"You've been with her again, damn you!" Susan Walters all but screamed at her husband. "For the one-hundredth time, I have NO fuc... no clue what or whom you are talking about." Dennis Walters shot back. He made an effort to control himself. "And for God's sake, keep your voice down. If you want to wake up the neighborhood, again, that's up to you. But the...
The reader should read the first parts of this story to fully understand it. That next morning came to quickly for me, especially when you have been in the arms of a woman like Louise. She was insatiable as if she couldn't get enough of me. We fucked last night like she knew it was our last time together. We fucked everywhere and I filled her four times bef...
Editing thanks goes to Irish_Indian. This story is for my wonderful husband, Mark and his erotic mind. I will make sure he discovers I have written this and he will realize it is my way of giving him what he enjoys, my naughty talk. I often think back on the spark that started this consuming erotic fire between my husband and I. Even now, as a man that is...
Bob Holiday felt conflicting emotions. His best and longest friend Paul Foster had died after a long fight with cancer and he had left a request that Bob would write and read a eulogy at his funeral. He had met his friend when they both attended their first day in kindergarten and they had remained steadfast friends ever since that day, when they were in th...
Her laughter rang through my mind. It was amazing to be with her and this was so much like her that I had to laugh too. My brain was trying hard to regain control, but it was failing miserably – except of her voice. "How in the world..." she stopped her comment to lick her finger again "...could you miss my mouth that bad?" her finger traveled teasingly dow...
"Hello?! I'm home!" I shouted as I threw my keys and purse on the counter. Taking a look around, I shook my head at the clutter that was scattered across the table and into the kitchen. Housework never ends, especially with two kids and two roommates that were just renting a room, and felt no more effort was needed. My husband? Well, he tries. In his own v...
Vasu was riding his two-wheeler down Mount Road at unaccustomed speed. The eight lane highway was one of the few roads in Madras were one need not crawl at peak hours. He was returning home after a day spent in maintaining accounts for his firm dealing in hardware. His thoughts were on his relationship with his wife that has changed drastically lately. He wa...
Jake and Fiona were staying at a little guesthouse in a tiny island in the Caribbean. The place had two apartments and four efficiencies. They had been there for about a week and were planning on staying another week. Their days had taken on a familiar routine, get up kind of early, 7 ish go to the dive shop by 9:15,do one dive and be done by noon. They woul...
I've been visiting my sister for a week. My husband and I moved a couple of months back and I've been looking for a job with no success. I'm educated and when we moved I didn't think I'd have a problem, but it's a small town and has few jobs for ladies. I'd become frustrated when Sis asked me down. My husband and I have no children and he doesn't particular...
Another for you Loving Wives fans. Enjoy. GA -- Benidorm, Spain -- 6th January 2014. THE GOOD-LOOKING man, dark-haired, dark-eyed and wearing an expensive dark suit sipped coffee and eyed Annabelle over the rim of the cup. She noticed his look and shivered, the ripple of sexual arousal flooding her insides. It wasn't so much the man's wolfish glance that e...