My husband Calvin and I live on the Upper East Side of New York City in a large studio-style apartment. We've been there for two years so far on our way to getting a house. We both love the neighborhood and the people in our building. Calvin and I are successful corporate consultants, and Samantha, a lawyer, was one of our good friends. Sam was also our next...
This story is true. Writing truth, again, at the behest of my friend. When I say, "true", I mean it really happened. It really, really happened. What makes it so much more valuable to me, is the fact that the experience I am about to share with you, my other family, the faceless, anonymous but safe one of the web, was a fantasy of mine forever. The story ch...
A Bundle of Wild Cards – Epilogue. My story has received a great number of comments. Some like the story, some don't. I find nothing wrong with that as it is impossible to please all. I have no problem receiving negative criticism as long as it is constructive. I have received several very long comments from one reader and I suppose he will call them constr...
While my husband and I were vacationing last year, and experiencing "Mardi Gras", we found ourselves drinking a little too much, and getting caught up in the spirit of the moment. I've never flashed any part of my body to anyone, not for the thought of exposing myself to a stranger or strangers, but for I'm a little insecure about my body. Having had more t...
Tracy paced the floor in the bedroom, so nervous she couldn't be still. She was wearing only a short pink silk night gown and it floated around her as she walked back and forth, trying to calm down and breath. This whole plan was crazy; they couldn't really go through with it, could they? She stopped in her tracks when she heard the front door, then walked b...
++++++++++++++ This is a stand-alone story. You do not need to read any other 'Cheating Wife' story of mine to understand this one. ++++++++++++++ I hated that Tom loved this game. Sure, the lovemaking was usually great afterward. That part I liked. And getting dressed up is always fun: I love the attention. It was the deception that I hated. I know what...
Contrarily to what most people believe, black men and black women living in the modern-day United States of America are just as sexually adventurous as their Caucasian counterparts. Swinging, cuckolding, wanton male bisexuality, steamy lesbian trysts, African-Americans do it all. Absolutely nothing is too taboo to explore when consenting adults throw caution...
My husband and I got onto a swinger's site and found a local guy with a photograph of a man who was interested in exploring three way sex while playing "doctor." We could tell from the photograph that he was both well hung and tightly circumcised. The ad read, "Men watch and/or help in your wife's or girlfriend's exam and vise versa. Local doctor seeks coupl...
The last Bike rally in Southern Indiana holds quite a few memories as well as mixed emotions for me this year. After arriving and getting all checked in and registered we rode toward the back area of the rally. We finally worked our way through the hordes of partiers and finally found a place to leave our Harleys. We walked around soaking up the sights and...
I rolled up the windows to the sleek, black, sexy car. My husband sat next to me as I drove. His Carhartt jeans hung perfectly on his hips, and his long sleeved green shirt hugged his chest and biceps. Even with sunglasses on, I could tell he was sneaking peeks at me. I adjusted myself in the leather seat, causing my black skirt to rise up my legs a little f...