For Pamela, her marriage to Jeffrey was a dream come true. All their lives they had lived across the street from each other. Jeff and Pam knew well each other's failings and personality quirks. More importantly, they knew how to complement each other's strengths. Not only did she and her husband share many common interests and values, as teenagers their drea...
Sunday, the next morning Jennifer woke up in Amy's room. She looked out the window, it was a bright and sunny day. As Amy had not awoken yet, Jennifer laid there thinking about what she had seen yesterday, and what Amy had told her. Amy had told her that she had started seeing colored boys about a year ago. Jennifer still couldn't understand how Amy could...
This is an entry in the 2019 Winter Holiday contest so vote if you enjoy it. I contemplated which category to submit this story in, some might consider it taboo since it involves sex between a wife and her father-in-law but it really belongs in Loving Wives. Enjoy. *************** "Oh Yea," I cried out as his hard thick cock stretched my opening, penetrati...
Prologue When Susan Flannery married Harold Madison one week after her twenty-first birthday, she was convinced that her future happiness was secure. She expected a traditional married life; one nice house, one nice husband that she would dutifully fuck once a week, two nice children who never misbehaved, and never having to work another damn day in her lif...
Chapter 1, Writer's Block Father Charles Dodson, the handsome young pastor of St Joseph's Catholic church, was sitting at the small writing desk in his upstairs bedroom, trying to work on his Sunday sermon, but he just sat quietly staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of him. He picked up a sharpened number two pencil and at the top of the paper wrot...
Thailand, Summer of 2006 This stand-alone story covers the some highlights of Dara's first few weeks in Bangkok with her new husband. Reading the other "Dara..." stories is suggested but not required. For the convenience of those who read the other stories, the chapters are numbered sequentially. Dara has lived all her life in a poor rural setting without...
Abigail Randall strolled lazily through the village square. The summer breeze would occasionally lift her short dress, exposing her legs up to mid-thigh. She noted with satisfaction the way the men in the street looked at her, their lust apparent for all to see. They had been looking at her this way since she had moved to the village with her husband six mon...
I let my story begin twenty five years ago when I moved to the Midwest with my husband. He had been at sea pretty much constantly for most of our short married life. In the last six months he was in I lived with his parents. His father told me stories of how physical my husband got when he decided enough was enough. I had heard others tell the same thing whi...
In the Muslim world, a woman's life depends on the men in her life, first her father and later her husband and any son who might issue from her womb. This holds especially true in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the venerable Heartland of Islam. I thank Allah for giving me a husband as kind-hearted and loving as my dear Mahmoud. Now, he may be strange, but he...
Chapter Two. Confessions. I really felt ashamed of myself. Here I was, a happily married respectable woman of 34 fantasizing about 2 old priests. I just couldn't help myself as I lay back on the bed imagining myself in school uniform being interviewed for some reason or other by the 2 old men. As I lay there, fully dressed with my skirt up, gently touchi...