Note: This story contains characters from "Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife" and though it is not necessary, that story should be read first to better enjoy this one. "I'm so glad you showed up for class today," said Darlene Duncan as she swallowed the last of Jamal's sperm. "My husband's away again, maybe you and your father can come over tonight?" "Maybe,...
George's interlude Zigindere suggested the idea of shorter chapters featuring other characters some time ago. Thanks for that. George has been around since chapter one. He has no redeeming features at all so if you find yourself feeling slightly nauseous after reading this one I'd give the series a miss. There are tangential references to other people who a...
“Hey guys, I’m still too hyper to sit and talk, think I’d like to take a walk and see if I can’t work off some of this nervous energy. Anyone feel like going for a walk with me?” Of course the question was directed toward Dave, my husband of four years and my intention was that he and I go for a walk on the beach before retiring for the night. Dave and I ha...
I owe a big 'Thank You' to Miss Lynn and Techsan for editing this story. * Chapter 1 Life sure pulls a few fast ones on you. Ever since I was a little kid I wanted to be a teacher. I know it's not a great paying job but I always believed it would be rewarding. I'll tell you more about it later. Right now, I have a dilemma. I'm trying to figure if I shoul...
We'd been married but three months. During that short time my wife, my new wife Jill, had hauled me around to at least fifty parties and nights out or so it seemed. When I say hauled me around, it was like I was a paid escort hired to drive her, buy her and her friends drinks. Get her coat, and watch her back while she flirted and danced and had a gay old ti...
Note: this is purely fictional. I think a lot of women have had the fantasy of being swept up by a younger, more forceful man, who would then relegate her wimpy husband to the role of servant and maid. This is my version, with a little twist at the end: Harold was laboring, his thrusts becoming less forceful, and certainly for me, less pleasurable. I wished...
When the phone rang on Marsha's desk, she picked it up but barely heard what the client on the other end was saying. She'd been more than a little distracted since lunch, when she'd called Phil and told him she'd do it.... "Do it" meant appearing in a sex film he was shooting. Marsha had met Phil at a summer party thrown by her husband's boss. Phil took an...
My going away party was winding down. I wasn't going to miss this place but I would miss the people. That was for certain. All of the other bosses had gone and only Chrissie and myself remained as well as Tim, Ron, and Frank. They were always like my older brothers and they had always looked after me. I was 36 and had been with the company for almost ten yea...
Choices, Choices.... Magdalia tossed and turned in her bunk in Shattrath City on the Aldor Rise. She would flip to one side, let out a sigh, just to turn over and open her eyes to check the amount of daylight visible. After fighting with herself, trying to sleep for over an hour, she laid on her back, frustrated, staring up at the ceiling. She looked around...
This story is posted on the Literotica website; the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. This is the seventh chapter in an interracial cuckold story. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I encourage you to do so, but I'm confident you'll enjoy it as a standalone too. The use of the "n" wo...