Early summer. Half past ten pm. A comfy bedroom. Andrew, the husband, is on the bed reading a paper. He is a forty something rather handsome guy. Susan, his wife, enters the room. Medium size, brunette, green eyes she is the typical next door mid-thirty-young-very-good-looking housewife. She hangs her dressing-gown and goes to the full length mirror in her p...
All of the material in this "Book One" has previously appeared on Literotica. If you have already read the previously posted Parts One and Two, there's nothing new here other than a few minor edits. I expect to post the first two chapters of Book Two soon, though, and wanted to return Book One for anyone not familiar with the story. When I finish the two cha...
Silver 2: Smoke and Mirrors Eyes followed and heads turned in a mixture of admiration and lust as the stunning blond strode purposefully through the white sterile environment. Glances and murmured comments were ignored equally, nothing interfering with the sole focus of navigating their way through the indoor maze, which they were finding claustrophobic. Th...
Tony lay next to his sleeping wife. Christie had been acting strangely for over a week. At first he thought it was because he had made her give the money back to Tom. But he felt it was more than that. Christie lay with her head turned towards him on the pillow. The smile on her face, she had gone to sleep with. But, it was not from the fucking that he had g...
Another hot midsummer night in the City of Minneapolis, Minnesota. In the suburbs, for one Somali-American couple and their visitor, things were about to get even hotter. I want to see you suck his Turkish cock, Alimah Yassin told her husband Abdikarim. There was a brief hesitation on Abdikarim's part and he locked eyes with his wife Alimah, who put her hand...
"Vasu," said Amulu somewhat to her husband's surprise. Hitherto she had followed the tradition of a Hindu wife not calling her husband by name. But Amulu had travelled so far away from orthodoxy that the time has come to give up these ancient practices. "Yes Darling." "I feel frightened." "Of what?" "About us?" "Yes, strange things are happening. A mont...
One day, when Mary was three months married and three months pregnant too, she decided on impulse to go for a long walk in the woods near the house. Her husband Dimitri had already left for work and would not be back until late, and she didn't relish spending the day with her brother-in-law. Nick was staying with them for a few days, something that Mary had...
Rise and fall, rise and fall, the water rolled over his body. Mahir's eyes opened, lashes crusty with salt and fur uncomfortably matted. Sand beneath him sank with each passing wave, his legs half buried. He rose to consciousness, body aching. Others lay scattered; friends, families, sailors. His feline ears rose, swiveling for any sounds. Isadora? Where w...
Rowena lay in the byre pulling her finger in and out of her slutty wet cunt. She had just finished milking one of the old Shorthorn cows and was now lying on the ground with her legs spread open to allow the gentle summer breeze blow up her skirt and softly tickle her neatly trimmed cunt. Her pussy juices were dripping like a leaking tap onto her silky smoot...
Author's note: I had trouble figuring out how to end Part One: Reconciliation, BTB, or kill the victim? I chose the latter but later I had an idea for a sequel. Here it is. You will probably need to read Shame, Shame, Shame first. As always, hope you enjoy. ***** Sheila lay in her bed crying. The guilt of causing her husband Kurt to commit suicide made the...