Two years have passed since Olga had challenged Paul's wife, Valentina, for the exclusivity of the man she loved. Their struggle was tougher than those they had faced over time. Normally, at least once a week, Valentina had challenged her Russian colleague to make her leave her married life. But as much as the woman tried, Olga continued to win every time, a...
The events of the previous week (as described in Part 3) had definitely changed the dynamic in our marriage. I was increasingly viewed as subservient to Paul and he took full advantage as I had actually wanted him to do. He has always been lazy around the house and now I had given him full permission to be so as he ordered me around to do his bidding. Each o...
This story is FANTASY. It's a slut wife story and if you do not like that genre, DON'T read it. If you ignore my warning and read it anyway, please do NOT send me comments in which you: hope I contract AIDS and die; hope my husband kills me; hope my husband kills my fantasy lover; hope my husband kicks me to the curb; or hope my husband beats me. This is F...
The air in the silent bathroom of that disco was humid. Many entered and left, only to kiss each other with the conquest of the evening or to... free themselves from an oppressive burden. Each time, the music covered every noise, nobody could hear noises whose sound was less than the volume of the music that the DJ was shooting in the speakers. Therefore, it...
If there's one truth in sellin' liquor to hard workin' folks, it's that bartenders with big bosoms mean two things: healthy tips and thirsty patrons. That draw held, even at a recently refurbished saloon, outside of Dallas, Texas. Where more money than you could shake a stick at was spent to make old new again. And with every nail driven, and coat of paint...
Although the man had not come back to Veronica's office she did receive a package from an unknown source. Inside this package was high heeled shoes and a skimpy hooker outfit. Veronica read an attached note. It said that Veronica was to wear this outfit and prostitute herself on a well known street corner in the red light district of the city, the note even...
Marie Lowell Jenkins stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. At the age of forty, she stood five feet ten inches tall, a bit chubby but still attractive. Her hair was short and black, and her skin was light brown. She was still a good-looking African-American woman. Times had been tough on her lately but she was a survivor. She looked at the pict...
(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history.) Chapter 1 "And for the rest of the day, we can look forward to more sunshine and great weather..." Weatherman Alan Westerman broadcasted from a high point overlooking the beautiful suburbs of Valley County. Over on crest road, a neighborhood filled with lush green tr...
The morning sunlight slipped in through the cracks in the blinds bathing the master bedroom in its radiant warmth. Sophia Steele looked at the clock. "Eleven o'clock. Time to start my day." She said to herself as she pushed the luxurious down comforter to the end of the bed revealing her naked body to the warm California sun. Stepping to the floor she immedi...
He had always told her she would belong to him. On the night he took her virginity several years before he had told her she would belong to him no matter who she gave her body too, no matter whom she tied her life too, she would remain his, first and foremost. It was her wedding day. She had turned to Camyron over the years, trying to deny the longing she f...