My name is Tor Ormsson, and that's all I know about my parentage, as Dad and Mom split when I was 18, putting me out on my own. Later, my wife was Connie (never Constance) Hilding before I married her and she took my last name. As a self-employed forensic IT specialist, I had to travel now and then, to testify in court cases. Living just outside of Dallas,...
Again thanks to Tigger for his help in making this story much more readable. * When I came home from work on Monday, Bud was already there. He had champagne and roses and a gift-wrapped in beautiful paper. He told me he had gotten the promotion and had received almost a $10,000 pay increase. If he worked out in the position and lasted past the six-month p...
In "Mistaken Identity", Debbie, a college Sophomore, was at a hotel early one evening to meet her married lover at the time they had routinely met for several months for a few hours of sex. Always in need of money, she had met him as a baby sitter, arranged through the college. He had introduced her to oral sex, both ways, but recently began trying to end th...
Day 1: My name is David. I'm 44 years old, and I've been married for 25 years. My wife, Sarah, and I have had a good marriage, but lately she feels it's been a little stale. I admit we don't have sex as often as we used to, but I just figured she wasn't that interested, and besides I was getting enough relief with masturbation. I guess I should say I was, b...
Patti's Story Chapters 5 & 6 Prologue Written by Stan It was a little more than two years later when we met at my house to read the accounts that had been written by each of the five of us. During the intervening months I had received the stories from each of the participants and we had ongoing exchanges about the project. No one but me had seen any submis...
Chapter 1 Ground Rules My special thanks to The Soulful Bard for reviewing and improving my story. All errors are strictly mine. * * * Aiko was 42 years old, her husband Gerald was 44. Their twin daughters had just started university, an event that had suddenly seemed to make their house feel empty. Both had good jobs. The mortgage on their house was ju...
Hello dear reader. I am back again to tell you more of my tales. At the start I thought of telling my story as a kind of confession. Its not a confession anymore. I have come to enjoy revealing my sexual adventures to you all. It is a positive thing for me. I feel good knowing I have some happy readers. Nowadays I am much more confident to admit up-front wh...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * An older man dies happy with a smile on his face on Valentine's Day. "You knew the deceased?" Detective Walter Martin watched her every facial expression and body movement. Looking for lies with an experienced, albeit jaundiced eye, a slight pause, an eye blink, a nervous twitch, and/or change in bo...
Chapter 1 Reunion "Hey Stan, you lecherous old prick," the text message said, "give me a call, I have a message to pass on to you; a pussy from the past wants to hear from you." The text message was from Jen, a friend and occasional lover from the distant pass. The two of us had stayed in touch over the years, sometimes with significant time gaps between...
This story is dedicated to those readers who liked "It Has Only Happened Once," a previous story of mine, and especially those who documented their positive feedback: RyeandGingerAyle, bruce22, johnnyjay85, HappyWife85, Grayhair61 and Bill (via email). Thank you, all of you! Here is a happy sequel to the saddish ending to that story, with my wife Linda losin...