Have you ever fantasised about things... well of course you have, we all have. As a man, my fantasies are wicked, even if I am not, as a married man I have craved things, but having the best partner, the best wife does not mean you get to have a girl that naughty, well most of us I would assume do. After 12 years of marriage we have two beautiful girls, an a...
Maybe it was because I was fucking Jordi in my husband and my marital bed. Maybe it was because Oscar was in the guest room next to us and could hear every sound we made. Or just maybe it was because I was falling deeper and deeper under Jordi's spell. I'm not sure but our fucking tonight was even better than the first time. I lost track of how many times...
This request came from a gentleman in Spain. He went to the trouble of sending me an extensive plot scheme. It was a cuck story. And I told him that I didn't write those things. But after thinking about it, I decided I needed to move out of my comfort zone. And of course Lit. has 50,000 examples of the exact same plot if I needed a template. So I thought I...
I wrote this months ago for Oscar but never published it. Now I see that he has convinced a few others to write similar stories. I was asked to publish it. Irene's New Boss As I rode along in the crowded bus bunched with the other passengers into downtown Barcelona, in my mind, I was going over the conversation I had last night with my husband and was gett...
Note: this story was inspired by a new friend of mine, thus the names will be different from other posts mentioning myself and my wife. This story was actually his fantasy, thus the changed names. Enjoy..... Irene has been my wife for ten years, 10 wonderful years I should say. We've known each since early high school, and dated for 2 years before we got hi...
Oscar could smell her vaginal juices from his proximity kneeling between her legs. Her delicious cunt beckoned his waiting mouth. "I do need to warn you dear that I'm a squirter!" Bea cautioned. "Once my floodgates are opened its head for the high ground!" "Let it pour!" Oscar replied as he buried his face deep between her thighs and tasted he sweet guim....
It was unlike me really. Usually I would be at home cooking and cleaning-looking after the house, doing my duty. But my old friend Maria had called me and asked me to join her at a local restaurant-they were celebrating Maria's fortieth birthday. Six months earlier I had celebrated my own fortieth, so I knew that she would need some support. So there I was,...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no underage characters. This is a Halloween contest story. Please vote. * Ghosts come out to play on Halloween "Well, here we are," said John, the Mayor's assistant, pulling up to the house. A typical politician, he was a gray-haired, portly man in his late fifties with darting eye...
"Oscar, I think the best thing would be for you to take the children over to Bea and Dani's and then wait with them for the baby-sitter to arrive. When she gets there, you can drive Bea and Dani back here. By the time you have done that, Pierre will have got here and I will have started cooking dinner." Irene, my wife, had obviously given some thought to the...
My wife, Irene, was out again and I was attempting to load dirty laundry into the washing machine at the same time as cooking supper for our daughters. As I grabbed a handful of clothes, my fingers came into contact with something cold and wet; I knew instantly what it was. Looking down, I separated out a pair of my wife's knickers from the pile. They were n...