My wife, Camille, and I met during our junior years in college and wed within a year of graduation. At that time I had had sex with only my high school steady and a senior engaged to marry her high school sweetheart back home. She being much less conservative than me had had sex with four others, two in high school and two since going to college. Though I to...
This story follows straight on from Chapter 7. First a brief reminder... After the longest ejaculation I had ever imagined, Mitch's thrusts finally slowed to a halt and he knelt panting, his cock still embedded in my wife's vagina, his hands still gripping her hips, trying to catch his breath. Alice's head was flat on the couch's cushion, her face bright p...
It was another bright Sunday morning, two days after Alice and I had seen Carmen and Steve going into the cinema with their new potential conquests, Julie and Gary. The kids were at their usual soccer practice so we had taken the opportunity to go to the gym together. Alice had booked her favourite spinning class while I had intended to spend an hour working...
Laura ate pie by the roadside. The flimsy paper plate – balanced precariously between blueberry-smudged knees – threatened to close in on itself, as much from the heat as from weight and wetness. Damp strands of hair clung to her neck, forehead and face. A rebellious few came unglued and mingled with the pie as she chewed. She made no move to dismiss them,...
The third day of the holidays in Tunisia for Kira and her friends was centered by common decision a visit to the city of Tunis itself. Dan showed them the Bardo museum which seemed to interest particularly Kyrhan. The girls were wearing long kaftans (embroidered djellabas) but Dan and Kyrhan had forbidden them to wear any undies underneath. The weather was...
The Taxi eased into my driveway with the driver almost drooling. I'd been doing my usual slut teasing on the journey home, opening my long coat to reveal my black stockings and garter belt, with my large firm breasts and tight shaved pussy to my driving companion. I'd been tweaking my erect nipples, sliding a finger between my aroused labia and regaling my a...
The days had passed slowly but they had eventually passed. It was Saturday; THE Saturday. The night my wife was to become a whore! It was ten-thirty in the evening. I was sitting in the same booth in the same bar in which Julie, Gary, Alice and I had started our New Year's Eve celebrations but this time the bar was barely a quarter full and I was sitting...
Rememberance ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ All characters mentioned herein are of at least eighteen years of age or older. Bad Tidings is a story that contains various for...
The story and history of how I became a cuckold stretches about ten years and contains many unexpected twists and turns. It will take a number of chapters to cover everything. Every word is the absolute truth, at least to the degree that I remember correctly. It all began because I was just your typical horny married guy who loved his wife, still found her...
The picture on my cell phone was of my wife's big round tits. The nipples were fully extended, and amazingly...they were covered with endless gobs and ropes of a sticky thick white substance. I'd never gotten a picture like this one before. "He just left. I'm glad he blew his load across my chest, or he might have drowned me!" The accompanying text message r...