My name is Bill Jackson. I am a 42 year old manager in a construction firm in Los Angeles. I had met my wife, Ellen, 12 years ago when she was 21 and worked as a file clerk outside my office. What had caught my eye were the tight jeans she wore that hugged her shapely ass. She also had a nice set of tits. Nothing fantastic but I had guessed they were 34 C'...
By Likegoodwinecopyrighted October 2011 I am posting this light story just so people don't think I am going overboard with some heavier stuff like the one published recently. There is almost no sex to speak of in this short one. Enjoy! Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Thanks to Blackstallion21 for his patient...
I have insight on from multiple sources and perspectives about one of my wife's extra-marital cheating episodes. I've had "eye witness" reports on aspects of the event, and eventually my wife disclosed some of the details, during a night of lovemaking, decades after the event took place. For context, this occurred about a year after the birth of our third...
Jovita and Hanna sat at a table with a book on Jewish law in front of each of them. Hanna was giving background for the text they were studying, but Jovita's mind wasn't focused on the lesson. Her eyes wandered to the stack of artwork in the corner of Hanna's small apartment. Then they glanced out the window. The autumn weather was inviting, but Jovita was s...
If the three seminal events in this tale didn't happen to or affect me I might have considered it a Shakespearean farce, followed by a drama. Since the events did affect me, however, I'm not laughing. However like in any play I probably should set forth the main characters in this farce/drama trying not to bore the audience with unnecessary detail or physica...
This is the second story featuring Carly, my former student. This delves into a fantasy that I've always had but—to this point-have yet to live out: The Wedding Gift. ***** I received the invitation in the mail, which was curious. I figured that I would be the last person that would be going to get an invitation, as Carly and I had been fucking quite freq...
Wife’s Mom, Part 4, by Luvold MONDAY NIGHT That night, Marge said, "I will give you a massage. Take off your clothes and lie face down on the bed.” After I stretched out, Marge straddled my waist and massaged my neck, shoulders and lower back. It became sensuous, as Marge slid down and massaged my hips, buttocks, thighs, legs and feet. “Ok, now turn ove...
Sandy Chapter two I worked the whole July Fourth weekend. Partly it was previously scheduled time, partly filling in for a couple of others so they could have the whole weekend. After all, they would be filling in for me. We only had a couple 'car vs. poles' and neither resulted in major outages, and luckily no one died. (I always hated it when someone was...
Note from Jake Rivers, This is my eighth semi-annual "invitational." The current effort consists of stories based on songs by Frank Sinatra, Ol' Blues Eyes. Please read the stories and give feedback to the participating authors. Unless I'm convinced otherwise, I'll probably stop after the tenth invitational. Regards, Jake I chose 'That's Life' as my invi...
"Fourteen more years. Fourteen more fucking years!" Yeah, I know, that sounds like a shout, but it wasn't, it was something I muttered under my breath. I had just written another child support check, dated May the first, to my cheating whore slut ex-wife. $1,200.00 fucking dollars a month, and I never even got to see my kids anymore. Oh, I was due visitat...