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Day Eight (248 Pounds) Well, I survived week one. It was tougher than I thought it would be. Marie held up her end of the bargain, and I only had some "issues" down there a few times. Marie gave me a "good-by blast" before we started, and missed and opportunity. I lent her a helping hand for about 20 minutes, and she was very happy. Then she started in on...
*********** TRI GAM *********** Five and half hours of sleep was not anywhere as much sleep as Jessa needed. Not on a good night, and definitely not on a night like the night before. But yet, five and half hours of sleep was all that she was going to get that particular night. Someone was shaking her awake, and as she opened her eyes, she was a little s...
Chapter 8: The Home Coming In the morning while I was packing to go home I reviewed the events of the past few weeks. I wasn't sure how I felt about everything but I was sure that the events of the night before had left me confused. I didn't know if I should have enjoyed the experience or have been totally humiliated by it. Right then I was feeling a little...
I woke up late the next morning from what little sleep I did get. It was a rough night being very restless. Had a hard time trying to get what I had seen out of my head and to get what rest I could. Wresting with my thoughts all night long. The feeling of being weak, shocked, and disappointed. How could I let him get away with doing that to my wife? Then aga...
There was a bit more bounce to my step this morning and some of my clients noticed and commented on it. It had been a week since Katie and I had our encounter in my change room and I learned that she was an escort on the side when not in school. I had never had a client who was part of that particular profession, and especially since she was young and incred...
Here in is the first part of my sequel to capecodmercury's story, "Nighttime Confessions" 10/3/2005 Ch. 1 Donald Prescott stood staring out his bedroom window, the night time stars were twinkling but there was no moon to cast a comforting light. He listened while the ringing of the telephone in his wife's room continued to go unanswered. He left the third...
Duncan had no more than pulled back out onto the road to town, when a City of Ritzville Police Patrol car slammed on it's breaks as it passed them going the other way. Making a tire screeching U-turn it spun its tires accelerating back behind them. Duncan slowed, figuring to pull over and let him go by when the Patrol Car's lights started flashing. But after...
Seriously? You want to start in the middle of the story? You might want to read Chapters 1 -4 first. * I awoke the next morning and surprisingly felt physically all right, other than soreness in my behind where Brent, my boyfriend of two days and foster brother of the last two years had pumped my anal canal full of his plentiful manhood and dumped what fe...
From the emails I received from my first story there were several things evident. First, there are lots of horny guys out there more than ready to cheat on their wives. Second many of you want to know if the first story was true or fantasy. It was a true story. The woman named Margo is now a very good friend of mine. We met during her single time after the s...