This story is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age of 18. -------------------------------------- This is my second submission to Literotica. Hopefully my writing will continue to improve. All sincere comments and criticism welcomed. Please vote so I have an indication of how you like/dislike the story as it unfolds. A special thanks to P...
Chapter 4: The letter We had gotten back into our routine at Kelly's bar on Friday nights. Tom and Sharon came over often to hang out, use the hot tub and the trampoline. It was just the four of us having a great time as always then I got this letter in the mail. It read: Dear Lynn, I just wanted to let you know how things are going. Thanks for the pictur...
Chapter Eleven Wednesday 4 November 1970 Towards the end of October, Harriet became depressed again. "Three months since Kieran dumped her," said Zena in the car on the way home. "He did it on the sixth of August." "Hiroshima Day?" I stared at her, "I hope the date wasn't intentional on his part." "I don't think Harriet knows about Hiroshima Day. She's...
All sexual activity in this story is between adults over eighteen years. Chapter Twelve It was Wednesday morning when Victor's world changed. He was woken at five in the morning by a hammering on the door and the shout. "Police, open this door now!" He pulled on a dressing gown and opened the door, only to be knocked off his feet by five large policemen...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes,...
"Valentine's Day, what a joke," Johnny Miller said as he walked by himself along the street lamp lit sidewalks. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his thick hooded jacket as he tried to ignore the cold wind. He was tall and walked rather briskly, his boots striking the ground hard and occasionally crunching through a patch of unmelted snow. His bri...
CHAPTER 9 -- THE AUCTION I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing loudly in my ear. I ignored it until the ringing finally stopped. Moments later, the phone rang again. Barely awake, I groggily reached over to the nightstand, lifted the phone into the air and slammed it back down onto the receiver. I exhaled in relief as the incessant ringing stopped onc...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Many thanks to Barneyr for editing this story. Without his help and suggestions I'm sure I would have been pilloried for another grammatically mismanaged attempt. This is my fifth entry into the Loving Wives category. I hope you enjoy it. Don't for get your comments and suggestions are critically important if I'm to improve. I hope you enjoy it. * Ben,...
Chapter Three; Friends and Lovers Those first days after our return from Boston Rick and I lived in a somewhat surreal state. I know I was somewhat preoccupied and, more than once, I saw Rick pause, a faraway look in his eyes before smiling at me. I could hardly believe that we'd done all those deliciously lascivious things with those sexy people, but we ha...