I've read several stories on Literotica about cheating wives and their secretive, adulterous wiles and schemes. It seems they all just happen to find that wonderful guy with the biggest piece of meat they've ever seen. It's just so marvelously huge they just can hardly imagine trying to fit it into their tiny mouths. They don't believe they could ever fit it...
It was a late spring afternoon, and the weather was glorious. Though it had been a bit chilly when he left for work in the morning, the skies were clear, and Emery felt comfortable walking to his office, rather than driving, since it was only a little more than a mile away. 'Hmph,' he thought, 'Just my little way of sticking it to the oil barons.' Though th...
Chapter Three—Execution During the next month Erica and I only communicated via text message. Initially it was daily but after a week or so it became every other day, then every two to three days. We didn't say much in the texts. And, for those who are curious, there was no sexting. Mostly she wanted to know how I was doing. I tried to keep my responses lig...
Cherry woke to the soft feel of Rashad's hands stroking her dark hair. She struggled to focus after the previous evening's lust filled adventures. He leaned in to kiss her. She returned the kiss to his playful, smiling face. "Michelle called. Breakfast is in a half an hour next door. We have to leave for practice and we'll be gone all day. We'll catch up wi...
Author's note: Ah, we were such inquisitive, experimental youths in our college days. My group of friends talked about everything—with few limits—and one series of conversations centered on dreaming. We peered at every angle we could see, and when someone found research suggesting we could actually control whether or not we remembered our dreams, we all agre...
When I was 7 years old my mother kicked my father out of our home and our lives. Too much booze, too many loose women; mom understandably had enough. He knew he was wrong and so he didn't fight mom's decision. Just before he left he told me something that should have stuck with me, something I only remembered after my fuck up. He told me that you can do what...
This is stroke story of how a husband took control of his family after being hosed in a divorce. ***** The phone was ringing... Shit, who would be phoning me at seven on a Saturday morning? I cocked one eye open and peeked at the caller ID. It was my home number, or what used to be my home number. "Dad?" "Yeah, Jason, waddaya want?" "Dad, mom needs your...
This is the fourth in a series of stories. This one and the next will definitely take things into kinky territory, so, again, let me warn readers: if you do not like hotwife and cuckold stories, hit your back button and read something else. For readers that do like stories in this genre, I think that this one should push some interesting buttons. I've actua...
Chapter 1: Poker on Christmas Day Beth set the beer down in front of her husband, David with a hard thud. She was really pissed off at him. She was pissed, that it was Christmas and her best present had been some sexy new lingerie, which she hated because it objectified women. She had reluctantly agreed to try it on for him tonight and here he was ignoring...
A small cloud of dust trailed behind the carriage as it rolled and bumped its way down the lonely desert road. In the distance, the walls of Neopotamia loomed ever large, even after the frontier town clustered at its base had long disappeared from sight. Outside the small window a desert scene passed by, enormous cacti dotting the landscape, the sun hangin...