Part I - Prelude "Bing! Bong!" The doorbell jolted me out of my Sudoku puzzle trance. I quickly tightened my robe around me as I made my way to the front door. I was expecting a caller, but it was a little earlier than we had agreed - about 25 minutes early. I opened the door to the smiling face of what looked at first glance to be a teenager about 5 foot...
I've been with my wife Marisa for eight years now; after the first few years, I discovered that I have a bit of a cuckold fetish. When we first started going out, I would get really jealous when she would talk about her past lovers. But as time passed, I discovered that there was a flip side to my jealousy. I obsessively made Marisa tell me the details of he...
"Tim and his father come back tomorrow," Mrs. Tyler said with a gentle sigh as we lay by the pool. It was still early. The sun hadn't reached its zenith yet. "I know," I said, my disappointment obvious in my tone. "It's probably a good thing," she added with a smile. "We could probably both use the rest." "We rested yesterday!" I protested. "You had to s...
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material may not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. * Katrina quietly watched Marisa insert the throat band into its receptacle in the bench, lock it in, straighten up and stretch. She felt a little flutter of desire when she saw Marisa arching he...
Sitting down on the bed I opened my laptop and clicked on the Internet button waiting for a signal from the hotel's wireless. Took only a moment before I was connected and right away contacted my wife Marisa through an instant messengers. She had been sitting at the desk waiting for me and replied almost instantly. I asked her if she was ready? Confirming sh...
Exhausted from the long meeting, Jerome threw his keys on the coffee table and slumped down on the couch. The meeting had taken all afternoon and the thought that he could've really used that massage instead was setting in. He eyed the big binder on the kitchen counter and loathed the idea of having to check the books for the deal James sent him on. At the m...
This story is part of a quartet of stories named: One Summer. It is not a continuing storyline. They have familiar, common settings, persons or themes but they are not the same. Each story stands on its own. As always, all persons have reached the age of 19 years or more since they were born. Note to the reader: English is not my first language so it may s...
It was just another slow Friday evening. Sitting alone on my couch with a drink flipping through the channels. All alone and bored out of my mind. It wasn't always like this. My name is Peter. I'm a 27 year old white male. I have brown hair, blue eyes, and am 5'7" tall. I am currently separated from my wife of more than three years who's name is Marisa. Sh...
The following morning was crisp and full of energy as Jerome ran down the stairs into his foyer at the sound of a knock. Opening the door revealed his dear old friend and football teammate, James. They shook hands and held their arms out mutually, going in for a hug reserved for the best of friends. Jerome invited James in, but James held his arms up in an a...
Thanks for continuing to read and critique my stories. This one has probably only one chapter to go after this one so thanks to those who make it to the end. My stories are not planned fully at the start so some can get a bit long winded and this may be one of those, for which I apologise. As always the characters are completely fictitious although most pla...