BTTap edited and polished my rough text for English-speaking readers, so they can thank him for the readable prose. Story idea origins from the true life, I tell it in nutshell at the end of the story! ***** Chapter 1. Susan My name is Burt Watson. I was born in a medium sized mid-western city. I grew up an only child in a typical all-American family. T...
Samantha: Oh, God the guilt. 'I told you last week, I'm off for dinner with the team. Don't you ever listen?!' I hissed venomously at him on my cell. 'I just don't remember you mentioning it at all...' trailed his reply. 'Don't worry, no need to rush back, nothing special to get back home for'. He sounded disappointed. I'd left my loving husband in bed...
CHAPTER 3 Charles and Alice Bishop sat in Heathrow awaiting the arrival of their second born and his guest. Their minds filled with memories of the last girl Ashton brought home the last time he returned to London. Alice cringed mentally and physically when she thought of that fiasco. The woman was the most annoying, condescending snob Alice had ever met....
An Apology I know it has been an eternity since the last instalment of this story: life got in the way and so did another three intertwining stories which are all quite well advanced, so they will appear here as they are ready. I have also spent a good deal of time re editing what I have already written after I read all the wonderful tips that are available...
"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it" – attributed to 'Ferris – I feel a fever coming on – Bueller' -quoted in the New Trier High School Class of 1986 30th Reunion Yearbook "What do I remember most about the Class of '86? I don't know...but for some reason, a Rottweiler comes to mind."- Retired School...
It was late Monday afternoon when I felt the bump of the aeroplane's wheels landing on the concrete runway of Geneva airport. It was late afternoon but when I had come home from Tony's after our last ever fuck and booted up my laptop it was the only flight I could find that would get me there the following day. My husband Pete would have been at the confere...
Thanks go to Literotica user "CJMasterson" for proof-reading, and to reader Beth F. and Literotica user "Drenkara" for proofreading and alteration suggestions. It all started when Clarence e-mailed his ex-wife again. Robin brought it up casually, as if it was nothing important, while they were having dinner together: "You know, Clarence e-mailed me the o...
You may want to read the previous chapters before this one. This one could be put in so many different categories. Thanks to all who have commented. Also a big thank you to Estragon for making this story a much better read. * As I mentioned earlier, I offered a thousand dollars to boyfriends if they agreed to let me have sex with their girlfriends. I had...
Authors' Note: No sex scenes in this one; just another story about a 'Loving Wife' and a husband's reaction to betrayal. ************** Maddie Walters peered into the darkened den and saw her husband sitting inside. "What are you doing?" she asked Jerry Walters. "Trying to untangle these power cords; I wonder if anyone will ever discover how cords in a b...
There was a very good reason that I was in Spain. I was intrigued by the history and culture of it, in particular I was intrigued by the music and dance, the flamenco, and that is why I had avoided the more popular tourist regions of Cadiz and Malaga in favour of Cordoba. I had driven from village to village seeking the grassroots flamenco; sure I could hav...