This story is about a loving "hotwife" wife, but it is very heavy with male bisexuality and what some would consider totally gay. We consider it Hotwife and Cuckold. If you're not into that; don't read it. I know Loving Wife is not the best catagory, but until they start a cuckold catagory, this will have to do. If you're easily offended...stay away. No...
One morning after breakfast, Katherine stopped John outside the dining room and asked him if he would stop up at her apartment afterwards. She said she wanted to confide in him on a matter of importance to her. John queried, "In a half hour or so?" "Fine, John. I'll see you in a half hour," Katherine replied. John wondered what Katherine's concern was. She...
We retrieved our two kids from Ann's parents late Saturday morning and to their delight took them to McD's for lunch, and then dropped Patty off at a friend's birthday party. We took Meghan to the playground and then a store for a new toy to make up for the deprivations of not having been invited to the party for older kids. Late in the day I mowed the grass...
Note: I suppose it's not good to do so, but I need to start with an apology to any Jewish readers if I have misused or abused the richly expressive Yiddish words and phrases that appear herein. So as not to distract I have included a brief list of Yiddish words and phrases at the end of the piece with their English meanings. Also I certainly hope I have not...
Yes I know, short chapters take me forever to write and this long one took me less than a month. Well, I've also had most of this chapter planned in my head for the past year so writing it was somewhat easy. Oh the joys of being autistic and having the time during my job just tweek the little details in my head for many, many months. Anyway, welcome to the t...
This story is the second of a three part series. Each story examines the experience from the viewpoint of one of the three characters. Although not essential, I think you will enjoy them better if you read this one after reading the first story in the series because there is a plot spoiler in this segment. And as always, comments are welcome. Thanks for read...
It all started a few months back when my wife flew back to Boston for the twenty-five year reunion of her high school graduating class. Cindy attended an all-girls Catholic school (cue the Billy Joel song!) and hadn't seen most of her classmates since their tenth reunion. The format called for a "girl's night" followed the next day by a couples reception, di...
There are two routes that take me to the railway station. One is a leisurely stroll through the park if the weather is kind and time allows, and the other if I'm running late, is a short cut through a broad avenue of upmarket properties. Today I was late and walking briskly, trying to ignore the affluence of the well-heeled residents living in the avenue. '...
"I...uh...nice to meet you," I stammered. "Er...Deb...I mean...is?" "I've been telling Steve all about how well you guys play music," Debbie said. "He plays saxophone in the school band and wants to get his own group together." I just stood there like a stupe, with my mouth hanging open. Debbie hugged her son close and praised his prowess as a sax player....
Day Seven We awoke at dawn as the light filtered through the palm fronds and reeds that comprised the thatched roof and walls of the hut. "Good morning," I said as Sarah stirred in my arms. I had slept peacefully to the sound of waves hitting the shore throughout the night and the warmth of Sarah's naked body next to me in the hammock. "Good morning your...