It was always the same. Friday lunchtime in the pub, just prior to putting the final touches to my weekly column and handing in my 'copy' to our beleaguered editor, Tom Bowler; I would hold court to my now regular gathering - a group of university students who knocked off early for the weekend on Fridays. They sat all around me at the big old wooden table in...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.*.* Yvette Wooten tittered as Lori Scott straightened in her chair, thrusting her shoulders back. She could hear th...
Author's Note: This is a story about a loving couple, husband and wife, who get very lost in their relationship -- neither knowing that the other has strayed. One of my recent anonymous critics said I'm writing "just porn, not Loving Wives". Another reader, Fishgetter, agreed, indicating 'Loving Wives' is only appropriate if the husband is aware the wife is...
Introduction: If you haven't read Parts 1-3 of "The Converse Chronicles", then you might be a little lost, but this story can stand on its own, with a little imagination on your part. *** New Characters: Deanna Converse - Paul Converse's 50 year old wife and Angela's mother. Deanna was a cocktail waitress and part-time model before getting pregnant with A...
Author's note: This is the 4th book in this series. The other books are: Book 1: He Fucked My Girl Book 2: All in My Head Book 3: Making It Work This story, Consequences, starts right after the end of Making It Work. * Jen sat next to Mike one leg under her. "You're okay?" she asked, looking into his eyes. "I think so," Mike said. "Just think so...
Authors note: While this submission is little different than my usual offerings, some things remain constant. I believe that, even when we are the central players in a drama, we NEVER know the whole story and my writing reflects that belief. This story is no exception. I know that there are a lot of detail purists on this site that get rankled when an au...
The morning sun just began piercing the east-facing blinds in Michael's bedroom, and a bright ray splashed across Beth's face. She opened her eyes and put her hand up to block the harsh light. When she did, the flawless diamond, nestled in the setting on her left hand, sparkled. She smiled and moved her hand for a few minutes watching the dazzling array the...
There was no one to meet him at the airport. Michael had not expected anyone to be there, yet he knew that sometimes The Organization took care of things like that. He almost expected to see a black limo or a car with a driver waiting for him on the tarmac. But, there again, he wasn't surprised to find that there was no one at all. When the Beechcraft King...
Jean watched Emma apply her make-up in the silver lacquer of the mirror. It wasn't clean and casual, like Jean did hers. Emma lingered on every brushstroke, every flavored dab, like an artist composing a masterpiece. And she never looked at Jean. "I'm back," Jean said, emphasizing it, though the point had been made abundantly clear by the vast Phoenix Effec...
This story is the fourteenth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous thirteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upse...