My wife always likes to remind me how lucky a man I am to be married to her. She loves the power she has over me. She loves the way that she can turn me on at the drop of a hat. She knows me so well. We live in a nice house. It fronts onto a main road. The garage and drive are at the back. The front of our house is opposite another road. The road that I com...
"You can look at them, but don't touch!" my wife said in a teasing tone as she got dressed for work. She made a point of lifting her tits up, the thick gold rings through the nipples shined in the light from the lamp in the bedroom. It was Mindy's first day back at her old office. I handed over to her the white lacy bra she wanted to wear. It was new, all h...
Chapter 2 - Vince starts his exploitation. Dave Forsyth didn't know what the hell he was getting himself into. The fool practically walked into his own nightmare. He did this by being careless to the wrong person. A mistake that was to cost him very dearly. This is the story about a husband, his loving wife and dominant black man with a taste for sexual dep...
It all started out innocently. My wife, Alyssa, was fulfilling a fantasy of mine by becoming dominant over me. I'd shared with her my "fantasy" of her withholding sex, becoming dominant, and making me so sexually frustrated that I'd beg for sex, but I never imagined where I'd find myself a few months later. As I mentioned in my previous story, Alyssa had go...
As I drove home from Caroline's house, I was seized by guilt. I had never cheated on my wife, and even though what I did might not be "technically" cheating, I was fairly certain that getting naked in front of another woman and jerking myself off while she squeezed my balls as not something Susan (my wife) would approve of. I felt sick to my stomach - all...
The rest of the week, we settled into this new routine, something I couldn't ever have imagined happening. Each day, we would go about our lives as normal, Randy and I going to our respective jobs, Amy taking care of the kids, and every night, after we went to bed, my loving, adoring wife would walk downstairs to the living room where she would get on her kn...
As I counted down the hours Friday afternoon, slowly through the "hour glass", I had reason to have a big smile on my face. I was a 42 year old father of 2, whose wife and kids would all be out of town for what promised to be a gorgeous, early June weekend. My wife and one daughter were headed away on a mother-daughter weekend and my other daughter had been...
Why do women fuck around in their own homes? I know that it is where they feel most comfortable, being in their own surroundings, but they have to know that sooner or later their significant other is going to come home or swing by the house to pick something up. I had a night job, eleven-thirty to eight in the morning and one Friday I cut my hand on the job...
It was Friday, the alarm rang; my wife reached over and turned it off as she got out of bed to get ready for work. I was a male nurse and had a three day weekend as usual; and as usual I got up and fixed breakfast which was toasting the bagels, cream cheese, and making coffee. "Honey, I have a surprise," she said excitedly as she entered the kitchen. "Wha...
Today was the day of my freedom. It was only twelve years ago I was convicted of the double homicide of killing both my wife and her mother. I still maintain my innocence but a jury of six men and six women thought otherwise. I really did not do it, but I was free and clear of her and her nagging mother forever. It all started twenty years ago in my home to...