Chapter Seven As they entered Sandy and Bob's house, all four of them felt a growing sense of sexual tension. Perhaps the tense voices of the two girls, or the slight tremble of their hands, or a faint almost imperceptible sexual perfume wafting from their womanhood caused the change of atmosphere. Even the darting of their eyes could have been a catalyst....
One of my readers requested adding pictures of the new characters, but this is not allowed by Literotica. When a new character is introduced, I will put in parenthesis the character's real name so you can look them up on the internet. *** While the guys were going hot and heavy one floor above them, the ladies gathered together for Eddie Janko's bacheloret...
Sandra I arrived at the short stay car park at Terminal 3, Heathrow airport after a two-hour drive from my home in a small town in the south west. The flight was not due in until 11.10am, but I had arrived almost an hour early as I was too excited to wait around at home any longer. The drive had been unpleasant; I had hit the morning rush hour and almost th...
Ned, the Total Woman Academy Coach Tutor Emeritus, looked out the window of the G280 Gulfstream as the gaps in the billowy clouds peeked through with vistas of the passing ground below. He had just completed a multiday transfer recruitment and a special coed evaluation assessment last week. Though Ned was still in good shape for a middle aged man, the youn...
Caution: wife sharing story ahead! If this subject is not your thing, please do not read any further and please demonstrate enough maturity not to comment. I'm most interested in feedback from fans of this genre. Gusts of rain flattened the field of wild sage, and beyond it, the dark woods leading to the lake hissed and groaned in a very uninviting way. S...
Warning: There is violence in this chapter. It is not as graphic as most cop shows on TV, but it is violence. If you're not willing to have violence in a story you read, don't read this chapter. Sunday Morning Suddenly I was sitting upright in bed, eyes wide open and wide awake. The phone rang. I had no memory of a prior ring, but assumed one had happened...
Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: Everyone says that it was one of the most memorable weeks of their life. A lot of things, significant things, happened in a very short time. Then it was a matter of picking up the pieces. Dad calls it his mosaic. Chapter 8 -- Making a Mosaic Sheila: Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. I shut the damned clock off. This time it wok...
This is a wife sharing story and a sequel to My Kinky Fiancé Slips Up. It's not necessary to read its predecessor, but if promiscuous wives and voyeur husbands aren't your thing, don't bother reading either story. I love getting feedback and comments, critical or otherwise, as long as you aren't blasting the characters for having an open relationship. * I...
Prologue: March, 2014. Frieda slowly squeezed open one eye. Her worry wart husband had called earlier, awakened her, and try as she might she hadn't quite been able to get back to sleep. She peered lazily over at the man snoring beside her; drool, like the drip of a leaky faucet was seeping from his open mouth. She could see his fillings and the lighter br...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly's Hot and Horny Fuckhouse" ***** "Two minutes till show time, Ms Jardaly!" said the young stagehand, who was poking his head in Jilnar's dressing room as she waited anxiously to make her American television de...