"Come on, Sharon. You know you want to!" I watched as my wife bit her lip. She was staring at our neighbor Jake as his wife Tabitha spoke. Jake was a well-built black man. Tabitha was a small Asian woman. The two moved to the neighborhood six month's earlier. Jake was rubbing his obviously large cock through his bathing suit trunks. I saw Sharon lick her l...
This is my first story. It is true and happened it happened about fourteen years ago, but still is one of my most vivid memories. I have changed the names and place to maintain privacy. At the time I was traveling for a large corporation performing quality assurance work in production facilities. At the time of this event I was in another state, near Dal...
This is crazy short and a little weird. I couldn't stop myself from writing it. I've enjoyed a lot of hotwife, slutwife, and cuckold fiction. The husbands are almost always either all in, enjoying wifey's cheating, or they're hurt and pissed and looking to get revenge. In this story I wanted to explore the notion of a couple where neither one of them gave a...
She engulfed my entire cock into her amazingly hot, wet cunt sliding down on me in a single stroke. This after having deep-throated and sucked my prick to the very verge of cumming; only to back off at the last second. My mind was spinning as my sex partner for the night worked my body like a master musician while looking more like a cow-girl as she rode me...
It had been a week since my wife told me she was ready to find another lover. After our weekend picnic, she went back to our house outside the city, to spend some time getting her thoughts together. Before she left, she locked me back up in my chastity cage, the small one. As she did it, she slyly smiled at me and thanked me for my support since James died....
The rest of that Sunday turned out to be a celebration of rekindled romance. Tina and I seemed to find any excuse to be together and to touch each other. After lunch we sat cuddling each other on the sofa, watching TV and munching tidbits. We exchanged frequent kisses and loving caresses as we lazed away the whole afternoon. When the kids returned later in...
The week after my encounter with Lou, I got together with the second member of the "Widows Club." To refresh everyone's memory, my wife and I moved into a neighborhood with five widows of various ages, shapes, and desires. My wife, in her third month of a hard pregnacy, was not into sex at the present time, so I took some pleasure with my neighbor Lou who wa...
Being torn between two women and the situations involved has been no cake walk for him. He has tried for many, many years to stay in his marriage and honor his wife and the life they built. His daughter was the first and most important thing on his mind though. He needed to get her to the age of 12, at least, so she could make some choices of her own. She ha...
I met Sarah in Portland Chat—big surprise there—in late winter 1999. The Internet is the easiest way to meet people. "Does anyone want to talk on the phone?" she asked the room. Bored and a little lonely, I Instant Messaged her. We began chatting. She emailed me her picture. She was chubby and cute. I gave her my phone number, and five minutes later we were...
Chapter 4. Joe's Therapist Works After Hours Imagine that your husband writes you a beautiful poem. It is hand lettered on Japanese rice paper in traditional Japanese characters. . . . You ask him what it means. His eyes tear up. "It loses all its meaning when it is translated into English," he tells you. In fact, the characters themselves have multiple me...