Author's note: Welcome to the third of four chapters in a story about two women engaged in a consensual D/s relationship. I really appreciate the feedback from chapters one and two -- I find your comments and emails are helping me to understand the story better. Through your comments, I'm seeing angles and themes that I hadn't realized were there as I was w...
This story happened a few years back after Wifey and I had been married about 7 years. Wifey is gorgeous and I am lucky to be married to her. She is 5'11'', sandy blonde hair, 38c, and long legs. She has a totally drop dead gorgeous figure. She is better than I deserve. I think we have a healthy, normal sex life. The love life is mostly on the conservative...
My wife had decided her career was more important than her marriage. She had moved to the city and was living in a shared house with some other girls. We still saw each other at weekends but it was clear where I stood on her priority list. Besides which, I was fairly certain that she'd been fucking a guy at her work. My wife was Russian and her name Irina....
Through the gloom of the bedroom I could make out her form. She was curled on the bed, a single sheet draped carelessly over her still naked body. Her Halloween costume -- a witch's outfit, lay discarded on the floor. The room smelled of alcohol and the sweet scent of incense sticks. I looked around, my eyes growing accustomed to the darkness. The digital cl...
The music floated across the balcony and down into the pavilion's that were scattered across the lawns. The moonlight cast it's illuminated brilliance upon the lake and the star studded sky was magical and so very beautiful on this balmy Saturday night. Voices blended together and the laughter could be heard as people danced and coupled together. It was a ce...
This story follows on from Naomi's First Threesome. We spoke of little else for days after the threesome with her boss. The excitement of the experience cast everything else in the shade. At first, we were hesitant. Naomi asked me how I'd felt about it - how did I feel about seeing her sucking Bob's cock? Was I jealous? Did it make a difference that Bob...
Carl sat down to a glass of brandy. Three ice cubes. A nice fire and his best robe. He wore pajama bottoms and slippers but no shirt. He liked to feel the warmth from the fire on his chest. Moving to this neighborhood was the best choice he had ever made. Well, retiring early was the best choice. Moving to this suburb was a close second. It was quiet, calm,...
Finally, it appeared that spring was here. I woke up on Saturday to bright sunshine and a clear blue sky. Given the vagaries of British weather I knew it might only be temporary so I decided to go out for the day. After having a shower and drying my hair I wanted to feel good about myself so I selected some nice underwear and a dress I had bought from Monsoo...
You arrive at the door to my home, the sound of your heels on the walkway echoing through the neighborhood. I am filled with a sense of adventure and excitement. You are sure that we will soon become lovers and your excitement is the result of the expectations and fantasies which have become the prelude to this meeting. As you approach the door you to stop t...
Prologue God, there has to be an easier way to make a living. Dave Parker was on his back in the loft of an old detached house in Surrey. The owner, who had recently been widowed, was having some work done on the house before she put it on the market. The Private House Sale Act of 2007 compelled the vendor to indemnify the purchaser of a property in the eve...