My name is Tom Rogers and I am 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. My marriage to Peggy is a good one. She is a wonderful wife, with only one fault – an obsessive desire to gossip with several other wives about the pe...
(Of course, everyone here is over 18. He was 22. I was 21. So, it's okay to talk about sex. He agreed to share these letters we saved with you.) * Dear Boyfriend, Don't think because I don't use your name that I'm recycling this letter. I have only one boyfriend, you, and I know your name. I said it in your ear last night, just before I bit your earlobe...
When Silvia and I first started going together, many of her friends thought us a strange couple. I guess I'm just an average Joe, some might say a slight build nothing spectacular. Ah, but Silvia was a stunning large woman with large breasts and a big round rear end. It was love at first sight for me but it was not until after I had inherited my grandparent'...
This is a follow-up to my original story, "The Night I Shared my Wife." It's not necessary to read that one to understand this one. But you might want to in order to get background and explain the references I make to that night. Thank you very much to volunteer editors nickitaylor and whoredinarygirl for offering invaluable assistance. ***** Jan 1, 2014,...
The next day..... The next morning, Steve woke up and smiled. He thought he had been dreaming, when he reached down to his semi-hard cock, and realized it was covered with dried cum and pussy juice. As he realized that it wasn't a dream, that he had participated in his favorite fantasy. As he replayed the night in his mind, he realized that he hadn't actua...
A Pretty House Maid. My wife and I loved our maid and enjoyed sex with her. A few years ago I was working for an American company in England. My wife, Betty, and our two small children were living with me in a large rental house in the outskirts of London. Shortly after we arrived in England, we went to an employment agency to hire a person to help with the...
Part Eight – Bride Slut Jenny – Jenny Hosts A Party Jenny came home from work the other day announcing that she had suggested to her boss that she host a party as a work social function. Her boss thought it was a good idea. I did too. I asked when it was going to be. She said that it was to be the Friday of the following week, ten days away. I hoped that I...
Note: This story is the fortieth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous thirty-nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recom...
15. The early morning sun streaming through the slatted window coverings tugged at Michael's eyelids. The pattern they made on his face annoyed him as he tried to find a comfortable position to fall back to sleep. Eventually, he gave up, turned onto his back and irritatedly rubbed the night away from his eyes. He felt his chin then decided he didn't have en...
© 2014 by Thrillerauthor * That night was like something out of a horror movie - the most horrendous experience of my life, and that includes Gregg's attempt to murder me. It began with the cops whisking me out of Morton's through the kitchen door, so I didn't even have a chance to tell Ron what was happening. I was worried sick about what he must be thin...