Chapter 1: Temptation I sat at my desk, my head spinning with questions. What did all of this mean? I looked over at the picture on my desk of my wife and daughter, a smile spreading across my face. I loved them so much. My wife meant everything to me, she made me a better man. For as long as I could remember, I had had a wandering eye, a lust for anything...
As I awoke the next morning my first thought was four down, three to go! Three more days of my trial week. Passing the test meant being able to eat cum directly from my wife's pussy; failure probably meant a life of celibacy and certainly no cum to eat whatsoever. I began to get ready for work, hoping I could pass most of day five in my office, maybe even w...
Sometimes, it’s hard to tell if a wife is faithful. I found out about Debra fucking her boss only because I was keeping tabs on her drinking. We were in our late twenties, five years married and still much in love. At least I was. We both worked. I was a professor of English at the community college. Debra, an impeccable dresser, was an assistant manager at...
It's Monday morning at the office. Dave is sitting at his desk. His clothes are disheveled and it looks like he's slept in them. It also looks as if he's not gotten any sleep. That's because he hasn't. He's trying hard to concentrate, but it's not working. His boss Corey comes in and immediately starts to upbraid him when somebody walks into the office. It's...
It was dusk and the building was nearly empty. I was alone in my office waiting for my final interview of the day. I overviewed my expensive, modern set up. It was designed to be clean and featureless yet still intimidating. I accredited it half of the reason I could get new hires and underlings to crack so easily. The other parts being my tall, muscular phy...
We arrived at the hospital to find that my mothers stroke had been quite serious, but they didn't think it was life threatening. The doctor's told me that she would have to be under medical care for some considerable time. But the long-term prognosis was reasonably good; if mother could only get over the guilt she was feeling over my father's death. Just af...
You get home at around seven in the evening after another hard day at work. Your wife Emma has prepared your diner but is sat on an armchair sobbing; she has her face in her hands, unaware you have arrived home. You quietly walk over to her and with a hand on her shoulder you ask her why she's crying. She tries to speak but she makes no real sense. You try...
A short story that is partly true and based on various events that have happened over several years. ***** I had to sack my assistant today. Shame really, but he had to go. He and I have had a couple of good years working together. We have carried out decent renovations and impressive new build work on some expensive properties in our area. Consequently we...
When I arrived at work I headed straight for my office and spent the next three hours thinking about my wife, about what she might be getting up to in a few short hours. Every so often I would find myself with an erection, and had to resist the urge to pull it out and masturbate right there and then. Every so often I would look out the window onto the Sales...
My wife and I had been married almost 16 years when I discovered her secret pleasure. I was planning on surprising her on our anniversary by bringing her lunch at her office. She works at the front desk at a law office as their receptionist. The office is one of those types of places where everyone dresses in suits and ties and the women all dress in proper...