Gloom had over come the Vanderwall Estate when Duchess Elizabeth had come to live there. The house was in a crumbling state, lonely and in despair. Where once lavish decorations were proudly displayed now remained only tattered and ruined. In the most remote mountain region of the kingdom the palace stood proud and tall, now slumped by the erosion of the soi...
Please be aware. This is a cuckolding/hot-wife themed story. This story features: 1. Domineering and promiscuous hot-wives 2. Submissive beta-male husbands, who miss out on the action 3. Stud males, who get all the action and love it. I'm sure that, as per normal, this story will get a low score. I would have a whine if I gave a shit. As per normal, al...
*** Let me begin by saying that this is a true story. Also let me warn you that my writing style may not be to your taste; it's fairly journalistic and I tend to shy away from graphic descriptions. I assume the reader has a working imagination and can fill in any details I may gloss over. That being said, here we go... Since I know this is important to som...
Rick woke slowly, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight shining through the open blinds of the windows in his front room, where he had fallen asleep on the couch. He slowly stretched his arms out to try to shake the numbness that had settled in his hands and wrists. Sitting up slowly, he glanced at the screen on his open laptop and smiled at the sight of the im...
"IT'S NOT FOR YOU" Author's note: It never ceases to amaze me that people read stories online that are entitled "Cuckold," and then get upset (and offensive!) that the stories are about the excitement of having an unfaithful wife. If such a story disturbs you, you can stop reading now. Otherwise, you might be... disturbed. Also, if you are looking for grap...
Andrea and Marko are making love, not fucking, but making love. I can't see them, but they have allowed me the pleasure of hearing their passion. Sometimes my wife and her lover let me watch, other times I am completely banished to my new digs. Andrea, my high powered attorney wife who could also be a real bitch, decided she wanted to remodel the bedroom an...
The doorbell rang, as Melissa knew it would, just as she stepped into the shower, her fingers on the temperature dial. It was almost as if they had some camera in her house allowing them to choose the most inappropriate and intrusive second to bother her. For a moment, just a moment, Melissa hesitated. She could ignore them, as most people did. But why shoul...
Karen peered out her bedroom window, wondering whose car had pulled into her driveway. She had been sleeping, but the headlights had waked her. Shaking her head, she realized the car was her husband's. She knelt over the bed, shaking the man awake. "Wake up, Mr. Taylor; my husband has come home early from his trip." She grabbed a robe, and headed out the b...
This is not a recent story. It tells of a series of peculiar events which befell a young artisan, in a part of what is now modern Germany, back in the late 19th century. The artisan worked across a number of towns and had to travel across woodlands. At certain times of the year this meant travelling at night with minimal protection. Over the course of a y...
"What am I going to say to him?" Camille pondered. "How am I to face him after what we just did?" She took one step towards the bathroom door and placed her left ear against it, trying to hear if Patrick was still outside the bathroom door waiting for her. She couldn't hear anything. Her right hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob and slowly unlocke...