Part II of the Barry and Carol story As way of introduction, this is the sequel to "A Conspiracy to Commit..." It would be to the reader's advantage to have read that first segment of the Barry and Carol drama. "A Conspiracy to Commit..." That story was my first submission to Literotica and I was very pleased with the response that I received to story. Bo...
I encourage comments as I am still learning. If there is enough interest, this is just one of the stories from a project I titled "I Tell Tales About My Wife's Busy Little Tail". Thanks! At my wife's request we opened our marriage in the mid 1970's. We were in our mid-twenties. Billie, my wife, had returned to college as an art major with the Pell Grant...
Author’s note: This is the second part in this series. Your warm response has encouraged me to continue writing. This is a fictional story. It did not really happen, although it might. If you take offense or do not care for stories where a wife completely dominates her husband, please pass this one by. This series is copyrighted by the author. It may no...
Sam rolled off me and sat up on the side of the bed. "I'm gonna take a shower. Want to join me?" He looked back at me lying there exhausted and sweaty. We had just finished another solid hour of lovemaking and it had been great. "Thanks but no thanks. I need to stay here and recover. You wore me out and I'm going to be sore later. I'm not complaining, mind...
The following is a plan for a neoPagan wedding celebration. It is based upon the one I wrote for me and my wife when her exhusband drug his heels enough that their divorce was obviously not going to be final by the time that we'd scheduled the wedding. So, we had a celebration *of* our marriage as opposed to the marriage itself. I figured he'd screwed up his...
Riding an escalator in a crowded department store is a silly way to meet old acquaintances, since you may be going down while the other person is going up, and the escalator relentlessly keeps you moving in opposite directions. But that is exactly what happened one Saturday afternoon as Barbara Weston and I suddenly recognized each other halfway down (or up)...
Story 5 This is a work of fiction, well some is. My name is Robert, my friends call me Rob. This story is told from my perspective, but parts are filled in based on information that came to me later-on. So don't everyone go getting in a snit about the first-person vs third person switch back and forth when that happens. Otherwise I hope you enjoy the read....
FINAL CHAPTER—Scenes from a Troubled Marriage The next two weeks of August went by quickly, uneventfully. Marianne and I spoke at least every other day. Sometimes we had brief, routine phone calls; at other times I went home for dinner, or she came to my apartment, and we continued our painful conversations. We also resumed our habit of running together in...
Here I am. Sitting in a parking lot, marveling at the events of today, staring at what might become my most prized possession. A key. A simple key. - Part 1 - It was supposed to be a very special day. And it was, mostly in the way I imagined, but with one significant and unexpected twist. Joey and I needed some time together, and I had prepared for a...
[Author's Note: This story is dedicated to Harddaysknight, for reasons he will understand.] When I came into the office on Monday Dan had said, "you feel like taking a couple of days down in Florida? Elliott Rogers seems to need a little hand-holding, what with all the turmoil in the Dow over the last couple of months." Since Dan and I co-owned our firm...