Of course my sex life was never the same, how could it? Aside from the episode with the two Costa Rican girls, I had just experienced heightened sexual bliss. And don't get me wrong; sex with my wife was fantastic, and improving. Every time we made love I was overcome with the same feelings of wanting to do "it" more and more often with her. However, there...
(Author's notes: Here's something I never thought would happen: I received reader feedback so compelling I revised a story. When I posted the original version of this story, I received several calm, reasonable, insightful comments pointing out its shortcomings -- primarily its abrupt ending. None of them were from 'anonymous.' One was posted with the story...
I couldn't just sit in this fucking room and let her do this alone, I had to be there for her. But getting past my baby sitter wasn't going to be easy, ‘cause this guy looked serious, but I had to try. I grabbed the Johnnie Walker bottle and turned on ESPN. I poured myself a drink, asking Kevin if he wanted one, he declined and went back to his paper. I go...
Ring! Ring! Ring! He rolled over and looked at the clock before answering the phone. It said 2:00 a.m. He reached for the phone. "This had better be good." He grumbled into the phone. "Oh Baby, did I wake you?" his wife asked. "Yeah you did, but it's alright. It's nice to hear your voice. Is something wrong?" he asked. "No, I just wanted to talk. I've b...
Abigail Visits My Work Abigail and I were newlyweds in love. That didn't stop her from fucking other guys though, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. Most guys were good about it, like my pa and my uncle Scott; they enjoyed fucking Abigail and treated her just the way she wanted while remaining respectful to me. Sex was fun for us as long as no one go...
NOTE: DUE TO NUMEROUS REQUESTS AND POSITIVE FEEDBACK (THANKS) THE SAGA CONTINUES. YOU SHOULD READ "THE MUSIC TEACHER" FIRST AS THIS IS A SEQUEL. PLEASE BEAR WITH POSSIBLE GRAMMAR MISTAKES, IT IS ONLY MY SECOND LANGUAGE. * The early rays of the Sunday morning sun brightened the script of my dreams to a blank page. I lazily opened my eyes and recalled the pr...
Christy wandered from the sofa to the kitchen to make herself a mug of tea. She was in the mood for something herbal like those bedtime teas that help you sleep. She wasn't sure if she was coming down with some bug or if she was just knocked out by the heat. Whatever it was Christy planned on getting a good night sleep tonight. As she waited for the kettle t...
Do not copy this work or parts of it to other sites than Literotica. Many thanks to Linda62953 to help me to present this story better. Chapter 8: Castle Visit Walking up the road toward the castle, Charlotte felt light headed. Had the mending of Eveline's dress drained her so hard that her head was swimming? Or was it the set of spells she had used earlie...
The idea for the following short story came to us in the car when XM's Classic Vinyl station played Steely Dan. Kate said, "Damn, sounds like a Loving Wives tale, don't ya think, Bill?" Hope you all agree. ********************* Dirty Work There was the damn phone again; it'd been ringing all damn day. I answered with my usual greeting, "Sam Brown." "S...
Thomas was standing directly behind Alicia with his hands on her shoulders. At least he thought it was his wife Alicia. After they were blindfolded each of the men had stripped and been led into the standing positions they were in now. He believed there were other couples standing in the same man-behind pose. He was right. Each of those couples had been blin...