I was still in a half sleep, laying on my back but I was very aware of Ann curled against me, her face on my bare chest, her right leg wrapped over mine, just brushing my groin. I was on my back. I could feel her soft hair brushing my chin and heard the steady breathing of her sleeping. I could also feel the softness of her pubic hair pushing against my thig...
DISCLAIMER ALL PERSONS AND EVENTS ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY AND IS NOT TO BE VIEWED BY MINORS. CAN ONLY BE POSTED OR USED ON FREE WEBSITES This is a straight slutwife story as a change of pace. No interracial play or forced feminization. For some reason my email has not been showing up correctly, when stories are reform...
My wife Mary and I live in a college town with our two small girls. We have been married for almost 12 years. My wife taught school until we started our family. About a year ago my wife began working for a local college's athletic department as a tutor. I constructed a room in our daylight basement for her tutoring work. We had a glass patio door installed...
Where husbands regain respect and dignity This is a sequel to No Reply by Harddaysknight. To understand this story you need to read Harddaysknights' story. This isn't a Burn the Bitch story, as that isn't warranted by the original. I'm OK if it bothers you. It is what it is. I hope you enjoy my first attempt at a story for Literotica Much thanks to Erikt...
Jade stood in her sunny kitchen, her hands wrapped around a coffee mug. She was watching two little birds wash their feathers in the bird-bath. Life goes on – she thought bitterly. Her life had fallen apart and the world hadn't even paused to acknowledge their pain. That had begun two years ago, the day Doug had been diagnosed with motor neuron disease. The...
I played golf with an associate about once a month and we became good friends. While changing in the clubhouse and taking a shower, Scott commented to me about how his wife would enjoy my long cock (I'm well equipped at eleven inches). He explained to me that she was a 'HotWife' and it was her birthday next Saturday and he wondered if I would help him out an...
"So tell me, Doc, am I a sick fuck or what?" I asked as I paused in the middle of my story. My tale was my reason for the appointment with the company shrink. "I am not here to judge your actions," replied the man in the big leather chair. Why do these guys always sit in the big chairs while you lay on some uncomfortable sofa-type thing? "Is it possible...
Mark and Mary Adams were the ideally suited couple, just like Barbie and Ken used to be. They were in their mid twenties and also were a great looking couple, he being around 180 centimetres tall, had a good face, was dark haired and well built with the 2 games of squash a week and jogging at least 3 times a week obviously paying off. Mary was gorgeous, jus...
The date isn't important to this tale; but for those pedantic readers amongst you, it is set around 1978-ish or anytime with the last thirty years (or so). * I didn't really want to go to the party. They were all Stephanie's friends who would be there and I wasn't too struck on any of them. Some guy that used to be in her old crowd had moved back into town...
The sun was all but gone and the autumn air was just too cold for them to endure any longer. They both climbed quickly out of the big wooden tub. Erin grabbed her heavy robe from the chair where she'd placed it, hugged it to her wet shivering body and scampered across the deck for the back door of the house. Duncan ran after her naked, leaving his clothes pi...