It didn't happen, but it should have. Can there be a good lie? ************************ "Happy birthday, dear Harry, Happy birthday to you." The old man blew out the candles and everyone clapped. Birthdays were always a celebration at the nursing home; one more year of survival. Sam looked around the room. Harry was Jan's uncle and he and Jan were among t...
Hello, my name is Jackson, Jack for short, and I'd like to tell you about my wife and I and how we became swingers. I've changed the names of people and places to preserve privacy. Just so you know this does involve male on male sex and inter course with a transsexual. So let me begin. For the first few years of our marriage were pretty standard or at leas...
It was a long time coming, getting to this point with our new slave, blaze, but it was something that my wife, Jade, and I had wanted, even searched for, for quite some time. The inspection and subsequent tease & torture session had been rehearsed in both of our minds for so long that it was practically automatic. It was just a matter of finding that one tha...
Nic turned to look at Victoria. "Nic...shit, I'm sorry. What an asshole," Victoria said, shaking her head in disbelief. That prick Marsh just lied to her. She felt like a fool. "I got nervous and a little scared that he was going to try to cause problems at your office, so I let him stay here instead." "Are you okay?" Nic asked, rolling up his sleeves. He...
Foreword: No hot sex here, proper English used, BTBers please find another submission to read. Lots of psychology and reconciliation and winners are here - the reader is warned! All errors are mine. ***** The Saga of Joslyn-Jake-Tracy Joslyn Hullo lay on an elevated table mostly on her side displaying her perfectly round naked buttocks turned slightly tow...
My wife of seven years started to come home late after her job several evenings a week. She told me the girls in her insurance office started a club called the W.A.W.C. Club. The club consisted of about 20 or so women from her company. About half worked in Carol's immediate office. Carol told me the acronym stood for 'Women After Work Collation Club'. It was...
Jill smiled weakly and waved as the school bus pulled off from the curb. Exhaustion and something else ate at her insides. She promised herself that she would take a nap when Britney and Ashley had theirs. She shook her head. This should have been easy. Old Hat. Instead it was eating her lunch, she thought. Three days. How the hell was she going to make thre...
******************************************************* Author's Note: Many thanks to my fabulous editor Rip_isback, who pointed out that I hadn't settled on a first name for may main character, among many other boo boos and aw shits. Thanks a bunch, Rip! In terms of the story, it's mostly true until AFTER the strip club. Swear to God it is! *************...
'You want to get tips,' I explained to Marek, our Polish cleaner, 'You should be more a maid more like her.' Across the street was a girl of about 19, dressed in a fancy dress French maid's costume stumbling home, presumably from a party the night before. She was dressed in a tiny black dress, low cut with a short skirt, white apron, stockings and heels. M...
As the candles in the room flickered so did Joe Palmer's heart. Candi Palmer his daughter-in-law kissed him warmly, rolling her tongue inside his cheeks. He hadn't French kissed anyone in the last fifteen years since his wife Maggie died from cancer. The thought of her came flooding back. Guilt too had a precense. Still, his daughter-in-law's sensual allur...