#02: Jake If you are part of my generation, you'll remember the despicable newspaper advice columnist Ann Landers. Occasionally, she would publish a letter from a reader, relating an interesting story of how he met his wife. Over the years, I've been collecting stories of how men met their wives, or how wives met their husbands. These are stories that Ann...
I sat in my chair as the waiters brought out our plates before us. The appetizers were magnificent even though Mark had brought me here under false pretenses. I was in complete awe. Then the talking began, and I wanted to throw up all the contents of my stomach. Mr. Crawford or Edward Crawford was doing all the talking, and as usual, all the men around him...
I stepped out of the shower and walked into the bedroom. Even with all of the windows open, the apartment felt like a brick oven. I tossed the towel onto the floor and lay face down on the bed. My husband calls me a spoiled California girl. I can't stand cold weather; I can't tolerate hot weather. It had been blazing hot all week, and it was still in the low...
After twenty years of marriage the lust, luster and comfort were long, long gone. My wife and I could hardly sit next to each other without an argument breaking out. In fact she was the single-most bitchy woman I'd ever known and I was the most irritating asshole she knew. There wasn't a solitary thing about me that didn't irritate her or cause her mental an...
Any feedback would be appreciated as this is my first story submission. "I'm dying" "You're dying?" "I'm dying. It's something you, being a stubborn prude that you are, wouldn't understand. A mans' needs." Twenty-nine year old, Jack, grinned from behind the desk. He leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up onto the desk. "Prude! Why you..." Jenna...
I hope the title doesn't throw you off too much. But that's what I am, a reluctant cuckold. I didn't cherish that shit. I didn't want to see my wife of 18 years fuck 23 men. I'd read about those type men on the Internet message boards. Found out there was a whole subculture of them, too. Fuck that. Spineless fucking twerps, that's what they are. I didn't...
**Note this is a continuation from a previous story** *** I was fairly confused the moments after Daddy left. I had spent my whole life as the "All-American" typical guy, and here I was, sitting on my couch, in women's lingerie, wearing makeup and a wig, with the taste of an older man's cum now lingering in my mouth. I had done it. I had dressed up for a m...
The lodger, Mick and I where sitting in the garden watching the sun disappear over the horizon as we continued drinking our cans of ice cold lager. "Don't you think it's romantic watching the sunset," I blurted out in between sips. Mick burst out laughing a spray of lager erupting from his mouth and just missing me, "sorry it seemed weird a bloke saying th...
"Both hands on the wheel Stan," I said as I looked over at my husband. "Relax," Stan said as he put down his phone. "It was just Maxwell telling me about the meeting tomorrow," he said with a smile. "Well, he can wait," I said looking at the icy road ahead. I was not too fond of this stretch of road. It had claimed many lives especially at this time of n...
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