I don't even remember what it was that triggered my suspicions, but one day I was a happily content husband and the next I was I was watching everything that Belinda did. I was sure that she was having an affair. I was checking her email on the house computer, looking in her purse when she wasn't around, checking out the glove box and the trunk of her car an...
As we have dressed in classy yet comfortable attire, we eat a wonderful meal on the deck. Soft music playing in the back ground, candles everywhere glowing almost as bright as the sun that is setting a bright red in the sky beyond the trees shown only a few ours ago, The stars glisten in the sky like diamonds against a blue velvet background. We look deep...
Jean and her cuck really cherished the days and even weeks after she returned, her vagina filled with another man's love juices. Lovey dovey describes their interaction, holding hands, taking walks, romantic dinners, flowers and chocolate, favorite meals, sideway smiles at each other, and lots of touching and kissing. Behind closed doors however they were li...
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You and I deep in love, we sit entwined, silently, floating upon perpetual synergy, with nothing around us but walls, silence and motions so wet and filled with curiosity. Kissing slowly and deeply, with no end in sight, very sensuously and exploratively. You were on my lap with your legs going off to one side together. We are both naked and enjoying each ot...
©November 2001 by Bob Peale ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Author's Note: This story is actually a rewrite of Karma & the Cowboy, written from the Cowboy's point of view at the author, HillbillyGirl's request. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice...
Dear Dirty Diary, By the following morning the three had checked out and we were all alone. Louise was strangely quiet upstairs as I laundered yesterday's towels and bedding. I made some coffee and tiptoed upstairs with hers. All was quiet on the second floor but I heard a chair creak upstairs in my apartment. I stepped loudly up the stairs and glimpsed he...
"I awoke to the sound of guns," he sighed. It was the End of the World from the moment our eyes met; from the moment the Wars began. A pause fills the room. Silence leaks into my eardrums. I can't breathe. "Continue, 647." You can hear the rash in his voice. He, the Lawyer, busily fiddles one of his hands through his balding hair; lips biting together, wai...
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Rick knelt down next to her and put his hand on her left knee. Jessica looked around then looked into Rick's eyes as she bit her bottom lip and spread her legs just enough to give Rick a full view of her shaven pussy. Jessica closed her legs quickly as Rick stood and helped her to her feet. "Very nice," Rick said. "That excited you, didn't it?" "Yes, I ju...