Our story so far: A hospitalized Tessa is unable to account for her whereabouts or happenings, while a dead neighbor lies decomposing in his home, where she was found partially nude, and trapped under his obese, lifeless body. With his seminal fluids in and on her, it adds to the confusion and the consternation. Surrounded by police, she is unable to answer...
Author's Notes: Thank you to those of you who read the first chapter of this story, and especially those of you who took the time to comment. This is my first submission, and I'm learning a great deal. For example, it takes many more words to fill a page on-screen than it does in a word processing program. I'll be combining a few chapters to make the reading...
Hey all! Annabelle here with the next chapter of Home for Horny Monsters! As always, your support overwhelms me! I appreciate all the comments and emails (I read them all, even if I don't respond). Your support during this lull in my schedule over the last couple of months has been amazing and I had several nights plagued with self-doubt where I would come...
"We are glad you are up because we have something important we need to talk to you about. Both of us don't want Anne to leave tomorrow." My wife Jill and her best friend Anne caught me off guard as I awoke from napping to recover from an exciting afternoon of playing with the both of them. "That's fine," I replied, still trying to shake off my slumber and...
GOODBYE TO THE PAST Part 7 – The Leaving Present Caitlin's role as Bonnie and Frank's PA ends in style Prologue The device they are using to torture me isn't particularly sophisticated or devious. Just a high-backed, leather-padded office chair. After all - as Amelie, the tall Amazon-like black woman with blonde hair said as she towered over me - this wa...
Smout Hall was a dilapidated ruin on the outskirts of the village. It had been built in the early 1800s by Obediah Smout, a shrewd businessman who'd made his fortune during the cotton boom. Obediah had lofty aspirations to elevate his family up into the upper echelons of rural country gentry. Unfortunately for him, the lords and wealthy landowners of the are...
I woke to the feel of a man's hand on my breast, I opened my eyes to the sight of a rock-hard cock inches above my face. Glancing around that hard-on I was surprised by Junior's face staring down at me. This wasn't what I'd planned, but apparently, Ken had slipped out of bed and summoned his son to come by early to fuck his whore. Junior's hand squeezed my...
The short synopsis of this story to date is included below, but reading the previous chapters may help. Also, in this chapter, I explore something that was recommended by a reviewer. This is the continuing story of a cuckquean, my wife, Ann. She had been reading cuckold stories on line and decided that she was a cuckquean, a kind of female cuckold. This...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
It's the fourteenth of February. It's a day that gives most men real difficulty. What to get, what to do, how to show their love for their significant other, or girlfriend or, well, whatever. My wife of thirty plus years isn't big on presents. It took many years feeling like I failed each year to realize that presents just aren't her thing, either receiving...