*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* At age forty seven, Helen Mouton was unprepared for her husband's announcement that he had fallen out of love wi...
It was the eve of my 50th birthday and being an August baby, the Friday summer afternoon was hot and clear. My sweet hubby was taking me to a nearby bigger city for a weekend away to play and celebrate. And since it was my half-century celebration, I was feeling a little bit old. Roger decided that I needed a pampering weekend – a weekend that would renew my...
Madison closed the door behind her, having just said goodbye to her parents. She let out a long sigh and shook her head in disbelief thinking of all the things she had done that day. She had walked across the stage at her college graduation with nothing under her gown except for a pair of nipple clamps, clothespins on her pussy, and the word "slut" written i...
When I opened my eyes, the smell of fresh brewed coffee coming from the kitchen told me Kay was already up and was making our breakfast. I slipped on a pair of clean boxers and joined her. "Morning sleepy head," Kay said as I entered the kitchen. I glanced at the clock and realized I had less than an hour before I'd be late for work. I gave her a kiss on...
Chapter 1. An ordinary detached house in a plain, unremarkable suburb, 65 miles from London. 44 Green Meadows was built, along with hundreds of others after the war. Rows and rows of neat, adequately maintained windows and neatly manicured lawns. Apple blossom trees evenly spaced outside every other house, and a post-box on the corner. You can hear the blac...
Joseph Hart had just arrived at the luggage pickup area of the Port Orion airport. It wasn't that late, but he always got tired when he traveled by plane. He was anxious to get a rental car, check into his hotel room, and lie down to rest for awhile. He was planning a leisurely dinner and possibly some lounging outside the hotel restaurant that supposedly ha...
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Peter knocked at Laura's door at 6:00 on Saturday evening. He was wearing his grey track suit over his maids outfit. When Laura and Steve let him in, they were very blasé with him. There was no teasing or cynicism. They simply spoke to him calmly and firmly, as though he were hired help. He almost wished they would mock and ridicule him, and draw attention t...
WARNING: This story contains a cheating wife and creampie eating. If that isn't your thing, please move on now. Please don't send me messages telling me what the husband should have done or what is going to happen to their marriage in 5 years. This is pure fiction. Please remember that. None of these characters are real. ------------------------------------...
Only if you've read the first three parts will this make sense. Everyone in this story is over eighteen. * I glanced at my companion as we were both eating a rather limp sandwich on our flight to Alicante, and wondered at just how little I knew about Kirsty, the girl I'd just agreed to share my life with. Achingly beautiful, she certainly was, and when she...