Pamela stopped her car in the driveway with a jarring lurch. Her mind was spinning. She had no recollection of the drive home, but the soreness between her legs was a vivid reminder of the previous twelve hours. She glanced up in the rearview mirror and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. 'At least John isn't home,' she thought. 'Saturday morning's are...
Thanks to TerrytheTraveler and my new reader StoshB for lending a hand with catching errors. Any gaffs, typos, dropped words, usage errors, omissions, commissions, permissions, WTFs and OMGs are totally my fault. Enjoy! Summary This installment takes place immediately following the previous one. The Nahua noblewoman, Lady Izel of Ocotépan, widow of the d...
I rose extra early Friday morning hoping to get ready in good time, but Ruth had already seized the bathroom and seemingly set up a permanent camp in there. After waiting in vain for the better part of an hour I succumbed to inevitability and settled for doing my morning routine in the small crummy guest-bathroom downstairs. You know, the one where the water...
On my first day home for the summer from law school, my aunts informed me I was escorting them to an open house being held by the Parkers, our new next-door neighbors. I would have much preferred to sleep because I hadn't done a lot of it lately, but my not-so-discreet protestations were summarily ignored. So, at six p.m. on Friday evening, I was dressed in...
It all started as I returned home from work, that fateful Friday evening. Me, tired from work, energy depleted from meetings with assholes that I have to be polite to and tight-rope balances to keep all day long. All that before I return home to my loving wife. Yes, that was sarcasm at its finest. "Bob, we need to talk." There is probably very little good...
I met Amy when I started working for a large computer company in Texas, seeing her in the corporate lunchroom across a sea of debutantes. Her natural blonde hair, coiffured into a cotton candy helmet, statuesque 5'10" figure with three inch heels on legs that seem to go on forever. Her luscious breasts are somewhere between a C and D cup, which she tells me...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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 are...
The day showed no signs of being a disaster when I woke up. The alarm went off at five and my wife Diane reached for me and pulled me back down as I started to get out of bed. She kissed me, slipped me a little tongue and her hand reached for my cock. Twenty-five years and the woman could still turn me into a quivering wreck. She pulled me on top of her and...
Friday evening about 9:30, I was home; my wife had called earlier to say she needed to work late The next phone call was not unexpected. She said what she needed to say. I said "No." "Not only NO, but HELL NO!" "There is a Diamond Cab, number 127, in the Parking lot; you have 30 minutes to be home. The drive from where you are is 25 minutes, if you are n...
Penny and Rich Kyler were one month away from celebrating their one year anniversary. It was agreed upon, due mainly to finances, that they would hold off on a real honeymoon trip until their one year anniversary. Three months ago, Rich's truck broke down and the money they had put away for the 10 day trip to Jamaica had to be used to bring his car back in...