As a writer sometimes your mind wanders to a "wouldn't it be weird if" type scenarios and in this story I have tried to explore how a woman might feel in a man's body, and vice versa. I fully accept that the vehicle used to make it happen is a little far fetched, or perhaps it can be chalked up to 'artistic license.' Hope you enjoy and any constructive feedb...
Sitting in my car a few houses away from my friend's place, I glance down at the text I'd written excusing myself from Debbie and Grant's invitation. With my finger hovering over the send button, I look up again seeing the warm welcoming glow of their porch light. I could clearly remember when both of them had asked me to join them for a night of fun, and ho...
Chapter 05: The Waitress Waking up from a nap after spending most of the afternoon in bed making love, they both realized how hungry they were, and decided to go out to dinner. "I worked up a pretty good appetite," she said with a sly smile. "I did, too," he replied; "you're giving me a pretty good work-out, Kerri!" "Aww, poor Peter- is it getting sore?"...
I had not been talking to Tom much after I caught him at my house with my wife. I figured I would let him stew for a while. We still joked around but when ever he tried to bring up another audition for my wife I would change the subject and tell him I thought it was too soon. One Saturday morning I had just finished mowing the lawn and was putting the mowe...
Debbie lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. It was 6 AM on a cold Monday morning and, as she heard the car pull off the drive and head off toward town, she found herself alone. Like any other morning, in so many households. Her husband John had kissed her goodbye and left for work. Debbie felt boredom and isolation overcome her as the house fell silent....
The doorbell rang. "Fuck," Lucy exclaimed under her breath. She glanced down at the odometer on the treadmill, just one half mile short of her eight-mile target. Sweaty, and pissed that she didn't have time for a cool down, she hit the stop button. "Give me a minute," she shouted up the stairwell. Debbie fidgeted at the front door, already regretting the...
This took place about ten years ago. I had just gotten married to Debbie when this chain of events started. Debbie was around 38 at the time. Tony, a guy about 10 years younger than us, worked in my office and was the one that told me about this house for sale in his neighborhood. We bought it, and Tony helped us move a few things into our new place one d...
This story contains cuckqueen, impregnation, cheating, lesbian, cuckold, and creampie elements. * "I wonder what his cum tastes like." Debbie Peterson nodded toward her neighbor, Mr. Lemming. He was trimming a small bush in front of his house. Her neighbor was at least fifty and a little tubby around the middle. His thinning brown hair was mussed by the b...
Dinner was nice. We hadn't done the date-night dress-up thing in a while. Debbie was wearing a sexy sun dress, about mid-thigh length, with spaghetti straps, and an open back. The matching heels and short dress really showed off her beautiful toned and tan legs. Walking behind her was a real treat, not only because of the view of her great legs in that short...
Jeremy led Debbie down the basement stairs pulling on her leash just hard enough to not make it difficult for her, but to keep her mindful of who was in charge. He wanted to tell her what he was going to do to her, from what he had observed and learned from what Jack had done to Renee a couple days before. But the more he thought about it, the more he realiz...