Part I - The Buildup "Eek," I involuntarily screamed. No, it wasn't a mouse. It was my cheating husband Winthrop having sex in my bedroom with some bimbo. I burst into tears and fell to my knees. Apparently the slut had cleared out by the time that I raised my weepy eyes from my hands as that bastard Winthrop was trying to comfort me, because I no longer sa...
***Authors Note*** It would be best if you read Unsatisfied I to get a better view of what is going on. I hope you like this second installments. I'm looking for positive comments only. If you don't like it then don't comment. Thanks. * This was going to be one of hell of a camping trip. She really wanted to stay at home and watch movies with Jamison and...
His camp was up beyond the Long Way at the very north end of the campground. He had put in for it early the previous year and hadn't been surprised when everyone let him have it without question. It was to hell and gone from the shopping, the store, even the battlefields, but it was secluded and very dark in the evenings. On a clear, moonless night, he could...
I might be a cuckold. I'm not sure. You can decide. Three years ago, my wife Marilyn's affair with a coworker had just ended. I'd written about that elsewhere here on Experience Project. Although I was responsible for suggesting she have the affair, I illogically experienced a brief spat of jealousy during their relationship which ended about four months af...
This chapter officially closes out the story and sexual odyssey of two soldiers in Afghanistan. Thank you for reading and for the valuable feedback. Enjoy the finale! ***** As we both stood there completely naked and covered in dust with sweat glistening off our bodies, my eyes again fixated on the hairy mound between her legs. "Now, I'm going to fuck yo...
(This is a long story. It starts a little slow, but stay with it as it soon builds. Chapter 1 is mostly background to help understand Ann's views.) As an auditor in the New England office of a major accounting firm, I am your stereotype of an accountant. I enjoy the orderliness of working with numbers and making sure everything balances. I am also extreme...
What a thrill and suspense it was! Remembering those events even today, I feel goose pimples on my arms. Even today, we are unable to comprehend the mind boggling experiences in a short span of time. It was the experience of adventure, suspense, life threatening situation, titillation, excitement, sensuality and most of all subtle and expressive love; all mi...
Those of a certain age will recall 1962 as an optimistic year, perhaps the last year of optimism in the troubled, tumultuous decade that followed. JFK and his New Frontiersmen were in charge; the GNP was humming along and Viet Nam was still a place most Americans couldn't locate on a map. The Cuban Missile Crisis lay a few months ahead, but we were still bli...
"...and in conclusion, remember what it means to be a counselor at Camp Wakanaki. The little ones will be coming in tomorrow, so make sure everything around camp is ready by then." John yawned, and couldn't wait to get out of the musky cabin where Leila Saunders, the senior counselor, was giving his final briefing before the kids were expected to arrive. The...
Back in the days of the cold war, spying was the most interesting of games. Mikhail Gorbenov played his part, as all good Russians must. . Mikhail was involved with Soviet mind control experiments. His job; to train the female agents that were sent around the world, to entrap the men of power, bringing all the secrets home to mother Russia. It is marvelous...