Chapter 9 Returning West I didn't see Bernie that weekend. We had been pretty much getting together on a casual basis. One of us would phone the other and we would decide to do something. Bernie didn't call on Saturday or Sunday and that was okay with me. I wasn't in a dating mood. I did go to the local wheelchair basketball tournament games, but sat up in...
Authors note: This is a continuation of my story, "Hell Bent for Leather". Most of the characters contained herein have appeared in my previous works. ***** Wearing nothing but white cotton panties, Marlow sat in front of the mirror and began the ritual of making herself glamorous. Koh was nearby, available for his mistress' every whim. The process mesme...
Thank you GA for your wisdom and guidance in developing this story. ***** I've known Edward since our sophomore year in college. He's a sandy-haired, 6'2" hunk of a man with ice-blue eyes that could see into my soul and a smile that could brighten my heart. A year after we graduated, we were married. Why did we wait four years? Edward said he had to be sur...
He knew it was coming. He had been warned by his doctor when he was first diagnosed over 2 years ago. Impotence would be part of the disease progression. Maybe he thought it wouldn't happen to him or he was simply in denial. Either way, the time was now and he had to deal with it. It was a slow progression. In the early stages, he couldn't maintain an erect...
It was like looking at the preverbal train wreck waiting to happen. You know what was happening and you just can't look away. There she was, the love of my life for the past 17 years, with her eyes closed, that quirky euphoric look on her face, her tits gyrating, and her hips thrusting up to get every millimeter of him into her. I could see it with my eyes,...
"Deborah seems nice. I'm glad you asked her out. I can't wait to meet her daughter Coochie." "Stop getting ahead of yourself. Just because the waitress and I flirted doesn't mean we're going to be anything serious enough to bring her family into it. Besides that's all I need is two eighteen year old's that act fifteen." "You should Daddy. Like you said I c...
My friend, Susan, is fidgeting as she drinks her coffee at my kitchen table. She called this morning right at eight and said she had to speak to me in private as soon as possible. I replied a little uncertainly, "Sure, come on over anytime this morning." Susan arrived twenty minutes later. Susan put down her coffee cup and made a face. "There is no easy way...
Warning, you are entering a cuckold free zone. If you do not like stories of temptation, human frailty, and redemption, please does not read this story. You will not enjoy it. But, if you take solace that there are husbands and wives who fight to save their marriage I bid you read on. I have received much encouragement and support after my first four storie...
You really should read Chapters 1 and 2 first to learn how we enjoy dancing at amateur night. We have learned that it really turns our men on, and us too! ***** It was our custom now to have lunch together on Thursdays. After the amateur night where Linda first joined the contest with us, we took our sacks out to an isolated park bench where we could have...
Chapter 19: Fantasies Fulfilled? The Year Eight Donnie’s Story People in this country must think our family life revolves around sex, which is patently ridiculous. These magazine articles have only added fuel to the fire. First there was that hilarious Playboy article with the twin centerfolds. Then Cosmo comes out and suddenly my and Deirdre’s naked a...