Authors Notes and Disclaimer: This is my one of my latest stories. This particular story does not have a lot of sex in it. I've concentrated on character development. There are many negative comments on stories in the "Loving Wives" category. Other authors have told me posting in this category is not for the faint of heart. So be it. However, if you read...
*****This story contains reluctant sex, interracial relationship and some parts of cuckolding. If you are easily offended by any of the above categories, please proceed at your own risk.****** ******************* The 'American dream' era was a happy time to be living in the land of opportunity: United States. Majority of the public spent less time complain...
Author's Note: Phew! We are finally here, at the final chapter. I have had so much fun writing this and it was a bit of a wrench to finish it, to be honest. I hope this finale will be satisfactory to any readers who have made it this far. Thank you for all your support throughout and for the great ratings you have all given this series. * I took the stairs...
Uncertain whether is was due to guilt over where he had come from or just being considerate not to wake his dad, Mark snuck into the house. Perhaps he just didn't want to have to talk to his father yet. "Got something to hide?" But that was not to be, Mark realized as George greeted him from the kitchen table. "No, just thought you'd still be sleeping and...
This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea,...
It was early morning out here West of the Rockies. Just getting light in our small rural Southern Utah town. Right for jogging in the cooler days of late spring, before the heat of summer. As I prepared for my run I looked across the bed at my still sleeping Husband, Jim. Oblivious to the world in the dreamland of what ever the hell it is that pleases him....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I haven't been writing for long, and haven't written much as I submit this for posting. This story is a continuation of the first story I posted here called 'Forbidden Fruit'. You will [IMO] enjoy this composition more if you read the earlier one first (but it's not essential). I could have made this chapter two of the original story, but I s...
Cheerfully helping ticked off people returning broken electronics was not my idea of fun right now. Five minutes before, my shift lead had ripped me a new one for not being polite enough to some crotchety old jerk that had tried to return a tablet he said "just stopped working" and called me a liar when I pointed out the still-sticky residue of soda all over...
It all started out so innocently. The nanny who watched our two small kids (ages 2 and 4 at the time) unexpectedly took another job. We had to find someone else quickly and we didn't have time to do all the interviewing and vetting we did the first time around. So my wife, Emily, who can be a little paranoid when it comes to the kids, insisted that we instal...
"What we talked about last night, you know I can never do that, right?" Karen was sitting on the edge of the bed. I was awake, barely. It had been an eventful night. "What?" I asked her, confused. My mind wasn't working so good yet. "Bring a client home... or anywhere else. I can never do that. Anyone I work with, either." It was coming back to me. I'd go...