This is story about how my husband convinced me to fuck another guy It's not for everyone so if it offends, please do not read He was so sincere. As he told me of his fantasies, he held my hand. This was our 3rd wedding anniversary. We had gone to Joel's, a beautiful restaurant by the shore. It was expensive so we only ate there on special occasions. I k...
Up there in the Top Ten of the greatest rubrics ever is, 'Get a College Degree and BIG earnings will follow'. Yeah, right. Blonde and blessed with a willowy figure now all the rage although unfortunately hiring bosses still looked for applicants with big breasts, er when hiring females, Willow Wright was not altogether bright but had struggled through to...
A/N: Quick note: Yikes! I guess I'm really not used to Lit's publishing system. I had meant for the first story to be read as "Chapter one", so I thought the tags would be a one time thing so I just summed up how the story was going to go. My bad lol. Though the first batch of comments made me laugh, because they were so angry. Sorry lovelies, I'll do bet...
The sun was going to rise soon, with a little evidence of that beginning to seep through the slightly off kilter window blinds and onto the foot of the bed, a bed that had two occupants for a change. Only one of the two was sleeping, snoring and snorting occasionally in between wiggling around in the sheets, while the woman beside him - the resident of the d...
"Can I have two rum and cokes, please?" The sexily dressed, long-legged, thin brunette asked the bartender, speaking in a deep tone. "Lose a bet?" I asked the crossdresser who sidled up to the bar and order the drinks. "I don't want to talk about it." He replied in a husky voice. "At least you look real good." I smiled at him. "She dressed me up. I have...
As I had told previously, I had convinced my wife, Claire, to go to a clothing-optional resort. There, over time, her inhibitions loosened up, and we eventually watched each other have sex with other partners. This led to more encounters on following visits, in which Claire was an enthusiastic participant. We had promised each other that we would be complete...
Another "Honey, We Have To Talk" Forward: I decided to write about a common theme here in Loving Wives. The wife begins a conversation with her husband saying a version of the phrase, "Honey, we have to talk" and all hell breaks loose. My venture into this fray resulted in two separate tales, as I debated which way that I wanted to take the story. It is no...
Chap. 1 "You must be Steve Harris, My name is Lamar DuBois, I work in computer engineering." "Nice to meet you Lamar, I don't know what happened the dam thing froze up and I can't get it to work." "No problem my man, that your wife?" "Yes." "She is beautiful, if you don't mind me saying." "No I don't mind and thanks." Lamar liked the picture. The woma...
My mind was full of cobwebs as I swung my feet out of my bed. Bent at the waist, I held my head in my hands and then slowly stood up. I didn't sleep well at all, having to get up and pee which seemed like every hour. I felt bloated and uncomfortable. My legs feeling heavy as I slowly made it to the bathroom. My eyes were puffy and my cheeks slightly swell...
Before I get into the current story, I need to explain a special relationship I have with a very dear friend. * I met Ginnie while we were working together at a shop in Southern Florida. We became best buds and as much as I often wish it was more, she always kept me at bay. But we highly respected each other and became close enough to tell each other all a...