Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. Always Faithful is about half complete and this fourth section tells a story of the most troubling year Laura and Dan face in their mar...
It was a beautiful spring day in Atlanta, Georgia. The sun was out, a few puffy clouds were drifting by in the heavens, the temperature was warm, and a light breeze was blowing. It was too perfect a day to think of the disaster looming in the near future. That impending disaster was the reason Amy had the job she was supposed to be doing. The teen was supp...
Hey guys. Promised it would be up. There's one more after this one, which I'm working my ass off to finish. This one is a little short, but the next one will make up for it. Forgive me. I want to thank my editor Mococoa20022000 very VERY much. She's wonderful!!! Thanks! **lilmami07** * Hallee's adrenaline pumped as she sped down the highway. She really ha...
The night was typical, I was lounging on the couch sipping a beer and nibbling on an open bag of chips. The TV was tuned to Monday night football and the Jets as usual were getting their ass's kicked. I was alone because for the past six months Vicky, my wife was out at her three day a week workout club. I wasn't really sure how I felt about her workouts....
I sat on my bed wearing a tight, black shirt, and boy shorts underneath my blankets. My golden hair was oily, and untouched. I through it back in a ponytail, and let my bangs spray across my face. I was watching re-runs of the Golden Girls when I heard a knock at my bedroom door. Not waiting for an invitation, my dad opened the door, and peeked his head in....
Finally, she texted me, over three hours since she told me she was going to Terrance's apartment to "study" with him. It was just a picture. I opened it, and just stared. It was clearly taken by Terrance. He was laying on a bed. Marie was sitting on his very large cock, facing away from him. The head of his cock was buried inside of her, so it's impossible t...
The grey broken concrete harboured pools of icy puddles that vibrated with the incessant smattering of rain. It was difficult to negotiate the places to walk without having to endure the startling sensation of water entering a shoe and travelling upwards. Zoe's thickly soled worker boots prevented such an occurrence and her sleek black leather biker trousers...
Her day had been long and tiring and she almost rejoiced when the clock ticked over to tell her it was time for bed. Her set curfew at times was something she tried to fight against with no success but other times she welcomed it. Allowing her plenty of time to rest and relax. She loved her room, she was allowed free reign to decorate her space. It was a sa...
"Okay," I explained. "Just like this." The woman on the bench in front me struggled clumsily to lift the bar from her chest. Normally I'd be staring constantly at her perky tits, and drooling over her spandex covered ass, but my mind was elsewhere. "Good Cindy," I continued. "One more time." The girl struggled out one last rep before I took the bar and...
Note: This story is the sixth installment in a series entitled "Brenda and Bobby" . If you have not read the first five episodes of this series, I strongly recommend that you do so before beginning this episode. Also this is a "dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these stories, I strongly...