Author's note: This is a story of loving wives, in other words married women having sex with other men. If you can't handle it or the explicit language I suggest you don't read it and certainly don't send me any nasty e-mails. Not only will you not get a reply, it won't even be read. If you do however which to send me positive critique, I'll be glad to read...
As Master D's men pulled Sir Randy's three stunning slaves squealing and kicking from beyond the stage curtain Sir Dave brought the lights up a bit. The girls were trying their best to pull away from the strange men who had captured them, and they were literally being dragged along the stage floor on their bare feet. But, then they saw Sir Randy, who had m...
Kristy recovered fairly quickly and opened her eyes to see her Master seated across from her, a slight smile on his face. "Well, slave, you've done very well tonight," he commended her. "You have made up for your transgression last night. Many of the Masters and Mistresses here were impressed by the level of control you displayed just now. It seems many of...
The cab arrived at a large detached three story Georgian property surrounded by a high wall. The house was set back about 25 yards from the street and the garden was laid to lawn and neatly cut, though no flower beds; just a few box hedges symmetrically placed and trimmed square. The path cut straight to the huge black front door. As he closed the gate behi...
After my little Halloween party, I had not seen the girls for quite a while. We don't normally see them as much during the non-boating season. They would stop by every so often for dinner or to say hi, but not regularly at all. They might stop in and out depending on their work schedules. I saw them a few times when they went snowboarding with the boys. They...
I never really thought I would get chance with Lauren. I figured things just weren't meant to be. Boating season was over and we did not see much of the girls for a while. I had been dreaming about fuckin her nubile little body ever since the boating day. I jerked off pretty regular with the images of her hot little body poured into that bikini, burned into...
I suppose if you live with anything long enough it becomes bearable. I don't even question the framed photographs of Matt's supercilious grin mocking me at the end of every day as I climb into bed. No, I don't like it but it has become a norm these past few months within my marriage to Judy. In fact Matt seems present in everywhere and in everything we d...
Well, the week was a very busy one and I was looking forward to getting on my Harley and getting a good ride in and then hit up a bikers joint for a beer and onion rings. Saturday morning I got up and dressed in bikers clothes and put a few bottles of ice water in my saddle bags. The ride was great, three hundred and fifty miles of hi-way and back roads, th...
Aware that during the evening when Paul Wentworth introducing his 'special' new woman and the liquor had flowed a little too liberally, Fenton Murdoch was careful when driving to where Trinity had left her car as he had no wish to be stopped by police and breath-tested and in effect to be found driving while drunk. Trinity looked tired and he caught her by...
Sara's ass glowed crimson red as she quickly dressed in her yoga clothes. I sat leaning against the bathroom counter admiring her. Standing barely 5'6" her muscular legs stretched her pants perfectly. The waistband made a popping sound as it fitted into place. She critically watched herself in the mirror as she slid her top over her head, effectively coverin...