"Mumble, mumble, mumble... Did you hear anything I said?" screamed my wife Stacy from across the breakfast table. "Huh, what?" I responded, lowering the sports page. "I said, I'm thinking of having an affair with the mailman and wanted to know if you had any objections if I fucked him in our bed?" I walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck, her hair stil...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Kat was lying on the floor by the fireplace. It was a good day to lie in front of a fire. A cold front had swept in overnight bringing snow, wind, and dull gray clouds. The crackling wood, the flickering light, the smell of wood smoke all made Kat feel safe and warm and a little s...
Note to those who may be interested. This is a cuckold story. I wrote this story specifically to crank up all of those rabid anti-cuckold commenters that live for stories that they can get all frothy mouthed over. I considered not allowing comments to piss them off even more, but then I would have to forego the pleasure of being able to laugh at them. The s...
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. This the last chapter in this story. I want to thank those readers who have stayed with Always Faithful through its at times tedious le...
Payback for payback for payback . . . An original story. Chapter 1 of 4. I know that I usually write story continuations, but there's been enough clamoring, comments and emails encouraging me to write my own, that I figured I'd offer up a few. I don't think the trolls will care one way or the other. I hope you enjoy this little story, and remember, it's o...
It was all a part of the carefully constructed plan to 'reduce' us. That was their term – reduce - and it worked. Not only did the whole community know we were sentenced, but when they saw the postal people deliver that blue envelope, and me signing for it, they knew I had been given the day and time for my next punishment session. Ever since they brought i...
When I first met Valerie back in 1972, she was a senior in high school. She had turn 18 in January and had only a few months of school left. She loved wearing short dresses and skirts anywhere and everywhere. Many of her dresses just barely covered her ass, but she said she didn't care. It never seemed to bother her when somebody got a flash of her panty cov...
This is Part 2 of the Memorial Day Bash, with slaves and their clients playing with erotic dice. Every kind of sex you can think of occurs as a result. It also contains an incidence of punishment by spanking. As with all other parts of this story, STD's are not an issue. A Taste of Slavery, Ch 17 - Memorial Day Bash, Pt 2 SCOTT Watching my slave as she...
Chapter 1 - Establishing the Terms Phillip is a divorced, handsome, professor of economics at a university in the Northeast. In his late 40s, with salt-and-pepper hair and matching goatee, he has a distinguished look befitting a man of his age and profession. At 6 feet, with broad shoulders and strong arms, he has a large physical presence, a touch of rugge...
Chapter 1 - Establishing the Terms Phillip is a divorced, handsome, professor of economics at a university in the Northeast. In his late 40s, with salt-and-pepper hair and matching goatee, he has a distinguished look befitting a man of his age and profession. At 6 feet, with broad shoulders and strong arms, he has a large physical presence, a touch of rugge...