The weekend had arrived and I was ready for some rest and relaxation. When I got home, I laid my brief case down and called out to my wife. She called back to let me know that she was in the den. I walked through the kitchen and into the den. "Hey honey!" she said with a smile,"Hope you are not too tired because tonight is the party at John and Elisa's ho...
This past weekend was one to remember that I just had to post. My wife and I along with another couple decided to spend the weekend at Metropolis, a small community in southern Illinois. The gambling on the boat was just the beginning of bets for the evening. We picked them up on the way and spent the next couple hours discussing how much money we were goin...
Up until a half hour ago, Henry Taylor’s evening had all the exciting promise of watching paint dry. This of course was not unusual; in fact the vast majority of his evenings followed the same rather dull routine – micro-waved dinner eaten in front of the TV followed by bed. If he was feeling especially horny he might turn off the sporting event that he woul...
Until a year ago I would never have dreamt that I could ever be cuckolded; let alone actually hiring the Bull for my wife. As a young man I had many lovers; all ages, sizes and classes then I met my wife to be in 1997 and fell madly in love. I was 32 and she 24 at the time; and when we had sex sparks would literally fly. We did absolutely everything two...
To the literary purists – As with all my stories, I act in the role of narrator. This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. If another contributor would like to add names and dialogue and use this as an outline, go ahead. Improbable,...
My wife and I were on an business trip/mini vacation at a high desert resort. A nice place with many families and business conventions. I had wrapped up a day's worth of meetings and met my wife back at our room. She had been shopping most of the day and wanted to go out. I showered, changed and we headed out. We had a real nice dinner and several drinks an...
Franklin Dwyer looked at Jamal James Haywood, and smiled, for he couldn't believe what the six-foot-tall, handsome, athletic and well-dressed African-American businessman just said. The two men had known each other since their halcyon days at the University of Massachusetts in the City of Boston, and had been close friends for ages. In fact, unbeknownst to t...
Jill was performing her nightly ritual when she heard her husband getting out of the shower. He walked in on her as she was reclined on the bed to examine her vagina. The sense that his gaze was fixated upon her provoked intense embarrassment and guilt. Ordinarily; Jill would not have been uneasy about Jack catching her with her fingers inserted deep into...
Part 1, First Night. My friend Olga from the Renaissance Faire owned a house in the mountains and had offered her guest bedroom to my wife and me. Well, actually it was a spare bedroom in her house that she used for storage and crafts, but it had a fold-out couch. It was for whenever we wanted a weekend in the mountains; the only pay she wanted was for me t...
Hello everyone, this is the first story I have written. I'm not a native English speaker, sorry for any mistakes, enjoy! ***** You never know when some things are going to happen, or even IF they are going to happen. Sometimes some things take months or years to cook, simmering under the surface, where you know they are there but you never know when or if...