Please read parts 1&2 first to make sense of where you are in the development of my hotwife. **** I was sitting at my computer at home and opened a chat window and sent an initial 'Hi' to my fuck buddy and slut Sam, as I had a lot to chat about with her. I knew she may be out or busy, so while I waited for a reply I reviewed in my own mind the past few mon...
Chapter One - Friday Night at the Cottage The dishes were washed, the leftover food stored in the refrigerator and another bottle of wine opened. It was probably the fourth bottle of the evening, but on this cold winter night in late January, they weren't going anywhere. Will and Brigit always enjoyed visiting Ross and Kate's cabin, but work schedules an...
The following dialogue is from a seventeenth century publication by an anonymous writer, and will serve as an introduction to my story: Death: Fair lady, lay your costly robes aside, No longer may you glory in your pride; Take leave of all your carnal vain delight ... I'm come to summon you away this night! Lady: What bold attempt is this? pray let me kn...
I had planned this trek along a part of the Appalachian Trail for a while now, since February, and my girlfriend Renee and I were looking forward to it. I was taking part of my annual leave -- soldiers get 30 days leave a year -- in the middle of June, and Renee was able to get off two weeks herself. Not knowing if my Army boots were really good for the trai...
**Note: This story is something of a mirror to my earlier story, The Mountain Cabin. I like exploring role play and character breaks, and couples who find success with it.** ************** The cocktail party whirled around me. Everything was crystal chandeliers, soft carpeting, and hotel ballroom chic. Men were in tuxedos and bespoke suits; women glittered...
The road to total degradation started for Ginger five months ago. It was a rainy day, when she had an accident as she entered her SUV. She slipped on the step, fell to the ground and scraped up her both knees and one thigh. Ginger is a stunning woman in her late Fifties. With salt and pepper hair to her shoulders and modest sized breasts, she has been marr...
"Is there a chance you're pregnant?" "No!" Julie said, trying to look shocked. I sat next to her on the sofa but there was a small distance between us, one that would never usually be there. Dating for three years since we were sixteen, Julie and I hadn't the chance to be with anyone else. Unless we cheated. Julie had cheated. I couldn't flat out get ang...
This story might have some plot holes or factual errors. This is a fictional story after all. If you want to nit-pick on it, fine, do so. --- 'Tim, are you coming or not? It's nearly seven!' Eric leaned against his car, asking impatiently. I could see why he was hurrying me along. It was a gloomy morning with a slight mist, not too heavy to have to worry...
Jenny was a little unsteady on her feet from the sheer excitement and shame of being displayed so openly and blatantly. She said perhaps the worst part was watching a group of women standing to the side of it, seeing each of the guys walk up and bend down and look at her pussy. She made eye contact with one of them and the woman just mouth "You dirty fucking...
I've always hated going to the barbers. Maybe it dates back to some traumatic event in my childhood, like being dragged there screaming by my father, but truthfully, I just don't know. I just know that all through my school years I hated going to the barber. I guess by the time I was in college I was old enough to get over that minor phobia, but I got throu...