The following is based upon a true story with exaggerations added to enhance the story interest: I write love songs so here goes. ***** Story: Kinky voyeur husband-Watching the wife seduced- It all started one day when I made the mistake of bringing a big, handsome, rouged looking friend home from work with me that looked like the twin brother of my wife'...
At the end of chapter 1, I confessed I was divided in mind about how the tale should end, and asked for comments. Quite a few suggested I leave it as it was, finished in one episode, and I admit to being tempted. But the implication that there would be an ending seemed an obligation. Some said, "take your time," others said, "don't make us wait." The theme s...
Judy had become very aware that she had attracted the attention of the men working down at the community centre. As she made her way along the street she smiled inwardly, her gait changing into almost a skip. For a woman in her mid twenties and already married for five years Judy was nevertheless still quite shy, naïve and girlish in her outward appearance a...
This is a story that takes some time to tell. If you're looking for a read that goes right to the "good parts" quickly, you might want to skip this one. For those of you willing to invest the time to read slowly, and enjoy, it won't disappoint. Well the economy hit pretty hard in our area. I was working as an account manager in the office of a local manufac...
I guess when it comes right down to it; my story is not much different than most married guys. I have a good looking wife who is much less interested in sex than I am. If I initiate sex, she will usually do it just to avoid an argument. But most of the time, she can take it or leave it when it comes to sex. At least that is what I used to think until the las...
It was five thirty in the morning when Ramesh woke up from his sleep. He wanted to go back to his beauty sleep but was arrested by the excellent, innocent beauty of his wife. Sukanya was sleeping in her light coloured nightdress and was displaying the aura of her attractiveness at peak levels. She was just like an angel with her delicate, fine features. The...
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore girls and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story takes place after the show. ***** "Marry me." Lorelai Gilmore turned to her daughter and stared at her in disbelief at what she had just heard. She repeated it in her mind over...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. * Thursday I received a e-mail from David, he would have seen my comments about Carla's Z...
A True Account of a Submissive Husband's Journey to Becoming Cuckold My name is JR. That is my real name. I am dating myself when I tell you that the name came from the TV show, Dallas. One of the characters was JR Ewing. My initials are JR and the name stuck. I am a retired college professor with a PhD and many years of teaching and research experience...
Chapter 4 - South African Housewife January 5, 2019 I smiled as I closed the door behind Hannah, but not before noticing that Jenny Defoe's peep hole went from dark to light. It seemed that either Jenny or Gregory was curious about me and Hannah, or maybe they were just curious about who was just outside their door. I couldn't know for certain, so with a s...