"Pick what breakfast cereal you want" instructed Christina, my wife as we gently wandered around the supermarket. An innocent comment but when I followed it my life turned upside down. As I crossed the aisle to pick up my packet of Coco Pops I was nearly run down by a trolley. It banged into me and a wheel ran over my foot. I exclaimed and looked up to see...
Some time ago, when I first started this prurient voyeuristic walk down memory lane, I promised that I would explain why I call my wife "Lacey" even though that isn't her real name and I assume that you have been patient as you wait for an explanation. Well, as luck would have it, I have now arrived at that part of the narrative where I must divulge the sec...
My insecurity continued to grow with each passing day during the next three weeks, as did the insecurities of the other 12 white husbands in our little condo community. Each day during the work week while the husbands worked, the young black stud had all of our wives hanging around him at his soon to be gym. The white wives continued assisting and preparin...
Part 1: The Prelude Let me start out this story by vehemently saying I believe in love. Sappy I know. I believe in love between a man and a woman (or a man and a man or a woman and a woman, for that matter). I love being married, sharing my life with one person, raising a family. I would not for a second trade the life I have and the committed relationship...
I had helped Dawn put the kids to bed, do their bedtime stories and so forth, before wandering back downstairs. Dawn was preparing dinner and we sat at the table to eat in peace. Dinner was nothing special, pleasant but ordinary. We made small talk as we ate before Dawn went into a big long explanation about her sister, Linda. Linda was a bit scatty but to...
This story can be read independently of the first story, True Tale, but I hope you'll take the time to read the first one and therefore have a more complete history of the path we traveled. This is all as close to what happened as I can remember. Some people in the first response indicated that they couldn't understand my desire to hang onto her, why I loved...
self, I'm Bob and my wife Cindy and I have been married for 10 years. We have two wonderful children both girls, age 5 and 7. We married soon out of high school. My wife Cindy has worked for a marketing firm for seven years and has worked her way to a good position making good money. Cindy is 5' 3" tall with long red hair, firm 36C breasts, a tiny waist, nic...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, franchises, historical events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic...
Despite Mallory's predictions, the first weekend in December came and went without Dr. Clark begging her for anything. Not even a handjob. And, moreover, there was no sign he was even sweating it. If she wasn't so sexually frustrated, she'd have just been pissed off and perhaps a little bit hurt. Of course, appearances are not always truths. Underneath his...
She was beautiful. Not that that was out of the ordinary. She was beautiful when we met in college, she is still beautiful today, and she will always be, as far as I am concerned. As I mentioned, we met in college. She was working on getting her CPA behind her and I was about to finish a Bachelors in Business Management. We kind of hit it off immediately,...