Although this story is true, I have changed a few things to protect the not so innocent and to set my wife's mind at ease so she may enjoy this little bit of our history as much as she did at the time. This took place on a trip from Kansas City to the west coast. I was moving the last of my belongings back home to California, Gloria, my new girlfriend at the...
This will be the beginning of my stories regarding my desire to share my wife with other men. She knows how much it turns me on when she flirts with men when we are out so quite often when the setting is right we go out and have a few drinks. A few years ago we had quite a bit of fun while in Kansas City and I posted that story here but have lost the abili...
The thing with these chintzy little coffee shops and thatched Tudor type tea houses is that they attract a better class of patron. One tends to tire of the 'greasy-spoon' type of establishment after a while, the transport caff, the Mc D Meggamuff joints with their coffee served in a mixing bowl sized cups, the inane chatter of airhead teens, the appalling ma...
This is an extension of a storyline by dave_jones_50 called "The Fountain of Youth." Please read it for background. Set in a Sci-fi world where 'semen therapy' is medical treatment for women. No more botox or plastic surgery if a woman can be lucky enough to score a few loads per day. Of course us men are always looking for women to beg us to cum in her mout...
I cruised by the little back road bar and then turned my bike around and went back. To this day, I don't know why but I did and my life changed completely. Whether it was for the better or for the worse is still up for grabs. I will let you decide. ***** Parking my bike, I sat there waiting. For what I wasn't sure but something told me to wait. In my lifet...
When the recent scandal regarding the Senator from Illinois who took his wife to a swinger's club hit, my wife and I talked about whether or not that was something we could do. Gail felt that it would be too overwhelming and that she just couldn't see herself with another man, nor allow me to be with another woman. However we both agreed that it would be som...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. The night was young when I left the house. The sun was still up, although it was far to the west and would be below the...
What was an intended "girl's night out" turned into a night alone at the bar. My friend, Sheila, had to back out at the last second. So at the bar I sat, my hand wrapped around a frigid bottle of Guinness as I watched swarms of people talk and dance around me. Then I saw him, two tables from the bar with a cigarette wedged between his pink lips. His body wa...
Chapter 07: Masseuse Sunday Afternoon I got home from golf, hurrying to make time for a shower before Jody got home. I was thinking of a quiet dinner at home, assuming she would have had enough dining out in the past four days. I was looking forward to having some time together. I put the bottle of our favorite wine down on the counter on my way past and t...
It was 1:45am and we still had a solid crowd for a Tuesday night. There were about 10 or so people up at the bar a few outside smoking cigarettes. Usually the wait staff was long gone by this point, having transferred any remaining tables to the bar's tab, and tonight seemed to be no exception. I hadn't seen any other staff members for a bit. I worked at a...