For the next few days I was a bit nervous. What I told Ashley was the truth, I had never cheated on my wife before so I never had to try and cover anything like this up. Even though I tried to put it out of my mind, there was no doubt that on some level I was waiting for some little bit of evidence from our night of passion to surface, something that would s...
Author's Note: This story is the first in a series of inter-related stories regarding women with penises. The stories will be related but will not be true sequels. That means you can read one "Island for Dickgirls" story and never read another, read them in any order, or (hopefully) read them all. To aid readers, I will include the same "introduction" sectio...
I did not see Ashley for the next couple of days; she had plans with her mother and plans with her friends so it gave me some time to myself where I could think about and process everything that had been happening over the past few weeks. I couldn't help but dwell on the state of my relationships with both Ashley and my wife. My thoughts kept returning to th...
I was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying my morning coffee when I heard my wife Katherine coming down the staircase. I hadn't slept well and had already been awake for a while. My mind was working overtime trying to put all of the pieces of my life where they rightfully belonged. Things that seemed so cut and dried a couple of weeks ago were now spinning...
Preface = = = = = = = = = = My apologies for the long delay since part 17. The real work intruded rather badly. Plus the fact that, as originally written, this was a somewhat different story. By the time I first publishing on Literotica I'd changed some key premises and had rewritten about a third of it to those new parameters. That material made up parts...
I know, I know. This one took a long time to post. But I had a small case of writer's block, along with something called 'college-level homework' (insert horrified screams). Again, I'm sorry that it took so long to get this one up. I'll try to be a little faster on the next ones. *For those who don't know, 'rhypophobia' is the fear of dirt. I'm sorry, but I...
I TRIED TO MAKE IT LONGER THIS TIME. PLEASE TELL ME IS GOOD. Also, thanks for waiting everyone. I really do appreciate the patience. As always, comments and feedback are what I long for. And if you're ever looking for news on the status of the next chapter, I will keep good on posting updates for the series to my profile. Enjoy! * * * A couple weeks ha...
This story is the second of a three part series. Each story examines the experience from the viewpoint of one of the three characters. Although not essential, I think you will enjoy them better if you read this one after reading the first story in the series because there is a plot spoiler in this segment. And as always, comments are welcome. Thanks for read...
Note from the author-- I apologize for the confusion this has caused. I don't know what happened to my original version of this story, but here it is again. * It was a beautiful Saturday in June. The year was 1983 and Laura was getting dressed for the biggest party of the summer; her sister Sara’s wedding. Laura, the maid of honor, was so excited to ha...
Chapter 03 -- A Farewell Orgy - - - I was doing the dishes as my wife came in from her friend's house. It was nice that we lived walking distance from her best friend, as it allowed my wife, Ann, to do some drinking and socializing without having to take her car. As she came in I recognized that gleam in her eye though. She was in the mood, she was going t...