The four of us were just sitting around shooting the breeze on a Saturday night. We'd been drinking wine coolers all day and Margueritas since about six o'clock. As the time swept on toward nine, the talk turned definitely sexual. Steve and his wife Angela had been our friends for about three years. Steve, a solid, good looking blond guy was a jet mechanic...
Please be aware that this story contains some BRIEF elements of 'forced' bi-sexuality. But if you still want to read it and rip it apart then I guess that's up to you. ***** Nick dropped his keys onto the table beside the front door, it had been a long day and he was really looking forward to a relaxing bath and his evening meal. He removed his coat and tu...
After loosing control to Jake a few nights ago, Penny needed to go get it back. She had a list of men she could call that would give her control, but, there was one in particular she wanted and she called him. He was at work, so she called him there. He answered and Penny started in immediately. "What are you wearing?" She seductively said. "You know what...
Author's note: readers of my first story demanded a conclusion to "A Wife Plus Two Makes Music." I posted that chapter without sufficient editing and hope this conclusion is better received. I'm indebted to TMIMH's for his generous feedback and assistance reviewing this piece. Check out his excellent work is published as the member "toomuchinmyhead". ~FA...
-Plans for Tonight- Just before shutting down my computer and completing the mundane ritual that is the end of my workday, I noticed a new email message alert on the screen. It was from my wife Jessica, which was unusual in that she rarely sent me messages. I thought it odd that she didn't call me if it was something important and I really wanted to get hom...
The night they came back from Octoberfest, she burnt all his clothes. Gerrig and Margarethe agreed a week before that they'd both wear traditional dresses to the famous German beer festival in Munich. "Gerrig, I only have one dirndl. Why don't you wear your lederhosen you wore last year? The way your thighs and butt look in the tight leather, it gives me id...
Author's Note: This is a short one, a quick little romp. I thought it would be fun to write, and it was. I'm entering it into as a Valentine's Day 2016 Contest Story. If you enjoyed the tale, I'd be honored to earn your votes. Comments welcome too. Enjoy! ***** Are You...? I idled near the entrance to the local mall. It was old, and slowly dying, but i...
Chapter 1 I came home from a hard day's work on the construction site, wanting nothing more than to sink into my Lazy Boy, fire up Thursday Night Football, and drink a six-pack of Lonestar, but that wasn't going to happen. It seems my wife of ten years, Agnes, had other plans. She wanted to talk. "You remember my Aunt Martha, who lives in Arkansas?" she a...
Dear Wimp, So you are Mary's husband, the loser, the wimp, the shrimpdick that I've heard about. Well, I've got good news and bad news for you, wimp. The good news is that until last week, Mary had been faithful to you. Faithful for five years of marriage. That's almost a miracle. That such a drop dead, knock-down gorgeous babe like Mary could have remaine...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For all who have been waiting a long time for this my apologies, my life got a bit busy. Fair warning for the inevitable horde of morons: This is a work of fiction. No, she is not my actual wife. For those who seem to confuse the Loving Wives section with Romance -- you might want to give this a skip (but if you want to read it anyway and get...