CHAPTER 7 It was nearly two years later when the news came that the French police had caught the real murderers, and were sure they had done the other crimes, so I was no longer wanted. The first thing I wanted to do was ring up my brother. When I answered the phone, I thought for a moment it was his wife Nancy and asked to speak to Jim. "Speaking," he sa...
I met John and Karen on a sunny day at my home. I had just finished my new patio the week before and was having a BBQ to celebrate. I recently started my own business so the attendees were diverse. In addition to guys from the fire house I had invited a handful of work colleagues and opened the invite to friends of friends. John and Karen were friends of som...
There's no BTB or cuckolding in this one, but there is cheating by the husband, maybe with good reason. I believe this is a little different from what's normally on here; I expect somebody will let me know if I'm wrong. If you have any feeling against the characters please try putting yourself in their position. I welcome comments and feedback, good or bad,...
*I would like to give a special thanks to an awesome person (you know who you are) for help in collaborating and brainstorming this story together. The story wouldn't be half as good without your help. And a big thanks goes out to all my readers and commentators who motivate and inspire me, even the negative ones, who I love to piss off. Your negativity insp...
My loving wife dropped what she was doing and sat down at the table across from me with an expression of total incredulity. "WHAT did you just say?" Guess I had her full attention now. Good. I drew a silent breath and repeated my question. "Are you having an affair Ruthie?" A simple six-word sentence but loaded with potentially life altering implication...
Please note: This story involves themes of cuckolding and female-led relationships. Thanks for the feedback on chapter 1. I was really pleased to hear that some folks enjoyed it. I plan to write at least two more chapters. I'm a pretty slow writer, though. I hope you'll check back from time to time for new material. ******************** Chapter 2 I la...
Author's note: This is a romantic satire, y'know. Don't take it too seriously. All sexual activity involves modern humans of age 18+. Nobody is murdered, not even those happily fucked to death. Feedback is appreciated. ----- randy Randy ----- I am Randy. That is both my name and my condition. (Sort of like my cousin's sweet daughter Torchy, who is always...
It was another bright Sunday morning, two days after Alice and I had seen Carmen and Steve going into the cinema with their new potential conquests, Julie and Gary. The kids were at their usual soccer practice so we had taken the opportunity to go to the gym together. Alice had booked her favourite spinning class while I had intended to spend an hour working...
I had admired "Mrs. Big Tits" for over six years, ever since we moved into the neighbourhood. She was the woman across the back lane. We moved in on a Friday. Saturday was her daughter's birthday party. The pony escaped from her yard into ours, and my first glimpse of her was chasing the horse, massive mammaries trying to bounce out of a skimpy T-shirt. We...
I would like to thank one of my readers, we'll call him Mike, for helping with typo's, grammar and punctuation. So here I sit, wondering what will happen next. I look down at my hand and in it is a pistol I didn't know I held. I am numb as I wonder where it came from. Looking up I see the green leaves of the tree in our back yard. Over to the right is the p...