It was intense! It was by far the strongest orgasm I'd had in quite a while and I wasn't even on a bed. I was bent over the back of the couch in my living room and the hard cock was driving into me from behind. My feet weren't even touching the floor and I had my wadded up panties in my mouth and I was biting down hard on them to keep from screaming out and...
Rebecca: Wanna-be cuckold gives his reluctant wife Rebecca a little push... This is an adult story about sharing. It is written in the first-person narrative from the viewpoint of the husband. I've been on both sides of the fence for sharing so some of the angst shown by the husband is familiar to me. If you don't want to or don't like reading about such l...
It had been over five years since my wife of fifth teen years, the once Adelia Lynn Masters a local branch manager for Bank America had asked me for a divorce. Her simple explanation was "I am no longer in love with you." She claimed there was no one else. Adelia said over time we had just drifted apart. I had my doubts but was never ever able to prove anyth...
Win, Lose or What? And the results of marrying a slut. Thanks to the forwarding feature of the site I got introduced to a new Writer. He forwarded me the draft of this story he had worked on, asking me to see what I could do with it. It was nice to learn that some of my stories had inspired him to start writing. I took this story and modified it and sent i...
Chapter 5 She was surprised that she'd even fallen asleep, let alone awakened refreshed after what felt like the best night's rest she had in long while. Or ever. The incredibly comfortable memory foam mattress she slept on must've had something to do with that. Then again, she hadn't slept in a real bed for what seemed an eternity, and then there was the...
I left Frances and the Royal Crescent Hotel as a fairly depressed man. I had thought, now that the divorce was over, we would get a fairly straight run to a romantic proposal somewhere. But not yet it seems. I wanted a few more weeks yet, to settle my final doubts and fears, but I was getting there. And one idle conversation with Molly about her view of her...
Dan woke up, glancing at the clock that sat on the head board of his giant California King bed. 5:15 AM, the lighted numbers on the clock radio read. It wasn't set to go off, no need for that. Dan woke up every single day within a few minutes of the same time without fail. It made no difference at all what time Dan went to bed, still he would awake and ge...
This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new versi...
I woke late the following morning and was alone in my room, I had no idea if Lucy and Chantal had stayed all night and left before I woke up, or left at some point during the night. I do know that I was feeling pretty exhausted from the previous day's exertions and was looking forward to a quiet day by the pool, however, this was a working holiday and as suc...
Eric and I sat naked on the bleachers at the YMCA pool, St Paul. It was nine on a Monday night, the facilities near deserted. My weights room buddy had kept me back later than usual, after our swim and workout, with his ceaseless talk of body building, body builders, new routines, favorite muscle groups. After two hours of exercise I was happy to linger in h...