I apologize for the way this story came out. It was supposed to be three chapters with Tom, Julie and then the final chapter with both, but the middle chapter was initially corrupted so it couldn't be posted in sequence. I did post it later but it sort of ruined the flow. Anyway, a lot of good readers asked me to finish it, so here it is. Thanks to all who c...
Ellen and I had ratcheted up the intensity of our relationship once we had both come clean about our sexual natures. You see, we were a perfect fit – she was a slut and I adored her for it. But there was more than a simple co-dependency at work here. Our mutual revelation had brought a welcome honesty to other levels of our relationship as well. When not eng...
I was never a cheater before my wedding day, but ever since, it's become a way of life. I've always been a sexual deviant and love all kinds of sex. But I had never realized that cheating could be a fetish. Boy oh boy is it a big fetish for me. I'm not sure anything I've done in the past compares to sex when I'm cheating. I wasn't sure I could ever top t...
There is no sex in this story. It's a simple tale about family loyalties strained to the breaking point. It might seem a bit silly to some, and some will say it was nobody's business, but not as silly as what I first intended. Besides, loving families stick together. Sometimes that means that love hurts and sometimes it means confronting someone you love bef...
A note to perplexed wives: If you've found this story in your husband's browsing history, congratulations! You hit the jackpot --you have yourself a cuck husband! Please keep an open mind and remember that he wants to see YOUR sexual liberation. If you choose to get into this, YOU should be the one in control. If he's a true cuck, he'll accept that and let...
The next morning, I woke up next to Darla and her hand was inches from my face, but only resting on my chest. They say fingernails, not eyes, are the windows to the soul. If that was true, then Darla's soul was pink, shaped like rose petals but without variation to the curve, accented here and there with tiny red hearts painted in an arrangement that create...
Back and forth, every night. Between twisted blankets, scattered pillows and a lump of a fiancee next to her, Kya decided to wake up and proceed to her living room. It wasn't a lavish apartment, but with Peter being in between jobs, it had to make due. Being a lone breadwinner was hard on Kya. Especially in such a chaotic office environment like hers. She wo...
I would like to give thanks to 'Techsan' for re-editing this story 11/05. * All she has on is a sexy nightie. As we lie on the bed, I put my hand on her flat stomach and rub it ever so gently in a circular motion. I slide my hand down to her mound and just gripped it 'til she starts to moan. Damn, what a woman! We've been married for 18 years now. She get...
I've discovered over the last eight years that being a step-parent isn't easy. For example, I have no problem telling my adult daughter when I think she has made a mistake. As her father, I have both the right and the obligation to do so. But I hesitate to do the same with my step-children. And as far as my step-grandchildren go, I am very careful when I cor...
She started yelling and screaming at how much of an asshole I was and how she was going to divorce me. I tried to calm her down and ask her if we could talk about it but she just kept screaming and yelling and cussing. She finally slapped me, flipped Ling off, and walked away. I wanted to run after her but Ling advised me against it. She told me to let my wi...