This is a serial fantasy story from the point of view of a painfully shy, under developed cuckold, about how a rich black Alpha male opens up the cuckold's very first serious love, and brings him and his puckish, but equally shy and physically under developed fiancée, into a long term polygamous living arrangement with the Alpha male's beautiful and dignifie...
Chapter 12: Our 25th Anniversary February, 2008 SPECIAL LITEROTICA FORWARD: Critics of my Diary on Literotica have asked why I post in the Loving Wives section. There are two reasons: 1) There is no Cuckolding section, and 2) Sally truly IS a loving wife. I asked her to cuckold me for 15 YEARS, and when she finally tried it, we discovered that we BOTH lo...
Part One: The Wife Finds Out! "Honey we have to talk," the five words you never want to hear from your wife, especially when she is sitting by your computer, with your secret porn stash open on the desktop. "My computer was out and I had to get a report done. I saw a file marked 'BBC' and opened it thinking it was British television programs and instead I...
Four months ago, Ann's lover Vince moved in. Peter and Ann just celebrated their fifth year of marriage. Ann was a voluptuous woman with long black hair cascading down her back to her waist. She had 44DD breasts, an ample ass, thunder thighs, broad hips, beautiful green eyes and smile which made Peter melt. Marriage, but not wedded bliss. Peter stood 5 fee...
'Best of times; worst of times', it was Charles Dickens who started off his epic tale of 'A Tale of Two Cities' with that phrase and I have often thought that should my life be written about then those few words would neatly sum up my biography. However, given my life is not yet done, such thoughts maybe a little premature and there might well be a happy e...
Jane: I suppose my starting point was when I googled the word 'Cuckold' that fateful morning. I don't know why I did it and I wasn't sure what it really meant; all I knew was that it was a term used for husbands whose wives were unfaithful to them. I had never been unfaithful to Mark and had never really considered it seriously. Sure, like most women my ag...
Note: This story is the seventy-second episode in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous seventy-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I stro...
This is an alternate version of Clarence and Mille by hilarynhugo©. Many comments seemed to think it needed one and I agree. But be forewarned, this version does not have "scorched earth" ending to it. No revenge is extracted, nobody dies and the main character does not undergo some remarkable transformation. His formative years are over. Also there is no se...
We sat at the table, her holding my hand me bawling like a baby. "Clarence stop it now. I mean it. It is not the end of the world. I told you because I love you. I do not want to lose you. I do not want you finding out the wrong way about; well, about the things I am doing with Marcus," she said. I'm sure she thought her tone was supportive, but she was kill...
"Pastor all the furniture in the house is now the property of the church. If I'm not mistaken, you were asking for donations for the woman's shelter. I don't think you'll want any of mattresses from the house but the rest is yours." My daughter stood there looking at her mom. If looks could kill, Janice would die a slow painful death. "Hi Sweetums!" "Hi D...