At my husband's urging I have written an account of our first cuckolding experience. My husband Hugh likes to read such stories on the internet, and I have read a few myself. First I will tell you about us. We married when I was 21 and Hugh was 32. He had been married previously, and had two children who lived with their mother and stepfather. I always wa...
ONE The maitre'd's eyes opened as the hostess escorted the woman with her child into Tollozo's. My God, that's the tallest woman I've ever seen, Felix thought to himself. Tall, REAL tall, blonde and quite stacked...but her kid is in a classy suit...no that can't be a kid, he's balding...he's a fuckin' midget! Oh, yeah...that's Ambrose Gunn, I'm wearing...
A mentally and physically exhausted Bobbie Jo Hottinger rested wearily on the sweat stained sheets of her cockroach infested, New York City motel room. It had been an emotionally battering whirlwind for the 23 year old mother of four as she tried to force herself to sleep over the sounds of drunk men wandering up and down the motel's corridor and the searing...
Chapter Five: Prom Night By: sophie_writes It was a picture-perfect SoCal Saturday—the time of year when most seniors were looking forward to prom or shopping for a new swimsuit for the summer. Like most of my peers, I'd already taken care of the prom dress situation. The swimsuit would have to wait because right now I was doing a very different kind of sh...
"Jesus Christ, don't you ever get enough?" Her head resting on Dan's chest, Jane looked down and saw the eye of the Hammerhead staring straight at her. "I can't help it," he said, smiling. Dan's life revolved around his rig; to him a boner was normal. He loved sex more than life itself. Always ready to be of service, he was much in demand. Possessing an ele...
Reading Ch. 01 is a must in understanding how Greg's wife Gwen, and their daughter Zoe's relationship was turned upside down; with both now working towards the goal of interracially cuckolding him. *** Outwardly, forty-two year old Greg Parks was living the American Dream. Married to his beautiful wife Gwen for twenty years, they produced an equally beauti...
Author's note. These are not stand alone stories. If you haven't read chapters 1-7, please go back and read them first, or this chapter will make no sense. ****** Chapter 8: Tying the knot, and epilogue I think Autumn was always my favorite time in the South. The excitement of graduation and starting to work full-time was past. We'd survived another stick...
I looked over to where Pam and Jane had been laying in the sand but they were no longer there. I asked William, "Where do you think they went?" "My guess is that they are at the hut already or maybe watching Annette." We went by the bar on our way to the hut and saw Sammy, Damon and Yvonne standing there talking. We went over to them and William asked, "Wh...
Note: I would like to thank Atenai and CuriousKnight for their feedbacks on my very first two stories. Their honest inputs and encouragements have enabled me to take note of the weak points in my first two submissions, so I can improve my subsequent submissions. Even though, they don't review this particular story, I do believe that this story has benefited...
Brooke was a quintessential southern belle. Her father owned a textile factory, and growing up, she rode horses on the family ranch and participated in pageants. She'd been a competitive cheerleader in high school, had won prom queen, and was now a member of one of the most popular sororities at her southern state university. Little did Brooke know that a ha...