WARNING: You might not be the right audience for this story. I originally wrote this to share only with my wife, however I thought maybe someone else would appreciate the very slow approach that she and I are taking to exploring this fantasy. If you're looking for some immediate, hot sex scenes you'll be disappointed. There is some sex, especially in Part 3...
Reboot Edited by Thegreat_pretender As Comp looked at Popster holstering her gun, trumpets began to sound. "What's that?" Comp asked. Popster looked at her with quizzical interest. 'You violated the rules...' said a voice in Comp's head. "Wait, what?" Comp murmured. 'You are an invader and you must be removed...' said the voice again. "Please...
My wife Jolene has been getting together with her girlfriends to play cards for quite a while, once each month on a Friday. Most of these Friday's I would just meander around the house or once in a while meet up with a friend to play pool or just have a drink. She had been bugging me that I should have a poker game at our house on the Friday's she would be w...
The next day, taking the half day Neeta went to Ajay's rented house, as he told her that it will give them more privacy. Neeta was a little saddened with the way Ajay was living in a very small hoarding. Even the location was a downtown habitat. But she didn't in anyway reject any of her sexual favors to the handsome instructor. Ajay noticed the way she did...
"So you're sure about this?" Melissa asked anxiously. We'd just finished a nice, simple dinner of pork chops, scallop potatoes and Caesar salad and managed not to curdle the flavor by bringing up the Mixon Match club. We'd talked a bit after getting home the previous night, mostly probing to find the extent of any potential hurt feelings or ego bruising. Wh...
My wife's journey towards exhibitionism wasn't anything we intended, planned, or conceived. It was one of those things that just happened. Especially with our backgrounds. Let me explain: We're an average middle class couple. We were both raised in nice suburban families. And we've always lived normal lives. We've never been in trouble with the law (besides...
Many thanks to snowbear for editing this story. * My name is Thomas Dahl, an average Scandinavian guy, forty-eight years old and married to my pretty wife Alexandra for twenty-three years. Our two children have left the nest. Emma is twenty-one and began her studies to become a lawyer at Southern University. Elliot is twenty and is in the navy working for...
I mentioned in chapter 1 that Nancy and I often would meet at Wal Mart. I'm retired, and have my days free. Rather than take part in the scrum that is grocery shopping on weekends, I prefer to do mine on the quieter weekday afternoons when the stores are less crowded. Nancy, a stay at home mom, also found that the time she had available during the day made m...
"You absolute bastard!" Lou snarled, stepping forward -- but a pair of Federal marines in power armor were there to grab him and slam him back down into a chair. Their metal gauntlets were shockingly gentle, considering their enhanced strength, but Lou still felt terribly impotent in their grip. His hands tightened into fists and he glared at Admiral Bosch,...
Mrs. Jackson stood in her bathroom as she glanced over at the clock. She frantically tried to get ready for her yoga class. The hot wife assumed that it would be at least an hour before her husband came home as Fred had left early in the morning to pick up Phil Dorman from the Missouri State Correctional Center. As Phil had demanded, she had testified at his...