Lisa walked over and sat down on the stool next to Mark. "So which one are you?" Lisa asked. Mark looked around to see if she was talking to him. "Which what am I?" Mark asked. "We're at a singles bar and you have a wedding ring tan-line. There are 3 possibilities for what you are. You could be a married man out looking for some action on the side. You c...
Retired at Christmas Copyright Oggbashan November 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *****************************************...
I was at the park with the kids. I'm a widower, with three small children. Young to be a widower, but these things happen. It was a nice day and I had the day off work, so I'd grabbed the kids from the childminder and taken them to the park, where they were now entertaining themselves. They'd be good for an hour or more, burning off all that young energy. A...
Chapter 32. Kishor 40 widower. (September 1986). It was early evening on a Friday and expecting Pravin any minute I dressed the way he likes to find me, in just tan stockings and suspender belt with a matching bra and panties set in white. As with most of my clothes, particularly underwear, the ensemble were presents from Pravin who had a preference for tan...
Over the last few months I seemed to have develop a fetish for water sports. My name is Tony and I am a 65 year old widower. I am not sure how it started but I can remember an incident with my 55 year old girl friend, Lisa which triggered it off. Let me explain... You see, I had been a widower for awhile when I connected with Lisa, a gorgeous woman who...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan February 2006 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * I was savouring my after-breakfast cup of...
Carol Hart had a dilemma. For the last year, she had worked as a waitress in a coffee shop in San Francisco's business district, without making much money but with other positives. She had a chance to meet a lot of men there, including mostly gentlemen but there were a few assholes as well. Until that day, she had always thought of Hank - she didn't know his...
My name is Rebecca and I am a big woman. I am proud of who I am and happy. But that wasn't always the case. I'd married at twenty-two and divorced at thirty-three and dated occasionally since then. However there hadn't been much sex. My husband had been a good man but not a good lover. The sex had been disappointing. He blamed me, I blamed him, then started...
This story is based on reality. The beginning is based on my experience. The story continues into fantasy. I wrote this story as tribute and as a gift to the girl named Haley. Obviously not the real girl's name, the only share the first initial. I hope your enjoy this my H... _____________________ I got off the motorcycle I had bought. This was going to b...
In Doctor Z, Ch 1, we learned that before Jo Jo, and her husband Bart, moved to Mt. Pleasant, Michigan that they enjoyed an open marriage, he to have access to a tighter pussy, she to have a man with a cock large enough to satisfy her. The next-door neighbor in the condo that they moved into is a widower, Dr. Jack Zuckner, an OB/GYN doctor, that for years h...