With kind thanks to DawnJ for her excellent help in editing this story. 1. I first met Trudie on an organised bus trip to the beach. She was nineteen, had long mousey-brown hair; wore white crocheted trousers revealing glimpses of underwear and a cheesecloth blouse tied around her waist. It was the 70s' after all. I didn't notice her thick, black framed gl...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
I'm Melanie. I'm a 30 year old, married slut who cheats on her husband almost daily, if not even more often than that, because he can't come close to satisfying me and I can't possibly get enough cock anyway. This is another entry in my memoirs. At the time I'm writing this, I've got about eight to ten guys who I count as "boyfriends" -- guys I fuck somewha...
Hello and welcome to my readers. There'll be no tricks this Halloween, only this little treat for you. I appreciate your votes, comments and feedback. Enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Dub, how's it goin' buddy? When did you get back in town?" Dub Stockwell grinned as Jimmy the bartender greeted him hea...
Lillitu wasn't angry. She wasn't angry at all. She was happy to know that dear Erdgar had gained the fortitude required to walk among the public with a bare face. And if her servants could be believed, and there was no reason not to, his wife was pleased to be seen with him. She kept her most interesting guest, Lady Bethaline Bransted, in a secluded corner...
Nancy Gibbons sat on one side of the conference table. Nathan, her lawyer, sat to her right and her most senior agent sat on her left. Carol Rasmussen joined the agency a few months after it got started. The other parties sat on the other side. Nancy had recently come into a windfall and was looking to invest the money. The interest rates were incredibly low...
Part IX: Foursome My best friend and I were deep in thought as we sat patiently in room 106 waiting for our wives to walk in with the two young studs they met at DB'S Bar. We didn't talk, we didn't move. Occasionally the sound of people opening and closing their doors echoed in the distance. Still our subconscious was lost in the imagery of what was about t...
Emily thought about the phone call she had received from her husband for the hundredth time as she made the drive home from work. His voice had been quite serious as he confirmed his young wife had nothing planned that evening and would be available for a serious talk. Despite her probing, she was unable to get any more information from him and was left anxi...
Author's note: There is no explicit sex in this story. No bitches are burned or even lightly singed. If that's what you are looking for please look elsewhere. They were already at the table. John and Alex were talking about the afternoon's football matches. John's wife, Roz looked bored. Alex was between wives as he liked to put it. Roz looked up at S...
Continuation from: Sharing my Wife: A Special Night with Shaun. Thank you very much to Shygirlwhore for editing the story. She's been an incredible help! ***** Shortly after lunch, Michelle called. She said that Shaun has a rodeo conference of some kind in Bozeman, Montana Tuesday through Thursday and asked if she could go with him. She said she'd already...