This is a continuation of the story, Choices, previously posted. We were going back to the same hotel. I was still unsure of how to feel about it all. After all, this was where my wife had publicly given herself to a stranger in front of me. She says all she did was orally satisfy him, but I could never be sure. I tried to check, afterward, when the two of...
Changes to our routine We settled back into our normal workweek lives, but there was a difference. Every day, I couldn't wait to be with her again, and was always elated when I got home. Margret was always there waiting for me, which may seem like something odd to say, but until this past weekend, I usually came home to an empty house. It seems there was al...
He stood outside the bar, nervously eyeing the door as patrons entered; a mixed crowd of well and casually dressed young people, college age and slightly older. Their youth, happiness and anticipation of fun, their carefree attitudes stood in stark contrast to his deep anxiety and his age. He was older, thirty-six, and suspected they knew as well as he did t...
Steve and Isabel started the day with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Their first guests would be arriving at Cum On Inn. It was just a few months ago that they had decided to turn their traditional bed & breakfast into a sex themed inn. Isabel would be part of the package offering the wife of the couple her first bi-sexual experience as well as her f...
It was a bright morning. The night before, my wife and I had enjoyed our first threesome with another man. I felt great! The only way I can describe it was that it was similar to the way I felt the morning after I had finally lost my virginity. In fact, the night before I had lost another aspect of my virginity : I had actually had another man's cock in my m...
Dinner time was very quite as Mike avoided even a glance at his wife. Marie had realized that after last night's midnight shift her husband was certainly not in the mood to discuss anything. Marie had just expected too much from him lately and she was regretting the argument they had before he had gone to work. Plates were cleaned, kids put to bed, and ther...
Ayesha watched her husband's car speed out the driveway and winced at the screeching noise the wheels made. Leaning her head against the window panel she felt silent tears course down her cheeks. She did love him and wanted to be the ideal wife but the hunger refused to be purged. It was as if there were two people in her warring to take control of her. She...
Chapter 1: The craving Greta moved ponderously around the small home she shared with Hans, her merchant husband, one hand frequently coming to rest upon her swollen belly as she did her best to perform her daily tasks, despite her particularly gravid state. Even with the difficulties, a smile kept forming on her lips as she tidied and dusted. It had been te...
Hi readers; since some people considered Chapter 1 less than true, I altered the story to be fiction. It is a little more spicy this way. Besides Robert's view of the scenes that happened in Ch.1, the rest of the story will be purely fiction. (And fyi to the weight judgers, please look up the sizes of Victoria Secret models... Hope you enjoy.) ;) * Her sm...
Mike went to pick up the post. It was his day off, while his wife was still at work. 7 or 8 letters -- marketing rubbish mainly, along with a brown envelope. But then a white envelope, with his name on. No stamp -- someone must have slipped it into his letterbox by hand. Mike felt around the envelope -- it felt like there was a CD or something in the envelop...