All day I thought about the previous night and how far Jolene was willing to go at the bar. She seemed to be as excited by it as I was. The sex afterwards was fantastic, including this morning when she woke me with a blow-job. When I questioned her about what happened at the bar she didn't seem to want to talk about it. Even when I pushed she only gave shor...
"I'm sorry Mr. Ross, she isn't in her office. Can I take a message?" Yeah, you can take a message. Tell the lying bitch to answer her Goddamn cell phone. "No Cynthia. Just tell her that her HUSBAND called and to please call me back when she gets this." "Will do Mr. Ross." This conversation that I just had with my wife's secretary was an exact replica of y...
Ashley and I stood at the bar sipping our drinks and finishing our conversation with the club manager. I looked back at our wives at the table whispering to each other and giggling. Trish and Lois were talking about sex. That's the way two women act when they're talking about sex. I wondered which guy in the club was doing which gal -- it had to be something...
The sequel to Un-Break My Heart. A 'heart' felt thanks to those who came to slap some sense into me: HDK, X_Bishop, Patricia51, RPsuch, and all the rest, and to those who requested I continue the story begun in Un-break My Heart. This is for you. And, as ever, to the bestest editor-in-chief since Perry White, LadyCibelle. Be warned; there is no sex, no dru...
The chains rattled faintly as a door opened, and Lord Marcus Anderson stirred in his confinement. He had been kept in a dark dungeon, alone, for the last... he didn't know how long. Hours? Days? From the hunger in his stomach, and the dryness of his throat it had been over twenty-four hours at least. His golden buttoned up shirt had been ripped open, and hi...
This is version 2 of this story. After some helpful comments from readers I have fixed up some of my writing errors and put it in the 3rd person past tense. Those of you who do not like this sort of thing then don't waste your time on this one. Some have suggested another section to carry on the story but I'm not writing one just yet. * Well, Robert finall...
The first part of this story is based on a conference I had gone to out of state, and an experience I had at a bar the last night I was there. An attractive couple was sitting nearby, and the lady was staring at me. Though her look was intimidating, it was not rude, and I couldn't tell where she was coming from, why she was staring at me. It was very curious...
"I would never fucking let that happen to me!" Jay said with a slightly drunken slur. "And if something like that did happen, I would fucking kill the asshole, and the bitch who fucking cheated on me, and all the stupid cunts who go along with him. I wouldn't fucking care if I went to prison the rest of my life or got the chair! Some things a man can't let h...
I'm sitting here somewhat confused, with a gnawing sensation inside that something just isn't right. I can't articulate it really, but it's there still eating at me. Sometimes you just know when something is off. Right? I'm not making sense, let me explain. I just went to my wife's office to drop off her phone that she left at the house. No I didn't see som...
Preface: I wrote this story because I have searched far and wide for cuckolding stories where the cuckolding happens both accidentally/or in the heat of the moment, and leaves the man feeling a permanent sense of regret (without any sexual satisfaction for him). After being unable to find something like this over the years, I decided to write on for myself....