I'd known Joe for a good ten years and I'd spent many hours in his bar, The Landing Strip Lounge, drinking PBR and lusting after the girls that worked for him. They came and went, but one thing that they all had in common was that they were hot! The current crop was no exception. Karen behind the bar and both waitresses, Tina and Cookie, made me want to rip...
About ten days went by until an opportunity arose for TJ to speak to the boss. By then he had rehearsed his plan in his mind umpteen times. The days had dragged a bit since he had watched, through a slightly ajar master bedroom door, the black friend of his boss, Mr Rush, make love to Mrs Rosie, his lovely, much younger white wife. TJ was still new to the s...
This is the continuation of "Time to Man Up -- Part One." As it continues right where part one ended, with no recap, I strongly recommend reading that part first. Part One was published as I'm submitting this. I was also aware when I started writing this story, because of the division of opinions on cheating wife stories on this site, there will be readers w...
Authors note: While this submission is little different than my usual offerings, some things remain constant. I believe that, even when we are the central players in a drama, we NEVER know the whole story and my writing reflects that belief. This story is no exception. I know that there are a lot of detail purists on this site that get rankled when an au...
Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. My name is Tommy Janson and I'm regarded as an average Scandinavian man. Earlier in this year in my early forties, I saw myself to be a man without any personal problems, living in a happy marriage when the events, which got me to write this story, began to happen. At least in my own opinion, I couldn't by any...
This is a continuation to my previous story about how Joe, my husband, and I had gone off with Frank, our best friend, to a motel for the weekend. We had gone out for dinner and then these two men had brought me to a park where I had to remain naked while we talked to another couple. After that we drove back to the motel, Frank insisted that I stay naked in...
My wife Katie and I lived in our old neighborhood for 8 years. We became good friends with Don and Frankie. Our kids were friends from school and sports. We both owned boats and spent our summers on the local river. During those hot summer weekends, we would boat all day and then party all night when we got home and then go boating again on Sunday. Katie and...
************** When someone has an honest attitude, honestly, do you actually trust them? ************** This tasty young bird struts down to my end of the moderately crowded pub. A pageboy-cut brunette in a frilly blouse barely containing a double handful of knockers. Poured into a pair of Capris doing a bang up job of displaying the Golden Mean of her...
[This is a belated continuation of Nancy's adventures. We've been very busy with our lives, the exhibitionist/voyeuring part as well as normal part. I'll try to finish these Seattle reports in the next few weeks. Fortunately, I kept notes to work from. Cal] 1. Friday morning I woke up a few minutes before Nancy did. I went across the hall to the bathroom t...
The following day, Marisa looked out the window of her dining and entertaining room to the backyard. She reflected on the evening prior and how electric it was. Her daydreaming was getting the best of her as she was preparing the snacks for the book club. It wasn't until Stephen broke her silence that really paid attention to her surroundings. "Hey honey, yo...