Author's note: As with all my stories, they have a basis in actual events. They are put forth for enjoyment with as little embellishment as possible. I always look forward to getting responses from readers on what they enjoyed about them. ***** John by all accounts had done all the right things in life. He was educated, independent and did not punch a tim...
Pt 2- the Wife's Perspective When Part 1 was published, I was surprised by the number and tone of the negative comments. This is obviously a genre that elicits strong feelings. Everyone is free to have an opinion, of course. This sequel is not an attempt to justify the actions of the characters. It's to provide more content for those who do enjoy stories li...
My name is Larry. I'm 30 years old and work as the chief dispatcher for a large trucking firm. My wife Sandra (pronounced saundra) is 27 and works at a clothing outlet store. A little about ourselves: I'm 6-foot and 195 pounds. I have a degree in Business Administration but mostly studied frat parties, beer drinking, and getting in the pants of sorority girl...
Dear Sir, I am sending you this report so that you will know things about your wife that it is unlikely that she has told you. The year was 1993. It had been a boring summer for Bonnie Birdsall, your wife to be. Her high school boy friend had joined the Coast Guard, so would be away for a couple years. Her mother had her baby sit her younger brother, Mon...
My Rubenesque Italian wife Gianna shouted something to me as she left the house in Italian that I think meant 'I'll be back later.' I was in our bedroom folding clothes, straightening up Gianna's huge shoe collection and changing the sheets on the bed. Our marriage was a strange one to say the least. I spoke very little Italian and Gianna spoke very little E...
The sun was low in the sky when I came out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into the den, where Sharon was sitting on the couch painting her toes. She was dressed in white, a wrap that barely covered her ass. She was wearing panties but no bra. She looked sexy as hell, and I stood in the doorway staring at her and thinking back ov...
I went home after my evening on the cross with my balls feeling sore and my mind in turmoil. I sat in the lounge and tried to come to terms with what had happened and the way I had been treated, my balls were aching following the abuse they had received from Andrea's riding crop, I tried to find some way of easing my discomfort but it was impossible due the...
My pathetic, semi-erect, four inch cock dribbled the last of my orgasm onto the bed sheets as I knelt on all fours. My wife rolled off the bed laughing. "I've just got to get a picture of this!" She squealed, getting the digital camera off the dresser. I must've looked quite a site kneeling there in that state with a pair of her pantyhose on, with a cyber...
Special thanks to Literotica member, Smoothed for his help with editing and creative detail. This is a continuation of the original story without any recaps. Read "Checking on the Neighbors Chapters I & 2" to get the full story from the beginning. You are reading a work of interracial erotica that contains anal sex, big dicks, large breasts, and cheating w...
I was certain that I would die in the vice grip of the walls that closed in around me. Each day was the same as the day before: The bitter smell of cheap coffee wafting from the kitchen. The skipping record cadence of my husband singing "Punkin doodle all the day" as he baked bacon in our cheap oven. The walls closed in. We were stuck. Unable to move and ba...