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....
As my wife opened my underwear drawer, I panicked. She was lost in talk about a bathroom remodeling and hadn't yet noticed women's panties right on top of my things. They were so blatantly not hers because it was a red thong and she never wore anything that exciting. She was looking at me but blindly reaching for them. In that moment I had to do something s...
This is the fifteenth and final episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous fourteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other t...