Chapter I Sam saw the light turning red as he made a gentle right turn into the driveway of the Conference Center. He found a parking spot halfway down the row, and eased into the spot, taking care not to get too close to the van parked awkwardly in the spot to his right. He shook his head at the careless manner in which the van was parked, and got out. Gra...
My wife worked at the computing center for a major international bank and her employer lived by the age-old adage "Trust, but verify." She moved millions with a keystroke and her codes ran out of sight in the heart of the machine. She was watched, they all were, but there was so much complication in the work that it would be easy to cheat the firm and get ri...
A GOOD wife wouldn't fuck around - my ending to Sally Tart's A Good Wife Shouldn't Drink http://www.literotica.com/s/a-good-wife-shouldnt-drink Sally Tart shows us the collapse of a marriage, and the downfall of a stupid little slut, who gets caught up in the idea of screwing around with a big dick. The guy after her is of course, younger, handsome, has a...
It started out as a playful flirty kind of thing. I'd just gotten over a divorce and now happy and relieved things were working out between me and Lisa. At first she would give me ribbons from her hair or bits of fabrics, or straps, or trinkets for me to wear at the base of my scrotum as a kind of cock collar. She joked that I was only permitted to masturbat...
Author's Note: Lately I've been drawn to stories of cheating wives in the Loving Wives section. Having been married for a long time, I find the tales written by some of the better authors to be extremely compelling. I'm not sure exactly why I'm drawn to them. But many of the stories are touching in a way that straight erotic fiction is not. They depict, in m...
I overhear Nancy ordering Mark around, telling him to make sure he has his car keys and wallet. She takes great delight in reminding him of the consequences if he embarrasses her in public. The two of them head out of the apartment and on the way to their shopping trip. After they're gone I get my phone and dial Marge, an old friend of mine. After a few rin...
Following my separation from my wife, I rented an apartment downtown, close to my office, so I could return to work whenever I wanted. My work was one of the reasons we separated. I'm a workaholic. I admit it, but I'm unable to do much about it. I like my work, and everything else takes a backseat. The office where I work is nearly deserted at night except...
Author's Note: Before you read this particular one, I would suggest going back to "The Traject" and familiarize yourselves with the characters of this particular story. Like all the other stories I have written, there really isn't a great need to know the background, however, it would greatly help to fully understand the entire story. I am going to take a...
Donna Gionese was a privileged girl; the only child of Mario Gionese, a powerful crime lord whose business acumen had amassed a sizeable fortune. Looking as stunning as a fashion model with long, fawn hair coupled with piercing doe-like gray eyes, Donna had rarely given a thought about her father's business which employed heavy handed tactics and brutality t...
I hate flying. I really and truly hate flying. The turbulence we've hit on this flight is probably the worst I've ever been exposed to. Can turbulence cause a plane to crash? Fuck.........I hope not, or I'm doomed. Well, so are my fellow passengers, but I'm more worried about my own hide than I am about theirs. In a desperate attempt to stop picturing my en...