Richard Cabot was, in almost all ways, a happy and lucky man. At the age of 25, he had a lovely wife, Catherine (age 22), a good job that he enjoyed and, while a new home was being built, he had free room and board with his wife's wealthy parents. His relations with his in-laws always had been pleasant even before he married their daughter a year and one-hal...
Note: This story is the fifteenth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fourteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly...
Cynthia and I have had our share of problems. We got married young and we were deeply in love. We still are, but things seemed to have leveled out for us. Our kisses became more chaste and our lovemaking sparse and routine. After years of marriage, and hundreds of nights spent together I often felt like I was alone as we shared a bed. She was an amazing woma...
Tension ran high in the palace. Even within the safe confines of the harim there was a feeling something was amiss. The sultan was on campaign again and as usual Mohamar, the Grand Vizier, maintained peace and order in Azerbaidistan. But unlike other times the wiry, silent 'clerks' who normally stayed in the background were everywhere, their eyes taking in e...
Rick and I had been married for a little over four years. The first six months we spent catching up on all the sex we thought we’d missed out on while we were both single. Neither one of us was very experienced sexually before we started dating each other. Our lovemaking had become pretty much unexciting and routine. Sure, we’d tried a lot of various positio...
To my darling husband, I was clutching my jaw and drowning in the tears that streamed down my cheeks in to the crevices of my wrinkled smile. My hand was still poised in the aftermath of slapping you across the face. As your cheek reddened I love you more. My breath quickened as you pushed me backward over the edge of old couch. It was a couch that had foll...
All comments or criticisms welcome. It had been more than a week since I'd heard from Jess or Tom. I hoped it was because they were busy and not because our latest encounter had crossed a line. For my part, I stayed busy with my work doing the day, while I spent my nights stroking my dick and reliving having my butt fucked by them both. Late one afterno...
Being your own boss is great, no-one tells you what to do, everyone is deferential towards you and you basically get whatever you want, even to the point of hiring and firing people. On this occasion as I looked across the room at the beautiful, well stacked body of Georgina, I was remembering with particular pleasure the day I had decided to hire her as a s...
A smiling Irene greeted her guests as they arrived at the door to her home. Irene was a striking woman, with her silver mane, standing about 5'5" and about 130 pounds, she had the figure of a woman in her twenties, although Bill and Susan knew that she was in her late thirties. Her hair had turned white in her late twenties, making for a very striking appea...
Author's note: I have never felt any inclination whatsoever to finish another author's story or to rewrite what he or she has written...until now. I am not writing this story as an attempt to improve upon what the original author has written; I am writing this to provide readers with a different spin on an all-too-familiar plot, to have a little bit of fun,...