This is part 4 of a multi-chapter story. I suggest that you read the first three chapters before tackling this one. Mild cuckolding is part of this section so if this isn't your thing, I would peruse other stories. ***** Before I get started with the next part of this sexual journey, let me tie up some loose ends that readers have inquired about after rea...
This is the story about how, when I was trying to teach my wife how to make all my fantasies come true, by embracing her inner slut, she taught me how to please us both, by getting me to embrace fantasies that I never knew I had. I suppose that when I went looking for someone new in my life, after my second divorce, I could have chosen a girl who was already...
David and Karen didn't spend the night with us Saturday. They accepted an invitation from a friend to go to her beach house for the night. Karen never missed a chance for a little Bi action with another female! Even though it was only my wife and me, she still wouldn't let me sleep with her in our bed. She preferred to sleep alone than with a 'pencil dick wi...
When asked what about my wife I love the most about her my answer is always her flirtatious nature. It isn't that her other attributes aren't great. Hell she has a body that belongs on a centerfold and was even offered that chance but turned it down. She claims that the only reason she did the test shoot for them was because of my encouragement. I still have...
Hi, the name's Gough... Wank Gough! Not as in 'van go', which does sound a bit wanky come to think of it, but as in 'wank off'. I like to think it has resonances of wanking as an art form like how my name-sake Vinny's painting 'Starry night' immortalises my purple nozzled yoghurt spinner cumming like a fountain! What I'm trying to get across is the majest...
After a long week of work, it's late on a Friday as I pull into the garage of our suburban colonial house. The house is unusually dark, but I just then remembered that my wife told me that the kids are sleeping over at my parents house for the night. I walk in through the garage to silence, which as a parent of two children, is golden. I call out to my wife...
My wife is originally from India. When I married her, she was in her early twenties and her family had just immigrated to the US. Having been raised in a conservative background, she was always very shy about her body. I was always looking for ways to make her less inhibited. I wanted her to wear more revealing clothes, and to show off more of her body. I al...
The day had arrived. My wife's FWB was in town for business and I insisted that we meet up to 'sort things out', not that I minded their purely sexual arrangements after many nights of endless sexual pleasure from my wife while recalling her sexcapades with him. He was again checking into the St. Regis, still the poshest hotel in Singapore at the time, a...
My wife and I have been married for over seventeen years. The circumstances under which we live evolved over the first six years of our marriage to a point that makes me so comfortable in my role as the feminine half of our relationship I will forever be grateful I found the woman I did who allows me to fulfill myself as the pretty girl I am. Growing up as...
Note: this is essentially a cheating wife and cuckold story. However since the husband is complicit in his wife's infidelity, it is arguable that he is not a true cuckold. If this subject is not your thing, then please pass the story by and look elsewhere. ***** I'm not sure what alerted me to his presence first. It might have been a kicked stone on the be...