Donna Quinn was late for school that Monday morning. She skidded the massive Harley-Davidson to a stop just inside the school's parking lot. She jumped off the bike, kicked down the stand, locked it, and made her way into the corridor where students were hurrying into classrooms. Morning sunlight filtered into the hallway leading to the offices. Passing mo...
My wife and I met in college, during the drunken party days of fraternity-sorority life. We are now in our late twenties, and we have been married for three blissful years. We have no children, as we live rather casually and are sort of putting it off. Even though we had a rather crazy and promiscuous lifestyle in college, at the time we had no idea that our...
My wife Jill and I moved from North Carolina to New York City after I got a promotion with the investment group I worked with. We hated to leave our home state but it was a good opportunity and since we were in our late 20's and didn't want to start a family for a few more years we thought it would be fun to live in the city for a couple years and hopefully...
In the car, all was quiet. No one spoke. The chauffeur watched the road., both his hands on the wheel. Hedda Branchbaum, wife of Right wing broadcaster Swift Branchbaum for five months now, sat in the back seat of Branchbaum's Bentley Mulsanne. She was quiet, her back stiff, her stance upright, her eyes focused on the shaved neck of Moses Williams, the cha...
My wife, Heather, is the epitome of a trophy wife. We both know that. And both of us are fully comfortable with that. We have discussed this quite a bit over our time together. Yesterday things went further. Maybe too far. Maybe I crossed the line. I think it's accurate to say that Heather is now considered my Trophy Slut Wife by those involved. Maybe I pus...
It was the Sunday of the NFL Championship games and I had given fair warning to my lovely wife that I would be commandeering the wide screen TV and the couch and would pretty much be worthless all day. We've been married long enough so that she took it well, giving me one of those eye rolling smiles and resigning herself to watching some love story marathon...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Signore Calcio for his story suggestion and editing to make this a better story. John Kettering was disappointed and puzzled. Maybe most of all, he was frustrated. Being the head fo...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] [Warning: this story contains cuckolding, male humiliation, suicide, sex, violence, golden showers, parody, and any other plot device I could think of. It is the ultimate dark vision and is intended as such. All events are presented with the subtlety of a ball peen hammer....
Mary had had enough, Jay and Dan watched football together on Monday night, Thursday night, and twice on Sunday. She was tired of being ignored. She had tried watching with them but neither one took the time to explain anything and it was all so complicated. For two years now, she had put up with it from her husband and his brother. Now she was going to do...
Note: My wife and I traveled south for the holidays to attend a football bowl game. We arrived the day before New Year's Eve, and attended the game on New Year's Day. We had excellent seats around the 35 yard line and got there about two hours before game time to enjoy the sights and sound of a bowl game. About one hour before kickoff, six folks dressed in t...