There we were. Just like every other Friday night since as far back as I can remember all we do is sit around watching TV. It's not like back when we were dating though. Were both a bit older, bigger, and have the kids to worry about, but this weekend it's just us. The kids are at sleepovers, and we're alone at seven on a Friday. "Let's go do something." I...
******************************************* This is a continuation of the Private Game. The series is meant to be a standalone story and not as a prequel or sequel to any of my other stories. This contains my usual themes of wife infidelity, cuckolding, and voyeurism. The series is meant to be a standalone story and not as a prequel or sequel to any of my o...
"I can barely remember most of last night," my beautiful wife confessed as she squinted against the light coming into our bedroom from the window, "Did I embarrass myself?" "I guess that depends on your definition of embarrassment," I said, giving Jolee a kiss on the forehead as she snuggled into my side. I knew she remembered everything and just was playin...
Like me, you are probably an avid reader of erotica, maybe it’s for stimulation, enjoyment or even sustaining the curious … whatever it is, like me, you may believe this all to be so improbable that it has to be fiction. Well, that has been my attitude until last weekend. Finally that improbable, unexpected and, I should add, unsolicited piece of erotica en...
Day 2 Waking up the next morning, I could still taste Amber's pussy on my tongue. The best way to start a new day is with the taste of pussy in your mouth. This time, it was not the one I was used to. I also noticed that the ladies were already gone. Had I dreamed the night before? If I had, it was one hell of a dream. Sitting up on the side of the bed, I...
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...
"Oh, c'mon honey. We can't see the screen with you standing there!" Janice gave myself and my two friends a petulant, sulky look and stomped off to the kitchen. "Oh well," I said to Frank, sitting next to me, "I guess we better not ask her to bring us a beer!" Frank and my other friend, Joey laughed as I got up from my seat to get the beers myself. "Tell...
If I said Maria was imaginative it would not be doing her creativity justice. She was a spanko. A complete pain slut of epic proportions who spent her day concocting new and novel ways of getting and dishing out corporal punishment. You may remember her from the news a few years back: she was the lady who petitioned our council to issue parking fines in sp...
Note: These events take place after "Katie's Pool Party" ***** It was a grey Sunday morning and Katie rolled over in bed looking out the window apprehensively at the sky. The annual city half-marathon was coming up in a few weeks and she really wanted to get a long training run in this weekend. She picked up her phone and checked the forecast and decided t...
It had been months since my wife had heard anything from her young lawyer Matt. He had sent a letter shortly after their second encounter. But no further communications from him. She wondered if he was only interested in her for the sex. I reassured her that he was intelligent enough to know the complete package when he saw it. It is true; my wife has a grea...