Finally... A weekend alone with my wife. It's amazing that after more than 15 years of marriage we still have the hots for each other. Of course we have our ups and downs, but make-up sex is better than just a quickie while the kids are busy. As luck would have it, my parents wanted the kids for the weekend, so that left me and my wife to figure out what we...
Road Show 9 = Road Home 0 After a night of sex, first pulling a train followed by an out-of-control gang bang Michelle and Randy face the future . This is both a wind down of Road Show and a wind up for a new series Road Home. When Mickie opened her eyes the morning following her marathon session as a prostitute, her husband, Randy was in the other room o...
This chapter contains a long section in which Sandy is the narrator rather than Steven. It is set in Italics. When the text switches back to the regular font, Steven is acting as narrator. * It was a several days before Sandy returned from her latest trip to London. While she was gone, Lisa came by and made the final selection of the paintings for my open...
The excellent food, wine and pot had worked their magic. The music provided a pleasant background as everyone was lounged in the large sofas feeling relaxed and very satiated as they sipped the after dinner Porto. Once again, Meg had confected a gourmets' delight and the two couples were in a playful mood, listening to the intimate jazz that was softly filli...
This is a narration of some true events that happened in a conservative middle class Indian family intimately known to me. The horny chief of a textile mill, who is deserted by his wife, happens to see an extremely sexy married woman in a marriage function and falls for her openly in presence of her husband and parent-in-laws. Understanding his miseries and...
Holding my son, six years old by my left hand, and my daughter, three and a half by my right, I came to the main road from the city after the walk from the river. Here I could get a taxi to take us the rest of the way home. I met two people who I knew, going in the direction I had come from, wishing each other a good evening. Instead of a taxi, a station wa...
THIS IS ONLY A TEST "No kissing," he emphatically stated, as much as a drunk could emphatically state anything. "No kissing. Right." I repeated, ensuring him I understood his instructions. "No s— spanking," he slurred, a spray of spit fountained from his mouth, narrowly missing my face. Glancing about the well-stocked tool shed, I couldn't help but take...
Every manager has their first employee evaluation week. Mr. Critchett was no exception. Judging his employees by their performance gave him a queasy feeling. The job was very new to him and all he had to go off of was the notes from the previous manager. Clearly, it was incorrect to say they were comprehensive. They were vague, at best, and limited. During,...
I should not be sharing this story. I'm married, a mom, and most importantly, a Christian. But I wasn't always those things. Once upon a time, I was a recent divorcee who had just moved to a new town. I thought I was a Christian then, but didn't go to Church, so who was I kidding? But I'm Christian now and I shouldn't be thinking of the past, but I do. When...
Note: This is a story in the dominant wife & submissive husband genre also known as cuckold genre. If such scenarios bother you or do not interest you, I suggest that you read another story. Lynn and I are both in our fifties. This is the second marriage for both of us. Lynn keeps herself in good shape by working out regularly. She has short sassy brown ha...