This is based on a TRUE story. * My wife and I had toyed with the idea of a threesome with another woman for years. Sometimes, it was just dirty talk while in bed. Other times, it went a bit further. For example, my wife went out drinking with her friends one time and returned home to tell me how she had almost convinced the waitress to join her. Several y...
"He" and "I" became "We". Our relationship had no effect on my job at the bank. There, my world was my desk. Alex' desk was the world. He did not even have an office at the bank, on the rare occasions when he was there, he used the boardroom as an office. His job was to be the front man for the bank, all over the world, so I rarely saw him at work. It was...
This account is as fictional as the characters, circumstances and actions. All characters are well over the age of 18. All females are married and have been "allowed to play" by their husbands who also benefit. ***** May 1987 A Friday Carl's home in the DC area. Mid-afternoon my phone rang. "Hi Carl, it's Katia here. I was thinking of going out to a les...
As the two dazed wives stumbled upstairs to Floor 4, twelve studs of various skin colors, races, and cock sizes donned black head-to-toe monk hoods and slipped quietly up the stairs behind them. Floor 4, unlike its predecessors, was shrouded in fog-like billowing mist. Brandi and Joan encountered many corners and intersecting passages and soon found themselv...
Samantha hitched up her skirt, squatted down by the side of the country road and waited. She was dying for a pee, but she was determined to wait until someone passed. Ideally it should be a cyclist; a car would pass so quickly the driver would only get a glimpse of what she was doing and if a pedestrian appeared she could not justify squatting in a pissing p...
We like to think that our lives are the sum of our choices. After all, we're modern individuals, aren't we, not primitives who believe in Fate, or medieval retards who trust a God to regulate their lives? We celebrate our free will, and the superiority of our rational intellect. So far, so good. Chapter One -- Irene. Evelyn Connors didn't consider hers...
Chapter 2: A strange story David re-married a gorgeous blonde. They made plans for a family of their own. He was forty-one. She was twenty-four. It's great to be rich. His lawyer called one day. "David, do you know a woman names Noelani Autin?" At first he could not recall. He was silent. "Are you there?" "Yes, why?" "You have been served with a paterni...
The playroom was abuzz. Furniture had been moved and banquet tables set up. White linens, fine china, and candles now transformed the large room into an elegant dinner setting, with a three-piece combo playing cool jazz, tuxedoed servers passing hors d'oeuvres on silver salvers, and bartenders mixing high-end cocktails. The partygoers added to the ambiance...
"Erica, I think the type of therapy you need is slightly more specialist than what I can offer you within the confines of this office." She saw him shift in his seat, the large bulge growing ever present in his khakis. Erica Jones had been seeing Dr. Cooper for a few months now, and while a knowing hard on would scare other patients away, this doctor was h...
Part III: A Wife Changes Beyond Imagining But all for the Best ********************* 3rd part of a multi-part story of how a wife, needing a job in tough economic times, transformed not just her body and life, but everything about her marriage. In part three Scott, the husband, recounts what he learned and the fun times get wilder. *******************...