Comments welcome; flames cheerfully ignored. ******************** "Click." It was the "click" that hurt the most. Not the "click" as the bedroom door closed behind my wife, Sally, and her lover, but the "click" of her locking the door after she closed it. I will never forget that sound. And I will never forget the other sounds I heard from outside the...
My wife and I over the years had developed a relationship between Domina and submissive sissy that was utterly grounded in love. Indeed, that was the only thing that had allowed us to go as deeply into the perverse and bizarre as we had. She had a marvelous ability to anticipate just what I would be able to stretch to reach. I trusted her absolutely and deli...
I came home from work, to find a most unusual sight: My wife, hair wet, obviously just out of the shower, dressed only in her dressing gown, which was sticking in all the right places. She knew how to turn me on, and, sauntering up to me, stroked my package gently through my trousers. In a few seconds she had them off, and she kneeled down, gripping my newl...
Note: This story is the tenth installment in a series entitled "Brenda and Bobby". If you have not read the previous nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommen...
The signs were ready and waiting by the front door. I'd taken the better part of the last couple of days on them because I wanted them to be perfect. Now the hard part. Up the stairs, into the master bedroom, rip off the bedclothes, wrestle the mattress off the queen sized bed and half carry, half slide it down the stairs, down the hall, through the front do...
The Game "It's just a game," I thought to myself, as I watched my wife having sex with her lover. For our 16th anniversary, Sally gave me the present I have wanted for years: she said she would "look into the possibility" of going to bed with another man, while I watched. To make a long story short, we found a great guy - witty, intelligent, good-looking a...
I am taking the time to write this to help other writers that find themselves drawn to interracial cuckoldry as a central theme. If you are like me, you find the theme of cuckoldry to be strongly erotic, especially when interwoven with black men and white wives. Why this combination in particular? Perhaps it is the vision of a thick black cock being nursed b...
My name is Jim. I'm an interracial addict. Just an ordinary white guy who happens to love watching a white woman have sex with a black man. To me it is the most beautiful sexual union between a man and a woman possible. I tried to resist this desire to watch interracial sex over the years because I felt it was an unnatural and unhealthy behavior. Over time I...
The next day was a carbon copy of the day before for the girls. Sex, sex and more sex, except it was only the girls turn and I was told that I should sit and watch them like they knew I wanted too anyway. They told me they might allow me to participate after a little while. I reminded them both that they didn't wait for me to say OK yesterday. But it was a u...
Please do not post on other web sites. I would love to get some feedback! * Here I am at home waiting for my wife to return. It's pretty strange sitting in our empty house with all these strange sensations running through my mind. All I can think about is for Holly to return and tell me all the juicy details. Okay maybe waiting at home isn't the strange pa...