My wife Deb and I led fairly routine and busy lives. We had been married for 15 years and both worked full time demanding jobs in the city. We had intentionally chose our career paths over having a family. During a typical week it was average for us to work 70-80 hours with little time to ourselves. Deb was an international corporate attorney with a large l...
There was only one moving truck parked outside that brought relief to Stephen Sanders. The house next door was on the market for a long time and it finally was sold. Stephen contemplated buying it outright and keeping it for himself. A wealthy real estate mogul, he could name a price that any buyer would be afraid to pass up. Unfortunately for him, the house...
Hopefully this follow-up to, Jill Finally Gets What She Needed posted August 31, 2010 on Literotica.com is a tribute to its author gasman69, Dan and Jill. * Getting to see his wife flash other men or unable to resist sex with a better hung man seemed hopeless until Dan returned sooner than Jill expected from a business trip. Dan saw her peeking through the...
Chapter 24 Katie's Submission Phil Dorman sat on the couch in his living room, watching his favorite Saturday Morning Talk Show. The obese man was chewing on a cheese burrito, the hot sauce running all over his pudgy hands and dripping onto his stained shirt as he stared at the TV screen in front of him. The sound was muted. Dorman didn't really care too...
"YOU DIRTY SLUT," Andrew thought with a smile. Wendy, his wife, had called him at work and told him of her plan to seduce Donna, their new neighbor. As instructed, he had quietly entered his home through the back door, walked down the stairs, and looked around the corner into the family room. Andrew was rewarded with the lurid scene before him. Wendy was on...
My wife, Sandy, and I, my name is James, had lived at our house for three months now. We had made ourselves pretty comfortable in our new neighborhood and was getting to know the community. Next to our house was a new house being constructed. We had wondered who our new neighbors were going to be. Finally, the day came; the new house was finished and our new...
Jim yawned as he pointed the remote at the TV clicking it off and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, standing up and stretching. As he walked across his bedroom to turn out the light, he glanced out the window and noticed the new neighbor peering out from the window across the street, looking straight into his room. Jim looked at his wife, Kathy, who...
A free mind was a perennial fountain of inspiration for any writer and hence having a control freak for a wife had its own uses. Paradoxical? That was one of the weird combinations that life threw up from time to time. Jim had successfully written two novels which were selling well, not best-sellers his agent had gently reminded him. And for a 28 year-old-...
It was February 1976. Cindy and I were charging down I-75 escaping an Indianapolis winter for a week of warmth and distraction in Orlando. Two years earlier the government had chopped the speed limit from 70 MPH down to 55, the dreaded double nickel. We were working our Fuzzbuster and CB radio to avoid Smokey and shave as much time as we could off the trip....
The bright morning sun shone down on suburban Kansas City. The weather forecast had predicted extremely high temperatures for the next few days. Katherine Jackson, the beautiful married mother, looked out of the kitchen window with a dreamy expression in her hazel eyes. The hot wife wrestled with the images and emotions that filled her mind as she set the co...