It was early afternoon and I'd just finished showering after doing the yard work. I threw on a pair of shorts, cracked open a cold one, sat on the couch and switched on a baseball game. My wife, Barb, had just returned from her run. Sweat soaked her top and I could make out the nipples of her cute A cups. After twenty years of marriage I still could not get...
Author's Note: This story is about wife sharing and includes bisexual male themes. If you don't like that sort of thing please don't read it. Otherwise, I love comments and feedback. ***** Is This Really Happening? A couple of days passed fairly uneventfully, though I could tell Jen was texting with Quinn quite a bit because she would get a text, read it,...
Does recovery bring a man full circle in spite of himself? The heater vent on the dash would melt the snowflakes almost as soon as they hit the windshield of my truck, almost being the operative word. With the fan on high and the heat dial all the way to the right I was getting about two thirds of them. The wiper kept up with the other third at least throug...
Why? I guess every man in history asks that question once in awhile in relation to their loved ones. You see I know my wife is cheating on me, she just doesn't know that I know.... I had a fairly normal upbringing two parents that loved me and an older sister who put up with me. My parents were a big believer in a quality education so I ended up at a privat...
Larry had found the spatial rift some months before and found himself spending more and more time in the world he found beyond it. For a man of his sexual appetites, it was a paradise. It was a simpler world, one in which technology didn't intrude, and one in which men and women occupied different spheres and roles and were happy with them. In this world, me...
(Please remember, the original was written in 1929, so bear with men wearing hats, making nickel phone calls, and ladies wearing silk stockings and step-ins and using typewriters instead of computers.) The woman Essie escorted in was a knockout. She was tall and pliantly slender, without angularity anywhere. Her body was erect and high-breasted, her legs lo...
PRELUDE I met Jerri my first year of graduate school. We were in the same major, although we had different areas on interest. I was attracted to her from the moment I first saw her. She had dark brunette hair, a good figure, a pretty face, and large lips that screamed to be kissed. For two years Jerri was in several of the "core" classes with me. I befrien...
Copyright 2008 by madengineer3 Sometimes reality can be stranger than fiction. My name is George; and Robin, my wife of eighteen years, and I have found that great pleasure can result from strange circumstances. Let me tell you about it. When we were both in our freshman year of college we met in our first semester freshman physics lecture. I noticed her r...
Kathy and I were always friends. We grew up together. She lived next door. She was the first girl that I had a crush on when I was in kindergarten. Back then before I allowed mass marketing, advertising, commercials, Playboy Magazine, and Miss America Contests to alter my definition of beauty, I saw her for the person she was kind, personable, and smart. If...
"I don't want you to go back to Nova Scotia," Steve Jean-Baptiste said to Jacqueline Collier, as the two of them lay in bed, after a night of steamy sex. Outside Steve's apartment, located in the Overbrook area of Vanier, Ontario, snow fell steadily. The curvy, chocolate-skinned young African-Canadian woman tenderly stroked her lover's handsome face and kiss...