LXXI Ivory Towers Mark & Molly 2075 There was much that was making Mark feel guilty. Here he was—a married man with a devoted wife with whom he'd lived for fourteen years and a delightful nine-year old daughter—now living every day of the week in Oxford: a two hour train journey from Islington. And this was all because his employer, Sig Mu Inc., Korea, need...
CHAPTER TWO It was early afternoon when the veterans returned home. It was still mid autumn, that 17th of Ámyrðria, on Freo-twā, or the second free-day of the middle of the month. The fields were still ripe with grain and the women and the children of Meryton and Jasper Valley were forsaking their day of rest to bring in more of the harvest. Many of the fie...
Usha's Story Chapter 2 - Cider Club Usha expanded on her earlier description of the honeymoon to her best friend Ruth Archer, but this time included what had transpired in the bedroom during the holiday. Ruth looked stunned. "Well, don't look at me so disapprovingly," Usha said to Ruth, "you have hardly been faithful." "I'm not judging you - it's jus...
Author's note: This is a story about a man who enjoys sharing his wife with other men, as told from the perspective of the "other man." If you find this situation offensive or distasteful, please don't read any further. This story may be read on its own, although it is also the third part of a trilogy. The first part is titled, His Wife's Boyfriend, and the...
I met my old friend Michael Albertson at a party. He asked me if I had published any of my stories on the web as I had told him the last time we met. When I said yes, he told me that if I wanted to write the story about him and his common-law wife Sarah and publish it on the net I was welcome to see him at his place an evening. I went there and here is his s...
Charles and Diana Richards finally fell asleep sometime after four o'clock from sheer physical exhaustion. They woke up the next morning around ten o'clock only because their stomachs were starting to growl. They smiled sleepily at each other and kissed tenderly for a moment. They groaned softly as they lifted their tired, messy bodies off the bed and heade...
I playfully wrestled on the bed with my wife, Monica, late one night. I had one of her hands pinned above her head while I stretched with my other arm to reach the lamp on our bedside table. Just as my fingertips had barely touched the light switch, she bit me on the shoulder, causing me to recoil. "Ow!" I yelped. "That hurt!" "Don't be such a baby," she t...
Tonight was the last time, for real this time. I had planned to stop being my lover's mistress. For one we were becoming emotionally attached---no surprise there as it seems to occur in almost every lengthy affair people have. Secondly, guilt has been eating me alive lately. I mean he's a married man. For 15 years now to be exact. I remember the day we met...
Tara Edward's hand trembled as she applied the mascara to her distinctive green eyes. She was ambivalent about this. For over two years, she had battled to remain faithful to those promises she had made to the man she loved deeply...even now. 'For better or worse, for rich or poorer, in sickness and health; forsaking all others till death do you part.' But...
This is a story requested by a reader who want my spin on his fantasy of becoming a cuckold. As I personally do not understand this choice or particularly the desire to engage in such a lifestyle, I really have no desire to write from this perspective. However, Oscar convinced me to give it a go. I counterpointed by having Oscar push back on several occasion...