My second day of freedom started a little more promisingly than the first, but only a little. I had enjoyed more sleep than the night before: the cold had woken me only once, forcing me to slide under the duvet and I had passed the night in relative calm. But as the alarm clock beeped alongside my head and I opened my eyes, the reality of the situation rushe...
Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. * It was a busy Saturday at the supermarket in our small Scandinavian town. Short of parking spaces at the supermarket as usual when my wife and I went there to shop. I did as usual; instead of driving around and searching, I stopped my Toyota Rav4 in a strategic place and when a space became empty, I usually...
It was fortuitous that Allen appeared on the scene almost immediately after Bill moved (permanently as it turned out) to Europe, and a coincidence that, as with Bill, he first met Betty at an otherwise innocuous social event. However, that’s where the similarities in circumstances ended. Allen, unlike Bill, was married. His wife was, as we learned later, awa...
The drive from Milan to Venice passed uncomfortably, stuck in the tiny back seat of the Fiat with the remainder of our luggage, watching Allison flirt with Lorenzo using the Italian she had learned during her junior year studying at the University of Milan. The drive did afford me lots of time to reflect on how my life had changed so quickly over the last fe...
"Ahmad, tonight, my dear husband, I am cuckolding you," Fatima Ali said, smiling wickedly at her husband, Saudi Government Minister and career diplomat Ahmad Ali, and then she winked at her Bull. The object of her desire was a handsome Somali stud named Bilal Osman, whom Fatima met while visiting the University of Ottawa. The tall, burly and dark-skinned Eas...
I was scheduled to work on Saturday. I rarely went in on weekends anymore. Owning my own business was a grind the first five or six years. Now I've been at it for 18 years and it runs pretty much on its own with my limited supervision. This month brought about a special contract, that while making my presence required, would reward me handsomely with a major...
My thanks to Randi. Literotica and my beta readers. Scott had hoped that he could take good news back to Gemma, his wife of 12 years. That wasn't to be. He also needed to tell his best friend, Tim. The Oncologist had been as gentle and as kind as he could be, but telling a patient that his cancer, previously thought cured, had now rapidly metastasised to m...
Adrienne Adrienne pulled into the driveway of the rent house, and got out of the car. She had only two more weeks of leave left, and she wasn't sure she'd be finished with the work on the house by the time she had get back into the daily grind. Still, taking the month off to finalize the divorce and get moved had been a good idea. She had been so busy with...
(This is Part Two of The Awakening, and I want to thank all who have read, voted, and sent me feedback on my writing. Like so many have said before, voting and feedback are the ways writers have of knowing that their stories have an impactÿso enjoy the story, and vote if you like it.) * * * * * Faith leaned against Lisa trying to look totally relaxed and...
This is the belated third part to a story; you should read the first two first to build the anticipation properly. That said, the story so far: Doreen, a lonely, plus-sized middle-aged widow, receives an invitation from something called The Zaftig Society for what appears to be a swingers' party. She attends and surprises herself by allowing a man to have se...