Chapter Three: While Tammy was heading upstairs to lay out her clothes, Mike started thinking. Hell I hate my job. I hate this house. I hate my relatives, especially my calculating brother. I hate this city, it's bad weather, high crime, and it's lousy baseball team. Shit this city doesn't even have an NBA team. Cleveland, now there's a shit hole, but they...
I'm dropping this story earlier than planned because I read the request from blackrandi 1958, and I can't refuse her. Only for you, Randi ... I got played. By the last person I ever would have suspected in the world. By the love of my life, my wife of 23 years. And, of course, her lover for the past four years ... let's not forget him. This was j...
The night had started well enough, a quick shower and a light dinner, a little TV, but then the phone rang. It was Ed, wanting to go out and run a couple bars. At the time it seemed like a great idea but the future held several unexpected twists and turns. Fate was going to grab on with a tenacious grip and not turn loose until things were changed completely...
"I'm fat!" exclaimed Audrey. "Yes, but there's a perfectly rational explanation for that." I said calmly. "I don't care. I feel FAT!" she said again. I turned to face her and tried to give her a reassuring hug but her 39½ week belly was getting in the way of me trying to comfort my wife. I ended up walking behind her and putting my arms reassuringly aroun...
(If you have not read The Initiation-Chapter 1, you may want to do so before you begin this chapter.) The rest of the evening was one big orgy, highlighted when the three women and three men got into one big pile. Donna and Susan had a two-headed 12" dildo between their legs, giving each of them countless orgasms. At the same time, both of them were feastin...
Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? / To bear too tender or too firm a heart, / To act a lover's or a Roman's part? (Alexander Pope. "Elegy to the Memory of an unfortunate Lady") Professor Julian Harcourt stood for a moment at the door glancing round at the pleasant garden that was alive with colourful summer flowers. He was a handsome and disting...
A rusted swing creaking lazily in the evening breeze. Soft trimmed grass. The basketball hoop without a net standing sentinel. The old shaky slide reflecting the glow of the setting sun. All ringed by a rusted metal fence. The setting sun shadows the playground as time shades the memories. I snapped a photo and messaged it to her. I'm not sure of her number...
Donna settled happily into the role of a shared wife, taking on a number of lovers. We sometimes had three ways, and maybe one weekend a month she'd go on a date with one, bringing me home her well used pussy. We'd also go to house parties, which were always a good time. But it wasn't all fun at parties, or taking on college guys while we were travelling, wh...
Hi, my name is Dorothy and I am a true 'Soccer Mom.' This is the ninth installment recording my sexual journey. I live in suburbia as a stay-at-home mom and my 6 year-old son is really in a soccer league. My 3 year-old daughter will surely play, too when she gets older. A few months ago, I had an amazing sexual experience at a swingers club with my husband F...
This is a 100% true story. We’re not mentioning our names and the name of the club to protect confidentiality, but everything else is just as it happened. My wife and I have been going through some tough times lately, and we thought, (ok, I thought,) that it might be fun to liven up our marriage by going to a so-called “swing club”. It took a little while...