This is a continuation of my first story, "My Wife, Our Stories, Her Boss," which was imperfect in many ways, as is this. I'm really new to this and apologize for the amateurishness. I do think I have a couple of good ideas to investigate for those of you who enjoy this genre, and would welcome any feedback that would help me to make them better. Less helpf...
Guys are normally so predictable. Flirt with them, joke with them, be interested in "their" sport, and all of a sudden a girl can have them groveling at her feet. Give them a glimpse of leg and they will actually slobber. At least the majority of guys are that way. Occasionally there are the mutants. They are hooked to a specific girl and won't tell you...
What happened. Wet, stoned, naked, sore, and covered in the ooze of some thorough fucking. I am out-of-work poor and have been since the economy crashed in 2008. I worked as a welder in an assembly plant in Albuquerque and was one of the last to be laid off as the factory crashed. I did not weld for almost three months. But I drew a paycheck for a full fo...
Sometimes I want to bring it up but I think, or at least I hope I have learned my lesson. Me and my first wife, Amy, had been into the whole hot wife and cuckolding lifestyle. It was very exciting to be sure, hearing Amy's moans and screams as she got slammed from behind from some well-endowed black stud were a turn on. There would be those weekends she went...
OK, I know. The story was supposed to be over. To be honest I thought there would be no point in continuing with my memoirs. After all, I was only planning on having sex with two wonderful women for the rest of my life. There are only so many things you can write about, given those constraints. And you've already read the previous 12 chapters, so there would...
Gordie was an insurance broker. Well, he worked in an insurance firm, anyway. His job was basically to answer phones and take customer details. He was also a qualified assessor, and he got a decent salary. Good enough to pay for a decent sized apartment for his wife and himself to live in. Sue, his wife, was a great catch. Five years his junior, she was sm...
We had been married for eighteen months after knowing each other for three years. I was twenty eight and Debbie my wife twenty six. By most people’s standards around here we are quiet and sedate and some would say naïve and boring. They would be wrong – because we have a secret. It’s a secret that is shared with certain other neighbours though they don’t kno...
Here's something to think about: even little things can destroy your life. An example: If it hadn't been our 16th Wedding Anniversary, Marianne and I would have been eating dinner at one of our usual favorite places, instead of the fanciest restaurant in Cleveland. If it hadn't been such a fancy restaurant, I wouldn't have seen her face as she sat down--I wo...
Serendipity. That's how it all started. A random low probability confluence of events that forever changed my marriage and my life. Shama and I were on a vacation at a couples-only all-inclusive resort in Jamaica. Our son Abhi had reached four years of age, and was independent enough to be left alone with our friends back in Atlanta for a few days. Since Sh...
This story is dedicated to Stangstar06. I've been reading about these damned pony cars so long I got to mention on in one of my stories too...though maybe this one should be under 'nonconsensual' in his mind. I am the only editor of this piece of dreck, so any flaws are my own. I welcome all constructive criticism. The rest of you can drop dead. * "Hey M...