Chapter 1 In retrospect, bumper to bumper traffic on my way to work was the first sign that today was going to be a terrible day. For some reason or another, the state had a repair crew out there again, even though they were supposed to have finished months ago. I swear, sometimes it felt less like a road, and more like a construction site. Unfortunately, i...
This is a work of fiction and a fantasy of ours. If stories containing same-sex scenes are a turn-off, please read no further. Your feedback is important to us. Please vote if you like and comments are always welcome. * The following weekend my wife and I packed our overnight things and drove to Mike's two bedroom apartment. We did not need to meet at the...
The Perils of Greggie-Poo #4 "In the Drivers Seat" When I last left off we were on a surprise trip to Vegas,(my wife, her lover and me). As we pulled up to the terminal and the driver got out to take our bags to the porter Mishi got out and told me to ask the driver if he would like "anything" in addition to his tip as we had around 45 minutes before we ha...
After I shared my wife for the first time with other men, we embarked on a long and strange journey together. We became obsessed with the extreme sexual excitement that these experiences created. Our journey was one of self-discovery that was both liberating and disturbing. Before I explain what happened later, let me first briefly recount how it all start...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
A little background: My husband and I have been married for 11 years, together for 17. He has a foot fetish that wasn't as involved in the early years as it seems to have been in more recent years, in that he now focuses solely on my feet (pun intended) and not on the rest of my body, particularly the satisfaction of my pussy needing to be filled with a hard...
A true story, by Tommy Blue-genes. There have been so many airports this year. First Phoenix, then London, then Glasgow—and finally, Boston. Travel like I'm running away from something, or like I'm finally free. Or maybe it's the same thing. Tonight is a bad night though, and the voices in my head won't shut up. I can't sleep, so instead, I'll sit here a...
This is my second "Kiersten" story. There will be more, until her story is told. This is an older Kiersten: think late 30s, and it was originally written as a story for the "Imma Bad Bitch" group of stories by women writers. That isn't going to happen. Some may post stories, individually. My apologies for building anticipation. I am grateful to my team. Har...
It was shortly after 6pm. The temperature was 92 ℉. It had been hot as hell all afternoon with no apparent relief in sight. On top of that, the relative humidity was at 90%. Combining the heat and humidity of this July evening, most found the simple act of breathing arduous. Furthermore, a harsh glare from the sun cut through the palpably thick air to bring...
...Their first night in this grand five star hotel, had really brought back that sexy honeymoon feel for both of them. Robert was still buzzing in the morning and Donna was positively glowing with fresh creamy wholesome goodness, as she sat on the bed, wearing Robert's pyjama top and nothing else. "Oh Robert, this is wonderful...I don't want to get dressed...