This is a continuation of my wife, Judy, and her experimentation into becoming a shared wife. Quite awhile ago I wrote a story called "Hunting Club" and if you can find it here it will give you her first and second experience into being shared. Just a short description of the above story. She agreed to be shared with another man after repeated requests from...
Somehow the kitchen seemed dim. My coffee was stale. I stood and peered out the kitchen window at our driveway as it twisted past the private lake. Behind me, I heard the housekeeper refilling my cup, but my gaze remained on the lake. My mind dejectedly went to yesterday's events. It was a glorious day. Every day was. A whiff of revolution was in the air as...
Chapter 1 Leslie "Can I buy you a drink?" I heard from behind me. I turned on my stool to be eye to eye with some of the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen. "Sure, why not?" I replied. She sat down next to me at the bar. It was then that I noticed her long tanned legs stretching below a very short skirt. She grinned at me as I scanned her body...
All through dinner, I couldn't stop glancing her way. Maybe it was the dress, that tight-fitting gold dress that did not hide a single thing, only serving as a covering layer for everything just beneath its clinging fabric. She was sitting with her husband at a table, diagonal to where I was having a quiet dinner with my wife. Perhaps she was not aware of w...
(Author's note :- I never expected my Ambridge 'saga' to have mass audience appeal - it is a pretty specialised 'market'! But, readership of chapter 1 is teetering on the verge of a very respectable 1,000 - and, so far, it has attracted five 'straight 5' votes. The only disappointment has been a complete absence of e-mail feedback, and I really would welcome...
Karen peered out her bedroom window, wondering whose car had pulled into her driveway. She had been sleeping, but the headlights had waked her. Shaking her head, she realized the car was her husband's. She knelt over the bed, shaking the man awake. "Wake up, Mr. Taylor; my husband has come home early from his trip." She grabbed a robe, and headed out the b...
There's a lot of violence in this story that's not featured in the previous chapters. The vibration from the steel sword soaks into my arm as it cleaves through flesh and bone. The head of my opponent falls to his left as I slide to the right avoiding the eruption of blood from his neck. There's no time to rest as I heft my shield on my left and flex my...
Author's note This is a Loving wife story. Not slut/cuck, not BTB, and not Gay. I wish to apologize to my readers. My last posting was obviously just bait for the anons who seem to enjoy calling writers names. It is beyond my comprehension that people would intentionally try to hurt the feelings of someone who is providing them with a service for free. I f...
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It was the afternoon at the Hollyweather high school. Joana Simmons, a senior, stood in front of her history class. The blonde and somewhat chubby girl held up her notes in front of her huge chest. Her summer dress that her mother had helped her pick out, showed off a healthy amount of her cleavage. "And that is why Charles Jackson was such an important...