Willa's second day was coming to an eventful end. Her luggage had been delivered by the Hotel. She had barely seen Nick all day long. Except to eat lunch and play with his daughter. For once clothed. He had thought ahead when dealing with his child so closely. Willa did note that he had a considerate nature when he dealt with Grace. Willa's own child care...
Having been up half the night drying and folding bed linen, Willa was trying hard to stay awake. Her curiosity was eating at her. What did Nick and Claire's dungeon look like? Was it even real? Was Jesse merely pulling her leg? Groaning at her mental frustration she carried a large basket of the linen back upstairs to put it away. She enjoyed the silence bu...
Synopsis: The card players grow tired of bridge and play a torrid hand of strip poker, which leads to Peter and Sarah's first swing. Part III -- Our Story Chapter Fourteen Our relationship with the O'Conner's -- and my relationship with Sarah -- was changed forever. Now, our bridge games almost always ended early, usually when one of us suggested a trip d...
My liaison with N-dasha (and Will's experience with his woman) raised our confidence levels immeasurably. It also seemed to raise our general horniness. Will continued to sleep with me when Na-hoyan was away. I must admit that (even though I keep using Will's male name here) I had begun to see "her" as a woman. Her femininity had blossomed as well as her a...
First of all, I want to excuse my poor English, I'm not a native English speaker. Thanks to Cambridge Caine and Katie Irwin who created the world of Mail Girls. And thanks to Pete_L who helped me with editing for publishing. If you haven't done it already, read their stories too, as my stories continue after theirs... ***** ***** ***** ***** Guillermo 'Bi...
It was an unwelcomed reminder of her exhaustion, Willa couldn't sleep. The Benson baby "Grace" had woken up from evidently a nightmare. Coddling her in a rocking chair beside the infants crib gave her time to think. Nick was down in his office re-writing his latest chapter of that day's events. As she rocked, there was a deep reality sinking in. Willa refle...
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 are used only for the literary purposes...
Nick Benson was off teaching at the Community College course he offered twice a week. The school would keep him away for at least four hours. Five in traffic. Barely eighteen year old son Jesse Benson waited at the end of the upstairs hall on looking the driveway until he saw his father's car leaving the front gates. Thrilled by his departure he quietly rac...
"Nick? I'm beyond amazed." Sat Willa Pryce in the passenger seat of his red Corvette convertible. He snaps a glance at her while eying the traffic ahead. "You enjoyed all of that attention in public, didn't you?" She holds her hair behind her ear, "Well, yes. Sara did. I meant the fact you managed all of those clothing bags to fit in such a tiny trunk."...
Greg scrambled to get everything just right. He set up the poker table his wife had recently bought for such an occasion as this. He made sure all the hors devours were cooking properly and he checked to see that all the drinks were chilled. Once that was all checked he hurried to Jaclyn's room to prepare her outfit for the evening. Jaclyn had been plannin...