"Cherry" It was a summer we would never forget. It was a time when love is truly blind and the heat turned up tremendously. That heartfelt camp with an ice cream parlor and diner in the center of it all was magical to me. My friends and I will never forget this place. It all started on Memorial Weekend, two weeks after our junior year in University of Flor...
After my beautiful girlfriend was groped by the owner and some executives in the company for which she worked at a drunken Christmas party, we had a great weekend. It was surprising as hell, but we did. I learned some new things about both of us. I was simultaneously jealous and aroused by my girlfriend, Donna, allowing strangers to feel her up in public. T...
(Author's note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, and/or things is coincidental.) Chapter 4 "I forgot to tell you. Natalie came over yesterday and we went riding," Gwen casually mentioned as her husband stirred his morning coffee. "She did?" Tim asked in mild surprise. Gwen and her sister-in-law had, at best, a cordial re...
Living in a small town certainly has some great advantages ... and also a few disadvantages. One of those disadvantages is gossip control, or, the lack there of. Having a really tight bond within your circle of close friends is about the only way gossip can be controlled ... well, to some degree, anyway. Our little town, Websterville, had four girls, all se...
It was break time and Emily looked towards the view of downtown Chicago. She never got tired of it, even after five years on the job. Room service was something she enjoyed. She got to make people happy, meet new and fascinating people on a regular basis, and her work environment was 5 stars. Her daily meditative moment was disrupted when she heard a distin...
My wife Kaylor and I love to travel. That's our primary source of entertainment, year-round. Whether it's a weekend trip just 2 hours away or a weeklong all-inclusive at an island resort, we love it. We're usually going somewhere once a month, sometimes more often, depending on location and travel time. Our sex lives have increased exponentially along with t...
I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hands through my hair, frustrated. I loved being here with Derek. It felt right in so many ways. I could even see myself in his house in Boston; he'd shown me pictures of it. A white colonial, New England issue, with big, airy rooms and the funky decorating style of Brenda, an art buff. His wife had gone back to work a...
Idly, I thought of comparisons between my ghost-girl and our former babysitter, Sophie. They were remarkably similar in size and shape. Both were small-breasted and slender; both pale; both black-haired; both smart; both lusty and sexy; and they were both the sluttiest creatures I've yet seen on this earth. Smiling kindly, but teasing my lover too, I said,...
Jonathan stood with a foot on the bar rail sipping at his drink. This was his first visit to the Canadian Capital, and he was dreading it already! That very morning it was forty Degrees Celsius when he boarded his flight, yet upon landing here it was cold, windy, raining and thirteen. He also found all the French they spoke most confusing, lastly to top it...
This story was somewhat inspired by a video I watched recently where a wife hooked up with a guy at a bar and videoed the action for her cuckold husband. I'm not sure that Loving Wives was the right group for this- there are some twists in my story that hopefully are original and interesting. ***** Lynn Eason sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee....