This is part of an ongoing story that involves interracial cuckoldry, non consensual sex, and other underlying themes that are not meant for every reader. If you don't enjoy white wives taking Black lovers you won't like this story, and I don't suggest reading further. However, if this theme turns you on, read on friend. The following are selected readings...
I am married to a slut. I made her that way. She is 34, redhead, 44d chest, nice plump rear end, and a cute face. She started out resisting my ideas about her fucking other men but over the last 4 years she has done a complete 360. This past Saturday found us in Nashville at a local swingers club. Anita was dressed like the slut she is in a very short skir...
Chapter 7 of a new series Note: This story is entirely fictional written for readers' enjoyment, and bears no resemblance to any people living or dead. * It's early Thursday morning on the cruise with a difference, and the Adonis II was just weighing anchor in the waters just off the old town of Dubrovnik, as all the cruise liners do there. Soon the smal...
This is a nice big comfortable car thought Sabrina, as her head bobbed up and down on the big thick black cock she was gobbling. She could feel the cockhead throbbing at the back of her throat each time her red painted lips slid down its length, and she knew that this stranger who had bought her drinks all night and given her a lift home from the club was re...
(This is a partially true story. A club does exist, maybe in your hometown too. You should read Peggy's Story first.) Peggy had told me how she had been forced to be a slut for the big shots in town who belonged to a secret club. They got young couples to enjoy the good life, and at the same time made sure that they got deep into debt. Then, they would thre...
Thanks to 'ausfet', 'anonymous' and all you other guys for your positive feedback; it's the first time I've done anything like this so constructive criticism is good for my morale. Please keep it coming. As I said in my introduction to Rashoman 1 the story is as much to do about how situations are seen from the view points of the participants – this will bec...
My name is Tom Rogers and I am 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. My marriage to Peggy is a good one. She is a wonderful wife, with only one fault – an obsessive desire to gossip with several other wives about the pe...
Saturday morning Jeff woke up to what felt like the worst hangover he'd ever had. He didn't remember what all happened the night before, all he could remember was going to the strip club watching strippers and cumming in some stripper's hand. He couldn't even remember what she looked like or anything else about the night. Why does my head hurt so bad? He won...
After the realisation of what she'd done, Sarah and I spent most of the rest of the day discussing what had happened. It had all started when she went out with her friend, Dawn. They'd gone for drinks, as I knew, to a local bar. After a couple of hours they decided to go on to a night club, for a little dancing, round their handbags no doubt! Un-beknown to...
Diane Marie wrote a story titled Peaches and while I found it very interesting, some of the ideas just did not mesh; more to the point I thought it was a bit too top heavy on the feminine perspective. However it had a very open ending. Here is my take on what happened after she met David's eyes. (To get the whole story, read Peaches by Diane Marie) As she...