This series is a non-sequential addendum to the "Sharing My Wife Amanda" storyline. This particular story is dedicated to TR, as well as to all the readers and chatroom denizens of Literotica who have taken an interest in my wife. ****************************************************************************** I quickly scanned the many tables of the crowd...
A famous psychologist of a later age would declare that there are no accidents. But is it true? Surely on that June evening in 1886, when Miss Julia Bannister's bedroom door was left slightly open as she dressed for dinner, surely that was just an accident. And it was surely an accident that her cousin by marriage, Lewis Wellman, happened to walk down the h...
The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. A...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Now that Linda's secret gangbang sex with his three friends is out in the open and a topic for their pillow talk discussions, Walter feels more comfortable dressing up as Wendy. With his wife gone shopping with her sister and mother and with Linda staying overnight at her sister's house, the next town over, this...
Paula Carlin was sitting in her car, tears streaming down her face. Everything in her life seemed to be falling apart. Her marriage was failing, her daughter was drifting away from her, that didn't help matters when she had slapped Spencer. All the dreams she had imagined for her future were slowly burning as her world was crashing. Tap Tap Tap Paula was b...
Note to readers; this is set in England and uses British English. Apologies to non-British readers (if any). * Jesus Green open air pool is always a popular place in summer here. A few years ago young women started going topless, then nude, and men followed their example. Then various indiscreet activities began to take place round the pool. The Council wi...
I am at the gym, training a female client. She lies on a bench, curling weights. I look at her body as she exercises but my gaze is purely a professional one. There is only one woman for me...you. I look at her breasts and wish that I was looking at yours. Yours are bigger, fuller, softer. I suddenly need to get home to you. She finishes her program and hea...
My name is Catherine Aisha Cailloux, and I'm a young Frenchwoman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the Camargue region of France, to a French father and Lebanese-Canadian mother. My mother, Elisabeth Abdul-Hamid, often spoke of her life in the Confederation of Canada, where her family moved during the Lebanese Civil War. She ca...
Her skirt tail flipped and danced in the wind, revealing the soft lines of her outer thighs. Black thigh high stockings contrasted against her subtle cream colored flesh. Her short skimpy dress clung to her as if it had become a part of her, a silky light blue layer of skin against skin. She slid a hand through thick black hair, letting her fingers linger a...
He sat in his favorite chair looking out across the place that he called home. For some reason, he couldn't escape the melancholy mood that was part of his nightly routine. Even tonight with no one else at home and time to think, his thoughts wandered to one place and one place only. It had been beautiful out that day. The air was cool, the sun was setting...