[This story involves themes of voyeurism and exhibitionism; specifically it centers on the fantasy of a husband sharing his wife with another man. Be advised that there are explicit descriptions of sexual activity. If you are offended by such material, please do not read further. ALL characters depicted herein are over the age of eighteen. I hope you enjoy t...
Someone once claimed that I am insane. > "I've got you under my skin." (as made famous by Mr. Frank Sinatra) >> There are certain odd couples that one normally wants to avoid. Stormy waters and straight razors is one. >>> Who am I to judge? * * * The slim lines of the fifty feet sloop shot through the water like a torpedo and the wake painted a str...
Author's Notes: This is a cheating wife story. It could also qualify as a Romance story. The usual warnings apply: No one will get a hard on or the sweats reading my stuff. I state my own POV and all errors are mine. I try to answer all cogent feedback, good or bad, but lately, so much has been coming and time is short so forgive me if I miss you. Thank you...
Chapter 1: Urinal Gag This one is dedicated to M.S. It was during an email exchange that I sketched out the fantasy I'd had when I first came across the Urinal Gag online, and that gave me the impetus to write this out. That shows how valuable that feedback (especially emails and private messages) can be. It makes it feel worthwhile to know that these stori...
Alright, first of all, I wouldn't technically call her a "Porn Star." She was in a few adult films and had some background in the industry, but definitely not all over the place. That said, this was an experience not long ago, when I was traveling in L.A. with a few buddies. We were having drinks pretty late at night in a popular club, when my friend grabb...
As I lay on my bed, enveloped in the darkness of my tiny college bedroom, snow flurries gently tapped on my window. My computer's screen saver cast a palette of shifting colors on me. My hands trembled as I held my cell phone; a scrap of notebook paper rested on my unstable leg. Three days—I had allowed three days to pass since the laundry room encounter....
Self-confidence was the keystone. Patricia had more than her fair share of problems, he'd used up several pages of his notebook just listing them all, but her poor self-image was his over-riding concern. Crack that one and the rest would come tumbling down. Mostly, self-confidence is about empowerment. Persuade the client that they can take charge of, and...
It was a surprisingly cool August night. The crickets could be heard chirping loud and clear, singing out their last summer symphonies with bellowed determination—they would soon be silenced by the Fall. A gentle wind rocked the trees, clipping their leaves from their branches, settling again, in preparation for the arrival of some distant storm. On such a...
The drive from my parents' house to work was not what anyone would call a commute. In a town of 5,000, you're never more than five minutes from anywhere. Add the fact the the plant started production at 7:00 in the morning, and there weren't exactly traffic jams to deal with. With Dawn fresh in my mind, and having escaped the house without having to face my...
From this point on I will have to hand the story over to Jean, as who would be better regaling the tale than the slut who was there. Dave left me at the table so I could enjoy a night of sexual passion with the three guys. True to form, the second Dave left, I nodded at the guys and Harry, Ross and Mike were back over at my table, knowing full well they'd a...