The kitchen door swung to behind me. Through the glass panes, I could see them kissing. I saw her take his cock out of his jeans. It was huge in her hand. I recognised the look on her face: she looked like she looked when I presented her with her engagement ring. She caught my eye and winked...
He smiled and heard the slap of his hand on my angry wife's thigh. Sarah looked daggers as me.'I'll let you think about it'Helen said and stood up.'Jamie sweet - would you clear the table, while I get the sweet - it's my speciality. I call it Chocolate Sex!'She giggled:'You are going...
Shocked into silence I slumped back into my seat.'Good man. So, you are not going to complain about your wife serving me. You are not going to complain when I keep her in line. You are not going to complain about anything I ask her to do, or be angry with her when she obeys. You are not...
Helen smiled at her husband, as she took her hand from my lap.'Darling - would you help SJ in the kitchen? everything is keeping warm in the oven.'He rose smirking and followed my Sarah out of the room. Helen leaned towards me conspiratorially:'I think my husband has got quite a thing for...
I saw regret in my wife's eyes, but could say nothing. Then Sarah turned to go to her seat. The apron covered her front, but in her thong her bottom was quite bare. And it was blush red. Helen followed my gaze.'Sarah-Jane and I had a bit of falling out when you arrived. I had to remind her to...
Again - based sometimes loosely on truth. Feel free to PM me to ask me how, and to suggest any directions in which you would like to see the story develop.
The dining room was large and expensively furnished, but as there were only four of us, places were set at only one end of the table. He sat immediately on the far side, so I went to sit opposite him but Helen stopped me and took Sarah-Jane's arm.'I'll sit there Jamie. You sit next to me...
He patted the sofa beside him. I saw Sarah catch Helen's eys before she sat next to him. She smiled and smoothed her skirt over her knees as she perched on the edge of the sofa to his left. He laughed and patted her leg.'Well, isn't this nice. Jamie and me were talking about old time, weren't...
This is not absolutely true.......but absolutely all of it is based on truth.I don't know. Maybe I should have left as soon as he said it? Maybe Sarah and I should never have gone to dinner with them? Maybe we should never have moved back to our home town at all.He flipped open...
bulliesThe worst for me would be the guys who used to bully me at school. I left home and made a successful career, but to go back and have them steal my wife from me and taunt me about it would be the worst
Another storyI too have been looking for a story I read once - called something like Weekend of the Cuckold - involving an English bloke married to Italian wife who moves in her lover and her parents to help dominate him. Anyone got this one?
My wife only started cuckolding me to my knowledge six months ago. I hate it more when she fucks my our friends than strangers. I get turned on equally by both, but find the friends' teasing and chatting behing my back painful. My wife gets off on my humiliation more. Is this the same for...
Ex?She is your ex, right?Well - you have to stay in touch with her as she starts dating the next guy, then she can tell you what he does to her afterwards, and she can prevent you from dating any other girls. You could tell her that you still love her, but you know you are not good enough...