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--jewel_thief

Five minutes to seven. K shivered helplessly as a single drop of sweat slid between her shoulder blades and down her back. She hated the tickling trickle and would swipe it away if she had a spare hand to use but she didn't. O...

"Why the fuck do they let retired people run loose during lunch hours?" John Houston wondered to himself as he fidgeted behind a blue-haired lady at his favorite florist while the woman debated with herself whether to purchase yellow roses or daisies for somebody's gift.

John had already ordered an...

"I'll let you fuck me, if you want" I blurted to my wife, as she entered our bedroom and started to undress for bed.

It was my birthday, and we always had sex on my birthday. And, it was ALWAYS very good!

She pulled her top over her head and unhooked her bra, releasing her pert 34B cup breasts the...

Sometimes the jokes just aren't funny.

Another in the "Honey we have to..." series. Once again, these are vignettes, snippets if you will, without much character development and no clear conclusion. Imagine your own conclusion if you need an ending.

Dialogue in square brackets are words spoken as ...

Quick Takes 1-B -- Triathlon

Author Note: this is a dark, painful, and nearly accurate presentation of mostly real-life events, instead of the fantasized version titled, "Wives Flash During Triathlon." There's no happy resolution in this version of the story. But it is reality, the reality that tai...

It was a beautiful June morning the The Twin Cities, bright sunshine, highs in the low 70's and bright blue skies! It reflected my overall mood for several weeks because I was in line for a big promotion, and a transfer down to our corporate offices in Plano. Texas, a dream of mine ever since I join...

They stood in silence, facing each other and examining their own manicures.

"I didn't cheat..." his wife whispered. "I didn't want this. He just..."

There was no answer.

"Please, don't be silent." The girl sniffled. "Say something. Yell at me, at least. I stayed faithful to you. I didn't want any...

This is another ending to George Anderson's "February Sucks". I call this the nuclear option, because Jim was going to get even with everyone involved. This begins when Jim first figured out Linda had left Morrison's with the football player Marc LaValliere. It starts right after Dee told Jim, "But ...

Britany carefully inspected her reflection in the mirror. The image caused her to blush with shame. Her obviously swollen nipples were definitely protruding as well as being somewhat visible through the two layers of thin, clingy fabric of her blouse. Although her blouse had breast pockets, the doub...

I felt tense all day waiting for the evening to happen. I worried I'd made a terrible decision, but somehow it felt right, like this was the best way forward now, the only way to fix everything.

Time moved slowly, but eventually the evening arrived. We got ourselves together. Ann was in the shower ...

Birdman of Greenville PART 3

The Wind Beneath His Wings

Part 3 of 4

PREAMBLE RAMBLE: This has become my longest story by far. The novel I've been trying to write isn't even this long. As I stated at the beginning. I'm writing this for me, even though I still worry how it will be received. I have ...

Again, please be warned this is a cuckold story. If you don't like that, please do not read this.

I thank all of you for your kind comments. I felt encouraged to write the next two chapters.

CHAPTER 2

The next morning, Jon awoke up from a deep sleep. He always slept well after a good cum. He imme...

The first time with Tom was gentle. He met us downtown for brunch after connecting on Adult Friend Finder, and he there presented her with a gift at a local bar: a black bra and thong with knee high stockings. We chatted for a while and once she indicated she was comfortable with him, we told him ou...

Well, well, well, look who's putting his money where his mouth is! If my handle looks familiar, it's because you've seen me as a somewhat frequent and usually critical commenter here in the land of wayward wives. I'm the guy who points out that controversy does not a good story make, and that nonsen...

Hi, I am John, and the following story is loosely based on the sexcapades of my wife Laura.

Laura and I are in our mid-30s and have been married just about 10 years. We met in college and got married a few years later. When we met, Laura had only dated a couple of guys and was extremely naive about...

"Oh no you don't," growled Sam, leaning forward and locking in. "You think you can get away from me that easily? You're mine, Monica."

Monica giggled, rapidly mashing buttons on the controller as her floppy-limbed character fired its jetpack in a desperate attempt to escape Sam while he still held ...

The wake was over. Lily stood by the door hugging people she'd never met before today and would probably never meet again. She thanked them for coming, for the flowers, for their condolences. It was a ritual she participated in numbly, just as she had gone through the rest of the sad, tiring day. On...

Please note, I am not a medical expert; I have researched the terms used and hopefully have provided plausible terms.

I choose not to be too descriptive with the appearance of my characters, other than that which is pertinent to the story. When I am reading, I prefer to relate the characters to peo...

This happened to me while I lived in Utah several years ago.

My employer had asked me to manage a branch of the company that was failing in Salt Lake City. The promotion and the money convinced me to take the opportunity.

I was single at the time, but I decided to buy a house in a slightly higher-...

There we were, me still in the chair, her on the bed. My mind was spinning.

She looked over. "That was intense."

"Yeah," I said. It came out almost deflated.

Her expression shifted. "Are you okay? I know it was a lot. But... how are you feeling?"

"I don't know." Honest. Perhaps a little cold.

"...

Hibiscus

Sorry if this seems fragmented. It's drawn from a few different notebooks, pieces of a puzzle I'm trying to put together while Akemi is gone- which I realize won't help my understanding of her disappearance. Anyway, it's something to distract me, something to do during time when we would o...

In preparation for our getting together with Nicole and Dave at their home,  Karen exchanged several email messages. Nicole said we did not have to bring anything, but she asked Karen to wear some nice lingerie and a robe. Not a dress, she emphasized. Karen already had a number of sexy bra and panty...

God.

I'm just... lying here on this lounge chair. The air is cool against my skin but I feel like I'm burning up. My phone is in my hand, screen dark, but those videos are sent. Gone. Into the ether. Straight to Ron.

I can hear the guys laughing nearby, finishing their drinks, probably already tal...

The bell hung under the eaves, to the right of the kitchen door. Bernard's father had salvaged it from a school that had shut down. A crack ran along the rim, and when you pulled the chain it gave off a sound more like a saucepan than a church bell. Odile had rung it at noon for twenty-one harvests....

A couple of weeks after I had played with and fucked old Ruby's lovely tits, my sexless wife, Emma, shocked me again. "Steve, you made a significant impression on mother. She really enjoyed you playing, sucking and fucking her tits. So much so, she asked me if she could fuck your big, thick cock. An...

"Alright, Steve. Let's make a deal."

Jess's words lingered in an office reeking of sex, smoke, sweat and whiskey. Even as she felt Steve's cum going cold in her panties, she gripped Chris's hand and faced down her would-be conqueror.

The morning had been a whirlwind. The dream. Chris, late to work...

"But why is your wife flirting with other men, Steven?

"You call that flirting?" I asked, shocked how carelessly his mother-in-law downplayed the continuous cheating of his wife. It wasn't even some casual kissing in a bar, no. The only kissing his wife did was kissing on the heads of those spent c...

John and Mary Mumford had been married for thirty-two years, raised three children who were in college, were a pillar in the community, and were well respected in their church. John took every opportunity to brag about his wife because she was the epitome of a loving, God-fearing wife.

Mary woke up...

This is inspired by Ohio's 'talk before the talk'. That was written a while ago. I reached out to him to ask if he minded if I use his premise. he has replied. Thanks, mate, hope you like this. There is nothing new here in British English.



This is just fiction, not everything that is told in this...

Prologue

"Hello, Connor."

"Hey, Arthur. How've you been?"

Arthur was another exhibitor at the Southwest Train and Track show, an older British gentleman who worked for one of our major competitors. We had a mostly-friendly rivalry that went back several years.

"Good, good. Yourself?"

"Real well...