Category: Loving Wives

It was the day after our 15th anniversary, and my wife Kathi had told me about a long-standing fantasy. The day before, to celebrate, we had gotten a fancy hotel room, and after dinner, we went to our room and spent hours feasting away, sucking, licking, and fucking wildly, Kathi was almost on fire with desire, fuck, she used me […]

On the morning of the test, I felt quite sanguine. I was ninety-nine-point-nine percent convinced that it had, indeed, all been a joke. All that was needed was a clear report from the lie detector test and I would welcome Flo home with a certainty that after the scare my reaction to their latest joke had given her, I would […]

It was a gorgeous spring day, April 25. My name is Bob Watson, I am a tax accountant, in Omaha, NE. Even though tax season was extended, due to the pandemic, most of my accounts filed last week. All of them owed a bit more and even though the date for filing was extended, interest payments would be due, for […]

It’s a bright Monday. I was up and dressed heading across the big pond to the USA. I was thinking how in hell can I spend all this money I have just inherited. No need to work anymore, trying to work out how much I could spend every year. The sums I was doing I could not believe. Good God, […]

It was time to make my move this Wednesday night. While Richard was making love to me as he called it. He had given me yet again another weak sex when he was making love to me. He had just shot all his spunk into one of his condoms. He rolls off me and removes his condom. Then he drops […]

My name is Robin Trasker and am a newly frocked full Colonel in the USAF. I have been a shit-hot fighter jockey in my career and having been promoted substantially before my contemporaries, I’m on my way to general officer rank. I took over as the exec of the 4th Tactical Fighter Wing six months ago, and in another ten […]

“Yvonne sweetheart, we need to talk.” I could see the fear in her beautiful, brown eyes that immediately started to tear up. She did not respond to my statement otherwise. I went on.

He and the rest of his foursome had hung around the clubhouse for a little while to see if it would let up but it became evident that it wasn’t going to. He was disappointed because he really enjoyed playing, and because it was his best source of exercise for the week.

“We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged.” Apéritif Justine breezed down as I was finishing my coffee, and struck a hand on hip pose in the doorway. “You like?” She was wearing a new blouse, a cross between pink and pale orange. “Lovely colour.”

Why we parents all yell at our kids during a soccer match is beyond me. None of them listen to any of us. I guess that it is just a coping mechanism so that we can pretend that these games where no one keeps score are entertaining.