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“You seem pensive today," said Christopher. "No, no, I just can't keep from recalling the old days, and how he and I got on. How we never had to worry about paying the bills. I hope he's all right. Probably rich by now while you and I are just getting by," said Amanda. He gave her a you-should-appreciate-me-more stare "Why do you keep worrying over him? Because he was some hot shot...
Added 04 Sep 2014 | Category Cuckold
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I'm Robert Lundsford, age thirty-eight, husband, stock broker for Hilling's Investments, and as I now know; an unknowing cuckold. My wife of ten years is Amanda Lundsford; age thirty-six; works for Hammond Industries, wholesalers of kitchenware—she's a receptionist—oh, and a lover of men. Amanda is tall, at five-ten, and slender; I sometimes call her Willow. Me? Five four, also slender...
Added 02 Sep 2014 | Category Cuckold
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" . . . Last night you both kept dancing When the music ceased to play Is it all over, do you still love me Am I standing in your way . . ." (Merle Haggard) It is such a fucking cliché, what happened to me. I was a physical ruin as I left work; I'm a carpet installer. If you've never done it, you have no idea. At any rate I would soon be dropping in at...
Added 28 Aug 2014 | Category Wife Lovers
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"He's short, too damn old, damn near dickless, and very demanding when it comes to using my twat," said my wife of going on three years. "Then why did you marry the loser," said the friend seated to her left at our dinette table. There were five of them in all. I knew the visitors pretty well: they were often over for coffee or drinks or dinner or all three. Lori and Stacy were...
Added 25 Aug 2014 | Category Love Stories
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CHAPTER ONE (of two) I've not done much of anything in my fifty years; well, other than read books and work. That formula has worked for me till now but no more. I've finally decided to make a change. Oh me? My name is Bruce Turner more about me later. Working, I'd become a major success; Well, if a hundred million in liquid assets can be considered success. My job? I'm self-employed....
Added 24 Aug 2014 | Category Love Stories
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I leaned against the hallway wall and listened to them, and I "didn't" suck it up; I sobbed instead, just like a little boy. I was quiet about it, but I did sob. I could hear him donning his clothes. I headed for the dinette. A shot of brandy would be useful right then, now, this last few minutes of my marriage to Gillian Miller nee Crowley. I was actually on my second shot when I heard...
Added 21 Aug 2014 | Category Wife Lovers
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Gillian Crowley and I met at a wedding reception for a friend of hers, Margaret Tilly; that was twenty-three years ago; we were both twenty-five and single. At any rate, I was actually a distant cousin of Margaret's. I was just adding my congrats card, with a crisp new C-note in it, to the pile of other gifts and cards, when a very pretty and sweet smelling woman doing the same bumped into...
Added 20 Aug 2014 | Category Wife Lovers
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"Mom, we don't hate dad. We never did," said Jennifer. "That's right mom. Heck, we love him, I guess. But . . ." started Randy. "Kids, I know what you mean, and your dad, neglectful as he was, and stubbornly so, did things the best he could. He, well, he, he just thought that he needed to do more, well, to make a better living for us. He was always a workaholic. Still is I guess,"...
Added 16 Aug 2014 | Category Love Stories
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1998 I sat at the dinette table slowly rotating my cup of tea; a cup of tea I had not yet taken a sip from. Across from me, she watched me do it. Sixteen years of marriage down the shitter. "I'm sorry, Red. I—we—we—we . . ." "I get it. Don't say anything else. Please don't say anything else. I get it," I said. "I'd do anything to have spared you this, Red. Really," she said. I...
Added 15 Aug 2014 | Category Love Stories
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Leslie didn't actually look smug, but she wasn't real empathetic either. That she had decided to lay her cards on the table, however, had not entirely been expected by me. But there they were. "I'm sorry you found out this way, Mikey, but it is what it is. Roger does it for me. I love you still, it's just that I need a little more than, well, than you're able to give me," she said. "I...
Added 12 Aug 2014 | Category Cuckold
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