The doorbell’s chime sliced through the quiet house, a sudden, innocent sound that sent a jolt of pure lightning straight to Lenora’s cunt. Her hand, which had been idly tracing the neckline of her blouse, stilled. Two weeks. Two weeks of trying to forget the heavy, musky scent of a stranger in the dark, the rough feel of a calloused hand over her mouth, the terrifying, thrilling stretch of a cock so much bigger than Ed’s...

The popcorn smelled like fake butter and regret. Lenora slumped in the stiff theater seat, nursing the last dregs of her wine buzz and the fresh irritation of being right. On screen, some CGI robot punched another CGI robot. Crunch. Slam. Twenty minutes in, and from her left came the familiar, soft puff-puff-puff of Ed’s snoring. Unbelievable. She’d told him. She’d fucking told him this would happen. Another midnight movi...

I was intrigued but slightly embarrassed when my husband Ed told me he was writing stories about us. This is the first story I was able to read, and we decided to see what I thought and write my version of it. I love my husband and always have, and I know he loves me. When we were dating, we had our share of problems, like anyone else. We met in 1984 and dated until 1986, when we broke up. We got back together and eventua...

Summer 1986 Lenora and I had been dating for over two years. It was a long-distance relationship, but it worked for both of us because of our careers. We were young; I was 27, and she was 24. Lenora was a nurse, and I worked on Wall Street. At the time, she had highlighted light brown, almost blonde hair and was petite, five foot 2 inches tall and thin. She had 34 B cups with long nipples and a round ass that showed nicel...

I grew up in an Italian neighborhood in Brooklyn. In the 1980s, when I was in my early twenties, most of the young guys in the area had social clubs. We paid the landlord's rent to keep the place. It was a place for us to hang out, drink, and have parties. It was also somewhere to hang out, play cards, and watch TV on weekend afternoons or whenever we wanted. Most of my friends and I were there every night. On Friday and...

It was a family affair when my wife and I shopped for a new car. This would happen every three years or so, based on the lease we had. We were just getting along financially and needed to make the best and most affordable deal possible, despite the uncomfortable and uneasy experience that car buying or leasing usually is, or was, we just had to do it. Our children were nine and six years old at this time. We took the kids...

My experiences with cuckolding, believe it or not, were not planned. At least my part wasn’t, initially. My wife Lenora and I had a good marriage, had good kids and what most people would call a normal life.  Then unexpectedly, as guests at my wife’s friend’s daughter’s wedding (“The Wedding Surprise”), both I and my wife, Lenora, were introduced to the world of cuckolding (or drunk wife = forced cheating with BBC = cucko...

A few years ago, in the late summer just when the kids went off to college we had some more time in our schedules, my wife Nora and I joined a local gym. She was already in better shape than me but when she put her mind to something, she was relentless. I, on the other hand, wanted to get in better shape as my life had become pretty sedentary. I worked long hours and commuted into the city and had little time. I started t...

A story from the past… When we were first married, Nora was a nurse at a local doctor’s office. But when we started having children, things changed. She decided to be a stay at home mom. About ten years ago when our kids were all out of the house and off to college for a year, Nora decided to go back to work. She had been out of the workforce for over twenty years but it was more about her having a lot of free time with t...

It was late August 2004, when my wife’s brother Albert, got engaged. Albert, who I’ve known since he was thirteen, is a great guy. Their engagement party was an afternoon affair starting at 5:00 pm and held at a local Holiday Inn. At the time, my wife Nora and I had been married for seventeen years. We had two children aged sixteen and thirteen, and we both worked. Our marriage and sex life were about average with the usu...

Since it’s that time of year again, baseball season, I recalled an erotic memory… A number of years ago, when our sons were younger, I coached youth baseball. I love baseball and my wife Nora strongly suggested that I coach our boys when they started playing. I had played baseball in high school and college. I was initially hesitant, but once I got involved, it was great. I guess it paid off too as all of my boys went on...

It’s Saturday, July 24, 2014. We are attending Lenora’s friend Lauren’s daughter’s wedding at a local hotel and catering hall. Lenora is a mature brunette, about five-feet-two-inches tall, with an average build and shoulder-length dark brown hair. She is dressed in an all-black knee-high dress with black stockings and black open toe pumps. She has always been the Alpha personality in the relationship. I’m just an average...