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House Husband

At home with clothes and cleaner.

Chapter 1 Monday Hooray! My wife Sally is away on another sales trip. She’s a lovely lady who does her job well and earns much more money than I could, so I stay at home and do the housework. We are lucky enough to have a cleaning lady who comes in three times a week to “Do” for us. Sally doesn’t mind this, as she says that if she were at home and I was working she would employ a...Read On

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House Husband 2

The further adventures of Sally and me.

PART 2 Chapter 1 I crept in between the sheets. Sally had taken over most of the bed but I managed to squeeze in beside her. She gave a little whimper and moved over a little. I snuggled up to her, feeling very much in love with this beautiful lady. I turned away from her, if she wanted to sleep then sleep she would and if I relaxed, my erection would pass and I too would soon fall asleep. ...Read On

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House Husband 3

The continuing story of a house husband

Part Three Chapter 1 Two hours later I woke up, I lay there half asleep, my belly pressed hard against Sal’s buttocks, my arm laying along her thigh and down her leg. I had a lazy knob, pressing against her, I felt comfortable and at ease, and in no rush to start our second session. My last orgasm had taken a lot out of me if I was honest, I had been drained, and recovery might take a...Read On

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House Husband 4

The continueing story of a House Husband.

House Husband 4 CHAPTER 1 Sally had asked me quite out of the blue if I’d, “Ever had a Butt Plug stuck up my arse?” We were sitting in the garden at the time enjoying the weather and relaxing. It wasn’t the sort of question I was expecting, not that it would be the sort of question I would be expecting at any time I suppose. “Why on earth did you ask me that?” I asked. “Just to...Read On

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House Husband 5

The continuing story of a House Husband.

HOUSE HUSBAND 5 CHAPTER 1 I woke up slowly and looked at my watch. I’d been asleep for five hours and I didn’t feel refreshed. I felt dirty and depressed and didn’t know why. I rolled onto my side and pressed myself against Sal’s backside. She whimpered in her sleep and pulled away. I lay there, as close as I dared to get, without disturbing her, gathering my thoughts and thinking...Read On

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Sunday on Sticky Street

SUNDAY ON STICKY STREET NUMBER 1... “Bitch” Michael said to Sam. "You acted like a real slut last night, I thought we were going out for a quiet drink.” “A quiet drink at “The Beating Bishop.” You’ve got to be kidding, there’s no such thing as a quiet drink at the “Bishop” on a Saturday night, you know that. Besides, you got on very well with that Highway Patrol man didn’t you!”Sam...Read On