Chapter Twenty Amanda was still fast asleep when I left the house very early the next morning after a sleepless night. She was still clearly exhausted, and the room’s faint smell of recent sex had turned stale. Even in the low light I could see that her chest and face were still flushed pink from the previous night; whoever she had been with had delivered orgasms at least as comprehensive as those she had been receiving f...

Chapter Fifteen If I ever needed proof of my wife’s genius as a psychologist, then the next few weeks provided it in bucket loads. However doubtful I had first been about the principle of separating Amanda, the sweet wife and mother from Mandy the whore, they were completely dispelled. I could see it working in front of me. After a few hastily corrected slip-ups, it was clear that with hard work and patience she really co...

Chapter Ten The hour after Andy led me out of the room and into the waiting crowd passed in something of a daze. The study door closed behind us with a clunk, leaving Amanda alone to deal with the messy physical aftermath of her unexpected copulation. The emotional aftermath would have to wait. As Andy and I passed into the main room, the expectant guests turned to greet me. Then, with a short speech and much backslapping...

“How do I get myself in these situations?” It’s a question I ask myself a lot. The answer is not complicated and I’m a smart girl. My day job as a transaction coordinator for a mortgage company demands it. It also requires people who are highly responsible and have excellent people skills. Everything that happens in a loan process comes in or goes out through me. There’s a lot at stake. That’s part of what I like about my...

Chapter Five It was late December and we had been invited to dinner at Andy’s house for his traditional Christmas party. It’s hard to convey just how exciting this invitation was. Only partners or prospective partners were ever invited into his home, so it could only mean one thing; I was finally going to be offered the promotion I had craved for so long. This would be the greatest achievement of my career to date and wou...

It was my green night. I don't know why, I just like the color. My husband, Terry, was tying his bowtie in the mirror. His white cotton button-down and black slacks fit him well. The vee of his red and black suspenders widened at his broad shoulders and matched the black tie of his tuxedo perfectly. We did this probably three times per year for the last three years. It had to be the biggest event. It had to be the richest...

It's the evening of Erica's wedding day and while her husband entertains guests downstairs, she must meet with her ex-boss Gavin to meet his bastard blackmailing demands. Erica stood on her own in the broad corridor, checking fearfully in case she might be seen, by whom she was not sure. Then the other elevator doors drew apart and Gavin’s imposing form was looming over her, his petite helper standing innocently by his si...

Erica Greendale's perfect wedding day has been hijacked by her jilted almost-lover Gavin McClain and secretly resentful Maid of Honour Helen. To avoid the public screening of a deeply compromising hen-night video featuring the bride herself, she must follow all of Gavin's instructions, while somehow getting through the ceremony and beyond... It scarcely mattered, Erica thought, who found her in her desolation. What, after...

The wedding of society girl Erica Greendale to Stephen Laughton is fast approaching. In the story's prologue, however, one-time almost-lover Gavin McClain and envious Maid of Honour Helen have been plotting an evil wedding-day surpise.   You are invited to celebrate the marriage of Erica Louise Greendale To Stephen Edward Laughton On Saturday 20th July 2013 At St Xavier’s Church, Islington And afterwards at Langham London...

Bobby knelt between my knees, his hard cock bouncing with each heartbeat. Cum was all over my body and on the floor. The camera still on and watching closely. I was so very turned on. “Bobby, no,” I said as he took his cock in hand, guiding it to my opening. I put my cummy foot on his chest to stop him. “You’re My slave now,” I told him, ”You have to do what I say.” He was looking at my body, wide-eyed and amazed at all t...

I had taken my second shower of the day. It was getting late in the afternoon, and my burn was feeling a little better from the Aloe. Still not wanting to dress, much less cook, I asked Bobby what he wanted to order out. Everyone was delivering now that COVID-19 was the new normal. We had a wide range of choices. Bobby looked up from his books and said, ”I don't know. What about you?” ”I'm just hungry, ” I said. ”I could...

Sasha Green was a nurse at Loving Heart nursing home. She had worked there for a few years. Most days were very depressing, but other days were happy and bright. Some of the patients there had no family visiting them. Sasha tried to be nice to everybody but some of the patients were hard to deal with. Their health problems made them difficult. A lot of the patients had dementia and really were not in their right mind. Som...

I knew she was a golddigger; she wasn't fooling anyone but my Dad. Porsche (yes, apparently that was her real name) had met my Dad about three months prior to their getting married. He had gone to Las Vegas on a business trip–a sales convention for his company. One day after the endless meetings, he had stopped off at a local titty bar called Candi's for a little something to relax. There he met Porsche and they hit it of...

Jared's scheme to rid trophy-wife Tabitha of her step-daughter's blackmailing influence is reaching its raunchy naked climax... At least Sorrel did not have to bend too far to access the head of the towering phallus, Tabitha thought. She stared in bizarre fascination as her step-daughter gobbled Jared into her mouth and guzzled busily on him, hamstrings stretched tautly and bum thrusting behind. Tabitha had never consider...