My son Tommy and his wife Sofia also live in the Houston, Texas area.  He’s a field engineer for a large oil company there.  He is twenty-seven years old and Sofia is twenty-five.  They have a six-month-old daughter who Sofia is breast feeding.  My name is Matt, and my wife Sandra and I are in our late forties and live only about ten minutes away in another suburb of Houston.  I work as a mid-level manager for a large rea...

My name is Tracy, and my husband Ed and I are twenty-three years old and live in a suburb of Baton Rouge with our six-month-old son. We met at the petrochemical company where we both worked until I was laid off. When we were both working our combined wages were enough to afford the home we purchased, but we couldn’t afford it after I lost my job. I got that job right out of high school and worked in the office as a produc...

My name is Sandra, and my husband Ed and I are thirty-four years old and live in a nice suburb of Houston with our one-year old daughter. Ed is gainfully employed in the banking industry, and although I also had a good job as a systems analyst, I was able to quit when our daughter was born. We met in our senior year in college and have had a picture-perfect marriage for the past eleven years, at least until seven months a...

It is sometimes difficult for me to accept how my relationship with my husband has changed so dramatically after six happy years of marriage, all because of porn stories on the internet. My name is Jamie, and at the age of twenty-eight I have a two-year-old son and a four-month-old daughter, who I am still nursing. My husband, Ed, is twenty-nine years old and has a great job with an insurance company in the Minneapolis ar...

The economy in the Detroit metropolitan area and much of southeast Michigan has been seriously depressed for many years, and it has been challenging for my wife and I to make a good living as real estate agents. My name is Jim, and my wife Christine and I were both thirty years old at the time of this story, with a six-month old daughter. We grew up and worked in Flint, Michigan, but then decided that we needed to move to...

It would be best to read Part 1 of this story first, to get the full context of the situation and the characters. But I will provide a synopsis of Part 1 in the following few paragraphs just in case you decide not to read Part 1 first. My name is Michele, and my husband Ed and I were twenty-five years old with a nine month old daughter named Alexis at the time of this story. We live in the same small town near Ed’s forty-...

My name is Michele, and my husband Ed and I were twenty-five years old at the time of this story. We met at Penn State where Ed got a degree in Business Administration and I majored in Biology. His plan from the start was to get a business degree so he could help his father manage and expand the family lumber and building supplies business in a small town not too far from Philadelphia. I planned to work in veterinary medi...

My name is Marci, and my husband Dan and I moved to New Orleans from Dallas after we purchased a national auto parts store franchise. We met while working at a company in Dallas and were both twenty-nine years old at the time of this story. Dan was a marketing director and I was a property accountant in the franchise department. We purchased that business as a way for me to get back to my hometown of New Orleans to be clo...

My name is Jasmine, and my husband, Ed, and I were twenty-eight years old at the time of this story. We had been married for four years after graduating from business school. We met at a job in New York, City with an international consulting firm specializing in Middle East marketing and business development. I have a master’s degree in international marketing, and Ed has a master’s degree in international tax. We had bee...

Several “hours” later, after what seemed hours of being with her, I knew I liked it for sure, and that is I had to admit that I loved being “milked” by her. In other words, I had to say, to myself as well as her too, that I absolutely loved it when she pinched her nipples together and that milk sprayed heavily all over me. It didn’t matter. No it didn’t. I couldn’t get over it as she happily, merrily, and freely pinched t...

Adura blushed as she finally found her way in the door after work, cupping her chest gently with a slight wince, then gasping as she unbuttoned her blouse. Her breasts swelled against the soft pink bra holding them almost painfully, pushing the bottom of its cups away from her chest. She unsnapped it from behind her with a sigh, letting them free in the cool air of the house. She walked to the kitchen, the rest of her clo...

The economy was bad in our small town in Mississippi. The only manufacturing plant in town laid off about a third of the workers. The ones that remained were only able to work partial shifts. My husband, Dave, was one of the lucky ones to still have a job at the reduced hours as an assembler, but that still made it hard for us to pay our bills. An even bigger problem is that I had recently been laid off from my job as a c...

DULCE DE LECHE (dool-say deh lay-chay) “You paid a lot of money to look homeless. It was the first thing Dalia had ever said to Cody. It was a whisper in his ear, a shared secret, in the noisy, art-viewing crowd. He was confuzzled, sure that he'd misheard her. This was his night, his show, after all. He'd won a spot in the new artist showcase and his artwork was being revealed to a receptive audience. She told him the des...