“You could have stayed.” “You were fucking another guy!” Kelly regarded me coolly. “No, I fucked another guy. I shouldn’t have. I confessed, and I apologized. I begged you to stay and go to counseling so our family could stay together. What I did was wrong, unequivocally, and I was sorry I ever did it. Am sorry.” She looked away. “Will never stop being sorry.” “Yeah, you were so sorry that you did it for months, and then...

You remember Sonic the Hedgehog: that old-school 8-bit scrolling game where the hedgehog rushes forward, looping and soaring into the sky, snagging golden rings by the handful, every captured treasure announced by the narcotic casino ding of a fight bell in a boxing ring. I’m a middle-aged man, and happily married, but on Christmas morning in 2022 when the kids downloaded Sonic on the Nintendo and I heard all those fuckin...

We woke up on Friday and went straight to the pool to reserve loungers with our towels and Lori’s beach bag. We headed to the large buffet restaurant where breakfast was served and enjoyed our meal. We spent the next several hours at the pool working on our tans and had fun people watching. Our favorite game was “Guess Where They’re From?” There were guests from all over the world at the resort. Not only a lot of American...

The King's Head was an old coaching inn adjacent to the village green. Besides the impressive front entrance framed by Corinthian pillars, an arched gateway large enough for a carriage and horses gave access to the central courtyard with stables on two sides. The original inn sign was a painting of King Charles II and was said to be over two hundred years old, but it had grown very dilapidated over the years and had been...

Karl Davidson, aged forty-nine, had never thought of the woman that he and his wife Monica had lived next door to since they bought their house fifteen years previously, to be attractive, until now. The woman was divorcee Lorraine Macey, aged sixty-one. Karl was currently looking over the back garden fence into Lorraine's garden, and Lorraine's large bottom in jeans was pointing towards him, as she was on her knees sortin...

Chapter 12: The Power of Love It was nearing Letobain's eighteenth birthday when she would come of age. Having grown close to Braedon after moving to House Owens after her father died and her mother remarried to Braedon, she had decided to remain in House Owens with her mother and the other wives she had come to know and love. Yet no one was aware that Braedon was her biological father. Seeing it as him just marrying and...

My name is Zainab Habiba bin Khalifa al Makhtoom al Sura. The al Suras are desert tribal chieftains, but the main branch of the family migrated to the capital many generations ago and is now worth billions with interests in oil, banking, and global real estate. My father is a distant cousin and he oversaw the old fiefdom. He dispensed local justice as the representative of his rich and powerful cousins. He also managed th...

During the next week Sharon and I texted several times throughout each day sending sexy texts, and one evening we masturbated via FaceTime. Sharon was such a seductress. She really loosened up and seemed to really be enjoying her sexual awakening. We met again at the Marriott the following week and she was giddy with excitement as we walked towards the lobby. “I’ve spent over $300 at Victoria’s Secret the past week. New b...

Chapter 8: Home Sweet Home… Busy Day 2 With More Wives The sun had begun to rise, projecting beams of light through the gaps between the blinds of the windows. Having endured a long and eventful previous day, Braedon had not been in any rush to get out of bed. As he groggily opened his eyes adjusting to the bright yellow light being cast on to the bed, he looked to either side of him on the bed to find that only a few of...