Life for Blanche was taking on an old familiar routine, with the exception that in addition to her legal husband, she now had a second man making demands on her body and, to some extent, her time. In the last three months, she and John had settled into a...
Janine and Marcus were dancing by the table when Frank returned. “Oh hi!” she said, a little too quickly, “This is my boyfriend, Marcus.” Frank stepped forward as he grasped Marcus’s hand in greeting, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Hi, Frank, plea...
Janine propped herself up on her elbows and stared at the sleeping form of Marcus. His dark curly hair moved slightly with each out-breath and the morning light reflected pleasantly off his too-smooth skin, she knew she should be happy but she was bored w...
Martin had noticed we hadn’t been calling in the pub or seeing around town as often, the way things were before Doc came along. Looking back, I guess I was at a low ebb, feeling a bit sorry for myself. Although the affair between Sue and Doc had ended, th...
After spending a few days sulking at his friend Tom’s house, John was convinced to return home and make nice to his wife, Blanche. He arrived home to find her puttering around the house wearing short shorts and a tee shirt. “May I come in?” he asked at th...
When John reached Tom’s house, he was already expected. “Just off the phone with Blanche,” were the first words he heard. “Are you going to let me in or has she convinced you to send me packing?” John asked, “I hope she doesn’t have you that pussy whipped...
I am alone in my house, and I know my wife, Carol will be downtown shopping for another two or three hours. So, I just can not help myself and I take the opportunity to dress up. I run to the spare room and unpack a few select items from my secret stash o...
Emma’s hand shook as it hovered over the dotted line. She took a deep breath and signed the contract. The contract was her acceptance of a deal that made her the property of a stranger she had never met. A stranger called Tom that was nearly twice Emma’s...
Yes, I’m a cuckold, so what? If you don’t like it well, G-F-Y. Being a cuckold brings both pain and pleasure. It certainly has for me. But I’m not one of those namby-pamby cuckolds who pretends it’s all fun. Sometimes it hurts so much that I cry, but othe...
