Polyandry Stories

Rob arrived home just twenty minutes after Jack left. He found me tidying up in the kitchen.I had already gathered up my discarded clothes from the living room floor, including my panties from the bathroom and thrown them all into the washing machine. My panties were soaked with Jack’s cum. As I threw them in the washer, I couldn’t help fingering some of the dollops of fresh sperm between my thumb and forefinger. It cause...

When Rob asked me to share my side of our story, I never in my wildest dreams thought we’d be at Part Five. The way things are developing in my parts of the story makes me think I might need at least one or two more chapters to take readers up to the point Rob left off. Rob often teases me by saying I can talk the pants off a horse. Apparently, there’s more truth in his teasing than I thought.You’ll remember that in Part...

By Sunday, Rob was feeling much better. We made love that night. I did the work while he quietly lay under me so as to not move his knee any more than necessary. It was good. Best of all, we cuddled afterwards and fell asleep in each other's arms.Monday was back to regular life, getting the kids off to school and cleaning house. Rob was my captive as he’d be off work for at least another ten days or so. He was already up...

If you’ve been reading along with the series you know my name is Pam, I’m in my mid-thirties and I’ve been married to my childhood sweetheart, Rob since we got out of high school. If you haven’t read the series yet, I encourage you to start at the beginning so you’ll get the most out of this episodeOur lives have changed dramatically in the last two months. Rob asked me to fill you in on the details of our story from my p...

Love is strange. When I was young, I expected it to last forever and stay the same as the day I fell in love with my husband, Rob. I never, ever imagined that I would end up being intimate with another man and certainly not while being deeply in love with my husband. More on that later, but first let me introduce myself.My name is Pam, I’m in my mid-thirties and I’ve been married to my childhood sweetheart since we got ou...

I woke up before Pam the next morning and slipped out of bed trying not to wake her. I headed into the kitchen and made coffee. While waiting for the drip machine to do its thing, I sat down at the kitchen table. As I gazed out of the window, my thoughts drifted to the events of last night.Pam and I would have to talk sometime very soon, maybe even today. There were things both of us needed to say and to hear. I hoped tha...

The name’s Bristol. Bertie Bristol. I’m a private dick. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “He just slipped that dick in there for a cheap laugh.” Well, if you’ve got a better place I can slip it in just let me know. I’ve had some strange cases in my time, but the strangest of them all was the spate of disappearances of attractive young men on the tropical island of Bazooma. They all went missing in Strangways...