There’s something about fucking your wife’s ass for the first time that encourages you to be more gentlemanly. That is, assuming you want to do it again sometime. So when I noticed a hitch in Danielle’s stride, I made sure to scamper to the passenger door and open it for her. “Are you OK?” I asked as I helped her into the passenger seat. “Yes,” she winced. “Just a bit tender.” She grabbed both sides of the seat before sit...

The hum of a finely-tuned engine echoed through the cabin of the car, punctuated by the sporadic thump of the tires crossing the occasional crack in the asphalt. Sounds normally relegated to the background became prominent amidst the awkward silence that hung between me and my wife. "Okay," I said, exasperated, as I started to pull the car over to the side of the road. "Okay, okay, okay." The road was dark, completely dev...

'God, I hate it here,' Danielle thought to herself as she made her way from her last class of the day to her dorm room. It was a typically brisk November late afternoon in Ann Arbor: temperature down around forty degrees, a gentle, though sporadic breeze, and crisp, blue skies. If she weren't so biased, she would love it here. If she were honest with herself, she would admit that there was not a drastic difference between...