Chapter Fourteen The revelation came on a Tuesday morning barely two, sex-free weeks later. I had left home for work at my usual seven o’clock leaving Caroline sipping tea in bed. The plan was for me to travel to Scotland that afternoon and stay in a hote...
Chapter One Most cuckold stories begin something like ‘I’ve always wanted to see my wife being fucked by another man but thought it would never happen.’ My story is a bit different. Before we were even a couple, I knew what it was like to watch Caroline b...
Chapter Eight Three months later, towards the end of the spring term, I was at a party in a student house; the sort of open-door event that friends of friends are welcome to attend. The pain of losing Annabel had faded considerably, helped in no small par...
