Chapter 3 Much to my relief, the morning passed fairly quickly. Christine went down to breakfast ahead of me. I sullenly ate alone. At the seminar, I was able to gloss over the fact that I had no idea what the seminar was going to be about by explaining the switch in drivers. The seminars were about a niche market in real estate. I got to pretend to be a buyer for while, and then I was a seller. The attendees were agents...

Chapter 2 A quiet noise woke me again. I could tell I had been sleeping for quite a while. I felt a bit of warm wetness move around my cock, and for a moment, I wondered why she was using the cloth to clean me again. She whimpered just before she took my cock deep into her throat again. She was sprawled across my body, and my hand was resting on her lower back. I could feel her body tremble as she gave herself another org...

Chapter 1 I'm going to claim this is how it really happened. My wife has read this story, and she hates it. She says that except for the end, the entire thing is made up. She would probably even go so far as to say her brother was never even married, when she knows he is happily married to his second wife. That's a terrible way to start a story. Let me try again. I hate my wife. That's no better of a start, and it isn't a...

I don't know what it is about cooking eggs. If I try to cook sunny-side up, the yolks break. If I try to cook a simple fried egg, it disintegrates when I try to flip it. I can't even seem to fold and flip an omelet without making a mess. I'm pretty good at a lot of skills in life, but when it comes to eggs, all I can do is scramble them. If someone wants anything better than that, they better take over the cooking. Of cou...

My wife and I weren't the first to arrive at the party, but we weren't the last either. I initialed the sign-in sheet and then added a plus one after our names. The hostess raised her eyebrows to ask if I was following the rules. I nodded, and she nodded in return. One of the other guests called out, “Hey Speedy! Glad to see you came!” I smiled at his implied joke. His wife gave me a disgusted look and whined, “He came al...

"I don't recall giving you permission to orgasm," Carol said in a teasing tone, and I had to force myself to wake from a post-orgasmic haze. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I offered, and then I nearly laughed because Traci said the same thing at the same time. I didn't trust the smile I saw on Carol's face, but she was looking at Traci. I hoped that I didn't have anything to worry about. "That is partially my fault," Carol admitt...

My wife and I walked arm in arm down the edge of the road. I watched as her demeanor shifted from joy to irritation and back to joy for the dozenth time. We were turning into Carol and Mike's driveway, so I prayed that the joy would hold. "Why does this nurse I've never met have to join you?" she grumbled. Before I could answer, she added, "I trust Carol when she says not to worry, but I can't stop myself. If Mike would j...

The inside door opened before I could knock. The gentleman that answered was smiling, but he was also holding a single finger up to his lips. "The good doctor is sleeping," he explained. "Do you need to take your car and go, or do you have time to come in and talk for a bit?" "The doctor?" I couldn't stop from asking. He had to be talking about his wife. "I have some time, and we definitely need to talk." A knowing grin s...

I watched as my wife slammed down both of our glasses of champagne, and I knew it was going to be another sad New Year's Eve. Earlier in the evening, when she was tipsy from a couple of strong drinks, she had hinted that she might be in the mood for sex. She justified her near willingness by pointing out that Christmas was behind us and my birthday was coming up in a couple of weeks, so she aught to do her wifely duty. A...

I'm in a lot of hot water with my wife. Hopefully, she'll get over it, but I suspect I'm going to have to spring for a lavish party where we renew our vows. It's my own fault, and there's no chance that I won't do it, so I guess I'll have to spend the money. It all stems from my twisted sense of humor. I certainly like dry comedy, and slapstick physical comedy. I like juvenile humor and fart jokes. Occasionally, when the...

It started as a game. Actually, it started as an assignment, but he turned it into a game. Theo had almost grumbled when his uncle had called him into his office. When Theo first started working for his uncle, he had planned on starting at the ground floor and working his way to the top. Starting at the ground floor in an advertising business is easy; there is always a lot of grunt work. Working his way up had taken a lot...

In the first half of this story, I was telling my new friend Tammy about something mean I did to an acquaintance named Wendy. I was really enjoying the ego boost that I was getting from watching Tammy enjoy my true story. Tammy and I were both imagining how much we would enjoy it if Tammy were the woman I was having sex with. She started to openly masturbate on video chat while I continued the tale of being mean to Wendy....

Sometimes, egos are good things. You can ride high on the wave of a growing ego, but you better watch for the breakers at the shore! This is a long story of how I built my ego up, flaunted it around, and then crashed back to reality. ===   Tammy: My wife met Michael at an infamous "Sue and Lyle" house party. He is a smaller dark-skinned man with a giant cock. At five-feet-six-inches, he was only a couple inches taller tha...

In a previous story, I mentioned how my wife had been bothered by my attraction to another woman. One of the things that make our swinging lifestyle work is our ability to discuss matters like this and work through them. Here is a fun little story of one of those encounters. Throughout our swinging career, we have been involved in three bigger groups and a fourth smaller group. The bigger groups are fairly open and can be...

College was a rough time for me. Intellectually, the first two semesters were awesome. Nothing else about the experience lived up to my expectations. I would be tempted to say that there wasn't really even one single highlight in my life while I was there. The third semester was the worst. It started in Chemistry. The only blemish on my grades from the first semester came from a Teaching Assistant that felt the need to fl...