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This story is about Marcie and her experiences after she caught her husband cheating. She knew about the cheating before they were married and she had agreed to an open marriage. Marcie was a faithful wife even though her husband was not faithful to her. Her husband, Jack Nelson, broke the golden rule and had a woman in Marcie's bed. Marcie caught them, beat the woman, slapped her husband and took off to Miami for a few days. Enter Javon, a suave young black man who was there when she needed a...
MILF100% fiction! Chapter I (Faith’s Party) Marcie, my beautiful, beautiful 18 year old daughter, with dark brown hair as bright and glossy as a sable’s pelt, enchanting hazel eyes, the face of an angel and a budding body that would drive young men crazy; small high proud breasts, a wisp of a waist and flaring hips, a cute derriere, rounded and full, my daughter Marcie. She was smart as a whip, too, a straight A student, I was so very, very proud of her. She was my pride and joy. My wife had been...
IncestOn the Monday morning following our exciting Saturday afternoon with Steve, Traci and I had to return to the mundane world of work. Traci was employed as a receptionist for a large investment firm. She spent her day answering the telephone, greeting clients and getting coffee or water for everyone but herself. She wasn't thrilled about her job, but she realized that her situation was the result of her own choices. While majoring in modern dance had been fun and fulfilling, it hadn't been a...
CuckoldMarcie and Jane waited in the drive while Laura parked the car in her garage. The garage was just too narrow for anyone but the driver to get out of once inside. Jane was visibly nervous as they waited for Laura to let them into the house, leaning against the brick wall and adopting a phony pose while trying to look casual. She had one foot back on the wall, knee bent; leaning on one shoulder, a hand in her pocket while crouching down with her back resting against the wall—none of it looked...
In retrospect, Marcie would later admit that both her morality and common sense were on vacation when she visited Laura’s home in Boston. Marcie and Laura were closer than ever after Marcie’s experiences with men, which for the most part she enjoyed immensely. However, Marcie felt that she owed her entire sex life to her roomie since it was Laura who steered her into her first male encounter and encouraged her to try the others afterward. And with mid-terms over with, Laura offered...
Marcie & Erskine Despite her prolonged sexual activities of the previous night, Marcie was the first of the girls to wake up and after donning a tee shirt and skirt; she brushed her teeth and applied a basic application of lipstick, forgoing any of the usual foundation makeup she normally used because she was starving for something to eat. She went into the kitchen and made some coffee, poured a glass of grapefruit juice and put two slices of bread into the toaster. She was taking a...
Marcie met Aniah, the teenage daughter of the couple who lived downstairs from her on coming home from shopping. Aniah was a pretty girl; soft and curvy and bookish, a polite and soft spoken sixteen-year old with just blossoming breasts, knowing eyes and a very sensual mouth. Marcie had ogled the girl from the very first time she’d seen her. I’m not a sex addict, Marcie told herself. I like sex; nothing wrong with that. But this one’s just a kid. Oh, but I bet she’s experienced. No---no,...
The noise level increased in the living room with the kids being around more; so both Trish and I moved our work/study areas to one of the upstairs bedrooms where we could shut the door for quiet. I took one side of the room, and Trish the other. One of the side benefits of our temporary shared office space was that there was a bed in the room. The first day we were actually in the room together, I shut the door and looked at Trish. She looked at me, and we were in bed making love a minute...
They were in Marcie’s apartment. “My parents are getting suspicious, Marcie,” Aniah whined as she gnawed at a cuticle. “How so?” “I’m not sure, but I think it’s this neighbor, Mrs. Vincentia. She’s awfully nosy. She watches everything that goes on around here, so I think maybe she...” After a moment’s thought, Marcie said, “I belong to a gym. I could bring you in as my guest. There are plenty of opportunities to do whatever we want without being spied on, and if anyone asks, you’re...
Meanwhile, Marcie met with less success than Mark; having settled in at a Tampa lounge as the 9 to 2 weekly piano gig Tuesday through Saturday. Her previous work with the recording group had phased out and it was the only job available, and needing to eat, she took it. But she was also undergoing a different transition as well. Her sexual appetite was growing. Marcie had always enjoyed sex with both men and women. She had experimented along the way, at one point taking on five men at a...
Victoria-72 YR Old Hottie-Part 4; Mary & Marcie.This is part four of a series. Not sure how many parts there will be but there will be a part five.I just could not imagine what Mary could be doing that was so naughty that she deserved a spanking on our next visit. Vicky was still out of town and returning in 4 days and left me voice mails that she expected to be fucked properly upon her return or she was going to have to troll Wal-Mart for a substitute. There was no way I was going to let...
The two girls were leaving the auditorium following a rehearsal for the Fall concert the University held every October. Laura decided to tease Marcie as it was almost her favorite pastime other than sexual activity. “So technically you’re still a virgin, right, Marcie?” “What do you mean technically?” Laura laughed and said, “I mean, you ain’t been boned in your cooch. That’s what I mean.” Marcie felt the flush spreading upward and knew her face revealed her embarrassment at being put in...
Marcie was still recovering from the previous night’s celebration. Her pussy was deliciously sore and aftershocks from her many orgasms—if one could call them that—continued popping up at the most inopportune times, like when her parents were taking her to eat lunch that day. She would be graduating with honors; notwithstanding, she had not found a job as yet and sat down at her computer to continue her search for employment as a musician/pianist the moment her parents left for home. To...
One month later ... A cocktail party at developer, Hughie Jennings home, Barry Borelli, a City Councilmen and Attorney was about to explain his marriage to Mark. “Try this scotch, Newlin. It’s one of the best available; single malt, eighteen years old and I guarantee it will go down as smooth as silk.” Mark glanced at Borelli’s wife Scotia, who had a glass of white wine, and then accepted the crystal glass and took a sip. “Mmmm, you weren’t kidding. It does feel like...
Marcie was having her nails done when she realized that Aniah had apparently lost interest in men—sexually. It was true that when pressed the girl said emphatically that she liked a cock in her; but thinking back, Marcie recalled having spotted good-looking males Aniah’s age or slightly older, and calling her attention to them while pointing out their obvious attributes on several occasions. Marcie had even gone so far as to draw the teen’s attention to which side the young men had slung...
Marcie found herself back at school without her roomie, Laura. She found herself growing lonely without her best friend and lover, and eventually became bored by what was on the TV and went for a stroll. A block or so from her dorm apartment, she heard a piano being played and followed the music until she determined it was coming from a particular window on the second floor of 145 Frontis Street. An etude by Chopin was being played and played well. Marcie stopped and listened. She was still...
Aniah was a thorn, albeit a pleasant one, in Marcie’s side. She knew that sooner or later their sexual proclivities would be found out, most likely by her parents, and that would mean possible criminal charges, and at the very least, having to find another place to live. And then there was Mark. She liked him very much and hoped that something might come from meeting him. It was unbelievable how understanding he’d been when she told him about her addiction. He could have taken her that...
The following day Marcie acted on Gerri’s advice and found the therapist she recommended named Rudy Dersherwitz. We join them as he explains his theories on how to treat someone considered a sexual addict. “Yes, Marcie all too often the therapist focus on altering sexual behavior rather than accepting and befriending this part of themselves and learning to control it rather than having it controlling them.” His words hit her like a blow to the head. And what followed Marcie found she...
The following Wednesday Mark took Marcie on their first real date. The Vietnamese restaurant, Pho Cali, located at the foot of Bednarik Crossing, a half block from Coyne’s Steakhouse where Marcie played piano nightly. Marcie bought a little black dress especially for the evening. It was a little too short and a little too clingy and it cost twice what she’d intended on paying, but it was perfect for the evening she had in mind. The slinky black dress combined with black thigh highs, her only...
When Alex got home from work on Friday afternoon, he didn’t expect his fourteen year old daughter, Marcie, to be there already. Something else he never expected was to find her sunbathing nude on a beach towel on the deck at the rear of the house. It was two weeks into the girl’s summer break, and the dark-haired young beauty was already tanned a deep shade of burnt cinnamon except for the tan lines left from the bikini she wore around her mother’s house. Alex had been expecting to go pick her...
Note : This story is completely fictional! My girlfriend seemed shy and reserved when she came overt. She had been away on a family vacation to a farm upstate, and I had been alone more than a week. I thought she would fly into my arms and show me how much she had missed me, but she could only give me a simpering grin as she looked up at me through her eyelashes. She had made it past my family OK and we were in my room. This was usual practice, as the my family watched football most nights and...
IncestVisit my blog. My new cock—a gift from a naughty fairy called Bean Sidhe, but who insisted on being called B—hardened at the sight of my fourteen-year-old daughter Belinda walking into my classroom. She was in my first class after lunch, her brown hair in the cutest pigtails. She had such an innocent face, her blue eyes wide. She had inherited my breasts, and they were large, pressing at her pink babydoll t-shirt. “Hi, Mom,” she said then paused, cocking her head. “There’s something...
Melanie was concerned about her boss. She wasn't her cheerful self when she came in that morning. Throughout the morning, she occasionally heard what sounded like sniffles coming from her office. She couldn't stand it any longer. She had to see if Marcie needed her. She entered her office and closed the door. "Marcie, are you all right?" "I'm fine. I'll be o.k. Thanks." "Are you sure? You look really sad." "Oh, Melanie. I appreciate your interest but I can't talk about...
It's mid July and school is out and to earn a little extra cash I have begun tutoring a few students in need of help. So far I have been working with three students, two girls and one boy. They come to my home for two to three hours on different days to get help with thier studies. Today is Wednesday and Marcie is scheduled for the afternoon for help with her anatomy class. She has been here three times so far, but she's running late today. When she arrived I showed her in and we were getting...
When the befuddled Marcie woke up sometime around five AM in the morning, the girl from the holding tank still had her heavy leg over her hip and she could feel the pretty woman's hands resting softly on her expensive designer skirt made from the finest leather of supple texture. She felt a bit dirty but it was more from not having a proper shower before going to sleep not from any guilt from the awkward position of lesbian implications. In fact, she was glad that the person called...
Marcie did such a good job of pleasing the warden and all the other top guards that she was allowed to work in the library and not in the God-awful laundry or the machine shop where accidents were known to happen when one of the “new girls” didn’t show the proper respect or a have a good attitude for the old-timers with lots of tricks up their sleeves. She wondered why her bail hadn’t been posted yet and assumed it was just a mix-up because of the holidays. At least her indignities and her...
Everyone froze as Chandra Korrapati, the Washington High School’s principal and the mother of the fourteen-year-old student sucking on my nipple, walked into my classroom. My new girl-cock was buried to the hilt in my own daughter’s newly deflowered pussy. Fear spiked through me as the Indian woman with the same red-brown skin as her daughter closed the door behind me. She was a graceful, older woman, wearing a blue-gray pantsuit and a white, silk blouse, a necklace of pearls about her neck....
The Perfect Hubby 1: Marc to Marcie By Sharon Masterman Billy was a model husband when we first got married. He did his share of the cooking and housework. He was gentle and loving in bed. And he was totally faithful. Then things changed. He stopped cooking and doing housework, and insisted I wait on him hand and foot. He became rough and aggressive in bed. And he started cheating on me. Some nights he came home late, other nights he didn't come home at all. When I...
Mark arrived at Fay’s house right at two in the afternoon. Arianna’s Mazda was out front, so he parked his Accord in the driveway. Arianna answered the door. He’d seen her at the Prom, but hadn’t really talked to her in several weeks. “Hey, loverboy,” she said, grabbing his arms. She pulled herself up on tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. “I’ve missed you!” “Well hello to you too, Arianna,” he had to smile. It was true; Fay had told him she wanted to fuck him. He hadn’t believed her but...
"How do you want me?" Karen asked. We were both naked, and the summer breeze was caressing my balls. We first tried placing her left foot on one of the benches, and I scrunched down to line us up. I had one hand on her back and the other one on her ass, as I eased in. "What's wrong?" she asked, when I stopped. "It's not working," I said, pulling out. My need was great, but paled compared to the possibility of hurting her. Karen demonstrated that her need was just as great as mine....
It was Thursday when Mark got the call, but it was Scotia, not Marcie. “Hi Mark, how are you?” she asked, somewhat coyly. “I’m fine, how are you?” he countered, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “Good, really, good” big pause. “How do you feel?” He asked sincerely. “Oh, I’m fine. Fully recovered. You were quite good at what ... um, we did together. I ached and hurt for a day or so, but nothing was damaged and in two days I was as good as new.” she said very matter of...
“Have you seen the new IT guy yet Marcie?” my friend and colleague Bianca came barreling into my office just before lunch.“As a matter of fact I have,” I started to say“I’ll bet he’s a tomcat in bed, all nerdy guys fall into one of two categories you know,”“Bianca,” I said trying to stop her.“Most of them are so grateful that you’ve paid any attention to them at all that they’re willing to eat your pussy for hours without asking for anything in return.”“Bianca,” I said again trying to stop...
Mrs. Fatima Samara I clutched my harem to me as the clock struck midnight. The year ended. A new one begin. My daughters, niece, and sister were naked, smeared in my cum. I tried to love all my pregnant women before I had to repay my debt to the futa-fairy. To Leanan Sidhe. Despite the spurting futa-jizz and the gasping orgasms, dread had permeated me all day. Now a warmth billowed through me, seizing me from beyond our world. It cradled my soul in gentle hands, drawing me away from my...
“Hey Gina.” “What, Marcie?” “I recently stumbled upon this website called CHYOA...” “Uhu...is that something you can eat?” “From a certain point of view. Its a site where authors share stories with each other. There is also a focus on choosing your own path. Basically it's like one of these Choose your own adventure books all of us read as a child.” “Do I look like a nerd to you? So it's a place for loser nerds to connect with other loser nerds, sounds perfect for you.” “Actually, there is...
I was walking toward Lincoln Park on the near north side of Chicago. It was a cold bitter Saturday in the dead of winter. My name is Javon Williams and I volunteer a few hours each week at the zoo. I'm eighteen years old. My parent's names are Esther and Benjamin. Mom is fifty-seven and Dad is sixty-three. Mom and Dad owned a company, which dad founded, named IT Solutions of Chicago. They both worked so hard at building the company that I hardly ever saw them during the week. Weekends were...
MILFThe story I'm about to tell you happened two months ago. My name is Margie Nelson, my husband's name is Jack. Jack and I have what is called an open marriage. I was faithful to my marriage until I caught Jack with another woman in my bed. I beat her ass, slugged him and walked out. I took a trip to Miami, FL and ended up in bed with a handsome young black man named Javon. Turns out that he had the biggest cock that I could imagine and I loved fucking him. My time in Miami was spent more in bed...
InterracialJavon's parents sold a company that they had started and built for years. They are now wealthy, but still want to live a normal life. He is their only child who was born later in their lives. He is a spoiled child but his parents have raised him right. He and his family moved to Miami to escape the cold Chicago winter weather. Javon's first week was spent at a hotel right across the street from South Beach. Javon met a woman named Josie and her stepdaughter at the beach. Needless to say, he had...
ReluctanceOn a recent trip to Miami I stayed at the Loews South Beach,,Awesome property...Met a lady by the name of Donna by the pool...Beautiful setting..we had drinks and talked and I asked her to dinner..Date was on..We ate at the hotel..Great seafood and drinks ...walked on the beach and I ask her up to my room...she smiled and said yes..She had beautiful blond hair..blue eyes and knock out 36c..I could not wait...We got to the room and started making out..long wet kisses..lite foreplay..so she...
Husband watches wife cheating with a big cock.Weekday mornings are hectic at our house--my spouse and I are getting ready for work. Patty takes the bus to town and leaves the house a half-an-hour earlier than me. She is always running late and in a rush everyday. This particular morning, after Patty hurried and left for the stop, I noticed, she forgot her bus pass. Me being a good husband--I jumped into my car to bring her pass. I hoped to make it to her stop, before the bus's arrival.I was...
I sat naked on the bed and watched as my beautiful naked wife took the cop's uniform off revealing his taught muscular body and his enormous semi hard cock.Janice and I were on vacation in southern Florida and we had gotten carried away on the second floor balcony of our hotel. It was a warm night and we had been sitting outside in our bathing suits looking out at the empty beach. We had both been drinking and we started kissing in the moonlight. On thing led to another and soon we were both...
Denisa Cuckolds & Cheatsbygonzi2© It was now 1946, Lady Denisa had been persuaded by her husband Lord Henry to have sex with a black man while he watched. She'd assumed he'd use her eighteen-year-old lover Kenny, so when a second man had mounted her while she was blindfolded and tied to the bed she welcomed his big cock.However her lover's entry felt different, less urgent more intent on giving her orgasms rather than coming himself making her feel far more fulfilled. She wondered if it was...
“There’s something different about you Marce; what gives?” Bianca my friend, colleague and the office gossip was sitting across from me chatting on our lunch break.“I don’t know what you’re talking about B; I’m no different than usual.” I was slightly on edge, there was no way I wanted Bianca finding out that I had been fucking the new IT guy for the last two months. Chad was like no other guy I’d ever been with. He knew what I wanted before I asked for it and once more seemed to know my...
Mark cavorted with Mrs. Morgenstern and Fay and Arianna separately until it was time to head off to the University of Nebraska to pursue his dream of becoming an architect. What he didn’t anticipate was a sexual drought that would last into his third year there. The subject matter proved difficult and the professors he encountered were merciless as far as Mark was concerned. After almost flunking two vital courses his freshman year, Mark refused all invitations to parties and football games...
When Mark originally enrolled at the University of Nebraska, he wanted to be an architect, but had not decided on which aspect of the field he wanted to major in. That of course, was one reason he chose Nebraska, for it offered several diverse fields including urban design, historic preservation, building sciences, or acoustic design. Now Mark had almost completed the first portion, the Bachelor of Science in design, a para-professional degree and a necessary component of the professional...
It was ten after two on a rainy Friday afternoon. Mark was sitting at his desk which was covered with several architectural drawings he was studying. Rana was taking the first of two mid-term exams. Mark had no classes on Fridays, a quirk in scheduling, and one he loved to lord over Rana every chance he got. At that particular moment he was staring at the nice leather-covered ottoman he and Rana had bought at a yard sale the day before. He stood up and moved the ottoman so that it was in...
Samira was sleeping when Rana returned. Mark made her a cup of tea and told her everything, ending with “and you told her I didn’t like my women wearing pantyhose ... so she wore a garter-belt and stockings just for me.” “She wanted you to fuck her? I mean ... you didn’t seduce her?” “NO! Well, there was a little give and take. But that was because I wasn’t certain what she wanted ... not at first, anyway.” Are you certain you didn’t?” “Yes, she’s---she’s kind of a sub ... you know, a...
Professor Horowitz was all smiles as Mark entered his office late in the afternoon. “Good, good, I’m glad you could make it, Mark,” the old professor said with a friendly chuckle. “Yes, Professor, is there something wrong with my project? Mark inquired, for he was puzzled by the urgency of the professor’s request to appear in his office as soon as possible. “Mark I have the results of the competition you entered, I believe it was for...” he paused to adjust his bi-focals then continued,...
Mark was still mortified the following day and called in sick rather than face his boss, Ezra DeZam. But DeZam surprised him, and came by his motel room to see how he was and to impart some important information to him. “Listen Mark, here in Monroe, some of us play it fast and loose. We have good reason for it. Other folks have tried to fit in here ... this climate sucks. We get torrential rain followed by floods and the humidity and heat are enough to drive you crazy. Seemed like everyone...
After winning a bid to handle the interior design of a Community College being constructed in the nearby city of Chastened, Mark moved there from Sarasota. Several months after moving to Chastened, Mark had met several other influential people from the area, including the mayor and other leading political figures. Through them, Mark, now 27, had found an abundance of work, as the smallish coastal city was undergoing a major growth spurt; and his new office—although small by most...
Once he closed on the houseboat, Mark took a week’s vacation and cleaned the boat from stem to stern, enlisting several softball teammates to help him. He discovered that Alexis had a friend (of course she did) who could work with him on decorating his new home as well. At week’s end, he was almost completely furnished and accessorized. Almost being the key word, as the ladies from the team came aboard to see and ‘tut-tut’ about this and that, telling him he had a way to go, but that he...
Jones Beach by Pamela ([email protected]) Chapter 1 Cathy Margolies, blonde and pretty with a sunny disposition locks the front door of her modest home in Seal Beach, California, and walks behind her fianc?, Brad Featherson, as he carries her luggage to his Jaguar XKE convertible parked at the curb. Brad, sandy-haired, tall, well-built and well-dressed is driving her to John Wayne A...
A Bikini Beach Summer by Daphne Xu Part 14 Thanks to ElrodW, Bikini Beach's creator, for invaluable comments on this story. The Bikini Beach universe and its principal characters are copyright 2001 by him. Any comments about Bikini Beach, how it works, what it does, by characters other than Anya or Grandmother are potentially non-canonical and wrong. As this story is told from a particular point of view by the protagonist, this includes comments by the narrator. The...
A Bikini Beach Summer by Daphne Xu Part 8 The Day After Thanks to ElrodW, Bikini Beach's creator, for invaluable comments on this story. The Bikini Beach universe and its principal characters are copyright 2001 by him. Any comments about Bikini Beach, how it works, what it does, by characters other than Anya or Grandmother are potentially non-canonical and wrong. As this story is told from a particular point of view by the protagonist, this includes comments by the...
A Bikini Beach Summer by Daphne Xu Part 11 The Following Days and the Firmlove Meeting Thanks to ElrodW, Bikini Beach's creator, for invaluable comments on this story. The Bikini Beach universe and its principal characters are copyright 2001 by him. Any comments about Bikini Beach, how it works, what it does, by characters other than Anya or Grandmother are potentially non- canonical and wrong. As this story is told from a particular point of view by the protagonist,...
A Bikini Beach Summer by Daphne Xu Part 17 Thanks to ElrodW, Bikini Beach's creator, for invaluable comments on this story. The Bikini Beach universe and its principal characters are copyright 2001 by him. Any comments about Bikini Beach, how it works, what it does, by characters other than Anya or Grandmother are potentially non-canonical and wrong. As this story is told from a particular point of view by the protagonist, this includes comments by the narrator. ...
My husband (Roger) and I are not swingers, but we are exhibitionists. He loves to show me off to other men, especially at the beach. We live in Europe, so he insists on me going topless and wearing only a tiny thong to sunbathe in. My husband likes to see the effect I have on other men.This is a true story that took place on the beautiful Greek island of Skiathos. I am a little nervous writing this, as my husband does not know the whole story, and he is an avid reader on this site. I have...
My family actually owns a beach house, but it was currently having the roof repaired so we were renting this one. I’m not sure who the “real” owner of our house is -- maybe my grandparents, but my whole family used it as they pleased. We just coordinated amongst each other to make sure two parts of the family didn’t unintentionally try to use it at the same time. (We often all went together every summer, but sometimes different subsets of the family took mini-trips by themselves, especially my...
A Bikini Beach Summer by Daphne Xu Part 7 The Bikini Beach July 4th Celebration Thanks to ElrodW, Bikini Beach's creator, for invaluable comments on this story. The Bikini Beach universe and its principal characters are copyright 2001 by him. Any comments about Bikini Beach, how it works, what it does, by characters other than Anya or Grandmother are potentially non-canonical and wrong. As this story is told from a particular point of view by the protagonist, this...