Aftermath Confessions Chapter 2 of 7 Jeff and Allie
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Aftermath by Nicole Larson My head was pounding–absolutely pounding–when I woke up. A spear of sunlight had shot through an errant slat in my vertical blinds and lanced right into my eye, waking me up. The pain was close to unbearable, but I didn’t have the strength to stand, or even move, other than to drape a hand over my eyes. I told myself to go back to sleep. Too early to deal with a hangover, especially one of the epic proportions this one seemed to be taking on. It was as I was falling...
This is a follow up to a previously published story called The Unexpected Threesome. Please be forewarned, while there is no bisexuality in this chapter, there are references to the bisexual (MFM) threesome which took place in the previous story. If the mere mention of bisexuality between men offends you, please don’t read. Also, if you’d be interested in seeing an illustrated version, just drop me a line at ____________________________ Aftermath Confessions: Chapter 1 – The Prelude I woke...
Aftermath Confessions: Chapter 2 of 7- Jeff and Allie Author’s note: It was hard picking a category for this one. It’s a wife loving, voyeur, masturbation straight sex story about a man telling his wife about his past experiences with another couple. Send me an email at if you would be interested in an illustrated version. ____________________________________________________________________________ “You tell me yours and I tell you mine. Nothing held back.” She squeezed my cock into her...
Sometimes we do things that have no rhyme or reason. We just do it without thinking. My name is Jillian Springston and I and my family live in a small town in Southern Indiana. If there were such a magazine called the "All American family", the four of us could well be on the cover. By the four of us, I refer to myself and my husband of nineteen years Jake; my daughter Lisa and my son Brian,who just graduated from high school this past June. I of course am on the high end of thirty something,...
Author's Note: This story is hard to categorize. Loving wife, group, threesome with a touch of bi. There's not a lot of bisexuality, but there is some, so if this offends you please don't read. On the other hand, if you'd like to see the illustrated version, drop me a line at _____________"How exactly did you end up in bed with Jeff on our wedding night?""Not just Jeff..." She flashed a mischievous smile in response to the incredulous look on my face.The idea of Carol sleeping with my college...
Group SexAuthor's Note: As I said before, these stories are hard to categorize... voyeurism, exhibitionism, a threesome, with some light bi-play and a hot wife. If male bisexuality offends you, please don't read the story. If you'd like to see an illustrated version, send me an email at ************ Chapter 5 - Trick and TreatCarol looked wonderful walking ahead of me into our bedroom, her cute little ass peeking below her swaying shirt tail. The top of her firm legs and inner thighs were visibly wet...
BisexualAuthor's Note: These stories are hard to categorize... voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, quasie-threesome with bi overtones and a hot wife. lol. Send me an email at if you would like to see the illustrated versions of the stories.-----------------"For God's sake, tell me you got to fuck that girl." Words I never dreamed I'd hear coming out from my wife. Now it was my turn to play coy. "I guess you'll just have to wait and find out."Reliving my time with Jeff and Allie had us both horny...
ExhibitionismAuthor's Note: These stories are hard to categorize... voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, quasi-threesome with bi overtones and a hot wife. If you're interested in an illustrated version of the stories, send me an email at ----------------------------------Smiling up from between my legs, she ran her tongue sensuously along my shaft, licking her own juices from my cock. "Now, give yourself a minute to calm down, and then tell me how you got 'poor, sweet, innocent' Allie to spread her...
VoyeurAftermath By Ellie Dauber © 2015 This story is based on a Lorna Samuels caption. Thanks, Lorna, for this one and for all your great work. This story first appeared (and can still be found) in the "Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes Mixed Tape." I'm posting it separately, with Jenny North's permission. There was no mention of the story in any of the reviews of that Mixed Tape, and I'd like to see what people thought of it. I thank Jenny for the opportunity to be part of her Mixed Tape and...
Aftermathby Nicole LarsonMy head was pounding--absolutely pounding--when I woke up. A spear of sunlight had shot through an errant slat in my vertical blinds and lanced right into my eye, waking me up. The pain was close to unbearable, but I didn't have the strength to stand, or even move, other than to drape a hand over my eyes. I told myself to go back to sleep. Too early to deal with a hangover, especially one of the epic proportions this one seemed to be taking on. It was as I was falling...
LesbianAFTERMATH ('THE SLUT') By Rhayna Tera, copyright 2020 WARNING: CONTAINS REFERENCES TO SUICIDE & RAPE. Author's Note: One of the saddest stories on FM is Janice's 'The Slut': "Three teenage girls exact revenge on the older brother of one of them, who is obnoxious to them, with dire results." It's a short but powerful story, cutting 'close to the bone' of reality. Many of its reviewers demanded a sequel. 'Aftermath' is an unauthorized tribute to Janice's gut-wrenching realism....
The altimeter on the helicopter's instrument panel read 6300 feet above sea level, about three hundred feet above the point where the rain turned to snow. This put him almost two thousand feet above the rooftops of Garden Hill, high enough to see the entire subdivision and the surrounding landscape. Of course what he was doing would not have been possible even a month ago. The snow would have quickly iced up on his rotor blades, degrading their aerodynamics, eventually enough so that they...
„You told her? Are you crazy?“ Jenny can’t believe what her step-brother is telling her. How does he not realize that this was a bad idea? “Of course I told her.” Steve says, “You don’t build a relationship on a lie.” In comparison to his sister, Steve seems pretty calm about the fact that he could have scared Marie of for good. And that after only one date. At the very least he is confident that he made the right choice in telling Marie about him and his sister. “Lying is completely...
Kate took a sip of coffee, the mug was almost empty, she could taste the grains of coffee that sunk to the bottom. Kate turned her head to look at her phone, it displayed a text from Gwen which read, "Sorry, had to visit my doctor and it took forever, on my way."Kate knew Gwen for years and this was nothing like her. First of all, Kate was never late, the girl was a living, breathing, atomic clock. Secondly, the doctor? She was as healthy as a mare as far as Kate knew. Kate signaled the...
FetishAuthor’s Note: These stories are hard to categorize… voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, quasi-threesome with bi overtones and a hot wife. If you’re interested in an illustrated version of the stories, send me an email at ———————————- Smiling up from between my legs, she ran her tongue sensuously along my shaft, licking her own juices from my cock. ‘Now, give yourself a minute to calm down, and then tell me how you got ‘poor, sweet, innocent’ Allie to spread her legs for you.’ ‘God, Carol....
Author’s Note: These stories are hard to categorize… voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, quasie-threesome with bi overtones and a hot wife. lol. Send me an email at if you would like to see the illustrated versions of the stories. —————– ‘For God’s sake, tell me you got to fuck that girl.’ Words I never dreamed I’d hear coming out from my wife. Now it was my turn to play coy. ‘I guess you’ll just have to wait and find out.’ Reliving my time with Jeff and Allie had us both horny as hell....
Author’s Note: As always, this story is hard to categorize… a little group, bondage, and bi overtones. But mostly it’s a story of loving wives. As always, if you’d like an illustrated version just email me at ********** They say that confession is good for the soul. In this case at least, it was certainly proving to be good for the libido. Even after spending most of the morning and a good part of the afternoon telling stories and making love, I found myself still hungry with desire for my...
Author’s Note: As I said before, these stories are hard to categorize… voyeurism, exhibitionism, a threesome, with some light bi-play and a hot wife. If male bisexuality offends you, please don’t read the story. If you’d like to see an illustrated version, send me an email at ************** Chapter 5 – Trick and Treat Carol looked wonderful walking ahead of me into our bedroom, her cute little ass peeking below her swaying shirt tail. The top of her firm legs and inner thighs were visibly wet...
The storm clouds were clearing rapidly now,the sun slanting across the valley, a low sharp diagonal of golden light. Steam rose from the tops of the trees, small wraiths of vapour twisting and evaporating as he watched, fascinated. The thunder had died away long since, at least so far as the weather was concerned. The thunder of his heart and head was slowing too, becoming manageable again. He sat on a low stone wall, his back to the gable end of the farmhouse. Solid, reassuring. It had been...
Author’s Note: This story is hard to categorize. Loving wife, group, threesome with a touch of bi. There’s not a lot of bisexuality, but there is some, so if this offends you please don’t read. On the other hand, if you’d like to see the illustrated version, drop me a line at _______________ ‘How exactly did you end up in bed with Jeff on our wedding night?’ ‘Not just Jeff…’ She flashed a mischievous smile in response to the incredulous look on my face. The idea of Carol sleeping with my...
The soft pitter-patter of rain, accompanied by a steady, heavier plop-plop-plop outside, enshrouded the room in isolation. Outside, nature raged and stormed, as if to ward off its two children inside the sheltered space. The room, untroubled by intrusion, was cast in the orange light of the few candles, that had not yet consumed themselves. Previously, there had been quite the number of little flames, each burning brightly and merrily performing their unsteady dance. Although the ambitious ones...
Straight SexIt was not one thing but a collections of things. Most scientist across the globe projected that in 5 generations that the human race would become an endangered species. A global conference was held in the major countries and many plans were discussed. The consensus was the high divorced rate was the cause, so an arranged marriage system was enacted with an formula in creating matches between partners. The rules of the arrange marriage was between a viable guy and girl that were deemed...
This is the third part of “Mom’s Confession Land’s her in Trouble”. Months had passed since the incident in the Police station. Now a day’s mom spent most of the time in the church praying or to be more correct to escape from dad’s beatings which had grown worse since our arrest. He rarely used to sleep at home spending the other nights with prostitutes. It was in those days that a headline in the news paper caught my eye. “Convict escapes from Jail,” it read. It was Andrews all right. I...
This is the third part of “Mom’s Confession Land’s her in Trouble”. Months had passed since the incident in the Police station. Now a day’s mom spent most of the time in the church praying or to be more correct to escape from dad’s beatings which had grown worse since our arrest. He rarely used to sleep at home spending the other nights with prostitutes. It was in those days that a headline in the news paper caught my eye. “Convict escapes from Jail,” it read. It was Andrews all right. I...
The storm clouds were clearing rapidly now;the sun slanting across the valley, a low sharp diagonal of golden light. Steam rose from the tops of the trees, small wraiths of vapour twisting and evaporating as he watched, fascinated. The thunder had died away long since; at least so far as the weather was concerned. The thunder of his heart and head was slowing too, becoming manageable again. He sat on a low stone wall, his back to the gable end of the farmhouse. Solid, reassuring. It had been...
BDSMAfter he came, he just got dressed and left. Taking my red thong with him as a souvenir. The thought makes me smile.I keep laying on the bed, sweaty and exhausted. I can feel warm cum dripping out of my pussy and onto my skirt, though I don’t care. The skirt is all I’m wearing. Well, and my heels. He wanted me to keep them on while he was fucking me.It was so different from the sex I have with Ben. I’m Ben’s princess. He’s gentle, tries to make everything right.Brad didn’t ask me what I wanted,...
Author's Note: As always, this story is hard to categorize... a little group, bondage, and bi overtones. But mostly it's a story of loving wives. As always, if you'd like an illustrated version just email me at ********They say that confession is good for the soul. In this case at least, it was certainly proving to be good for the libido. Even after spending most of the morning and a good part of the afternoon telling stories and making love, I found myself still hungry with desire for my wife...
BDSMA year ago the virus hit. No one realised quite how serious it was until it was too late. It spread quickly and killed quickly, and there was still no known cure. The virus spread around the world rapidly, destroying families in its wake. The main hit seemed to be over for now. Experts estimate around 50% of the population had been wiped out, both in rich and poor countries. No one was unaffected. But now was not the time to dwell on the past. Humanity had to be saved, and quickly. While...
TeenThe light fog added a moisture to the air. The coolness of the night wrapped around her like a wet towel, sending a shiver up her spine. She was lucky she knew the area so well, or she could have easily become lost. She looked through the trees at the house where he lived, slightly smiling at the one electric candle burning in the kitchen window. She kept to the path walking as stealthily as she could manage. Since the plague human beings were a bit of a rarity, and this one was a man, she...
Anyhow, I decided to sell her. I had tried begging and bribes and slapping her around. Nothing worked. She was inert in bed and lazy when awake. So I got a couple of pills in her, stuck her frilly nightgown in my pocket and hustled her down the steps at the Legion hall. We were welcomed with a smile. Admittance was free if you brought one to sell, a hundred if you didn't. I got a paddle number and a sticker for her, stripped her down, tossed her clothes in the trash and handed her the...
Kate took a sip of coffee, the mug was almost empty, she could taste the grains of coffee that sunk to the bottom. Kate turned her head to look at her phone, it displayed a text from Gwen which read, “Sorry, had to visit my doctor and it took forever, on my way.” Kate knew Gwen for years and this was nothing like her. First of all, Kate was never late, the girl was a living, breathing, atomic clock. Secondly, the doctor? She was as healthy as a mere as far as Kate knew. Kate signaled the waiter...
"Right here is perfect," Brett told Paul as they stood atop of the hill. "I could not have placed this high ground in a better place. Just look at the view!" "It is very impressive," Paul agreed, looking out towards town. The hill was on the northeast side of the town, about a half mile from the corner of the concrete wall and about a quarter mile from the eastbound lanes of Interstate 80 to the north. The summit of the rocky, sparsely vegetated rise stood approximately 400 feet above...
"Oh come on," Brett chided, his words more than a little slurred, "put more than that in there!" Michelle giggled, upending the tequila bottle a tad more and letting another half ounce of the liquid run into the orange juice glass. "I don't weigh as much as you do," she said, her words considerably more slurred than his. "Don't you know that therapeutic," it took her three tries to spit this word out, "dosage is based on weight, goddammit?" "It sounds to me like you can't...
Just across the road from the main gate of the Garden Hill subdivision was the hilly, wooded area where the community gathered most of its firewood. Many of the trees here had been knocked down by the high winds that had occurred the first few days after the impact. Every day a work crew of five or six people, mostly women but always with an armed man to guard them, spent a few hours hacking away at these trees with chainsaws and axes. Though the women had protested vehemently at first that...
It was nearly two o'clock when a weary and sore Brett found Paul in the community center. Paul had converted one of the empty conference rooms into a makeshift hospital to house the wounded. Dale, Sherri, and Michelle were lying on cots in the room, all of them covered with blankets, their various injuries bandaged up as best as possible. None of the three were conscious when he came in. The wounded prisoner had been bandaged up as well, but he was not housed with the others. He was housed...
It had been twelve days since they had observed the strange battle for Garden Hill and Lieutenant Bracken's platoon was now nearly in sight of home. Weary from more than three weeks out in the field, they emerged from the heavily wooded hills above town and onto the black surface of Interstate 80, near an exit sign for Bell Road, which skirted the edge of the foothill community. Less than a mile ahead of them was the outer defensive perimeter for the town, a perimeter that was aligned along...
One of the features of the law enforcement package that had been installed in the MD-500 was a programmable VHF radio system that could transmit on nearly any frequency as long as the operator knew what that particular frequency was. As such, with the assistance of a manual from Paul's fire engine, Jason, sitting in the passenger seat of the chopper, was able to talk to Paul and Matt who were two thousand feet below listening to a fire department portable radio. Of course the VHF repeater...
"Don't let anyone try to fault you, Bracken," Barnes said as he puffed on a cigar. "You did the right thing by aborting the mission. It may not be glorious to turn away from a fight, but you stayed within our doctrine and brought everyone home." "Yes, sir," Bracken said, sipping from a bottle of beer and taking a puff of his own stogy. "Some of the other men wanted to push ahead anyway, but I figured a forty percent casualty rate was a conservative estimate for that kind of...
It was thirty minutes before dark when Bracken reentered Barnes' office. The discovery of the death of Kelly and the apparent escape by Jean and Anna had taken place twelve hours before and Bracken had spent the day with a full platoon of soldiers trying to track his traitorous wives down so they could be hanged. "No sign at all huh?" Barnes asked as he looked at his wet and muddy and now wifeless subordinate. He had been following the results of the search on a radio set on his...
Guard position 1 sat atop Hill 1514 outside the northwest perimeter of Garden Hill. The hill itself was sparsely populated with pine and redwood trees and rose five hundred feet above the rooftops of the town. The guard bunker was a four-foot trench that stretched thirty feet north to south at the summit of the hill. Sandbags lined the front and back of the trench and a camouflaged cover had been placed over the top of it and covered with tree branches and mud. Openings in the sandbag walls...
Brett was finding that he was having a major time-management problem as the frantic, pre-battle preparations were being undertaken in and around the town. There were many things that required his attention and his attention alone and only twenty-four hours in each day to do them all. The bulk of his daytime hours were being spent behind the controls of the helicopter. In the three days since the deal had been struck with El Dorado Hills he had logged more than thirty flight hours. In a...
"Brad, this shit is fuckin' crazy. I can't fuckin' take it anymore," said Private Rodney Lexington, one of the most junior members of the Placer County Militia. He was talking to his best friend, Brad Zachary, also a private and also a junior member. The two men had grown up together in Grass Valley and had been captured together there when the militia took that particular town. They had been assigned to entirely different platoons within the militia at the beginning of the march but the...
"Sir," Corporal Wilhelm, the leader of third platoon, spoke up hesitantly. "What?" Stu asked, annoyed at being interrupted while making attack plans. "Do you have something to add?" "Well, sir," Wilhelm told him, "we don't... uh... have quite enough men to do what you're planning." "What?" Stu asked, glaring at him. What the hell did he mean, not enough men? He had five fucking platoons didn't he? One less than he had started the battle with, but still five. "My platoon is...
"What are we going to do?" Sherrie asked, trying not to let panic overcome him. "Is there any way to land this thing without those pedal thingies?" "Well, there's an auto-rotational landing," Brett said, "but that's not really the ideal solution." "What's an auto-rotational landing?" Sherrie wanted to know, locking onto that in desperation. "If it'll get us down, let's do it." "That means he cuts the power and lets us fall to the ground," Jason said. "At the last...
It was approaching 4:00 PM on the afternoon following the battle and Brett was in a room in the El Dorado Hills elementary school that had been converted to a hospital room. It had once been one of the smaller classrooms just off of the former administration area. The desks had been removed and replaced with a four portable beds of varying type. The one that Brett was lying on had once been someone's hide-a-bed. His closest neighbor, Susan, who was only four feet away, was lying in a cot....
Okay last week we met Kevin and followed him through his trials with his first love. We left Kevin as he moved away from his home town after a heart-breaking betrayal. We pick up with Kevin starting a new life in Michigan. For the first month, I lived in a highway motel. After I got my first paycheck I moved into an apartment. It was much better but it didn’t feel like a home. The pace of life in Michigan was very different. My neighbors in the building came and went and rarely, if ever,...
Theresa Everything on my body hurt. I was about to reach for the bottle I kept in the drawer beside my bed when the door opened. My father came in with a defeated look on his face. He shook his head and I knew what that meant. “He said no?” I asked in shock. “Well ... not exactly,” he mumbled. “A lot has happened since he left here, Theresa. I get the idea that if he could, he’d come and get you. There ain’t no doubt in my mind that he still loves ya’...” He hesitated. “Honey ... I know...
A sequel to Tears of a Clone by Csquared Ten years had passed since the day the Survivors had decided to depart their planet. Ten years had they been searching for Earth, for their long forgotten ancestors. Ten years had they failed miserably at getting anywhere close to their destination. Of the two hundred brave souls who had agreed to leave everything they knew behind on the long shot that they would find Earth with their corrupted navigational charts and faulty computer systems, only...
After lunch we all sat facing the telly. We soon saw Kim Beazley rising to ask the first question: "Is my honourable colleague aware of the fact that a member of the CSIRO was fired upon by illegal Chinese immigrants in Western Australia this past weekend?" It went downhill from there. Beazley, after all, was from Perth. Howard attempted his (usual?) bluster and Beazley let Kevin Rudd level the next volley: "A member of the CSIRO who has volunteered his services to the Australian military,...
I was in my office before nine the next morning. There was two full weeks' worth of 'while you were out slips, ' mostly trash. I sorted through them, retaining about a half-dozen. When Mona arrived I asked her to sit down so that we could chat. "I need some advice." "Gordy, you're the Professor, you're the CSIRO officer, you're pretty much a national hero. What in the world can I help you with?" "Reality." "Reality?" "Yes. This past two weeks aren't real. Twenty years ago...
I called Beazley's office. A pleasant voice took my name and was back on almost immediately. "Mr. Beazley will be right with you, Dr. Hollister." "Dr. Hollister? This is Kim Beazley." "Gordy, please, sir. I'm honoured to talk to you." "Now you're dishing guff. Don't forget I'm from Perth, not from an eastern city. Anyroad, I want to speak to you. I think it's important that people become aware of how underhanded this government has become." "Yes, sir." "But more...
"Have I got a tale for you!" Weena exclaimed as I walked in. "Okay. You first." "Rick called." "Rick?" "Of Rick and Sue." "Right." "He said he'd been in touch with his friends and one of the men who spoke to Perk is ASIS!" The Australian Secret Intelligence Service (= CIA or MI6) is part of the Ministry for Foreign Affairs. Its charter says that it will: Protect and promote Australia's vital interests through the provision of unique foreign intelligence services as...
Thursday at SciTech had been bizarre. The kids wanted to know if I was a 'war hero.' The staff (depending on their politics) thought I was a 'traitor' or a 'victim of state oppression.' I think those were the extremes. When I got home, Patrick was sitting on the grass, digging with a soup spoon. "Urms," he said. "Right, worms," I responded to my budding invertebrate zoologist. "Go fish with gra'pa?" "Not today." Ah, a sportsman! "Want to come in and clean up?" "Sure."...
After about an hour I was summoned into the kitchen where Martha and Weena each had a mug of tea. "No catastrophe?" I asked. "No. Just girl-talk," said 'she-who-must-be-obeyed'. "Did you talk to Angus?" Martha nodded. "So, will it be tomorrow or Sunday?" "Tomorrow, if it's still okay, please." "Of course it's still okay! What might have changed?" "Gordy! Stop teasing her! She's nervous enough." "Yes, dear." "Martha?" "Yes?" "Have you had lunch with...
We left Patrick with Martha when we went off to shop in the morning. When we got back, I cleaned out the residue in the grill, loaded it with charcoal and some gum, and seasoned the lamb. I then rescued Patrick to give Martha time to make herself beautiful (only five or six hours to go) and Weena an opportunity to straighten things a bit, put together a snack lunch, and get herself ready. I had just settled down when the phone rang. "Hey, Willy! How are you? How's the old man ... and the...
I just tossed a coat over my short-sleeved shirt and took a changed and re-dressed Patrick in my nearly-healed left arm and went to the car. I hoped Angus wouldn't think me rude, but I was sure that he'd stay with Weena and Martha to see me on the big screen. Patrick had graduated to a kiddie seat and I buckled him in. We got to the station only a bit past six. "Dr. Hollister?" the guard at the door asked. "Yes." "Sue's just gone on. They're in Studio 1. Right there." He pointed...
Sunday was total chaos. The reasons might not have been those for the tumult at the beginning of Anna Karenina, but I'm sure the nuttiness was much the same. My mum was first — before 8 am, as she'd forgotten about the time difference. She was more worried by my arm than anything else. I showered and shaved, dressed and went down to breakfast. Weena had already fed Patrick. I took the phone and sat down near him — but not near enough that he could smear his breakfast on my shirt. Weena...
I was at the office a bit before nine. Mona had come in already and greeted me with: "A star is born!" "Not quite," I responded. "But I'm expecting an important call today." I took a mug of coffee and was throwing away reminders when the phone rang and Mona buzzed me. "It's a Mr. Glen Kelly, CEO of the South West Aboriginal Land and Sea Council," she said. I pushed the button. "Mr. Kelly, Gordy Hollister." "Hey! I saw you being interviewed by Sue on...