One Night in Bangkok
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Wednesday:
Doug:
The doorbell ringing at 9:45 that Wednesday evening initiated the unraveling of my wife's deception, although she did not realize it yet.
I answered the door to find myself facing a man and a woman dressed in reasonably normal business attire, although the clothing was somewhat out of style and obviously well-worn. I immediately got the idea that these two were with the police; not so much from their appearances, but from the fact that this was the week that Frank and I had agreed upon to execute our campaign of payback.
"Good evening, Sir," said the woman. "Are you Mr. Douglas Franklin?"
"Yeah, I am Doug Franklin. May I ask who you are and what this visit to my house at this time of evening ... unannounced as well, I might add ... is all about?" I had to play the ignorant fool, even though I had a good idea what was coming next.
"Who is it, Honey?" came the voice of Joyce, my wife ... the lying, deceitful ... well, anyway ... she had been really nervous all evening ... more about her later. She was wiping her hands on a kitchen towel as she came into the front room into which the front doorway opened.
"I don't know yet ... Sweetheart," I said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. As she came up beside me, she had a frown on her face.
"Are you Mrs. Joyce Franklin?" asked the woman at the door, shifting her attention from me to my wife. The man with her still had not said anything and looked bored--if anything--with the whole situation.
"Look," I said, trying to feign annoyance and cover my inner glee at what I suspected this was about, "you have been asking questions here on my front porch and have yet to tell me just who you are and what this is about."
With a resigned sigh, the woman withdrew her hand from her shoulder bag; and the man behind her pulled his hand out of the inside pocket of his sport jacket. When they both flipped their hands in what appeared to be a synchronized and practiced manner, two police badges caught the illumination of the front porch light fixture.
I heard Joyce, my wife, groan to herself as the woman said, "I am Detective Sergeant O'Neal and this is Detective Scurry, and we are investigating an assault that occurred earlier today. And we would like to ask you and Mrs. Franklin some questions."
I had practiced my put-on expression of surprise a couple of times over the past few days in front of the mirror, and now was the opportunity to see if it went over without arousing any suspicions.
"What assault? And why would you believe that my wife or I would know anything about such a thing?" I said with rising irritation--also well-practiced--in my expression and voice.
I glanced around to look at Joyce and saw that her face had lost all color and that she wore an expression of stark terror. She was looking away from all of us and appeared to be about to hyperventilate.
The male detective spoke up at this point. "The assault took place early this afternoon, resulting in severe trauma to the victim. In one of his few lucid moments before he went in for surgery, he identified Joyce Franklin as the primary witness to what happened to him. This has also been corroborated by several other witnesses at the scene of the event in question."
Still pretending ignorance and surprise, I said, "Who was this ... victim? I mean ... my wife ... the primary witness ... what... ?" At this, I paused--just as an honestly startled husband should pause--and continued to play the role of the ignorant fool, as part of the scene that was now bringing my wife's little secret world down around her ears.
"Mrs. Franklin, what is nature of your relationship with a Mr. William Gerardo, and what were you and he doing together when he was assaulted in the back parking lot of the Newton Motel on King Street this afternoon?" asked the Detective Sergeant O'Neal.
Well! That was blatant. She was obviously going for shock and awe.
There is was; out in the open. No getting away from it now.
Joyce let out an anguished sob and it appeared as if she were going to pass out.
I just turned my head slowly back toward my wife and looked at her with an expression of curiosity and surprise (at least I hope I did okay with those looks), that slowly turned to alarm and then anger, as she began to bawl openly and back away slowly from me.
Friday:
Frank:
Fridays are usually a bit less hectic than the other work days in the week, so I was not particularly busy that day in the middle of the afternoon when my secretary, Jan, told me that I had a call on line 1.
"Frank Simmons," I said.
"Mr. Simmons, this is Deputy Gibson, with the Cherokee County Sherriff's Office. Could I schedule a few moments of your time this afternoon or evening?" said the husky voice on the other end of the call.
"Deputy Gibson, I don't understand. Just what is the nature of your request?" I asked, already realizing that Doug must have held up his end of the bargain already if I was getting a call like this one.
"I'd rather wait and tell you in person, Mr. Simmons. Could I drop by your residence later to speak to you this afternoon or evening? Also, it might be best if Mrs. Simmons is available for this as well; in fact, she really needs to be there for this meeting," he said somewhat evasively.
I was glad that he could not see the smile of satisfaction on my face as I said, "Well, I must say that I am confused, but curious. Of course, you may come by. Is 7:00 okay? My wife, Sybil, works during the day, but she is usually at home in the late afternoon and evening. We both should be home by the time you get there."
"7:00 p.m. it is, Mr. Simmons. See you then." And then the connection was broken.
I hung up the phone, swung my chair around, stood up, and took a deep, satisfying breath as I gazed out the window of my office.
"Tonight, Bitch. It all comes out in the open tonight," I thought.
Then I realized that I would have to play out my part completely. I would have to call home to alert Sybil to the coming visit of a Sherriff's Deputy or else she might suspect ... rightly ... that I was setting her up.
The home phone rang four times and went to voicemail. This was strange; Sybil was supposed to be home by this time of the afternoon. Maybe she was simply in the bathroom. I called again five minutes later and got the same result. I waited ten more minutes and then I left a message telling her that I would be home at about 6:15 and told her about the call from Deputy Gibson and my lack of knowledge about anything concerning the pending visit.
As I hung up, I grinned to myself as I thought about how oh, so like an unsuspecting husband I had sounded as I had left that message with just the right amount of concern in my voice.
Back to Wednesday:
Doug:
I had allowed the fury that had built up within me to be let out in the form of ranting and yelling at my cowering and crying bride. To ensure that I did nothing more than scream, I made sure to vent my feelings to the fullest all while Detectives O'Neal and Scurry were still around to serve as protectors of Joyce, and witnesses to my restraint in not getting physical with her.
After I had finished my histrionics and had visibly calmed down, and after giving the detectives all the answers that I could provide, I had left the front room and gone upstairs. There, since I had already pretty well decided what I was planning to pack to take with me, the hasty packing of clothes and toiletries was easy.
Then I had to make a great show of leaving. It did not take long before I was stomping down the stairs dramatically with my suitcase in hand and my backpack with my laptop computer and some documents I would need for a few days.
Joyce was still caterwauling on the sofa in the front room.
As the story had come out, with the help of the two detectives, it would seem that my wife had been to the Newton Motel twice in her life. On both occasions, she had been there to have sex with one Bill Gerardo. The end of the second visit had been rather more eventful than she had ever imagined or expected.
It would seem that, after Gerardo and she had left the motel room today and had split up to go to their separate cars, a hooded man had appeared from behind a van parked next to Gerardo's Lexus, surprising Gerardo when he was turned toward his car. The unidentified man had carried a baseball bat in one hand and had not appeared to care that Joyce saw him.
For the next few minutes, the hooded man had beaten Gerardo severely, badly bruising his ribs, breaking his left arm and right leg, and paying special attention to Gerardo's groin area once the victim was on the ground. Following the beating, strangely, the assailant had not attempted to rob Gerardo. He had simply looked up at Joyce with the bat propped on his shoulder and had shaken his head at her. Joyce, for her part, had remained frozen in place and speechless with terror.
After the hooded man had turned and run to the lot of the adjacent convenience store and had disappeared behind it, several people had begun to notice the wounded Gerardo and one or two had come over to help. Two others had simply stood back and taken cell phone pictures and video.
People had finally noticed Joyce standing there, recognizing that she had been there with Gerardo, and several phones had captured her image.
According to witnesses, she had finally broken free of the grip of her terror and had turned in panic to get into her Corolla. It had take quite a bit of frantically trying to get the key in the lock before she was able to get the door unlocked and open, and then to scramble in and get the car started. Once the engine had finally turned over, she had sped away from the lot, with one or two people's phones capturing images of her car, including her license place.
It seems that, according to Detectives O'Neal and Scully, Mr. Gerardo had drifted in and out of consciousness on his way to the hospital in the ambulance and had said the words, "Joyce" and "Amy" alternately. He had been awake only once in the regional hospital's ER long enough to answer a couple of questions for police and mention Joyce Franklin's name before he was being wheeled into surgery.
"So, Mrs. Franklin ... once again, I need to ask ... what was the nature of your meeting with Mr. Gerardo?" Detective O'Neal had asked with an expressionless look at my wife.
"I ... I..." she had swallowed and had looked at me with the saddest expression I had ever seen her wear. She had then whispered, "Doug ... I am so sorry ... I..." Then she had looked away and begun crying again.
Only when I had begun yelling at her, asking what the hell this had all been about had she finally relented and admitted that she had been at the hotel with Gerardo for sex, but I had been too incensed to listen to her when she had tried to say, "But it is not what you think..."
Yeah, I had thought; right out of the infidelity manual of instructions, under things to say when you get caught cheating. That was when I had begun to put on my show of going upstairs to pack and leave.
I was remembering all this as I drove away from our home of the previous four years--one year of living together followed by three years of supposedly happy marriage--after only about a half hour following the arrival of the two detectives. Now, I was headed to my already-arranged hotel room for a week's stay.
Regardless of how things turned out when all this was over, I needed to be away from the house right now in order to keep alive the subterfuge. I also had to prepare myself psychologically to carry through on my part of the agreement with Frank. I had to get my 'game face' on.
Forward to Friday again:
Frank:
When I got home Friday afternoon, after having received the call from Deputy Gibson, I discovered several not really surprising--or unexpected--things.
First, Sybil, my wife of eight years, was not there. Her car was not there either. After I had dropped my gym bag and had stopped in the kitchen to grab a Yuengling out of the fridge, I had looked at the wall phone in the kitchen and had seen the blinking light--no doubt indicating my voicemail message from earlier.
Passing through the den, I got the impression that something was slightly out of kilter, but I was still too jacked up with anger to dwell on it. I climbed the stairs to our bedroom and sat down on the bed to take off my shoes. I stripped off my shirt and tossed it toward the hamper--missing it, of course. I took down my pants and, when I went to hang them up in the closet, I noticed that Sybil's clothes were gone.
I sighed and turned back to the bedroom. Looking in her dresser, I saw that all her underwear and stuff was gone too. When I got back downstairs after dressing in some slacks and a polo shirt, along with my moccasins and no socks, I then realized why the den had been different--several knickknacks, pictures, and other items of Sybil's were missing.
Ah, well. Good riddance, I guess. I should have been sad; after all we had spent a quarter of our lives together. But I was still just too pissed at the time; and, after all, I still had a part to play in front of Deputy Gibson when he got here in a little while.
"Mr. Simmons," Deputy Gibson asked, "when did you find out about your wife's affair with Mr. Philip Avery?"
"My wife's ... what ... affair? Avery?" I put on the well-practiced confused and surprised look. "You mean ... my wife is cheating on me? Who... ?"
Then I gave a visible deep inhalation of breath, closed my eyes for a second, and did my best to appear to be trying to remain calm--although I was laughing my ass off inside.
Finally...
"Before you said anything just now, Deputy, I had no idea that my ... wife was having an affair." Then I opened my eyes and looked at him, after having rubbed my eyes with the forefinger and thumb of my right hand; the forefinger and thumb that I had coated in Tabasco sauce right before the Deputy had rung my doorbell. My eyes were now visibly red and tears were forming when I addressed him.
"I guess that her ... lover ... is this ... what did you say his name was ... Avery?" He nodded slightly. I whispered as I sat down heavily, "No. I ... I had no idea."
"May I speak to Mrs. Simmons, Sir?" Gibson asked. "Maybe she can shed some light on our investigation. Is she here? We will need her statement as well."
I shook my head and tried to appear dazed. "She ... when I got home, she was gone; along with all her things. I ... I guess she has left me. That's all I can make of this." Now was the time to switch gears emotionally, if I were to carry this off for the benefit of the Deputy. It was time for the aggrieved husband to strike out in righteous anger.
"Just WHEN did the Sherriff's office begin investigating the dalliances of slut wives who whore themselves out while their ... BELOVED and trusting fools of husbands work to provide for them?" I stood and began to pace and wave my arms to add to the dramatic look of things. Then I paused to give the Deputy my best snarling look.
He was obviously a veteran of many of these types of situations, as he was not fazed a bit. In fact, he looked slightly bored by the whole thing.
"Mr. Simmons, we do not investigate cases of adultery, or 'dalliances, ' as you call them. But we do investigate matters when those dalliances may be the instigating cause behind felony aggravated assault and battery, and possibly attempted murder," he said without raising his voice one bit. But he was watching me closely as he said all this.
Once again, I put on the surprised look. To quote Captain Renault from the movie, Casablanca, silently in my head, "I'm shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on in here."
"Deputy, I am shocked ... absolutely shocked to find out that my wife has been cheating on me. But, do you really think that she hurt her lover; tried to kill him?" I asked, knowing how ridiculous it sounded.
Deputy Gibson almost smiled as he drawled out, "Noooo. I don't think that she did anything like that. What I am trying to find out is just who else might have had a motive to do something like that. For instance," here he looked piercingly at me, "the aggrieved husband, maybe?"
Okay, it's Oscar time!
"Wh ... I ... Deputy, I assure you; I had no idea that this ... affair was going on. And I CERTAINLY am not a violent man. And just when did this assault supposedly take place, if I may ask?"
Deputy Gibson paused for about ten seconds; obviously gauging my response and thinking about just how much to tell me as he assessed my possible guilt in this matter. "It took place at a motel parking lot out on Lone Tree Road at about eight-thirty yesterday evening.
"It seems that the motel has a bar attached to it; and the victim, Mr. Philip Avery, was a regular there, often meeting with Mrs. Simmons, I am sad to report." Deputy Gibson really did not look sad at all about telling me this. Then he continued.
"He had only had two drinks yesterday evening, in the company of your wife, I might add. They both seemed agitated, according to the bartender. They finished their drinks, and then he walked out to his car in the parking lot just a few minutes after she had left on her own.
"An eyewitness in the parking lot says that a man wearing a black ski mask, and wielding what looked like a baseball bat, assaulted Mr. Avery by striking him high in the back. Then, once the victim was on the ground, the masked man proceeded to beat Mr. Avery all over his body. He avoided the head, but seemed to take particular delight in striking Mr. Avery's testacles." Here the Deputy paused and seemed to wait for me to show some sign of emotion--maybe shock, outrage, or guilt.
"It's been our experience, Mr. Simmons," Gibson continued again, "that this type of attack, and the physical targeting of the beating, is indicative of a cuckold husband taking his revenge on his wife's lover."
I couldn't help myself. I actually flinched at the word 'cuckold.' But, other than that, I was able to maintain my expression, combining innocence and incredulity at my circumstances.
"Deputy," I finally said, "I ... I am still trying to process all of this, so forgive me if I sound strained right now. I mean ... what with my wife leaving me ... and finding out..." I let my voice trail off.
Nodding in feigned sympathy, the Deputy gave me a look that hinted at the idea of, 'Go on ... and?' obviously looking to see if I would rise to the bait and maybe confess to something.
"I can assure you that I had no connection to the incident you have described last night..." I said with a sigh, "other than the connection that you have alleged about my ... wife's knowledge and ... relationship with this guy, Avery. But, last night, I was in my office with my office manager, Janet Barkley, finalizing our business tax filing documents until almost ten p.m. Just contact her, and she can verify my whereabouts during the time frame that you describe."
Deputy Gibson simply nodded and said, "Yeah; I already talked to her just after you left your office this afternoon and before coming over here. She already provided you with your alibi."
Now, I had to show anger in order not to give away anything else. "What do you mean; you ... you already talked to her? Then, what was all this about asking me all of these questions, and hinting that maybe I was involved?"
"Hey, hey, Mr. Simmons," Gibson said, now stepping back and leaning back a bit to give himself some room to react if I got violent with him. "We have to check out everything in these cases. And, you have to understand that, based on many past cases of this type, the aggrieved husband is usually the primary suspect until something else comes up."
"And now, I presume, something else has come up? I mean now that you know where I was during this assault?" I asked, still showing anger, but demonstrating restraint as well.
"Let's just say that we now need to pursue other avenues of investigation, and leave it at that ... for now," he said. Ah, still trying to rattle me.
"Well," I had to do the 'indignant' bit now. "If you have anything more to suspect me of, and you wish to ask me anything, you can do so through my lawyer!"
"Calm down, Mr. Simmons," Gibson said, with the upraised hands, trying to pretend that he meant to ease my hurt feelings with his gesture, and still not raising his voice. "I don't think it will come to that. By the way, if Mrs. Simmons DOES contact you, I would ask that you tell her to contact the Cherokee County Sherriff's Office, and I would ask you to let me know too about any contact with her." At this, he handed me his card.
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Once again I find myself standing in my doorway, wearing only a robe, waving as you back down the drive. Watching until I can no longer see your rental car. Wondering how long until you will return to me. My long distance lover. My virtual playmate. This bittersweet parting seems to get more painful with each visit. I move through the house turning off the t.v. and the lights left on in the morning’s haste to make your flight. I move as if in a dream, remembering each touch, each embrace, each...
Molly Little has gotten engaged and she has hired Ophelia Kaan to help her plan her wedding. The girls are talking about the bachelorette party when Ophelia suggests a stripper. Molly begins asking whether it can be a girl when her stepbrother, Tyler Cruise, walks in. Ophelia suggests Tyler could do it, and while Tyler is enthusiastic, Molly is not. To defuse the situation, Ophelia offers Molly a gift: A bouquet dildo. They’ve been super flirty all day, so when Ophelia tells Molly they...
xmoviesforyouDavid James moved up behind the skimpily clad, statuesque brunette and slid his arm around her waist. The girl, Emma Harris, flinched slightly and then appeared to relax as David whispered in her ear, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." David allowed his hand to drift upwards towards the girl's naked breast. In his opinion one of the few good things about the approaching Sa'arm invasion had been the sudden appearance of flesh amongst the female population. A fashion change that...
SO FAR: Divorcee Hope Honeybun’s interest in young Mr Carson is that Nash writes a little and seems to have a worldly attitude so she commissions him to write a novel based on her colorful and turbulent life, much of which spans the time she has lived in the valley. Nash hears with interest about the development of the valley and about her lusty father and his women and reasons he must probe to find out about Hope’s sex life. It appears this is a Valley of Sinners. He has indulged himself in...
I was running late. Though thats like saying 'every day starts with a sunrise'...it always happens. I'd managed to gather all my clothes into a couple of suitcases, and one big black bin bag, and take them to my brothers. Then it was back to the university library with a stack of ten books. And a £20 late fine. I was fine then, plenty of time nothing to worry about, I could get the bus and be over at Jo's in ten minutes. I walked from the library through the university atrium and out about to...
Her Master attached her leash and so did the other owners and they walked onto the boat. The captain was a fat small man, who leered at the women as they crossed onto his boat. She could smell his foul smelling breath. They made their way to the rear of the boat and the owners went and stood in the shelter of the boathouse leaving their slaves exposed to the elements on the deck. The man started the engine and they set off from the jetty. They set out to sea and the seas got choppy,...
The day I met him was a big day. It was the day I moved out of my parents' house and into my college dorm. The first week at school was only freshman, so that we could adjust to college life before the upperclassmen moved in. Having always been interested in older guys, I assumed it would be a dull week in terms of meeting hot guys. That day we had to attend a mandatory "alcohol awareness seminar." The girl in the room across the hall and I walked to the campus center and found seats in the...
Oral SexBANG! THuDthUDTHUD "Dammit! Open up you fuckos. I'm hungry. FOOD! Ed, the Tick is on in half an hour. Why the hell aren't you up yet? And why is your door locked? It's never locked! Dammit! Ed! Get up." POUNDPOUNDthud. "And bring Sam's floppy disks!" Ah yes, Alan's Saturday morning ritual. Going to bed after Ed and I, getting up early to pound on our door, to herald the arrival of his favorite Saturday morning cartoon. As usual, I ignored him. Also as usual, Ed didn't, sleepily...
Chapter 3 COMPLICATIONS When the phone rang late in the afternoon I was so emotionally beaten my initial thought was “what next?” It was Kate phoning to tell me she would be staying one more day to finish her installation. She said she should be back by dinner tomorrow. Ten minutes later the phone rang again. It was Alicia asking if Kate called. “Yes, just now, how did you…” I said before being interrupted. “Just a hunch. Did you say anything?” Alicia said, “Phil called me to tell me he...
Then she tried with her old boy friend and then with Mr Vijay Kumar to have a child but all her efforts were fruitless as ever. Then she went to Her sister who was blessed with a baby girl to assist her in raising her baby In Part 8 you Read Anita had told Zeenat that could I guess that this ashram visit would actually be a shameful remembrance for me lifelong. The way I was exploited in the name of "diksha", in the name of "treatment", and in the name of "jagya" makes me feel so...
Sarah and I talked after we got the kids down, over two glasses of wine. She told me the whole story, including the fact that Carrie was transgender. I was completely surprised. She didn’t look like what I thought a transgender would look like, she just looked like a regular young woman. No, she looked like a hot young woman. I looked in on myself, and knew I couldn’t judge. My first sexual relationship was with an older woman. It didn’t last, and I convinced myself to stay off the girls’...
The mountains and forests of New Hampshire are beautiful in the summer. We had been enjoying the sights and activities of the White Mountain National Forest for the last four days; hiking, exploring, and kayaking on the streams and trails around the little town our B&B was in. The trip had been somewhat last minute, a week away without any kids or job distractions. The hiking was especially nice up there. Whereas at home, hiking in any location meant crowded paths and not always pleasant...
Wife Lovers“Time to go,” Ethan bellowed, sticking his head in the playroom door. He had spent an hour picking out the perfect outfits for all three of his subs. For Tei, a simple halter mini dress in dark purple with banding about the waist. Lottie was wearing a hot pink mini skirt with a black tank and cardigan. Bree was to wear a black sleeveless dress with large dramatic red polka dots, one of her own dresses since they had not been able to shop for her yet, though he thought it was perfect on her....
Chapter Five Awana had sent Druna to inform the head of her tribe of their imminent arrival. The squire had returned with good news: Simona and Artemisia were already in the village, and to honor the Amazons the chief had decided to organize a day of competitions and dances. The column was marching behind Rodrigo and Awana, with the soldiers at its sides. Rodrigo had to hold Mkomo’s reins firmly: the giantess was so eager to meet her people that every now and when a hearty tug on her neck was...
I am Nirmal of age 20, a typical rural Bengali boy from Nalhati, a small town of Birbhum district in West Bengal. I am a science student, studying at Rampurhat college. I am the only child of my father and mother. This place, Nalhati is well known for the temple of famous Nalateswari, a mystic form of Goddess Kali and also one of the 51 Sati Pithas in India. It is an important centre for Tantric Hinduism. In previous days human sacrifice was regular here, but after the decade of 1960 it...
IncestLooking for a place to stay in a college town the weekend before classes started was practically pointless. The only thing really left were the really crappy apartments that no one wanted, and family homes which weren't all that close to the campus. We had taken a limo since I figured James would get a big kick out of riding in it and hoped he would pass the time watching TV. Well, I was half right. He loved the limo, but after the twins had surprised us by waking us up in their usual...
A few second after knocking on her door, her mom answered and directed me towards their basement. Although I had no desire to see "Chicago", what she wanted to watch, I was desperate to hang out with my sexy friend. As I walked down the stairs leading to her basement I saw she was wearing tight jeans that made her ass look even better then even I had imagined possible. This was accompanied by a tight top that left nothing to the imagination. When she heard me coming down the stairs she...
Life was okay before I lost my Mom I was a teenager and in my final year of high school I liked to play soccer and was on the team and it was when Mom was coming to pick me up from practice that it happened a drunk driver ran a stop sign and smashed into the drivers side of her car she was killed instantly I found out all this later when after a long time Jerry who was Mom's second husband showed up he looked bad and had been crying I could tell he said something bad happened to your Mom she...
As they walked in the dust of the goats, Zithrusa had John practice with her bow, designating one arrow as a practice arrow, removing it's head and binding it with sinew to prevent it from splitting. John shot that arrow again and again, getting better and better at hitting his mark, and strengthening his arms. After they arrived at the now abandoned meeting spot they learned that the family was heading for an off season camp about four weeks away. They had left two days before, so they...
His eyes quickly shot back when I gasped slightly, a shiver going down straight from my breasts to my crotch as Travis rubbed his splayed palms in a circular motion over my tightened nipples. I watched him lick his lips, obviously becoming aroused at my exposure and humiliation. “I hear you’ve been harassing my administrative assistant in the elevator.” Mr. Shaver’s stern voice contrasted greatly with his casual pose behind his desk. I watched the confusion and worry pass over...
I was awakened again by Suenee shaking my shoulder. There was barely enough light to see in the room. "You must return now," she said, when she saw that I was awake. I reached out and pulled her to me. She offered no resistance and came into my arms for a long kiss - but not too long. "Shower," she told me in a no-nonsense voice. We adjourned to the shower again. I was better prepared this time, but that water was still cold. We both showered and dried off. When I came out of the...
Krysta may have started the process of combining my house and her house into one big house, but all that meant was she began the paperwork. She was a police officer but had no special or superhero abilities to speed up the process. The city government would move at their typical slow pace. The next couple of months were great. I worked during the day and had sex with beautiful teenage girls during the night plus with a sexy mom. My personal dictionary definitely defined that as "great". I...
Brandon’s brother who he called ‘Tay’ stood at the edge of the bed while Brandon started putting on his boxers and pants then left the room closing the door behind him. I didn’t plan on fucking any of the other guys but I was really in to it and his dick looked yummy. Tay came and stood in front of me while I laid on my stomach on the sheetless bed. Without a second thought I wrapped my lips around his huge dick. Tay’s dick was as long as Brandon’s but I think he may have been a half inch...
I had the idea for this while writing "A Strangeness at the Sorority," but it just didn't fit into the story line. This would have been posted earlier, but I didn't like my first ending. The story uses language that may be offensive to some. It may be archived at any *free* archive site. Just let me know you're archiving it. A Reward of Wishes by Bill Hart part 1 I awoke, sweating profusely, with a start. It was dark outside. And for a moment or two, until I...
Nikki and I continued to keep constant contact, which isn’t all that hard seeing as though we live about 500 metres away from each other and we went to the same school. Anyways as you know (if not read Nikki and I More Than Friendly Cousins Part 1 inincest stories) Nikki and I are cousins who have slept together. The first school day after our little come together, pun intended, we met up at school, which was a little awkward, but we got through it. Nikki had a friend by her side by the name of...
First TimeOye Loca is back, and who better to return with than sexy Latina goddess, Annette Rios? She shows up at the airport and her host is eager to get her to the hotel to show her some extra intimate hospitality. There, she pops her juicy cunt open for our studs big dick and goes for a wild ride. Her eyes roll back in her head as his cock goes deeper into her tight muff, filling her up completely as she squeals in orgasmic pleasure. His cock has never felt better than when it is getting squeezed by...
xmoviesforyouThe bar was crowded for a Thursday night; Liz didn't usually agree to go out on a night other than a Saturday, but she had been suffering through a rough start to the week and she would be working Friday and Saturday and she felt like she deserved the drink.Nathan told her to meet him at Spill, so she parked just outside of the city and changed her flats for three-inch heels. She adjusted her skirt to make sure it wasn't riding up - by some miracle it still covered her butt even after the...
SpankingJo, from the right hand seat, brought the A-300 down gently on Mather's Runway 22L with only the slightest of thumps. It was 6:02 AM, exactly the time she'd put on the flight plan for arrival, and the sun was still forty-four minutes away from broaching the eastern horizon. Runway lights whizzed by outside as the nose wheel touched down and she transitioned from flying an aircraft to driving a ground vehicle. She deployed the reverse thrusters to slow them down as a matter of course, even...
I was 19 when one of my regulars a 60 something year old man told me he would pay me a lot of money if I would come to his house and have sex with his wife. He said she was like 10 years younger than him and had wanted a young woman. He told me she actually wanted an u******e g-irl but he was afraid of them getting arrested so he wanted me to pose as an u******e g-rl for her. Little did he know I was close to u******e because I had fake ID saying I was 23 when I was actually 19. I had never had...
Fantasies By strangefun WARNING: This story contains graphic depiction of depraved sexual acts, sisification, sexual abuse, humiliation and torture. Read at your own discretion! Some new toys have arrived in the mail yesterday. One of them is an eight-inch-long silicone dildo with balls, in my favorite color - hot pink. Today is Friday, and I am at work, squirming in my chair with the full length of that hot pink monster buried deep inside my ass, held in place by two pairs of...
‘Wake up, bitch!’ The words were followed immediately by a splash of cold water from a bucket that sat close by. Mia screeched and sputtered, lifting her head to glare at the man standing before her with the bucket. He was laughing at her, watching the water drip from her chin down to her naked breasts and off her nipples hardened by the combination of cold water and the night air. ‘She sure sounds like a woman.’ He grinned at the man with hm. Mia shook the water from her face, wiping off the...