Nandita To Nandini
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When I pulled out of the driveway that morning, I didn't know where I was going. Sharon had so destroyed my thinking process I couldn't think straight at all. Her revenge had been totally a surprise and complete in its effectiveness. I knew that she would have done what she did only if she was planning on leaving me.
I had packed my things in a hurry and when I left the house I heard her running to the front door. I didn't look back as I fired up the car and pulled out. The last thing I saw was her standing in the doorway crying.
I picked out the dive hotel just at random. Getting a room there for a couple of nights I crashed and slept. Fitful sleep that it was. I had dreams of me and Sharon, and in them I was trapped as Sharon danced around me laughing and teasing me. Then, there had been men there, taking her. All of them looking like that guy... what had she called him? Mark?
The next day I sat around and just tried to not think. It was impossible. I knew that I had really messed up when I had begun to cheat on Sharon with Gwen. I was sitting there, not sure what the next step was. Had Sharon done what she had to show me that she was through with me? Were we done? Had I thrown away all those good years for nothing?
Around noon I found myself in a local bar getting plowed. I paid no attention to anyone, just the glass in front of me. The only friend I seemed to have now was Jack Daniels and truthfully, he wasn't doing much for me.
I closed the bar down and staggered back to my room. Once there, I spent quite a few hours on the floor next to the dinghy toilet. I hadn't drank like this in a long time and obviously, I had drank too much.
I crashed eventually, and still my sleep was bad dreams and nightmares. The next morning I woke up with cotton mouth and one hell of a headache. Painfully aware of the drinking I had done the night before. Taking some aspirin, I crashed in bed and slept. I woke up later in the evening, hungry, and with a headache still.
I went out to a local greasy spoon and ate a bit. My head was pounding and I was lost in thought. Staring at the booth in front of me as I ate, I didn't notice the other person until they sat down in front of me.
Sharon sat there, a look of pain and suffering in her red rimmed eyes. Guiltily, I looked down at my plate. I was at a loss for words, wondering why she was here, how she had found me, why she had even gone looking for me. I also had a surge of anger like I had never had before.
"Jim." I said nothing. I didn't know what to say. I knew why she had done what she did, and I knew that my cheating had brought us to this. I wanted to just crawl away and die, and she wouldn't let me.
"Jim, please. We need to talk."
"What's to talk about Sharon? You found out that I was cheating on you. You got your revenge. I can't see us together anymore. Not now. I wasn't able to stay faithful and you had to do what you did to get even. Neither of us will trust each other again. What's the point?"
"Then, you don't want to try to keep our marriage together? You want to just give up? Go our separate ways? Is that it for us?"
"Keep our marriage together? Now? After I cheated on you? You got even, what more is there? Especially now, after the way you got even."
"You feel no love for me at all now then?"
"Sharon, I don't know what I feel right now. Your revenge shocked me. I never knew you were capable of doing what you did. How you did it was another thing too. Kind of... cruel, don't you think? I mean, while I cheated on you I at least tried to hide it from you. I didn't rub your face in it. That wasn't the act of a loving wife at all."
"What about you and that little slut? That wasn't cruel to me?"
Her voice rose as her anger got away from her. She stopped talking for a moment and visibly controlled herself. Glancing around she regained control of her emotions.
"Jim, I don't want to get angry and fight... especially here, in so public a place. Can we go home and talk?"
"Home? What home?"
"Please Jim. We need to talk, we have to figure out our next step."
"Look... I'm not sure I could forgive you for what you did, tying me up like you did, then extracting your revenge. You probably shouldn't forgive me for my cheating on you either. I'll find a place to stay and..."
"And what? Get divorced? Become statistics in a national average somewhere? Don't you love me anymore Jim? Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me anymore."
It was hard for me to look up. Looking into her eyes was the hardest thing I had done in a long time. The pain, and love that I saw looking back was startling at first. Shame flowed through me. How could I have ever cheated on my wife like I had? How could I have ever wanted to cause her this pain? Why had she felt she needed to cause me such pain in retaliation?
As I looked back down I knew she had seen into the depths of my soul. I couldn't lie to her with my eyes and she had known that. Sharon had done the one thing that would cause me to come home. Forced me to look into her eyes and face the pain, face the love, and face myself.
"Jim, come home. We'll talk. We need to talk. We can get past this. We can move on and rebuild what we had. You need to come home. Tonight."
I had serious doubts that I could go on with her now. The way she had gotten even had been too much... far too much. I also knew that I had to think about things and decide the best course of action for me now as well. I decided to go home for at least one night.
"I'll get my things... be home in a while."
"NO. WE will get your things and go home together."
"Sharon... why? Why would you come after me? After what I did, after your... getting even... why?"
"You don't get it? I still love you Jim. I really do. I'm pretty sure you still love me too. Come home. Come home with me."
That drive home was one of the quietest drives we had ever taken together. I was stewing over her and her lovers actions and the more I thought about what had happened, the more a core of anger began to grow.
By the time we got home I was about ready to jump and run again. The anger I felt toward Sharon was so intense, so hotly focused, I doubted that I'd ever get over it. How dare she tie me up and force me to watch her with another man. At least I had tried to hide my indiscretions, she instead had forced me to see her cheat on me.
That, and her lovers remarks... I wanted to kill him for the things he had said and intimated towards me. By the time I got inside my anger had been simmering for quite some time. Sharon was going on like nothing was wrong.
"Jim, what do you want for supper?"
"Not a God-damned thing. I'm not hungry."
"What's wrong?"
"YOU. That's what's wrong. Yes, I cheated on you. Yes that was wrong. But I never did it in front of you, I never did it to hurt you. Right now, I'm not sure why I did it, but I do know I never intended to hurt you. YOU on the other hand intended to hurt me, to belittle me. I'm so pissed at you right now I can hardly think straight."
"Oh."
"OH? That's all you have to say to me? OH?"
Sharon turned and walked out of the room. I sat down heavily in my easy chair. My thoughts were dark and that anger still burned deep down. I knew that I would run into that asshole someday, and I would get my revenge.
Sharon stayed away from me for the rest of the night. At bedtime, my anger still simmering, I decided to sleep in the guest bedroom. As I went into our bed room to get some things, I saw that chair... still where it had held me so short a time ago.
Seeing that chair brought back the memories of that humiliation and pain. I walked around it and got some things out of my dresser. Grabbing my pillow, I suddenly remembered seeing Sharon using it at one point to elevate her bottom for that... shuddering, I threw my pillow on the floor.
Sharon was sitting in her chair in the living room as I stormed by on my way to the guest bedroom.
"Going to bed are we?"
"I'M Going to be... in the guest bedroom. Alone. Stay the fuck away from me."
"Jim, you need to get over your anger."
"I need to get over my anger? You bitch. After what you did, and the way you did it... just stay away from me. I wish I hadn't let you talk me into coming back here. I'll be gone in the morning too, by the way."
She sat there like there was nothing wrong between us. Almost a smile on her lips as I stalked by. Sitting in the guest bedroom I suddenly got suspicious. Why was she so calm? Did she have something else planned for me now? I got up and locked the door to the bedroom. I also put a chair under the doorknob. No way was there anyone getting in here with me tonight.
My sleep was not very restful that night. I kept waking up, fearing that someone was standing over me, about to tie me up. By morning I felt ten times worse than the night before. As I got out of bed I was thinking about what my next move was going to be.
I wanted to beat the hell out of Sharon and Mark... but I knew that would only end up with me in jail. Revenge coursed through my blood, my feelings still full of that hot anger deep inside. Sharon had not only succeeded in destroying my love for her, she had brought out a type of anger I didn't know how to deal with.
I dressed, then after some personal care, I grabbed my suitcase, still unpacked from the night before, and took it out to my car. Tossing it inside, I walked back into the house and into our bedroom. Sharon was still asleep, so I move quietly, and gathered up a few more items of mine and then I left.
I drove for hours... not very far in distance, but around and around, just trying to think. I found myself near a park, and just sat there for a few more hours, not really thinking of anything, but remembering that night. I had to figure out what to do, but the memories of how Sharon had gotten even with me burned into my consciousness, causing me to relive my pain.
I know that I had wronged her, and didn't deserve to be treated well, but her revenge... it had gone too far. Too much had happened now and there was no way I would ever be able to forgive her.
Settling down on the bench I worked out a temporary plan. As I sat there in the park I realized that my marriage was over. Strangely, I didn't feel too broke up about it... now. Before, if Sharon hadn't been quite so... vengeful, there might have been a slight chance that we could have fixed things. Now... that bridge had been burned. Into my mind, into my heart.
I managed to get to the bank before Sharon did... and probably not by much. I moved out half of everything, allowing for the years we had been happy together. I couldn't bring myself to take everything, even though my lawyer probably could have figured out a way to do just that.
I next found a small apartment to rent. It was cheap as apartments go, and in a fair neighborhood. That made me think about my house. The house was in my name, and I knew that Sharon wouldn't be able to sell it without me signing papers, so I felt my investment was safe for now.
I called my lawyer later that day. The last time we had talked I had been working on setting up our retirement plans. Living wills and some other legal papers had needed to be done so I'd begun the work on those.
"Jim... how are you? All ready to come in and sign those living wills and stuff? Got 'em ready for you."
"Uh... actually no Sam. I'm needing a divorce lawyer now. That living will and those other papers are going to be on hold for quite some time."
"Divorce lawyer? Oh damn. I'm sorry to hear that Jim. I know of a few good ones, if you want I can give you their numbers."
"Oh... you don't do divorces then?"
"No I don't Jim. I do know a few good divorce lawyers though. Got a pen and paper handy?"
Getting the names and numbers of someone to help me get divorced was something I never thought I'd be doing. Especially this late in the game of life. Yet, here I was. I really only had myself to blame too. Had I not cheated on Sharon, she would not have felt a need to get even like she had. I had never known she could be so vindictive though. Never in a million years would I have expected her style of revenge.
After a few days, with everything in the works to separate from Sharon, I went to our house. Knocking on the door I found a red-rimmed eyed Sharon standing before me.
"Jim... I... your lawyer had some papers served on me this morning."
"Yeah. I know. I just stopped by to pick up a few things, that's all."
I was uncomfortable standing in the doorway of my own home, waiting for Sharon to let me in. I knew that she hadn't gotten a lawyer yet, and beyond that I wasn't sure what was on her mind.
"Is there a way we can stop this Jim? Isn't there any way you'll stay with me now?"
"Sharon... look... this was a bad idea on my part. I should have waited until there was a third party here. I'll just come back some other time, and I'll make sure to give you plenty of notice."
"Jim... please... look me in the eyes and tell me it's over. Tell me you can't, you don't love me anymore."
I looked into her pain filled eyes and almost caved. Then I remembered that night, when she rubbed my face with her cum laden pussy... smearing me with that bastard's cum.
"Sharon... it's over. There's no way back. Not now. You went... too far.""
"You can't forgive me Jim? All those years together, you can't forgive one mistake?"
"Sharon, it wasn't just a simple little mistake... it was a rather huge and unforgivable mistake. It was too much... and too harsh for me to forgive, hell, I'll probably never forget it either. There is no turning back now. I'm sorry. I know it all started with my cheating on you, and I really have nobody to blame but myself, but you went overboard with your revenge... way overboard."
When she broke down in tears I wanted to hold her... but I knew that I couldn't do that either. I turned and walked away. Leaving her standing in the open doorway of what had been a loving home. A chill coursed through my body as I closed the front gate to the yard. It was probably the last time I'd ever be here as a married man.
My next few months were difficult for me. I'd go from missing Sharon to being glad she was out of my life. Loving her to hating her in one breath. My work suffered as the divorce drug on. I can't remember how many times I went over in my mind about how I had managed to screw up my marriage with someone about half my age.
The day I got the final decree papers a couple of co-workers were pushing me to go out and celebrate. While I didn't really feel like doing that, I let myself be talked into it. Much to my regret I was to find out. It had been just over three months since I had walked out and I thought I needed to let loose a little.
"Hey Jim... lets meet down at Manny's bar and belt down a couple. You have a lot of reasons to celebrate this day."
"Uh... well, I really hadn't planned on celebrating getting divorced. Kind of a dumb thing to celebrate isn't it?"
"Are you kidding me? You're a free man Jim. You can check out the babes, date whoever you want, do whatever you want. I'm jealous. Yes sir... jealous. You got it made."
"I just don't feel like I got it made Brad. I really don't. I guess I could stand for a few rounds though. It's not a celebration though okay?"
"Oh... more like a wake then huh Jim?"
"No... not a wake either."
My irritation must have shown in my face or in the tone of my voice. Throwing up his hands as if in surrender, Brad said;
"Lighten up man... take it easy. I'm just trying to cheer you up. The guys sure won't like being around someone who's as down as you are. Maybe we should just forget it."
"No... you're right Brad... I need to do something. Maybe going out for a few beers will help me to get my mind off of it all. I'll be in a much better mood, I promise. I'll even buy the first round."
"Duuuude... way cool. See ya there then. About six or so?"
"Yeah... six sounds good."
After Brad left I stewed for a bit. I really wanted to stay buddies with my co-workers, as they were pretty good guys, yet most of them were quite a bit younger than I. Now that I thought about it, most of them were married too.
That night when I walked into the bar the first thing I saw was a huge banner up stating that it was my 'Freedom Day' party. I shook my head. These guys had really gone way out of their way to celebrate my divorce. I could see that this party was going to cost me a bundle too... I had promised that first round.
There were about fifty people in the place, most of them co-workers and their wives. Since where I worked had very few women in our shop, I hadn't expected a lot of requests for dances or anything. That's when I found out that the party included people from the main office across town.
Within ten minutes I had been hit with seven women wanting the first dance. I vaguely recognized them from past Christmas parties or sometimes when training on new computer systems. The party ended up turning into a roaring blow-out beyond anything I would have expected.
Truthfully I had been expecting a few drinks with the 'guys' and a quiet night. I danced with several women, usually finding out if they were married before taking them out on the dance floor. I guess I was making sure that I didn't make any mistakes or do something stupid while with the wife of someone I may work with. I know that I got asked to dance by several married women, and they'd give me a look when I'd turn them down... kind of a 'what the fuck?' look.
I knew that I couldn't explain it to them without getting into too many painful details, so I would just smile and try to ease the conversation to her husband or something, until they'd realize I was seriously not going to dance with a married woman.
About two hours into the party I noticed several people looking to the front of the bar where the main door was. They would then look at me nervously, then back up front. I was sitting down, so in order to see what they saw, I stood up. And looked right into the eyes of Sharon.
She had walked into the bar dressed to kill, and evidently had been looking for me. When I stood up, she headed right over to where I was. I noticed that she looked like she had put on a bit of weight... almost like...
"Care to dance with your ex?"
"Not really."
"Come on Jim. It's not like we're married or anything. Just one dance."
"NO."
She stood there, refusing to move away, and I was getting more than a bit angry. I finally got up and walked out. I said a few goodbyes to those I knew well, and left. Sharon followed me into the street.
"Jim... please. I just want a word with you. That's all. We're divorced... I'm not going to try anything... I just... I have something I need to say."
"Fine. Make it quick though Sharon. I'm really not in the mood to see or talk to you right now."
"I know I hurt you Jim. I was mad, hurt and shocked. I let Mark talk me into doing things I should never have done. I would never had done had I thought about it more than I did. I need you to realize that I never meant to chase you away. I just wanted to cause you some of the pain that I felt when I found out about you and... that... her."
"Yeah... well you got your revenge. Still gives me nightmares... if you care at all. I gotta go."
"Wait... Jim... there's one more thing... I'm... I can't believe this... but I'm... pregnant."
"Yeah? So? It's not mine, you know that."
"I know that. I don't know what to do though."
"Go ask Mark. He's more than likely the father. I don't care if you're pregnant or not... we're not a couple, we're not an item, we are not married. You have your own life to answer for now, as do I. Good bye Sharon."
My night was a bust. Whatever it had been up to the point she had walked into the bar was totally gone. I was trying to figure out why she'd looked me up to tell me she was pregnant with another man's child. Why did she think I'd give a damn one way or the other about that?
My last sight of Sharon was her standing under the streetlight, crying. I couldn't understand why she had looked me up. I just couldn't figure out anything when it came to her. Couldn't she see that we were done? There was no going back for us?
That night stuck in my mind for months afterwards. I worked and when not working, I stuck close to home. I had found a nice little place out of town a ways. I bought it, and built a small shop behind the house. I'd tinker around out there until bed time most nights.
The house had three bedrooms, quite a few more than I needed, so I converted one into a workout room. I kept in shape, and stayed out of town as much as possible. I think I had resigned myself to being a celibate monk... a hermit actually.
It wasn't that I was afraid of women, or hated them. I just had no real need to try to go through that dating game again. I had hated the tensions associated with dating before, and now I especially didn't want that pressure in my life.
Maybe I had some trust issues too. After what Sharon had done, I just found that I would get uptight around any woman. After all, I had trusted Sharon, completely, and then she had done what she had done for her revenge. I still had nightmares about that night.
One day as I was going home I stopped into the store for some groceries. I happened to see Mark. I caught him outside in the parking lot... just to talk for a moment. Well, that's what I told myself. I was boiling underneath my skin though if the truth had been known.
"Hey... Mark."
He stopped about fifteen feet away from me. I was standing right beside his car, so he wasn't about to go anywhere too far away with me standing right there.
"Look, you shouldn't be here messing with me man. It was your wife that wanted to tie you up like that... I was just a tool... that's all."
"Yeah? Did you know that while you were her 'tool' that you knocked her up?"
"What? She's too old... she told me she couldn't have kids."
"She must have forgotten that the reason she couldn't have kids was because I had a vasectomy years ago. You're a daddy."
"She never told me. I didn't know until you just now told me. For all I know you could be just fucking with me. Go away... leave me alone."
I moved back and he unlocked the door of his car. I guess with the door open and all, he felt braver than he should have. I saw the look come over his face, and I knew he was going to say something stupid.
"You know, your wife was a nice piece of ass. She really knew how to suck me off. I loved cumming in her ass and pussy while you just sat there crying like a baby. What a wimp. What a dumb ass wimp."
I'm not sure when I moved. All I know is that after a few minutes I stood up my hands bloody, my knuckles smarting. Mark... well... I had really messed him up. I could see that his jaw was hanging a bit funny, and his nose was obviously broke. I turned to see if anyone had called the cops yet or not, but I realized that the way he parked and the way he had been standing when I attacked him, nobody could have seen much of anything.
Mark hadn't stood long after his words and I put him down real fast. Faster than I had ever thought I was capable of too. His words had stung deep, and that old need for revenge had overtaken my common sense.
Trapped between the car and the car door, when I jammed it closed he got crunched pretty good right off the bat. Then I remember stepping in and slinging the door open with one hand as I swung at his head with the other.
I left, almost running to my car, barely able to keep myself from going back and inflicting more pain on that asshole's life. Too much more and I might have killed him though. I got home and just sat in my car. I was waiting for the cop cars to pull up, but they never did.
Later, after I showered and bandaged up my cut knuckles, I ate a simple dinner and went to bed. I felt better than I had in months. Maybe I should have found that ass a long time ago. I know that when my fists had hit his face each solid hit had felt... well... right. Good. Very good.
The next day being a Saturday, I hung around home and worked in my shop. That day was one of fear of the cops showing up and satisfaction that I had finally gotten my piece of flesh... so to speak.
Sunday was a nice day of rest, and after my morning workout, I did some yard work. My knuckles ached a bit yet, but they appeared to be none the less for the wear. A person who didn't know it, would never have known that I'd beat a man senseless just two short days ago.
While I was mowing the grass next to my neighbors place I saw a woman come out onto the deck. She was in a bikini, and looked very, very hot. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back to the waist band... string actually, of her bikini bottoms. She filled out the top quite well too.
She waved at me and laid down on a chaise lounge to catch some sun. I kept busy for quite some time on that side of the house, finding much that needed to be done on my yard there. Too bad I didn't get that yard work done. I found myself trying to look at her more than anything else.
I kept asking myself what I was doing? I told myself no more women, as I fought the urge to go talk to her. Pretty soon I was telling myself that maybe this lady would be a better class of woman for me. I couldn't blame all women for my place in life at this moment.
Not being able to think of anything to say to break the ice, and since she obviously wanted to sun, I didn't want to disturb her. I wanted to find out more about her though. A lot more. I finally gave up and started to put away my mower. As I walked it back to the shed I came to within the closest distance I could to her and still be in my yard. She sat up and smiling, started to talk.
"Hey neighbor. Wanna cut my grass while you're at it?"
"You need your's mowed?"
"Well... yes I do. What would you charge me to cut my grass? I don't have a mower, and since I just moved here, I don't know anyone to get to cut it for me."
"I'll get some gas and be right over."
"How much will you charge me though?"
"We'll work that out when I'm done... okay?"
She gave me a dubious look, then decided to accept my offer. It didn't take me long to cut her grass, since her yard was mostly gravel. The people who had lived there before had driven over the road trucks and parked them in back. They hadn't wanted a lot of grass to care for since they weren't home enough to take care of a real yard. Anyway, that's what the real estate agent had told me when I was settling on my house.
As I finished up, I saw her coming towards me with a couple of glasses of lemonade.
"Thought you might be thirsty. Wow... you did a great job too. It looks wonderful."
"Thank you. You don't have that big of a yard... didn't take long to cut."
"What do I owe you?"
"Nothing. Call it a neighborly thing."
"Oh no... you need to be paid something. After all, you worked up a sweat and everything."
I looked down at my shirtless chest and saw grass clippings and sweat. I was covered in it. Suddenly I was embarrassed to be seen like this by her. I finished my lemonade and handed the glass back to her.
"I'm a mess. I need to go shower. Thanks for the drink... it was good. See ya around later?"
"You have to leave so soon?"
"Yeah... well, I'm all sweaty and not really dressed to be company to such a lovely young woman."
"I think you look kinda sexy just as you are. Really."
I was caught off guard with that. Never having thought that a man that was dirty and sweaty could be sexy to a woman. I stood there quietly trying to come up with something... anything... to say. I couldn't think of a damn thing. Her voice cut through the pregnant silence, soft and enticing.
"Thank you for cutting my lawn. You did do a nice job. I still feel that I should do something to pay you for that hard work."
"The lemonade was the perfect payment. I really need to leave now, that shower is calling me."
"Well, if you must you must. It was nice meeting you..."
The open-ended pause made me realize that we hadn't exchanged names yet. I had been looking into her deep blue eyes as she spoke, and I was a bit lost until I thought to give her my name.
"Jim... I'm Jim. Recently divorced, living right next door. If you need anything... um..."
"Tammi. Just moved in next door to the divorced guy over there."
Pointing at my house she smiled as I started to laugh. Tammi seemed nice and was almost easy to talk to. I was still a little gun shy yet though, and a bit unsure as well. I had fleeting thoughts of asking her out on a date, but then thought better of it. I think I was at least ten years older than her. Of course, I'd never been a good judge of women's ages either.
I turned to leave, and as I did I got brave and made a decision for myself. I turned back to face her so I could look into her eyes one more time before leaving.
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Jim woke up the next morning feeling a little light-headed. The bed-sheets were twisted and matted, he had one leg hanging off the side of the bed and was lying diagonally. Next to him was Jenny, his mother. She was naked as was Jim, she had a bit of the sheet covering one side of her, but it wasn't doing much. Jim could still see her beautiful pussy and her pert breasts. Her face was very angelic as she slept, even the fact that her hair was knotted and damp with cum didn't take that away from...
It was a hot spring day. Jim Smitherson sat at his desk impatiently waiting for the bell to ring.All he could think about was how much he wants to go home.Jim stands at 5'9 with red hair and blue eyes. He has an 8-½ inch cock.He wasn't paying much attention to the teacher. Instead, he was too busy looking out the window at the cheerleaders.He noticed his sister Jane, practicing her routine. He watched her as she did a perfect cartwheel. He then suddenly felt his cock come to life in his...
Well, I have managed to mess up things royally now. What started out as my 'revenge fuck' cost me my marriage. I've been numb since the divorce papers were served, and Jim has written me out of his life permanently. That night, while Mark was helping me to get even, I had doubts here and there that I may have pushed things too far. Mark, in his take charge attitude and guidance had managed to convince me that things would be okay though. I should have listened to my gut and heart, not to...
Jim drove the car out of the driveway and started towards town. He glanced over at his mother. She looked like a whore in her tight top, short skirt and clearly visible stockings. Neither of them spoke as Jim drove down the road in the direction of the main town centre. Jenny sat quietly, looking directly forward with her hands placed delicately on her lap. Jim often glanced over to look at her once more, he still couldn't quite believe what was happening but he was sure going to get the most...
Jim had trouble concentrating. His mind was to preoccupied with everything that was going on at home to pay attention to the ramblings of his history master. His father had run away with his secretary and left him and his mother alone. It wasn't as if he had abandoned them into poverty or anything like that. They had a nice house with a pool; his father had been a successful barrister; his mother had been working part time and had saved so they weren't short of cash. They were perfectly...
Jim woke early the next morning. It was still dark outside. Jim lay there for about ten minutes wondering whether it had all happened like he thought or was it just a dream. He needed to find out one way or the other. He got out of bed and walked slowly and quietly towards his mother's bedroom. The door was locked from the outside just as he remembered. He turned the key in the lock slowly and carefully trying to make as little noise as possible. He then pushed the door open slowly and peered...
Janie and Jim were related, but only vaguely so. Janie’s mom was married to Jim’s dad, so technically, there were brother and sister, just not blood related. Jim was eighteen and Janie was almost eighteen, falling behind Jim by about three weeks. They had both lived under the same roof for about five years, the time that their respective parents had been married. Each had their own room and each had their own set of friends. They seemed totally different in everything. Jim was a jock and Janie...
First TimeJim and I had been married young. I was a virgin when we crossed the threshold on our wedding night. I had been raised to be a ‘good’ girl…what ever that meant. My mother, whom I am still very close to had always drilled into my mind just what a good girl would or wouldn’t do in all matters. Our first mother daughter talk had been her pretty much telling me that I would wait for marriage to have sex of any kind. That there were forms of sex that were good between a husband and wife and other...
Chapter 1Being the first day for the new administrator, the main office is a little tense. Lisa sees Jim Smith walking down the hall, and she hopes that nothing happens to place a bad reputation of this institution. She knows that Jim will learn that the students are not going to get further than this, but then some may go on. Jim greets those in the office, being just Lisa and Connie at present. Lisa does show him his office, as Debbie and Sara enter the office. Lisa knows that those two are...
Jim and I had been married young. I was a virgin when we crossed the threshold on our wedding night. I had been raised to be a 'good' girl... what ever that meant. My mother, whom I am still very close to had always drilled into my mind just what a good girl would or wouldn't do in all matters. Our first mother daughter talk had been her pretty much telling me that I would wait for marriage to have sex of any kind. That there were forms of sex that were good between a husband and wife and...
This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestAmanda walks into jim's room jim is still asleep amanda reaches under the covers takes hold of jims cock and slowly strokes it , jim groans in his sleep and rolls towards amanda as she strokes his cock harder and faster , jim opens his eyes 'wh wh what are you doing he asks'Amanda carrys on stroking his cock harder and faster not saying a word jims cock is rock hard now and dribbling precum amanda stops stroking and rubs her hand all over the tip of jims cock coating her fingers in precum then...
There Jim sat in the waiting room. Thumbing through magazines and waiting for the nurse to come get him. It had been at least 10 years since his last physical and he was due. This was an unusual looking clinic he thought to himself. Very modern looking with yellow spongy textured walls and bluish latex couches. The magazine selection contained older FHM’s and Maxim’s; kind of odd for a waiting room but Jim wasn’t about to complain. It was an early Saturday morning and the...
Jim was the hardest one to do the research. He like seeing an animal and person have sex. He had a couple of retrieves, each about 80 pounds. When on line at the BBS, you can share pictures. While chatting with Jim, he would send a picture of one of his dogs Champ and would say that Champ was nice looking, was gentle or other comment as if he was trying to set up a date for him. I would respond by saying something polite just to keep the conservation going. Jim would shift the topic to...
Jim felt his whole world crashing down around him as he stared at the cum-stained panties he held in his hands. They were his wife's, but the cum staining the crotch wasn't.........nor was it his! He tried to think about what to do....... Jim and his wife Dana had been married for fifteen years, had two beautiful c***dren, and a nice home. A few years back, Jim was in an accident at work and hurt his back badly. Since then he hadn't been able to work, and was on painkillers, leaving him spaced...
Jim and Val are trying to spice up their marriage. After ten years, it’s grown a little stale. One of Val’s girlfriends, named Jessie, suggested that she try dressing more daring or trashy. Val said “what do you mean by trashy?” Jessie replied “ do you own a garterbelt and very sheer stocking? Do you have 4 inch stilettos? How about a skirt that would just barely cover your stocking tops or maybe a side slit?” Val was stunned and said “No!” “Well women have to do the changing, it’s the natural...
Jim had not had a good time, well, not sexually for about three months now. All his ways of picking up women at bars, parties, and work seemed to have dried up and there was nothing that he could see on the horizon. The last time he had a secretary over his desk or picked up a lady at a bar or party was a good few months ago. He really wanted to cum and enjoy himself. Then, one day, as he was going through the newspaper, when he got to the classified ads, one struck him, and he thought might...
OccupationsDana arrived home well before Jim and quickly fell asleep. It had been years since she'd been sexually satisfied like she just had been. Perhaps, she pondered as she drifted off, the experience that night may have been the most satisfying of her whole life! *********************************************************** Jim drove home after his shower and went over what had transpired that night in his head. He got so horny thinking about Dana being fucked by Kyle, that he had to pull over and jerk...
Sant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Jim and Joanne had met approximately a year ago and they hit it off from the start. Their sex life was great but tonight Jim had something special planned for Joanne. She had often told him of some of her fantasies that she had, tonight he was going to fulfill one of her most exotic fantasies. Jim had already picked out what she would be wearing tonight when they met for dinner, she would be wearing a black evening gown with a slit to mid thigh. Under the evening gown she would be wearing a...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
Jim and Jennifer wanted to have another baby. They were in their late 20's and they already had three children in their home but they wanted more. So, one evening after they'd enjoyed the delicious dinner Jennifer had cooked for all of them, she bathed and put their three children to bed and then she joined her young husband, Jim, in the family room. Jennifer was very sexy and Jim had always lusted after her but being married hadn't damped his hot sexy desire for her one bit. Her having...
'jim come in here please you have a couple of visitors ' amamnda calls jim comes into the kitchen to find his aunt jen and her husband darryl'hi jim' jen smiles'uh hi aunt jen uncle darryl' jim replies'so what brings you 2 round here today ? ' amanda asks'well i thught i would get jim a nice treat and asked darryl to wear a condom to fuck me so i could get a load of his spunk , but he wanted to know why so i told him whats been going on ' jen smiles ' he didn't believe me so i thought i would...
I posted a story earlier about my first time with a couple, Tony and Jody. They recommened me to their friends, Jim and Angela. I was fortunate because they lived in the Madison, Wisconsin area which is where I was living at the time.I met them first at a coffee shop. I wanted to make sure we clicked and also to discover what Angela's likes and dislikes were sexually. We'd already decided this was going to be a fuck session, not the picture taking incident like I had with Tony and Jody.Angela...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
'jim come here i want to have a chat with you now !' amanda shouts'but mom i'm busy can't it wait 'jim shouts down from upstairs'get your arse down here now do as you are told ' 'ok ok im coming keep your knickers on' jim walks down the stairs'do you think thats any way to speak to your mom ?' amanda shouts 'you are 18 you have no job you live here rent free get everything you need and you speak to me like that , well thats going to change''sorry mom what do you want ?' jim asks 'ok well for a...
They planned to meet up again the next night, and things were even hotter on the dance floor. This time Jody reserved all of her dances for Jim, and they were almost to the point of being x-rated. On one particular dance she ground her ass into him for so long and so hard that he actually nutted in his pants. His face was just starting to flush with embarrassment when she turned around, rubbed the wet spot in his jeans and gave him a long passionate kiss on the lips. They spent the rest...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Chapter 1 Jim Bustillos, Tuesday, September 6, 1955 I got off the train at Union Station and pulled my scholarship letter out of my suitcase. It had Dr. Walter's address on it and I was supposed to see him as soon as I got in. Clutching the letter in my hand, I strode off in what I hoped was the general direction of Yale University. By the time I got to Dr. Walter's office my feet were killing me. I had purchased new shoes and they were clearly not wide enough. I was confronted by Dr....
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
We went inside and showered, this time each to their own. Afterward, Diane thanked me for a wonderful night and date, kissing me long and hard. Then she left to go home. I sat in my house full of warm and fuzzy feelings about one hell of a great night of sex with a beautiful and sexually alive woman. Later that day Bill stopped by. He was hemming and hawing around before I finally told him to just come out with whatever was bothering him. "I guess Kate saw you this morning. On your deck....
One weekend while she was out of town for work, he decided to go somewhere that he could maybe find someone to talk things over with. Without telling anyone where he was going, he drove two hours to a town that had a gay bar he had found on the internet. He had no problem with men of the homosexual persuasion; he just didn’t consider himself one, even if his girlfriend’s cock was bigger than his own. He paid the cover and walked to the bar, where he found an empty stool. He wasn’t...
While we hadn't exactly stopped being friends, I hadn't really related in human terms to Petra any more than anyone else. Her initiative at the weekend broke the ... log-jam? dam?obstruction? Whatever, I was now functioning emotionally again. Which meant I was normally sad rather than, well, hysterical I suppose. Petra ... I wasn't sure about Petra. I'd thought — I was sure — I was in love with her, but then I fell in love with Su. The intensity of our mutual feelings eclipsed completely...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
The Mating Habits of the Mature Jim's Story Suddenly, I'm single. I'll probably never stop grieving the loss of Diane, but I've committed to myself, my son and daughter, and my best friend Bruce to get my head out of my ass, as the latter called it, and to start to enjoy the world again. I'm very left brain – analytical, logical. I was a systems engineer for NASA, and segued into middle and then upper management, but always with large, multi-million dollar technical aerospace projects....
a'so do i need to go and check the laundry basket or have you been behaving yourelf ?' amanda asks jim'please mom some of your knickers are covered in cum but its not mine mom''really so who's cum is it ?''uh its darryls cum mom''really and why would darryl feel the need to wank off onto my knickers ?''please mom i don't know mom but i'm telling you the truth mom its not my cum i didn't do it mom''well darrly was here to keep an eye on you and you were supposed to do as you were told so if its...
Jim was nineteen, a friendly-looking guy who had come to work in the office a few weeks before. I didn’t work closely with him but tried to make him feel welcome. I’m a married guy in his late fifties with three children and my name is Mark. I felt drawn to Jim and caught myself looking at his crotch and legs and imagining him without his trousers on. I began to fantasize about undressing him and fondling him. We went out for lunchtime walks a few times and on several occasions he seemed on the...
GayWednesday morning; Jim and Stacy get to school early like they did yesterday, but this time they decided to wait until the other program boys and girls get there to strip, but the principal gets there before the last two get there. He tells the six who are there to go ahead and strip. They told him that they were waiting for the others. He tells them that they were required to strip as soon as they were on school property. As this fact was not made clear to you I will not punish any of you...
Growing up I had a friend that lived real close to where I had my first job. This was during high school and I would work there mainly on the weekends and sometimes a couple of evenings during the week. Jim used to come in the store where I worked and we would talk when it was quiet. Sometimes we even looked at some of the porn magazines that were for sale.One evening while I was off from work and at home, Jim stopped by my house. My parents weren't home so we ended up watching television. ...
Thursday morning: Stacy and Jim arrived early to school again, unlike the previous three days, they have found a new confidence in themselves. Instead of trying to wait, they simply walk up to the boxes and start stripping. When other students get there, they allow themselves to felt up. Stacy even let a boy touch the cleft between her legs, though she would not let him put a finger in her. The other program participants get there a few minutes later. Jamie and Elizabeth are sporting a new...
j'jim wake up' amanda says nudging jim'huh what whats happening what time is it ?''its 3am i bought your cup come on get up sit on the side of the bed and wank off for me' amanda hands him his cup'please mom no its really early you know i like my sleep please not now''you know my rules so come on stamd up get those pj's off wank into your cup don't keep mommy waiting' amanda smiles 'and in future i want you sleeping in the nude understood ?''yes mom' jim stands and takes off his pj's 'please...
Hi I am Pankaj. Coming straight to story, this all Happened last year, I live in Society, and our society have 70 houses, 30 tenements and rest flats. I must thank our society builder, all this happened due to him. Our Builder had allotted a private Jim for Society purpose only with club house too… It had multipurpose Equipment, Cycle, walker, twister and weight lifter. No one use to use Jim hat frequently. Now I being a Engineering student use to study out of town. Last year when I came for my...
Alarm clock. That's odd, it's not where it should be. Hang on, there's an arm here. Carly, oh my god. Rays of sunlight were struggling through the crack in the curtains and lighting up her beautiful face. It played on her upturned nose and sparkled in her opening brown eyes. Her whole face was just so radiant. She gave me a tired smile as she started to come to terms with the scene. This is the first time I have woken up next to a naked woman, and I hope to god that this will not be the...
Jim and I had grown up together in the same neighborhood all our lives. We were in the same grade and attended the same high schools in all that time. It wasn't until high school however, that I discovered that I might be gay and that my feelings for Jim were becoming sexual. Once, in the erection, something that could have subjected me to no end of bullying in the boys showers. During those years he would often joke that gay sex was a "substitute" for "real" sex. I would laugh this off as I...
GayJim changing into Rachael Jane Once upon a time, there was a man called Jim, who was struggling to keep control of his life. The main problem was the stress that he was under from the work that he was doing. He was doing 18 hours a day, so he had no time to rest or play games. One day he got so stressed out that he totally flipped his mind and started to daydream of what it would be like to be a little girl. Then one of his work colleges found out about this and thought to...
Jim come up behind you. Wrapped his arms around you tightly, breathing on your neck & ear. Slowly going in to kiss your neck. His arms holding yours down while his hands start… Jim come up behind you. Wrapped his arms around you tightly, breathing on your neck & ear. Slowly going in to kiss your neck. His arms holding yours down while his hands start playing with your boobs. Full cup squeeze to start. Then tracing circles around your nipples. Jim then switch from kissing your neck to...
FantasyWell, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
Jim was halfway through his afternoon in the office. He hated his job. Well he didnt really hated it, it was just too boring. Especially on such a nice friday afternoon. He tried to concentrate but he couldnt, the job was just too boring, but then was saved by the bell. Or rather the ringing of his phone. He looked at the display and saw the number of his mother. "Hi mum, how are you?", Jim answered the phone. "Hi Jimmy, im fine, how are you?" "Great mum, but im at work, so i dont have too much...
This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...