Leila s Humiliation
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Thanksgiving week was one of great activity in the O'Connell Realm. It started for us following services on Sunday the 23nd. We had just returned home when Mom had a question. "When will you be ready to move into your own house?" she asked Leila and me. "It's not that we don't enjoy having you here, but young couples need more privacy than you have here." "House! What house?" Leila replied, confused. "Why the house that has been set aside for Thomas for the last eight or nine...
Leila heard her name called as she held a garden hose while standing on the concrete porch of her parents’ house. She was aiming the nozzle at the gladiolas in the flower bed to the right of the porch, showering them with water. Except, her mother didn’t have gladiolas and this puzzled Leila. She looked to her right and saw Ace standing on the sidewalk in front of the yard. He was unzipping his khaki trousers. “What are you doing?” she yelled. “Come here,” Ace said, in that insistent tone of...
Wife LoversWhen they got to the house, Nathan asked Leila as he was unlocking the front door, “So, we’re cool?” She understood him to mean that she wouldn’t mention what had just happened, and said, “I won’t tell her anything about us.” He opened the door, nodding his head, “Just making sure.” She went to the bathroom and took a shower. She came out naked, having left her club dress in a tiny heap on the bathroom floor. Nathan found an old blue and white flower pattern dress that modestly came to her...
Wife LoversLeila was at a neighborhood park on a Friday afternoon. She had called in a personal day to avoid work, and made arrangements with an old friend to meet at the park with their kids. Leila sat across a picnic table from Delia. They chatted and watched the little ones scramble all over the playground equipment. Delia was admiring Leila’s two-year-old, Lisa, who was playing with her own daughter who was one year older. Jonathan, Leila’s four-year-old, had made a friend with a boy his age. Leila...
Wife LoversLeila felt an uncomfortable heat band around her thigh. She had a dream of a snake wrapping its slimy fat muscular body around her leg. She groaned in fear of her predicament and the snake’s head moved up her thigh and toward her pussy. It was going to push its reptilian head into her pussy! She jerked in her sleep and in her terror she awoke in darkness. She fumbled around blindly and in a panic for something surely was wrapped around her leg! She shrieked and jumped out of bed and fell over,...
Leila felt an uncomfortable heat band around her thigh. She had a dream of a snake wrapping its slimy fat muscular body around her leg. She groaned in fear of her predicament and the snake’s head moved up her thigh and toward her pussy. It was going to push its reptilian head into her pussy! She jerked in her sleep and in her terror she awoke in darkness. She fumbled around blindly and in a panic for something surely was wrapped around her leg! She shrieked and jumped out of bed and fell over,...
Wife LoversA couple days went by before Nathan and Delia sat down and had a serious talk about Leila. They were having lunch away from the house and Nathan broke the ice.“What are we going to do with her?” he asked as they waited for their order in a diner.Delia shrugged, still not sure how to answer. After all, it wasn’t every day any offered to be a house slave.“A slave, Delia? I mean, I’m all for having her suck my, you know, but what the fuck? I’m not a dom and you’re not a dominatrix.”Delia felt...
Wife LoversJoel was not the sort of man that could share his wife. He held conventional views about what a husband should be and what a wife and mother should be. Even though he had to admit the sex had lately been incredible, the kinky twists that Leila brought nagged at him. Between that and the frequent absences, he couldn’t put aside his suspicions. He kept spying on her cell phone, and when he could, he’d drive by her workplace. To a third party observer, it seemed just a matter of time before he’d...
Joel was not the sort of man that could share his wife. He held conventional views about what a husband should be and what a wife and mother should be. Even though he had to admit the sex had lately been incredible, the kinky twists that Leila brought nagged at him. Between that and the frequent absences, he couldn’t put aside his suspicions. He kept spying on her cell phone, and when he could, he’d drive by her workplace. To a third party observer, it seemed just a matter of time before he’d...
Wife LoversLeila’s trial month as a house guest turned into five months, and in that time the dynamics between her and Delia and Nathan gradually changed. Call it a case of familiarity breeds contempt, but Delia’s constant supervision of Leila wore on the friendship and changed the bond between them. Delia increasingly saw Leila as unredeemable. While Leila got better as a housekeeper and could be counted on to baby-sit while Delia and Nathan went out on dates, Leila would not stop using. She was expected...
Leila’s trial month as a house guest turned into five months, and in that time the dynamics between her and Delia and Nathan gradually changed. Call it a case of familiarity breeds contempt, but Delia’s constant supervision of Leila wore on the friendship and changed the bond between them. Delia increasingly saw Leila as unredeemable. While Leila got better as a housekeeper and could be counted on to baby-sit while Delia and Nathan went out on dates, Leila would not stop using. She was expected...
Wife LoversDelia thought of herself as a good wife with a shady past. She had her “slutty phase,” she called it. But it was normal. Didn’t most young women sow wild oats in college? But Delia had a measure of local fame concerning her past. She was a terrible student. She never passed a chance to party. She’d get led by the nose by horny college boys from one party to the next and got passed around like a soccer ball on a field of marathon sex play. She had no idea how many men she had been with and was...
Delia thought of herself as a good wife with a shady past. She had her “slutty phase,” she called it. But it was normal. Didn’t most young women sow wild oats in college? But Delia had a measure of local fame concerning her past. She was a terrible student. She never passed a chance to party. She’d get led by the nose by horny college boys from one party to the next and got passed around like a soccer ball on a field of marathon sex play. She had no idea how many men she had been with and was...
Wife LoversWhen Leila didn’t make it home, Delia and Nathan both thought the worst. Their concerns were completely confirmed when she did show up late the next day. Leila was evasive and it soon came out that she was flat broke. She wouldn’t come up with so much as $10 toward what she was expected to pay for rent. Irritated and out of patience, with not a bit of sympathy for her old friend, Delia went from interrogator to sadist. She slapped Leila across the face in the living room. “God, you’re just a …...
When Leila didn’t make it home, Delia and Nathan both thought the worst. Their concerns were completely confirmed when she did show up late the next day. Leila was evasive and it soon came out that she was flat broke. She wouldn’t come up with so much as $10 toward what she was expected to pay for rent. Irritated and out of patience, with not a bit of sympathy for her old friend, Delia went from interrogator to sadist. She slapped Leila across the face in the living room. “God, you’re just a...
Wife LoversArriving on Elm Street in the Somerville district of Boston, we soon found a small quiet restaurant for lunch. The overhead wasn't expensive and the food was very good. It was American Irish and not traditional Irish fare, but we enjoyed it. From the signs of the trash still on the street, last night must have been quite lively and the merry-makers numerous, but I couldn't complain about missing it because I had found Leila. I hoped that I could convince her to stay with me. With her fine...
In the months since Leila went back to seeing Ace, she had been slipping in many ways. It wasn’t so obvious at home, where she was constantly taking precautions to keep Joel fooled. But at work, she was different. Her mannerisms and her tongue were looser, more carefree and vulgar. She had girlfriends at work that she gradually confessed to. They knew months before Joel found her out and left that she was being a cheating, reckless slut. Her friends were divided on this. A few of them started...
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I gazed down in disbelief as Leila pushed me backs against the shower dooor. She lowered slowly to her knees her mouth and tongue playfully lapping at my crotch as she tugged my boxers down my legs.Leila looked up. Her dark brown eyes locked and focused on mine as she used the tip of her tongue to lick up and down the sides of my cock. Her arms caressing my inner thighs as she reached up with one hand stroking my cock with one hand. Leila's other hand tugged at my balls playfully.Leila smiled...
Joel wanted to respect his wife’s privacy. He wanted to trust her. He had been comfortable in believing for years now that she was trustworthy, that was couldn’t be capable of cheating. “She’s a grown woman with children, she loves her kids, she loves me,” he told himself. For the most part, Leila portrayed that interpretation. She had enough wits about her to be attentive and maintenance the impression that she was still very much devoted to the status quo. But there were changes that really...
Joel wanted to respect his wife’s privacy. He wanted to trust her. He had been comfortable in believing for years now that she was trustworthy, that was couldn’t be capable of cheating. “She’s a grown woman with children, she loves her kids, she loves me,” he told himself. For the most part, Leila portrayed that interpretation. She had enough wits about her to be attentive and maintenance the impression that she was still very much devoted to the status quo. But there were changes that really...
Wife LoversIt was late on Saturday morning when we returned to my Parents' house. I was able to finish correcting the papers before dinner. "How did your trip go?" Mom asked, after we had started eating. "Kennith and the others were agreeable to me running the PhD program for a time while they got their feet on the ground as it were," I told her. "What about after that?" Dad asked. "They are planning on running it more as a cooperative venture where everyone will teach classes. I'm not sure...
Leila was in full hoochie wardrobe. Red ankle strap vinyl high heels with pink Swarovski studded toes, red spandex short shorts, a belly ring and pink cross-heart halter top, her thick mane of black hair pinned up in a bun with three large red barrettes. Her eye shadow was a metallic fuchsia with violet streaks in the corners. She wore a gold thong, no bra and Ace had smeared butter on her tits, so the halter-top clung to her full breasts in a way that isolated them in some subtropic steamy...
Leila was in full hoochie wardrobe. Red ankle strap vinyl high heels with pink Swarovski studded toes, red spandex short shorts, a belly ring and pink cross-heart halter top, her thick mane of black hair pinned up in a bun with three large red barrettes. Her eye shadow was a metallic fuchsia with violet streaks in the corners. She wore a gold thong, no bra and Ace had smeared butter on her tits, so the halter-top clung to her full breasts in a way that isolated them in some subtropic steamy...
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(MF, herm, bi?)I'm an ordinary guy, nothing special about me at all. Well, maybe my choice in women could set me apart from most. It all started one rainy afternoon in Northern California as I was driving home after a party I'd attended alone the day before. I'd stayed over at a friend's house and after a nice leisurely breakfast I headed home so that I would be back before dark. I had to be at work the next day and wanted plenty of rest. I was driving along Highway 1 when I first saw her. And...
I'm an ordinary guy, nothing special about me at all. Well, maybe my choice in women could set me apart from most.It all started one rainy afternoon in Northern California as I was driving home after a party I'd attended alone the day before.I'd stayed over at a friend's house and after a nice leisurely breakfast I headed home so that I would be back home before dark. I had to be at work the next day and wanted plenty of rest.I was driving along Highway 1 when I first saw her. And boy, was she...
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Leila was at a neighborhood park on a Friday afternoon. She had called in a personal day to avoid work, and made arrangements with an old friend to meet at the park with their kids. Leila sat across a picnic table from Delia. They chatted and watched the little ones scramble all over the playground equipment. Delia was admiring Leila’s two-year-old, Lisa, who was playing with her own daughter who was one year older. Jonathan, Leila’s four-year-old, had made a friend with a boy his age. Leila...
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In the months since Leila went back to seeing Ace, she had been slipping in many ways. It wasn’t so obvious at home, where she was constantly taking precautions to keep Joel fooled. But at work, she was different. Her mannerisms and her tongue were looser, more carefree and vulgar. She had girlfriends at work that she gradually confessed to. They knew months before Joel found her out and left that she was being a cheating, reckless slut. Her friends were divided on this. A few of them...
I could never confront myself with my sexuality, I was always debating if I was straight or not. My parents would kill me if I so much as looked at a girl the wrong way, but males never felt right. I finally had the chance to figure things out when I met Leila. I was 21 and working as a bartender. The men there would always yell at me, telling me to take off my shirt or to stand up on the bar. I would always refuse, but that didn’t stop some unlawful squeezing of my rump. I hated it.
A couple days went by before Nathan and Delia sat down and had a serious talk about Leila. They were having lunch away from the house and Nathan broke the ice. “What are we going to do with her?” he asked as they waited for their order in a diner. Delia shrugged, still not sure how to answer. After all, it wasn’t every day any offered to be a house slave. “A slave, Delia? I mean, I’m all for having her suck my, you know, but what the fuck? I’m not a dom and you’re not a dominatrix.” Delia felt...
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