By Bridget707. Dear Husband, We have not even been married a year yet. In the last few months, I have learned from others that in the years before we met, you wasted many girls’ time by going out with them and raising their expectations but never being able to satisfy them. At first, I gave you time and trusted in you because you courted me with such passion and sincerity. I loved you more than enough to marry you. I
Read moreBy uppishcarrot. My wife, Clarissa, is just as captivating as the day I met her roughly fifteen years ago. Clarissa, or Clara as she prefers to be called, is my goddess. She is a tall, buxom brunette with bronzed skin, dark green eyes, and luscious, pouty lips. The odd thing about her is that she always has a permanent smirk, almost like she’d just heard a dirty joke. She has always had a dominant streak and is in command of
Read moreBy gonedick. Gary is short and thin. While that’s not the end of the world, the same adjectives applying just as well to his ‘manhood’ were not ideal. Fully erect, his penis was 2.5 inches long and proportionately thin: roughly the size of a woman’s thumb. In its flaccid state, it was fully inverted, a barely discernible wrinkle at the top of his scrotum. Despite being 25 years old, his scrotum was the size of a golf ball and was
Read moreMicky D. In the dimming light of early evening I stood staring at the magnificent old homestead; it was set in a picture-perfect garden on 20 acres of pristine Australian bushland. The air carried a fragrant, fresh rural tang, and I glanced up into the trees encircling the house; birds perched in the upper branches lamented the approach of night, twittering and squawking. Somewhere in the distance a magpie warbled its long, distinctly beautiful call, a uniquely Australian sound. I
Read moreMicky D Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10Part 11… To say that I spent Sunday in a pent-up sexual daze would be an understatement. Angela and I had tacitly agreed that I would draw the deciding card when we retired to bed on Sunday night, and the titillating fear (or was it a perverse hope?) of drawing a King, Queen, Jack or an Ace was never far from my thoughts. I was quite aware that
Read moreMicky D Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10… A little game – this time with the titillating new rules. It was a definite possibility that these new rules could see me forbidden (and also completely unable) to have sex with my beautiful wife for many weeks – or even months – on end. On more than one occasion I sat ruefully pondering how I had allowed myself to be talked into playing such a wickedly
Read moreMicky D Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9… As you may perhaps understand, my mind was not entirely on my work on Tuesday. I was stuck in the office today, and I frequently glanced at the clock as it made its sluggish journey towards 11:00am. I toyed with the idea of calling Angela at home, but I knew that she would be unable to resist playfully teasing me about Jason’s impending visit, and I was frisky
Read moreMicky D Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8… The medication began taking effect within 24 hours; by Monday night I was once again effectively impotent. I had, incidentally, gotten myself another job in the building industry; with my injury now all healed, there was nothing to prevent me from getting off my ass and getting back into work. The company that I was now working for employed about sixty men, and strangely enough more than a couple
Read moreMicky D Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7… When we arose the next morning, I was still buzzing from what I had witnessed last night; in many ways the whole situation was almost surreal, like a dream. The imagery of Angela panting and writhing under her young lover danced lasciviously through my mind like a potent aphrodisiac. I recalled her kneeling naked before him as she sucked his cock to full hardness, and my heart raced as I
Read moreMicky D Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6… The faint aroma of fresh paint wafted over me as I entered the spare room, and I turned on the ceiling light, and killed the flashlight. This room had only come into existence, as I have previously stated, after I had subdivided the cavernous garage under the main house to create Angela’s gym and this smaller study/spare bedroom. The renovations I had been performing for the last week or so had
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