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  My husband sleeps on the floor beside the bed whenever my lover comes over to spend the night.  He either sleeps on the floor, or he gets to have the guest bedroom to himself.   Whichever one he prefers is fine with me, as long as he knows he won’t get to occupy the bed with us. Jeffery didn’t always like it, but as he loves watching me and my lover fuck, he knows he has no choice.  It’s his only means of getting to see how well my lover pleasures me in the bedroom.  Jeffery has to abide by our rules or he would only listen in on us from outside.  Not a reasonable option, which is why he much prefers the floor. Ricky, my lover, gets a kick out of humiliating Jeffery whenever he can.  He is always the real man in our home; Jeffery is always an obedient puppy when Ricky drops by, and would do anything Ricky asks, as long as we don’t stop him from watching us fuck.  Jeffery is quick to get Ricky a beer from the fridge whenever he wants one....

  A husband's confession . . .  I returned home from work and found my wife’s thong panties lying on the floor.  It meant only one thing: her lover had dropped by, and they were currently fucking.  I picked up her panties and stuffed it into my pocket, then shut the door behind me and advanced into my home.   Her lover’s clothes were strewn across the furniture.  Larry is his name.  She had met him at a bar.  Their meeting had been a coincidental one: she had been there to meet a friend who somehow stood her up; likewise, he was there waiting on a date that never showed up.  According to Kristin, my wife, they had locked eyes on each other from across the room, and then Larry manoeuvred through the small crowd towards her and that was that.  Kristin’s one rule regarding her choice in lovers was that she never fucked a would-be lover on a first date.  But Larry had beguilingly charmed the panties off her, and she inevitably broke her...

Good day, sir.  I love your twitter feed! I’d like to share a quick story about how my 1st wife and I literally fell into the lifestyle. But please be discrete. So, my 1st wife and I kinda fell into wife sharing. With a black guy that lived 4 doors down from us. Sean was about 6'2" kinda muscular/lean he was a dark, good looking dude. I always caught him checking out my wife Kat. I wasn’t the jealous type so I never minded it. And it’s not like lots of guys hadn't ogled her before.  So one day, Sean came by to watch the baseball game and have a few beers. It was summertime in Florida, and my wife was wearing a sundress and walking around barefoot. After a few beers my wife started teasing Sean about the fact that he was living alone, and single despite owning his own business.  She said: "you must be one of those black guys with a little one, that’s why a good looking guy like you is all by himself in that big house. Sean nearly spit his beer all ove...

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Check out this excerpt from my recently published erotic novel “ The Submissive Wife ”.  Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, leave a comment letting me know how much you dig it . *         *         * Just another typical summer evening somewhere in the city.  A blue Honda pulled into the parking lot of a fast-food restaurant, and then the front door opened and a middle-aged man in a brown jacket came down and glanced furtively around which way before shutting the door.  He adjusted the collar of his jacket and ran a hand over the sparse growth of hair that matted his head before approaching the restaurant’s entrance. He entered the restaurant and unfurled a handkerchief out of his pocket to dab his face.  His name was Donald, and he was here to make a transaction.   Few people were occupying the restaurant at that hour: middle...