Wife Gets Forced!

Dear readers. This is the most complex story I've ever done. It's over 60K words long. That being said, no volunteer editor would touch a story of such length. So, I'm sure there are typos and missed used words. Try to keep the pissing and moaning to reasonable levels. Also, please don't steal and republish on another site after all it is copyrighted. Please enjoy 'I'll always catch you.' The rain sizzled on the hot asphalt, and as quickly as the clouds opened up, it was over. I watched steam as it rose from the streets to form thin white clouds that drifted upwards over the skyline of downtown Cleveland Ohio. That was all we needed, more humidity. The air was already so thick you could squeeze water out of it with your bare hands. "Hey, boss? You wanna look at this?" That's me. I'm the boss. My name is Jim Beck. I own a company that does computer coding, which is a fancy way of saying we write software. Right now, we're up to our eye

'Oh, yeah. What a mystery,' Sam replied. 'Must be your bubbly personality.' 'Must be. Right, that's enough stalling. Dare time!' Sam felt a knot in her stomach -- a rush of adrenaline passing through. By now, the conflicting feelings of nervousness and excitement were even more familiar than Lucy herself. She had known them longer, after all. 'Come on, then. Let's hear it.' 'There's two parts to this one. First, simply order us a noodle box each. I'm not a fussy eater so I'll let you pick.' 'Uh-huh. Why do I get the impression that I should keep away from the spicier choices?' 'Ooh, You're smarter than you look. Not that it's hard.' 'Ha. Funny. You're not really in a position to talk about appearances right now,' Sam replied, chuckling as she looked Lucy up and down. Lucy's dress had only barely covered her underwear when they'd set out, but with the added weight of milkshake, the

The Lost Colony - Chapter 1-8 summary Spoiler Alert! The purpose of this summary is two-fold. For readers new to the story, you may skim this summary rather than read the first eight chapters. As the author, I'd rather you read the entire story, but if you just want to catch up you may do so. In addition, readers who may have forgotten some details can skim the summary. I'm aware that my chapters are released infrequently. By the time I publish chapter nine, you may have forgotten what happened in chapter five. This summary is for you! * * * * * Major Spoiler Alert! * * * * * In case it isn't obvious, reading this summary will spoil many of the twists and surprises from the first eight chapters. Stop here if you think you might read the individual chapters. Cheers! * * * * * Chapter 1 Our hero, Alain Sparr, is an exo-biologist sent as part of a mission to K2-136-b, or as the crew refers to it, Kaybe. The planet was colonized four hundred years earlier, but contact was los

10 Cuthbert's Road, Kilburn, North London, July 1971: Reginald Groat took the whistling kettle off the gas flame, took off the whistling lid and filled the tea pot. He stirred the brew through vaporising steam, replaced the teapot lid and covered the pot with a tea cosy his mum bought him on his last birthday; he'd turned twenty-seven then. He took the cosy-covered pot to the small kitchen table and placed it next to his tea mug, buttered toast and a plate of bacon and egg, with a side of mushrooms. He poured his tea and tucked into his breakfast. When breakfast was done Reginald cleared the table, poured himself another brew and opened his journal at yesterday's entry and read it: "Thursday 17 July 1971 I woke at 07.30 early morning time: The usual. It's strange, I woke with another erection this morning and it was huge and solid, unusually big for me. I had the urge to masturbate, but I resisted. Ever since I saw that blue light when I went on Hampstead Heath t

When I say his hands are rough, I don't mean calloused, not at all. They were once, it's true, but that was a lifetime ago, when his bones were green, and his whole body was hard worn with outdoor labor. No, I mean ruthless, rolling me on the bed, pulling and pressing, slowly working me over, my body surrendering, like a soft dough, stretching; his fingers smooth and kneading me. His eyes are lit, bright with desire and designs for my undoing. Everything is deliberate, his confidence growing, seeing me seduced. I'm coiling over, close to the corner, one of my long legs reaching down off the edge of the bed, the other kneeling low. I glance into the wardrobe mirror, seeing the full reflection of our bodies, his hands slipping between us, steering the tip of his cock to press against my sex. His eyes climb off me and search for mine in the mirror. His focus breaking into a loving smile, his hazel iris burning brightly with devious intentions. He's going to fuck me, and

I see you everyday dressed in the latest designer clothes and wearing the latest designer shoes. You walk past me and you never look at anything but what is right in front of you. Several times I have tried to get your attention but you never gave me a chance to even talk to you. One afternoon I am on my way home and I see you on the side of the road and your car has quit running. I start to drive on by but I can't leave a woman stranded on the side of the road. Pulling my car over on the side of the road behind you I get out and walk up to your car door. You look scared and only open your window enough to talk to me. Asking if you are alright you begin to tell me that your car made tome strange noise and quit. You tell me that you have roadside assistance on the way and I can leave. I explain to you that my father would be mad if I left a lady sitting on the side of the road. Hearing this makes you feel a little more at ease and you open your window a little farther. I explain

This story has been edited by Demiruging, I want to thank them for their help. *** It was the second evening of Brian Parker's training for a swingers weekend at the Brooks Hotel that his wife Claire Parker had arranged with another couple called Frank and Maggie, also known by their avatar name 'Suger-spicy2' on an adult friendship and dating web site. It was about eight in the evening, and Brain was stripping off his clothes in the second bedroom of the house. Claire his wife was already dressed in black stockings and a black suspender corset. Her pert breasts were loose and proudly free, and she wore black ankle boots. She was also attaching a medium-sized pink dildo onto the strap-on harness she was wearing. Brian's training was for him to be pimped out as a sex slave and to be fucked with a strap-on up his anal back passage by his wife and another swinger's wife called Maggie. "Hurry up I want you on your knees quickly please Brian," Claire told him