More than an Affair

009 So this is what it feels like to be paid attention to. I got to the gym and pulled off my hoodie I had on at work and put it in my gym bag. In a brisk walk across the parking lot I was trying not to run. I hadn't been this excited in, I couldn't remember when. I scanned in and got a locker then went to the bikes. Looking around while trying to be nonchalant about it isn't easy for me I've discovered. No sign of my guy from last night. Maybe he'll come in while I'm here I thought to myself. That day I did an extra 10 minutes on the bike. Then headed to the weights, arms day. At least most of the exercises were done with me sitting or standing so I could watch the gym floor. After about half my weight workout I'd pretty much given up on seeing him come in. But I did notice other guys looking at me. I love the tingle that gives me. I guess that all the years I spent with Brandon hardly noticing I was alive made me hypersensitive when I actually had a gu...

This is my entry for the competition APRIL FOOLS 21, so if you read and like it, please vote. I have put it in the Loving Wives category as I feel that is where it fits best, even if technically nobody involved is actually a wife at the time of the events depicted. There is some sex, but you will have to read through quite a bit to get there (or skip of course!). It goes without saying that all the characters engaged in sexual activities are over eighteen, this is of course a work of fiction, and the copyright is reserved by me, N. S. Carter, and I forbid its use, in whole or in part, without my explicit permission. Schrodinger's Bedroom My name is Felix Schrodinger and I can't take a joke. I have a sense of humour but I can't take a joke. At least those that have a victim, and especially if I am the victim. And by the way I do have a cat, and like all cats she loves to get into boxes, and in fact all kinds of containers and confined spaces. I have no idea why. It just s...

******************************************* This story takes chronologically immediately after Chapter 2 of The Dark Star - Descent Pt. 07. It can though be read in isolation. ******************************************** "Same again?" Jessica Marks looked to the time displayed in the top corner of her mobile phone screen, noting it was ten to eight. To have another drink in this fast-filling Irish Bar that she stepped into a little over an hour ago would make her late for her shift and probably mean she'd also arrive a little tipsy given she hadn't been able to eat all day. "I'm sorry..." she offered realising how rude she'd been to leave the auburn-haired girl stood waiting. She had a pretty face and a slender body dressed in tight skinny black jeans and a sleeveless black button up shirt that perfectly accentuated her slender frame, even if the black only highlighted how porcelain pale her skin was. "...Please I'll have just one more ...

Nicola unwittingly found herself participating in an improvised tea party. Well, it was more precisely an "empty-tea" party, under the large tree with the Hatter, who by all accounts was absolutely Mad. Just then, a girl with long flowing blonde hair ran by frantically. The girl was completely naked and seemed to be quite distressed. As she ran, her large oversized breasts bounced from side to side, threatening to knock her in the face and render her unconscious. Behind her, a young man with a very large erect cock, a long bunny tail lodged into his arse, and large fluffy ears ran after her. "Oh no! For Christ's sake," the Hatter said. "Not that stupid girl again!" "Do you know her?" Nicola asked in surprise at the situation. "Why of course I don't know her!" he yelled incredulously slamming his hand down on the table and dropping his tea glass. His reaction was well over the top. As if he had received a profound insult. With ...

My lubricated anus feels cool, it tingles, as his thick dick pushes its tip inside me. Intense then relaxed, as he whispers in my ear "that's it, good boy". It feels intimate. I'm offering myself up for his pleasure. I want to be a good little bottom. But as his dick deepens in me, it's getting painful. I have to ask him to stop. I try to slow down my breathing. His partially inserted cock slops out of my ass and I feel a rush of relief and pleasure. My whole body and soul wants him in me. He starts gently stroking my buttocks again and then lubes me up again. I try to relax all my muscles and my arms and torso sinks to the floor. He pushes inside me once more. This time further, better, hotter. But all the same I have to ask him to stop, come out again. A third attempt, this time it's not smooth exactly but he says "good boy, keep relaxing, I'm all the way inside you now". I'm in physical discomfort but there are little pangs of pleasure t...

There is no sex in this story. Sorry This is an End of the Affair story. The best thing about having to go to my wife's office party was that I got a chance to drive my Challenger full open. The worst part was that the faster I drove, the quicker I would get there. The gathering was at the company lodge and there was a nice twenty-mile stretch of road leading up to it. No stop signs, no traffic lights, and no traffic; just open road waiting for the Dodge to do her thing. That also meant no gas stations and no jiffy stores. Donna and I had been drifting apart ever since our daughters both got married. I was hoping for just the opposite, but it was not to be. Donna insisted that I accompany her to this function even though I indicated that I did not want to go. Previously she had gone by herself. Donna was a drinker and I wasn't. I did have a beer occasionally. She was also a social butterfly, and I wasn't. For the last year, I suspected that she was having an affair. At thi...