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It was the first time L, her Dom and I went out together at a crowded public event, a Renaissance Faire. He bought her a thin, low-cut, white blouse at one of the shops. It exposed her bare shoulders, and a lot of her breasts after he told her not to wear her bra under it when she changed into...

We've done similar role playing with her Dom, which she loves. In the past he's played either a futuristic dystopian government official, or an alien "assigned" to us after an invasion where they've taken over the earth. In either case, all wives are all owned by individually assigned "Bulls"...

After finding a video like this, I can't get it out of my head. I find myself in debt to some dangerous people, a debt I can't repay as quickly as they demand. Two giant, muscular guys covered with tattoos come to our house and demand the money. When I can't pay, they notice my pretty wife and...

L isn't a hotwife yet in this scenario, but has a new boss, a huge aggressive guy she talks about fondly and constantly. She arranges a dinner at a local restaurant for the three of us, and I reluctantly go. I've met the guy once, and he didn't make a great first impression - talking about L's...

We only get to visit her Dom a few times a year now that we've relocated, so every visit deserves all the detail I can preserve. I used to take a small paper notepad that I'd use to keep a travel diary at night in my room while they fucked in his bed. I love writing more detailed accounts of our...

"So, you know when you asked if I'd ever have sex with someone else? Like we do when we pretend?" We had just fucked, and this time the "other guy" in our fantasy was Dave. It was too much to hope for. And even then, would I really want it? But backing down now wasn't an option. "Um-hmmm...

Meeting Dave was an accident. Against all odds. It was a party thrown by a friend of a friend. My friend didn't show, and we didn't know a soul. L and I mingled, and the guests were nice enough, but eventually we just couldn't find a reason to stay. I felt a little guilty - I had pressed L to...

A decade passed. We weren't exactly the "little white picket fence" couple, although L played the "good little wife" to perfection. We climbed the management ladder together, worked long hours, and outwardly enjoyed our professional successes. But inside, a disquieting empty spot was growing...

L was my girl, a fresh-faced college senior, nine years my junior. It was Saturday night, and she had persuaded me to hang out in her dorm to meet some of her friends. Music poured into the long hallway, a different song coming from each open door. I'm not sure how many of her friends I met, a...

L and I are on a romantic cruise on our anniversary. A storm comes up, sinks the boat, and we awake on the deserted beach of an undiscovered island. The inhabitants live under matriarchal rule, and a small group of women gather us up from the beach and take us to their village. All the men are...