And Then Came the Honeymoon

Can You Cheat in an Open Marriage? It's a Matter of Degree An ending for Odiouser's Story, "Can You Cheat in an Open Marriage?" This is a conclusion to the original story by Odiouser. The URL for that story and his invitation to write an ending are below. I thank Odiouser for a great story and a beguiling proposition for the lead character and a beguiling and challenging task for an author. I also greatly appreciate his helping me out as Beta Reader and Volunteer Editor. His deft touch saved readers of this story hundreds of unneeded words and brought much needed focus to the project. At the conclusion of that original story by Odiouser: I'm over 14 1/2 thousand words into this tale, and I still cannot decide how our big conversation should go. I didn't set out with a plan to create a story with no clear outcome. But I wove all the ups and downs along the way, and never could come to an ending that I felt strongly about. I could equally live with separation ...

I say ass, you say arse... let's call the whole thing an excellent idea! This is written in a mix of American and UK English, depending on who is speaking or thinking at the time. - Emily's supervisor told the crew about the new guy who would join their lab in London the next week. "Sandy's lab in Boston has been having problems getting our PCR primers to work, so they're sending us one of their students for a month." The chosen student was Bradley. He'd been recently dumped by his girlfriend, so was delighted to head to the other side of the Atlantic, far far away from her. It was sad, but he'd known from the off they hadn't had enough in common for it to last. Perhaps he could have a brief fling with an English girl? He'd love to hear one of those sexy accents in bed. Or a one-night-stand, at least. He was embarrassed to admit it, even to himself, but he couldn't prevent the thought coming back again and again: a girl who was up for a o...

Chapter 12: Masseuse Mothra? It was well past midnight by the time the kaiju trio arrived on the remote eastern banks of the island of Borneo. Godzilla, Rodan and Anguirus all collapsed limply as soon they made it to dry land. The alpha volunteered to stay up on watch while the others tried to snatch a few hours of sleep before they had to get down to business. The King sat stationary, staring out into the vast Pacific - in the direction of his home while the sun steadily illuminates him from the face down. "You could've woken me up to take over for you, Godzilla. Were you really up all night?" Anguirus awakens by his side, his vision hazy. "I don't need rest." The alpha responded without taking his eyes off course. "That's not like you. The Godzilla I remember liked to sleep his ass off whenever he can." Anguirus returned. "Well you remember wrong." Getting up with a low rumble, the monster belly flops back into the water for a...

Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual, dubiously consensual or reluctant sexual situations. This story is a part of series, in which the victim is turned from straight to gay and that's is his fantasy to be taken like this. * I lay there as he moved from my view. I want to place my head down but I cannot because of the way I am bound. A few moments later he returned and dropped his knapsack alongside the table to which I was tied. Since this all began the minutes have seemed like days. He moved off to the bathroom and I went cold as I got a glimpse of what was in the knapsack. In it was bondage stuff, dildos, clamps and so forth. As the shower turned on a sense of alarm overtook me and sounded very loud in my brain and I twisted desperately in an attempt to free myself. Suddenly, a knock at the door of my hotel room. I struggled harder to get free and began to scream into my gag. Almost with a sixth sense, the shower was off and he came out of the ...

I was very unhappy about the turn my life had taken. First my parents had died of COVID back in January, just a few months before the vaccine would have been available. Then my wife got killed by a drunk driver yesterday. I went from having a small but tight-knit family to having nobody, in a ten-week span. Fuck this. Time to end it all. I walked out to the woods and headed for the cave. Nobody ever used the cave, so I wouldn't be found for a long time. I stepped just into the entranceway. I drew my knife and put it against my wrist. "And just what are you doing?" I looked around and saw a petite woman. Her face had a few wrinkle lines, so she had to be at least 30, but the rest of her was very well maintained. Me, not so much: at 33 I looked like someone in their 40's. I could see just how well maintained she was, because she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Her black hair was straight and short. She was maybe five feet tall, if that, and quite thin. Sli...

I slowly drifted awake. I couldn't remember the last time I felt this relaxed or this well rested. Jenny was curled up beside me. After the amazing, frantic, exhausting start to our vacation we had settled in and spent a couple of days doing absolutely nothing. It's not an easy thing, doing nothing. It's part of what I love so much about all inclusive vacation spots. We didn't need to consider any aspect of our day. Others cooked, cleaned and generally made our days as carefree as possible. We lounged, we wandered, and did our level best to just be there. We both needed this more than either of us had realized. I rolled to the side, putting my arm over Jenny and kissed her on the head. "Mmmmm..." Jenny opened one eye to glance at me then snuggled up against me. Her hand moved onto my side then slid down to my hip. She gently ran her fingers into the little hollow just inside my hip bone. "I like this little spot right here" she said as she caressed...

Professor Stone was pleased when Jennifer arrived on time for their appointment. It didn't mean that she would be rewarded. It just meant that she wouldn't be punished further. "Time to begin, let's go to the room and have you wear the glass again. WE have to continue our experiment. Follow me, Jen" stated Professor Stone. She was happy as Jennifer followed her down the hall. Jennifer was coming along almost nicely. The trick to making bimbos was to take your time. She sat Jennifer down on the chair and strapped the glasses on. "Time for you to insert the rod." stated Professor Stone. "Oh...right." said Jennifer. She undid her pants and pulled down her underwear. "I thought I told you not to wear any underwear? Underwear doesn't help us. It hinders a woman's wetness. I want you wet and dripping, is that understood Jen?" Professor Stone said commandingly. Jennifer's mistake would mean further punishment once Jennifer full...