Busted

   Caroline entered the house expecting to find her husband and two daughters huddled by the picture window still peeking through blinds. She saw only Becky, her oldest, but she was in the act of taking a seat on the sofa. Their eyes met and told Caroline all she needed to know. Becky had that I-saw-Mommy-kissin’-Santa look–a mischievous gleam. She thumbed through her Teen Magazine while trying to hold back a knowing smile.

Caroline had been busted, and she knew it. She also knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, now that she had to use Bonnie’s front door to come and go, wearing sexy clothes no less. Caroline was already resolved to let the chips fall where they may, knowing she’d get caught, be seen by neighbors, and become the grist for the neighborhood gossip mill. If the girls didn’t see, they’d eventually hear.

She knew she could not stay away from Bonnie, not now, anyway.

She fought back the impulse to tell Becky to wipe that stupid grin off her face and mind her own business, but was glad she held that in when fourteen-year-old Joann came bounding into the room, saying, “What’s so important that I have to see this, now? Oh, hi, Mom!”

Caroline squared her shoulders and brushed past Joann, saying, “You missed it, but I’m sure your snoopy sister will fill you in. Where’s your father?”

“I think he’s on the phone in the den.”

Caroline made for the den and met Richard as he was coming out. She was still in the living room. Joann had just taken a seat beside Becky. The girls were behind her to her left. Richard said, “Oops. Didn’t see you. Sweetheart, I have to go back to the office for a few hours. I’ll catch something to eat downtown. I’m going to leave the phone on the service. Was there something you needed?”
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A Warm and Furry Surprise

     Ever since Patti had been laid off from her job, Mike started to worry about her. His wife of two years was withdrawing more from him each day. It used to be that they would do almost everything together but anymore, all she wanted to do was play around on her computer all the time. Several times Mike had tried to call home during the day only to get a busy signal, or worse no answer at all, and Patti no longer came to bed when he did. It had been weeks since they had made love. She seemed to sit up all night on the Internet and whenever he came into the room, she would quickly minimize the screen. She had even rearranged the room with the computer facing the door so he couldn’t sneak up on her.

Mike thought she was having an affair – talking to guys online and then arranging to meet them during the day while he was at work. Patti was a beautiful woman with shoulder length blond hair and huge brown eyes that could melt your heart. At only 5 feet 2 inches, she was just a little wisp of a woman with a body to die for. The thought of Patti with another man was tearing him apart. Since the day he first saw her, Patti was the love of his life and Mike wasn’t willing to throw that away without fighting for her. Before he could fight, he had to know exactly what it was he was fighting against though.

Having made up his mind that he would need to get into Patti’s email account, Mike called his sister and explained how Patti was depressed since she lost her job. Mike’s sister, Nancy, drop by the house the next day and take Patti out to lunch then maybe do some shopping. Knowing that Patti would be out of the house, Mike arranged to take the last half of the day off from work so he could try to break into his wife’s account.

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Shelly, the Slut Wife by Dirt Man

Oh sure, Shelly was a real dirt bag, filthy low down wallow in the mud trailer trash slut alright, but I married her just the same. Beautiful women with big tits, a scrub-board belly, and a dimpled ass so tight you can land a plane on it have always been my downfall. And her recent idea of performing with other men sexually for my visual kicks was a definite turn on. I could hardly turn her down, after all, she’s not just my wife, she’s my twin sister. However when she asked me to come home for lunch to catch her getting a quickie, I never expected the surprise she had in store for me, nor how our future was about to be effected. I was halfway in the front door when I froze in place. There in the middle of the living room down on all fours dressed in a black satin garter belt, fishnet stockings, and fuck-me-pumps, with her ass up in the air, with Boris our Black Lab pumping her pussy as she sucked the foot long monster cock of some black stranger, was my wife of two years, and sister of 20 sweating and jiggling like the pig she really is. “You must be da husband of dis nasty bitch,” grinned the black man arrogantly. Obviously he felt right at home in my house already, and how could I argue about that with his dick halfway down Shelly’s throat. “They call me Mojo,” and he held his hand out forcing me to come closer to shake it.

“Yeah, that’s me, the resident cuckold,” I replied, “and now I see that she’s discovered the other dark meat.”

“She told me I was her first Nigger, but I thought she was pulling my pud,” Mojo chuckled.

“Looks to me that she’s gone way beyond pulling your pud,” I grouched, and taking a seat in my favorite chair pulled my dick out, and began stroking it as I watched Shelly turn herself into a real bitch right before my very eyes.

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The following short story deals with incest, bestiality, the corruption of minors, and as such it is suggested that if this type of reading offends you, please read no further. The story has been written to entertain, and titillate not influence anyone into following such anti-social behavior. The author in no way condones, or sympathizes with those who would even dare to molest children in this or any way. This account is solely for the purpose of entertaining intelligent, well adjusted adults in the privacy of their consensual, private, sexual endeavors, and nothing more.

To sum up in layman’s terms: This is a fantasy you fucking Morons, not real! It’s for getting your dick hard and jerking off to, and nothing more. Normal people don’t do these kinds of stupid things with kids, and neither should you! What you do with your pets now, is another matter, and none of my business, as long as you don’t harm them.
End summation: Nuff said, now start reading assholes!

At fifteen, going on sixteen years old, standing five foot nothing in her bare petite feet, measuring a solid 37C almost D -20-34, and not an ounce over 98lbs. blue eyed, brown hair to her dimpled ass Christine was the epitamy of the well known term; Jailbait. Jefferey, her step father, was already cleaning his hunting rifle everytime a boy stepped in his house by then, and trying his damnedest to hide his own cock’s troublesome hardons in the process whenever Christine came into sight dressed half naked like her mother did around the house in either panties and bra, or the skimpiest of French cut swimwear money could buy. Not that his wife Becky was any slouch in the body lushious department either at 30 years old, with almost the exact same build as Christine, but only two inches taller than her daughter, and a real honey colored blond goddess herself.

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