One Upsmanship

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. If that fact bothers you, then quit reading now. *.**.***.**.* *** Laci Meyers came to, a horrible taste in her mouth and an incessant pounding in her head. She tried to open her eyes and couldn't. Her jaws ached; Laci had a bad habit of grinding her teeth in her sleep. Her bladder was full. Her bladder threatened to explode at any moment. The tempurpedic mattress was soft, yielding and comforting. That plushness did not lend itself to a speedy exit, though. Laci almost screamed when she realized that there was an arm across her middle. There was also a warm, hard body behind her, pressing against her. There were bits and pieces of the warm, hard form touching against bits and pieces of her nude body. "I'm naked!?" Laci reali

Tessa sat on the big overstuffed couch in her grandmother's living room. She had been there three days and was bored out of her mind. Her grandmother lived on a farm out in the country. There was nothing but national forest all around it. Woods, woods, and more woods. She had been raised in the city. Malls were her thing, not trees. Her parents were getting a divorce and she had been exiled to her grandmother's place. Why she couldn't figure out. She was eighteen and knew about divorces. A lot of her friends had gone through them. It wasn't a big deal or was it? Her mother and father hadn't been getting along for several years. Tessa sighed and leaned back, crossing her arms across her stomach. She had overheard some things about her dad cheating on her mom and there was also something about her mom doing the same thing. Maybe that's why she was here, to keep the details away from her. She sighed again and sat up. Her grandmother wouldn't tell her anything

The following is a sequel to SlutProblems' 2019 story, "Professional Realtor Level," about a wife who not only cheats on her husband, but does so repeatedly with the goal of feeding her clueless husband as much cum as she can. We know nothing about the woman's husband in the original story, not even his name. We do know that he hates her "realtor voice," and that's about all, so this sequel tells the tale from his perspective. As I read the original, I couldn't help but wonder how a man married to someone for 15 years could not know his wife was cheating as much as the woman in this story was. This sequel provides one possible explanation. I would like to thank SlutProblems for graciously giving me permission to write this sequel. Also, many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. And yes, I do moderate comments. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe,

This story is my own work. I submit for publication only on Literotica. It is not to be reproduced or published on any other site, any other format, or under any other name. Warning: It's a long one, over 13,500 words. Ok, so I'm dipping my toe into the LW category for the first time. This is not a BTB, RAAC, or Cuckold Humiliation story, so if that's what you want, please keep browsing the LW Hub--there are some great stories and wonderful writers here. This is a story about a loving couple deciding to share on one very special occasion. I know that haters gonna hate, and that's fine. It's your right. But if you want to leave negative comments, please try to explain them intelligently. I'm always up for constructive criticism from other Lit authors and members, especially those with profiles. I write for fun and pleasure and I don't have an editor here, although I've reached out to several. Most comments that I read on other stories about the need to

After a long, post-Covid lockdown struggle, Erin finally landed a job using her business school degree. Executive Secretary sounded so good to her; she started designing her business card in her head. She got a call yesterday from the Accounts Administrator, welcoming her aboard. Maria sounded quite delightful as she reminded Erin of her start time, what she'd need to bring for HR to set up her records, and of course, the dress code. "Let's see... you'll be here on Tuesday. High heels, flowing skirt, white top. You want to impress the owner, Karl, who will be stopping by tomorrow. And Jim, your boss, will want you looking your best." Formal Dress The HVAC firm had multiple subcontractors working out in the field, so Karl and Jim were often on the road. But they both would be there to meet the new hire, Jim in the morning but Karl not arriving until after lunch. Erin chose a black skirt, tight around her rounded butt, flaring until it reached her mid thigh and fi