Stories by Lutheran Maid

This follows on from Richard and my dialogue in 'How I cucked Richard.' It's written for women. Humiliating is not something that we were brought up to do. But it is often a part of the psyche of relationships when you go with a alpha male and your husband concedes defeat. I don't pretend that...

Kirsty (K) OK, so Luther has kindly agreed to tidy up our text for the blog, but we're going to tell our story in dialogue. You alright with that Richard? Richard (R ) On the condition that this is about coping too eh? I mean, sexy as it sometimes is, a husband will have to learn to cope. (K)...

This is probably the most important night of my life. I kid you not! Estelle is going out on a date with Dexter. He is the adonis black boss at the place where I work. Dexter is quietly spoken and he has been interested in my wife for a long time. But it is company policy that the senior...

'Would you like me to own you?' It was the most astonishing question Peter had ever heard. Of course he had been challenged with a few questions…at the seminary, as regards matter of belief and faith… but never a question like this! He smiled. May be he hadn't heard right? After all they were...

Look, we were fostered from different families. Chloe is not really my sister. We were simply raised by the same foster ******. But boy I hated the little bitch! She must have come from snobby stock. it must have been in her genes. Chloe was instinctively snooty, know it all about everything...

Cheryl is dancing down at the club. I watch her move around the floor, her svelte body moving sinuously to the music. This is her kind of music, the beat rhythmic but not rapid. She can move her hips on the off beat, accent the snaking, s curve of her body as she rolls upwards from her thighs...

We left Southampton well over four hours ago and now, now Estelle is making up her face. My wife is pretty, a natural ash blonde with a generous cleavage and a rounded eye catching bottom. Estelle is 36. She is the sort of woman that looks good in a black basque, and a sassy black cocktail...

Ellen checks her attire. She is wearing black seamed stockings, a neatly pleated but ridiculously short blue tartan mini skirt and black high heeled boots. On her top there is a blouse that shows a lot of her cleavage and a short leather biker's jacket. She smiles at me. OK? I smile back. I've...

The master bedroom of our large town house. It is a little after eleven on a Sunday morning. It is church time. Black cock church time. Even though I have done this sort of stuff for well over a year now, it still triggers me. I get an erection on it. Hell no, the erections have got worse. far...

I bloody well hated April. Not the first mind, not the bad luck day. It was the third. I knew Penny had been seeing this guy Ambrose. I even knew what the bastard looked like. He hung around some of the bars down town. There were always three or four 'brothers' standing around. I mean, you never...