Stories by Marco Lease

My husband Jeffery and I are real estate brokers and we occasionally find good rehab opportunities to flip properties. We recently remodeled a house in the city and received a fair offer from a man named Clyde Jackson. He’s a doctor at the local immediate care and proved to have a strong...

I was startled awake by a nurse poking around my body. My eyes squinted open and focused on a name tag with the name Betty. I cleared my throat as Betty lifted my bed upright. "How are you feeling?" Betty was glaring at me. "I feel terrible," I answered with a cough. "You're lucky the bullet...

Let me begin by saying I’m a prim and proper wife. That part is easy for anyone to see; however, looks can be deceiving. I’m also a white slut. Let me give you an example. I stripped out of my clothes and got onto his king size bed which nearly took up all the space in his small apartment...

My wife being a former exotic dancer, gave me confidence to place a large bet with my rival co-worker that she would win the dance contest. "Five hundred dollars says if my wife enters the contest, she'll win." I was confident to the point of being arrogant. "Deal, ass wipe," he answered...

I wanted see my wife win the Dancing with Athletes competition. Mostly I wanted to show off my hot sexy wife. Her lovely twenty six year old body was in fantastic shape as she maintained a rigorous work out schedule. I worked as a sports trainer at the University and become acquainted with...

I looked for my wife from the top of the steps with the sound of crickets ringing aloud. I could see a couple of men drunkenly staggering along the side walk and a prostitute giving a man a blowjob behind a dumpster. My heart sank. “Where did she run off too?” I mumbled as I hurried down the...

It all began with role-playing with my husband, I thought. One thing leading to another until you're past the point of no return. The sweet aroma of coconut lotion infused the room as the sun sank low casting long shadows across the floor from the balcony window. The tranquility of my...

There’s a time when a black man should lay it on the line or in fishing terms snag-that-fish. Truth is, your respectable wife was on the dance floor grinding her ass into my cock, yo. “I want you Ashley, give me your digits,” I whispered in your wife's ear. That's right, I didn’t ask. I...

“Go deeper,” I moaned. Without intent, that evening revealed what I longed for sexually. My husband made no comment which made me think he either ignored my confession or was too lost in arousal to hear. A few days later though he had quite a surprise for me and the surprises have kept coming...