Stephanie Krieger's Tales

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The waiting room was cramped and sparsely decorated. There were no pictures or posters on the wall and the only magazines in the room were old copies of Glamour. The cover models were buried in a hundred pounds of makeup and wearing skimpy outfits posing seductively for the camera. It was a strange environment and not like anything Candace had ever experienced before. Derek sat beside her patiently waiting. He had not said a thing since they had checked in with the young receptionist. She was a buxom young brunette who fluttered her eyes and made sure to push her chest out when speaking to them. But since the initial encounter, no words were spoken between any of them as they waited for their appointment. Derek had chosen the counselor and Candace had no say in the matter. Strangely, she had grown used to not having a say in some things. It had been weeks since she'd worn underwear and she'd adjusted much quicker than expected to being constantly under threat of having her smoo...

Candace hadn’t planned to cheat on her boyfriend. It just happened. It wasn’t premeditation or a grand conspiracy to break his heart. It just happened. Like impulse buying a new dress at the store, she had impulsively opened her legs and fucked a stranger she met at Oscar’s Bar near her work. It just happened. That’s what she kept telling herself. But the guilt and shame eventually wore her down and she sobbingly confessed to Derek, her boyfriend, about her infidelity. Much to her surprise, he remained calm and collected throughout her confession. Derek sat in his chair and stoically watched as the busty blonde poured her heart out to him. “I’m so sorry, baby.” She sobbed uncontrollably. “I don’t know what came over me. I’m so ashamed and wish I could take it back.” Occasionally she would wipe her eyes with a tissue and look at Derek. He was completely devoid of any expression; almost as though he didn’t care. “Please, baby.” She whimpered. “Please say something to me.” “What do you wa...

A dim beam of sunlight was all that illuminated the luxurious kitchen. Tall vertical blinds along a set of windows at the back of the adjacent living room were opened to allow the warmth of the morning sunrise to flow unabated. Tall pine trees, clearly visible through the windows, swayed gently in the morning breeze. Their branches were covered in dense pockets of moisture as the dark of night surrendered to the warmth and beauty of a new day. Inside the kitchen was just as peaceful, although not as quiet. The sound of sizzling breakfast food mixed with the gentle hum of a young woman washing the last of a set of dirty dishes. Jenny was the happiest woman alive. Her long, flowing brown hair was wrapped into a tight braid that hung over her left shoulder. It stopped just above her naked breasts, which glistened in the light of the morning Sun. They were immense and perky, a solid 40-HH size, which was not her natural breast size but she begged her husband to make sure that they were alw...

The following morning Jenny was working in the kitchen much earlier than she usually did. It was a work day so she already had a lot to do, but she needed to make sure that Jack was taken care of before she started working on her own day. Dressed in nothing but a transparent laced pink skirt and high heels, Jenny dutifully glided across the kitchen floor preparing breakfast for her husband. Her pussy and mouth both ached from the pounding she’d taken the day before, but it was a warm and welcoming feeling. Time seemed to stop when her body was overcome with orgasms the day before. And now, she was mostly nude, working in the kitchen, her rightful place, to serve Jack. Her heart raced with excitement as she heard his footsteps approaching the kitchen. His face glowed with an immense smile at the sight of his stunningly beautiful wife dressed in a slutty little see-through skirt and heels. She ran over and threw her arms around him. “Oh, sweetheart!” She beamed. “Good morning! Jenny is s...

Jack sighed and stared blankly at the garage door. Work was usually challenging but today was an rare exception. It felt as though everything that could go wrong throughout the day had gone wrong. Anything he did to make changes or attempt to repair problems would only make things worse. And now he was home; content to go inside, watch TV, and try to recover some of his energy before going back to the “grind” in the morning. The only challenge that he faced for the evening was Jenny, his wife. She was usually difficult to read or predict but her mood recently was much more unstable than he was accustomed to. She would be cold and distant one moment and then she would be consumed by a fiery sexual passion that he’d never experienced in his life. As he took a deep breath and prepared to enter the house, he hoped and prayed for the latter. He opened the car door and walked up to the front door of his home. He stopped for a moment to listen for any noises coming out of the house. Sometimes...