The BMW

Great story it is so hot. I am sitting her in anticipation of the next part. More more more is all my gut tell me. So great job.
Sorry for your loss.

hi...u've got to continue on with this mate!!!

GS

Thanks for your support.

Also, by bumping this, you have made me realise that I have not acknowledged the kind comments from, cuckslut, peakmb, goodhusband, stormydog, meijer, francis and of course, yourself.

I was convinced that I had thanked all of you and also that I would be unable to do any writing for quite some time.

Sorry!!!!!!! to all of you.

Things are getting a little easier now and I hope to continue this story soon.

Once again thanks to all of you for your very kind comments.

G.
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Greenman

Great to hear from you. Also glad things are getting better.

I, too, hope you continue this story . Look forward to the next posts.

Thanks for the kind complement

Meijer

Greenman
Glad things are getting better.

Hi, Meijer and cuckslut,

Thanks to both of you for your continued support.
I hope you like the way I am developing this story.
Please let me know whether you like it or not, your opinion matters to me very much.
Good luck to every one who has understood my difficulty during this time.
I just hope that you will not be disappointed with the next chapter.
Enjoy, I hope?

G.
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Robbie stood shaking with anxiety as he watched the big BMW disappear around the corner.
He shivered slightly as he closed the front door and slowly made his way to the bedroom.

Earlier, there in the bedroom he had watched his sexy wife preparing herself for her date, he had even begged her to really enjoy herself and not to worry about him as he would be waiting obediently for her to come home, well and truly satisfied.

“Oh God, what have I done.” He muttered.

In his wildest dreams it had never crossed his mind that Lisa would be attracted to a black man.
Now, he had a few hours to contemplate just what this would mean to their marriage.
Just as before, he suffered badly as his overactive imagination kept producing extreme thoughts of what her new lover might be doing to his lovely wife Lisa.

Although he was suffering he was also highly aroused.
Perversely he slowly began to enjoy this mixture of pain and pleasure and the realisation of what it felt like to be a cuckold.

He remembered that Lisa had told him that he should wear the panties that she was wearing when she received her first fucking from Maurice.
He was supposed to wear them every time Lisa went on a date and although she had many dates with Maurice he did not know about them until he found the incriminating photos.

Slowly and deliberately, he removed his clothes until he stood naked in front of the big wall mirror which reflected his quite puny body and he was struck by how small his little penis looked.

Picking out the special knickers from his drawer he brought them to his nose and inhaled the still heady aroma and shuddered with emotion as he remembered her first sex encounter with the bastard Maurice.

For the first time, he slowly pulled the fine silk knickers up his legs until they snugly encased his little balls and penis.
He stroked the small mound and groaned as he had another vision of his lovely wife writhing in the arms of her black lover.

Distraught, he spent the next few hours suffering from stomach cramps and a feeling that things would never be the same again.

Why, why, why, did he insist that she should try to find someone who could satisfy her needs, why did she pick a black man?

Everyone knows that a black man usually has a big cock.

Is that what Lisa was thinking when she agreed to meet him for a date?
Would she become addicted to big black cock like some women he had heard of?

Time dragged by so slowly, he actually drifted in and out of a restless relax.

Lying there on the bed in the darkness he was brought to his senses by the room being suddenly bathed in light, then just as suddenly back to darkness.

It could only be the light from a car’s headlights as it turned at the gate,

Looking at his watch he was surprised to see that it was just after midnight.

Jumping from the bed he hastened to the window and watched excitedly as his beautiful wife stood at the gate kissing her new lover in full view of the other houses in the street.
Hopefully nobody would see her, thought Robbie.

As she walked towards the front door, Robbie, naked apart from his wife’s panties, knelt down at the foot of the bed and awaited the entrance of his beautiful mistress.

Robbie watched the bedroom door opening and lightening the room and there she stood.
Glorious, fabulous, a vision of loveliness, smiling lovingly at him on his knees in presentation, she seemed to float towards him.

He felt her hand on the back of his head and allowed her to pull his face to her crotch.
He was in heaven, he could hardly breathe but he could smell the sex through the silk of her wrap around skirt.

After a minute she stepped back and surveyed her submissive husband.

“Oh, Robbie, you’re wearing my special panties, you remembered, how sweet.”

Robbie, almost sobbing, began to kiss her feet, worshipping his sexy wife and desperately wanting to hear the juicy details of her exciting night out.

“Robbie, kneel up and remove my skirt.”
He did as he was told and sliding his hands up the back of her legs, enjoying the feel of her nylon stockings, he eventually slid her skirt off.

Stepping back, Lisa posed sexily as her cuckold husband stared adoringly at the vision before him.

Then, he stuttered, “Lisa, your knickers, what’s happened to them. They’re all ripped and tattered, what’s he done to you, are you alright?”

Giggling, Lisa replied,
“Yes I’m alright sweetie, Alan ripped them so he could fuck me with them on.
He likes his women to have their knickers on when he fucks them.
He promised to buy me new ones, okay?”

“But they were my favourite knickers.”

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll get another pair, after all, they were only a pair of knickers, alright?
Would you like to take them off for me, please?”

Without speaking, Robbie removed what was left of his wife’s shredded knickers; he gazed lovingly at her high heels as she lifted each one out of what was left of her ruined knickers.

“Sniff them sweetie, you like doing that, don’t you?”

“Yes.” He replied as he pressed the soaking remains to his nose.

He inhaled deeply the heady scent of recent sexual activity.
As he was doing this, Lisa poked her finger through the material of her ruined panties and pushed them in to his mouth.

“Chew them honey, pretend you’re trying to wash them clean in your mouth.
That’s it, keep chewing and don’t take them out of your mouth until I say so. Now, climb onto the bed and I’ll try to tell you all about my very exciting night.”

Stripping off the rest of her clothes, Lisa began to tell her gagged husband all about what Alan had done to her and how much she had enjoyed it.

She made particular reference to the fact that Alan had the biggest cock she could imagine and that he certainly knew how to use it to please a girl.
She said that she had thought that Maurice had a big one but his was quite small compared to Alan’s prodigious weapon.

She only thought that Maurice was big because she had only ever seen Robbie’s little one.

She omitted to tell him of Alan’s connection with BMW, just saying he was obviously a wealthy man.
While she was relating the juicy details of what they had done, she cleverly teased Robbie’s little hard-on through the silk knickers he was dutifully wearing.
He groaned and writhed in ecstasy.

Eventually, pushing him down the bed she said, “I want you to kiss me and lick me down there, do you understand, I want you to worship and adore me just like you said you would.
Anyway, Alan said you should always service me and worship me after I’d had a good fucking.
Alan said there was a name for husbands like you.
Did you know that you were now a cuckold?
I love that name, cuckold.
You are my own special cuckold.”

Removing her well chewed knickers from his mouth he did as he was told and lovingly began kissing and licking her well fucked pussy.

But this was not the tight little pussy that had left the house earlier.
This was now a big juicy cunt, a cunt that would need a lot more than he could ever achieve.

After about twenty minutes, Robbie was aware that his lovely wife was relaxing.
Slipping out of bed he lovingly pulled the sheet over her beautiful body.
Gazing at her in complete worship he noticed the group of love bites on her neck, a visual reminder of her unfaithfulness and her night of unbridled passion.

Next day, Robbie served Lisa breakfast in bed as usual.

He always provided her with a perfectly prepared tray.
There was always a red rose in a suitable small vase.
Usually there was a portion of fruit salad, some toast and marmalade, fruit juice and a cup of tea.
At weekends he made sure that she received a cooked breakfast.

While she ate her meal he would fill a hot soapy bath for her to lie in which would ease the aches and pains from her exertions the previous night.

He would then ask his beautiful mistress if there was anything special she would like, before making his way to carry out his general housework.

As Lisa made no comment about her date the night before, Robbie went about his chores dutifully.

Not long after lunch time Robbie heard the front door bell chime and before he could answer it Lisa shouted that she would get it.
He was in the kitchen with the door shut so he could not see who it was at the front door.
He could hear indistinct chatter and bouts of giggling. Lisa obviously found something particularly amusing.

Five minutes later she walked into the kitchen smiling broadly.

“That was Alan at the door just now,” she announced.
“He was delivering a present for me,” she said, and holding up a pair of shocking pink crotch less panties, she giggled as she proclaimed.

“Would you believe it, seven pairs, all different colours, one for each day of the week and all crotch less.
He says they all have a different day embroidered on them and he intends to fuck me in all of them.
Starting tonight, wearing these pink ones.”

Continuing, she said, “I told him that I would have to ask you first, but that I was sure you would say it would be alright.
You will let me go sweetie, won’t you, he said he wants to take me for a special meal at a new French restaurant.
I promise to tell you everything we get up to, as soon as I get home.”

Robbie didn’t know whether to be pleased or not.
After all, this was the sort of situation he always imagined, having to wait patiently at home while another man took his wife out to fuck her.
But this wasn’t just another man; this was a handsome black man with, what Lisa had described as a huge cock.

Head bowed, he could only whisper.
“Of course, it’s, okay Lisa, you know I want you to enjoy yourself. You know that I want the best for you, especially with regards to sex.
I love you; I love you with all my heart.”

“Oh darling, thank you. I’ll just go and get ready. He say’s he will pick me up at 6pm sharp, so I will have to get a move on if I am to be ready in time.
Will you help me to pick out what to wear?”

“Oh yes my darling, I would love to help you get ready for your date.

Over the course of the next couple of hours, Robbie fussed around his sexy wife as she carefully applied her make-up and helped her in to her sexy silky underwear.

He acted as her devoted slave conscious of her every need.

He even slid the shocking pink crotch less panties up her elegant nylon clad legs till they were perfectly fitted, accentuating the slightly puffy lips of her newly stretched pussy.

Gazing at her beautiful cunt he couldn’t help leaning forward on his knees and kissing the lips of her cunt in the knowledge that very soon they would be stretched around a big black cock.

At 6pm exactly, the door bell rang.
Robbie answered the door and once again found himself tongue tied as he tried to shout to Lisa that her date was there.

Again she did not keep him waiting and was soon kissing her new lover right in front of her cuckold husband.

Robbie was struck by the fact that they kissed so intensely and right in front of him too.

Alan withdrew himself from Lisa’s embrace and turned to Robbie extending his hand to shake.
Robbie returned the handshake trying hard to get some grip in to his clasp but to no avail.

“Mr Kay, I want you to know that you have a wonderful wife and I am most proud that you have accepted me to be her lover.
I promise you that I will make her pleasure the most important thing in this relationship and I appreciate your selflessness.
I know that you love her very much and I know that she loves you very much also.
Thank you again, sir.”

Giving Robbie a kiss on the lips, Lisa said, “I’ll try not to be late honey, thanks for trusting me and for being so understanding.”

With that they turned and walked away towards Alan’s big car.
With a quick wave goodbye they drove off and were soon out of sight.

For the second time in twenty four hours Robbie watched the big BMW disappear and although he was not quite, so surprised as the night before, he still felt uneasy and a little helpless as the thumping in his chest threatened to make him lose his balance.

Holding on to the door jamb, he breathed in deeply then slowly closed the door behind him.

very good story...have not paid attention to this string before...now I too look forward to the follow up
A cuck to my GF - A bull to all other women

wow - really really great story! I loved that Lisa was stalking the other guy....can't wait to read more about Alan.....

Glad to see you back Greenman, and on form as usual. As usual too, I hope to see more in future.

amazing mate..now i cant wait for more!!!

norwegian.

Thanks for your comments.
I hope you will continue to enjoy the story as it develops.
Thanks again for your support, I really do appreciate it.

G.

lanceo92

This, I believe is the first time I have heard from you.
Thank you for letting me know that you have enjoyed the story so far.
It is so satisfying to get feed backs from readers, especially someone new.
I hope that the follow up is also to your liking.
Thanks again.

G.

peakmb.

What can I say. You are probably the most influential critic on this site.
Your continued support is very important to me and I thank you for all the input you provide for all the writers on this site who you support by making comment as often as you do, which I am sure can be taxing to say the least.
Thank you.

Geronimo Sammister

Thanks Geronimo,
You too should be acknowledged as someone who this site should be proud of.
I have been impressed by the support you have given to all the writers here and I really do enjoy hearing from you.

I am working on the follow up now and hope that what I come up with is to all of your expectations.

G.
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Greenman
So good to have you back, cannot wait to read what happens next.

This continues to be a classic cuckold story. Glad to see your posting again, Thank you for your efforts

GH

cheers mate!

anything more GH??

cuckslut, goodhusband, Geronimo Sammister and lance092.

Thank you all for your very welcome comments.
I hope you continue to enjoy the story as it unfolds.
Merry Christmas to you all and to everyone who has taken the time to comment not only on my efforts but the efforts of all the contributors to this special site.
G.
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Breathing heavily, Robbie shuffled through to the kitchen and as if in a dream, began to wash the dishes which he had previously deposited in the sink.
He dropped a couple of forks on to the floor as he tried in vain to control his hands.
This was going to be a long night, how was he going to cope, he had no idea.

Later, Robbie’s vivid imagination was working overtime and he could not concentrate on the book he was trying to read to pass the time.

At eight thirty pm he threw down the book and decided to go to the local pub for a take. He hoped the hustle and bustle in the pub would help to calm him down and take his mind off what Lisa and her black lover would be getting up to.

Luckily, the pub was a mere ten minute walk from his house so there was no need to take the car.

He was pleasantly surprised that the pub was already very busy and paying for a pint of ale he made his way to a vacant seat in the corner of the room.

Trying to be as anonymous as possible he attempted to read the local paper which he found lying on the table but he found it impossible to concentrate and finally gave up.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of him and he started to take in the scene around him.

The Castle Inn was indeed a very busy hostelry and the noise level confirmed this.
It seemed that everyone was talking at once, trying to be heard above the blare of the loud background music.

At first he didn’t recognise anyone then a couple entered the bar arm in arm, laughing they managed to get seats at a table on the other side of the room.

Stunned, Robbie watched as the bold Maurice made his way to the bar to order takes.
He shifted his gaze back to the woman now sitting alone.
Blonde, pretty good looking, probably in her late thirties and looking a little bit nervous, as she sat waiting for her escort to return from the bar.

She looked familiar. Then it hit him, well, well, well, Mrs Poole, the bank manager’s wife.
He had met her at a Rotary dinner dance which he and Lisa had been invited to last winter.
Her husband was the club Treasurer.

What was she doing here with Maurice?

Returning with their takes Maurice settled down next to his blonde companion.
Robbie watched intently as they clinked their glasses together in a silent toast, gazing knowingly into each others eyes.

They didn’t stay long.
Finishing their takes Mrs Poole whispered something in Maurice’s ear then made her way to the ladies powder room.
Now sitting alone, Maurice started to look around him and very soon he noticed Robbie sitting quietly in the corner on his own.

Robbie almost wet himself as he watched Maurice get up from his chair and make his way towards him.
Standing tall in front of Robbie, Maurice said, coldly and without any feeling.
“Good evening Mr Kay, I just want to say sorry for what happened. I hope you have forgiven me.”

Robbie remained seated and looking up he managed to say.
“It’s okay, now that I know it’s over.”

Just then Mrs Poole emerged from the ladies room.
Looking over his shoulder, Maurice indicated that he was just coming.
Then leaning over he whispered in Robbie’s ear.

“I see you are on your own tonight.
Let me guess, Lisa’s out with her new man.
I’d heard she’d moved on to pastures new.”

Turning abruptly he made his way over to where Mrs Poole was waiting for him.
Robbie watched speechless as they left the pub.
How could that bastard Maurice know that Lisa was out on a date?

Rising unsteadily, Robbie made his way out of the pub just in time to see Maurice’s BMW exit the pub car park.
As the car passed where he stood he noticed that Mrs Poole was snuggled up close to Maurice as he steered the car out on to the main road.

A few seconds later another car exited the car park and Robbie immediately recognised the driver.
Mr Poole, the bank manager, he was following Maurice’s car.

As he made his way home, Robbie’s mind was trying to figure out what was going on with Maurice and Mrs Poole and what did Mr Poole intend doing about the situation.
He must know that Maurice is shagging her, so he must be going to try and catch them at it.

He wondered whether she had made it in to Maurice’s trophy photo album yet.
He winced as he remembered the photos and that his darling wife Lisa was one of Maurice’s conquests.
He wondered how many people had seen the pornographic photos of his wife and sniggered at their vulgarity.

It was now ten thirty pm as Robbie reached home and opened the front door.
Slumping down into his favourite easy chair he began to imagine what his darling wife must be doing with her new black boyfriend.
The thoughts that filled his mind were at the same time both gut wrenching and sexually stimulating.

“God, I must be really perverted to be excited like this, to actually take pleasure in the knowledge that Lisa is getting fucked by a big black man with a huge cock.
But I can’t help myself, I know that I only have a little penis and Lisa really does need a big cock which she surely deserves.
Oh, God, I hope she’s enjoying it.
I love her and adore her, she’s just, so sexy. I just want her to have the biggest and best of everything.
Please help me to serve her and worship her as the goddess she is.”

Getting up he went to the bedroom and stripped naked.
Opening his drawer he took out the pair of knickers that Lisa was wearing when Maurice first fucked her.
She had been pleased that he had remembered to put them on last night. Hopefully she would be pleased again.
Slowly and sensually he slipped them on, enjoying the feel of the soft silk against his throbbing little penis.
He mustn’t touch himself for fear of cumming.
Lisa would not like it if he had pleasured himself before she got home.
She had said that she expected him to behave himself whenever she is out on a date.

Lying on the bed he ***d himself by imagining all sorts of intimate and sordid actions which his beloved wife and her lover would be enjoying.
What were they doing right now, right at this very moment?
How he wished that he could somehow witness the intense passion of their affair.
Oh, if only he could be a fly on the proverbial bedroom wall.

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Greenman

Another great segment. Anyone who has ever been openly cuckolded understands the ambivalent feelings you experience while your wife is on a date with another man. You've captured them very nicely.

Thank you

GH

Greenman,
That last segment was full of the real twisted pain and pleasure of the cuckold who waits. I felt every moment with him. Well done. Now, like Robbie, I can't wait for Lisa to come home.

Although unlike Robbie, I have made no promises about my behaviour in the meantime ...

goodhusband and peakmb.

Thank you both for your always welcome comments.
I hope to have the next segment ready very soon.
Sorry for having taken so long to acknowledge your response.
Good luck to both of you and I hope that 2011 is a year of good cheer!!!

G.

grt work mate... really look forward to reading your work... please write again soon....

Geronimo

Thank you for your continued support and encouragement.
I do appreciate knowing that you have enjoyed the story thus far.
Good luck to you and as I said to goodhusband and peakmb, I hope that 2011 is good to you.

G.
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Bizarre scenes kept filling his mind.

A particular recurring scene was one where Alan’s big black cock was sliding in and out of Lisa’s open mouth, her ruby red glossy lips liberally coated with his hot spunk.

As he indulged himself with these fantasies, he was incredibly sexually excited and at the same time disgusted at depth of his depravity.

In fact, if only he knew it, she was at that precise moment doing exactly what he was imagining.
She was like a bitch in heat, slurping noisily as she sucked and licked Alan’s big black cock and whimpering as he fingered her well fucked pussy.

She had had a lovely meal with Alan before he took her back to his place for what proved to be a wonderful evening of pure unadulterated sex.

As soon as they were inside his flat Alan put on some sexy background music and asked Lisa to do a strip tease for him.
She was more than willing, and proceeded to tease him as she discarded her flimsy outer clothes.
Their eyes were locked as she weaved sexily back and forth while trying to
imagine what pleasures her black lover had in store for her.

He stopped her abruptly when she was down to her pink crotch less panties, garter belt, silk stockings and her sexy stiletto heels.
She looked gorgeous and he knew that she was now his to do with whatever he wanted.
He smiled knowingly as he realised that she was already addicted to his monster and would do anything he asked of her.

He quickly dispensed with his clothes and taking Lisa in to his arms he allowed his hands to grope and feel her gorgeous body, paying special attention to her tight little bottom and her ample breasts, and all the time complimenting her on how beautiful and sexy she was.
She made no attempt to stop him, as she rubbed herself against the huge bulge pressing into her soft belly.

For the next hour he fucked her twice.

The first time he made her kneel on the edge of the bed with her bottom raised, ready to take his massive cock.
Taking up her position she wiggled her bottom invitingly as she looked over her shoulder at his menacing monster.

Spitting on his fingers he rubbed the spittle around and into her tight little pussy.
Within a few moments he decided she was ready for it and positioning his huge throbbing member at the entrance to her slippery hole he slowly inserted it inch by inch into the hot depths of her hungry cunt.

Lisa emitted a low guttural sigh as she felt the big thick cock sliding in deeply and opening her up.
Her cunt muscles immediately started to massage the huge interloper as it sank in and impaled her.

Holding her by the hips, Alan went very slowly at first, building up a good rhythm and enjoying hearing the loud slapping sounds as his big balls smacked against the quivering cheeks of Robbie’s sexy wife’s bottom.
He momentarily wondered how a man could allow his wife to be such a slut for another man.
Putting it out of his mind he concentrated on getting every inch of his rigid cock as deep into Lisa’s tight but well stretched cunt as possible.
Her cries and moans only encouraged him to increase the ferocity of his pounding and soon he was fucking her with wild abandon.

No longer the gentleman, he was now calling her his whore and demanding that she begged him to fuck her senseless.
She was in fact a whore at that moment and she pleaded with him to fuck her, to fuck her harder and harder and fill her with his boiling spunk.

After quite some time Alan could no longer keep up the ferocity of his assault.
Unable to check himself, he let out a long painful groan as he unleashed a torrent of hot spunk deep into the depths of Lisa’s womb, filling her with his potent sperm.
Lisa screamed as she convulsed in the throes of an almighty orgasm, spraying the bedcover in the process.


They both lay there, exhausted and bathed in sweat, utterly knackered and unable to move.

It wasn’t long though before she slid down the bed and gently sucked him back hard again.
Licking the swollen, spunk coated trunk and head of his prodigious black cock, she marvelled at the size of the monster which had been fucking her mercilessly just a few minutes earlier.

This was the exact moment that her loving husband, waiting patiently at home, was imagining her licking and kissing Alan’s spunk streaked cock.

Satisfied that she had him hard enough again, she told him to lie where he was and straddled him, lowering her dripping pussy down on to his now stiff and throbbing penis.

This time as he lay stretched out on the bed he ordered her to ride him.
She needed no further prompting and was soon bouncing up and down on his twitching cock, furiously intent on pleasing this wonderful man.
She savoured every moment of their intense communion completely at the mercy of her black master.
He watched, as if in a trance, as her tits swayed violently back and forth due to the pummelling he was dispensing to her hot cunt.
He knew that she couldn’t take much more of this bombardment and was not surprised when he recognised the sign.

He felt her stiffening and knew she was about to cum again so he increased the tempo of his fucking into overdrive and joined her in an earth shattering climax, the intensity of which neither of them had ever experienced before.
They were both drenched with perspiration. Lisa lay on top of her lover aware of his spunk leaking out of her very sloppy and ravished pussy.

Rolling off him, Lisa lay back completely satisfied and content.

Soon she would have to return home to her ever loving husband.
It was so comforting to know that he wanted her to have and enjoy this freedom.
How lucky she was that he loved her so much.
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Didn't disappoint Greenman. I think we all need a quiet moment after reading that. The contrast between Robbie being able to think of nothing but his wife and Lisa thinking nothing of her husband until she is finished is very nicely played. Thanks for giving it to us.

Greenman

A very nice scene. I thoroughly enjoyed it and I look forward to more.

Thank you for writing

GH

Thanks Greenman, very well written and thoroughly enjoyable. You and goodhusband have a way of putting these, poor, gentle, submissive cuckolds through the wringer, alternately battering them with pain, self-loathing, and complete and total arousal, and of making us feel it too. Great pants-stretching fun to read!

Also, sorry I haven't checked in lately, I've had little time to read or write and kind of lost track of the story. It's good to be back and to catch up! Hope you find time to keep posting.

Greenman

Let me echo Stormy's a GH's commnets.

Well written and you capture, I think the love in this life. [u]The agony and the ecstasy[/u] of the lifestyle.

I hope you find the time to continue writing. I enjoyed your story and your writing style!

All the best

Meijer

peakmb,

Thanks again for your, always, encouraging comments.
I hope the next segment continues to hold your attention.
Perhaps we are coming to the end, soon.

G.

goodhusband.

Under the circumstances, I am extremely flattered that you found the time to make your usual positive comment.
Thank your lovely wife for keeping us all up to date on your condition.
Good health is so important.
So do as your loving wife tells you!!!
Get well soon, friend.

G.

stormydog.

I really do appreciate you taking the time to say that you enjoyed the story.
I am flattered that you consider my style of writing as good.
Coming from one who is consistently praised for the standard of his/your writing, I am honoured.
Thanks again.

G.

Meijer.

I am, indeed, fortunate to receive such positive encouragement from yourself.
As I have said already, I really am flattered.
Especially when you consider the quality of those who comment.
I hope you enjoy the next chapter.
Thanks and good luck to you and everyone for the coming year.

G.
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