wives stories and histories

Part 7 - Life goes on!
So at 38 years old I am pregnant! and by a man 27 years older than me - in fact an old age pensioner and old enough to be my father!
But I suppose not unexpectedly considering the all-consuming sex we had enjoyed to bring it about.
God, I was actually pregnant with Donny's baby....

Mitchell kept talking, offered his thoughts on differences between men and women, spoke of a baseball game he played. Not a real game, he said, just fun. "One batter hit and everyone else played the field, me too. But I got most of the balls. The others, all women as it happened, looked at me in wonderment....

Note. This is a story about a wife who submits to being the sexual plaything of someone NOT her husband in order to help her husband out of a dire situation. It contains elements of blackmail and coercion. I intend to write multiple endings to this story. If this description doesn't sound good to you. Skip this story. PLEASE....

I like sex as much as the next woman. Maybe more. I love my husband, our marriage, and our sex life. So none of what happened is because I wasn't happy with my marriage and my husband. I was happy. Don't blame me. None of it was my fault.
My husband, James, and I, Jessie, are both thirty. We met our sophomore year at college. We have been together ever since. Early on, we decided we would be exclusive and monogamous. I have been. I never had reason to doubt James' fidelity either....

The Italian Stallion
Willywin
Prologue.
Not sure if this is the purpose of a prologue. This is the second story in a series I hope to write that delves into sexual relationships during wartime, they're not about right or wrong, just how circumstances can affect people. This story will have three chapters. I know the anonymous BTB always seem to moan about my endings and no doubt they will moan again, so if you're looking for a BTB then in this instance don't read any further as you might be disappo...

Josh and Shelby were climbing into his truck after the concert ended. They were heading back to his hotel. Josh was navigating the traffic exiting the venue's parking lot. Shelby was tipsy from the drinks her and Jess were drinking while Josh and Chris only had a few so they were OK to drive.
"I never realized how high your truck sat up. You'd have to be in a semi or something to see in here, " she giggled as she looked out the window. She immediately turned and dropped her head in Josh's lap. She starte...

"Holmberg with the pass to center ice..." The masculine voices of sports commentators drifted down the hall as Lynn unlocked the front door to number 99 and stepped into her home. She kicked off her heels and walked down the hall to the living room. A hockey game raged on the TV and Bill and his friends were clustered in the glow like sycophants before an electric idol. Half a dozen beer cans and two chip bowls cluttered the coffee table before them like crude offerings. Bill, Craig, and a rusty haired stra...

We stumbled through the door a little after 8 pm, laughing and giggling. It was getting late for us. Holly would have to be up at 5 am to be out the door for 7. My commute into work was less of a chore, so I could sleep in until 6:30 at the latest.
Wednesday evening was hardly ideal for fun, but our schedules had just aligned so well this week that it would have been silly not to take advantage of the opportunity. It was the school summer holidays, her girl was sleeping around a friend's, and my boy was ...

The golden light of a gentle dawn beamed onto Laurie's face through a crack in the curtain. He woke, squinting at the unwelcome intrusion, and groaned in frustration. Kitty slept beside him, turned away so that her pretty face was in the dark and her sleep remained undisturbed.
Laurie lay for a moment, listening to her steady breathing. There was quiet in the house. No kids running around, nothing playing too loud on the TV in the living room. No chaos. Just blissful quiet. That was how Laurie knew it wa...

KC (pronounced "K C " or "Kacey") was distressed. And it showed in her behavior. Something was paramount on her mind and it was affecting her feelings towards her husband JC (short for James Conner). KC was a treasure of a young wife and of a woman. She was 25 and worked for a mortgage company as a clerk. She was attractive and well liked by everyone but she was definitely devoted to JC....

Part 2
Hey all, sorry I had to break my previous experience into 2 parts.
Coming back to Sneha's 40th birthday party at my house, Sheila and I entered back into the living room, to find everyone seated down on the floor in a circle. Mayank patted the empty space between him and Fatema Aunty, while Sheila went to sit in between Kapil and Jitesh. Devi stood in the center of the circle explaining the new game that we were about to play. Something like spin the bottle, everyone will get a chance to spin t...

It was the night of our 5th anniversary. I had bought her a new diamond necklace and a new black dress that clung to her skin perfectly, showing off all her curves and plenty of cleavage. I don't even remember ordering an food since from the moment we arrived she kept ordering us shots from the bar. I had an odd feeling about it because she doesn't usually like to drink, but ultimately thought nothing of it since tonight was a special occasion....

The first time it happened, I was confused and embarrassed. My husband, Michael, was sitting across the table from me in the restaurant. We were chatting about life. Nothing was unordinary about the place, the setting, the topics. It was pleasant, normal, comfortable, save perhaps the occasional roaming eye of our young waiter who seemed to have a thing for the full breasts of a married woman. His attention was not enough to make me feel awkward, but plenty enough for Michael to notice....

Olivia's house sitting adventures were at an end, and she was excited at the thought of 10 days with 3 of her wild friends in Skiathos. Helen, was still in shock at what she had done both with Olivia, with Olivia and James, and in her own marital bed when she invited young James over for breakfast - however, the whole adventure excited her greatly and had fuelled a number of very erotic solo sessions with her vibrator, and a lot of very enthusiastic sex with Peter... especially since she knew James was the ...

Dear Readers,
Thank you for your encouraging words and constructive criticisms via messages, and comments. Also, thanks for reading the previous chapters, my other stories and following. I highly value your suggestions and implemented many to my level best. This is the penultimate chapter of the Cat' on the Wall, where she finds true love and more secrets. Please leave your valuable feedback and ratings. Cheers. :-)...

Psychomental Complex pt. 2
Maybe you're the one who was taken over by a spirit.
My thanks to Mormon Jack for his review and comments on the parts 1 & 2 of this story. He made it more coherent and credible. All errors and absurdities are my responsibility.
This story will be meaningless unless you've read pt. 1...

"... I don't ever recall having one" Rose replies in a rather soft and fragile tone - to Ken's smoothie quip; leaving me to then wonder how much she actually heard of Ken's and my own conversation. Ken himself is suppressing a chuckle, (he's acting a bit over-masculine and full of himself) so his smirk also tells Rose that she's been left out of some joke, that this isn't in reference to some blended fruit drink....

[:::: Authors Note ::::]
This is a short one and one of my first tries to write poetry outside of the Red Suit. It doesn't come naturally to me. So sorry if the words don't rhyme like they should.
This is a short one that I am working on while I complete The White Suit, Book 2 of The Dark Christmas Saga and polish a new story, 'Pain'....

When The Queen Kneels Part 5
Stephanie didn't sleep. Or rather, her body did--she must have drifted at some point--but her mind never stopped. It played over every moment in a loop: the heat of the sun on her back, the cold splash of hose water, the way the soap clung to her skin, the way her nipples had stayed stiff the entire time. The way Leon had looked at her. Like she was prey ripe for slaughter. It was humiliating and hot and fucked and hot and awful and........

The car ride home from the spa was awkward to say the least. Dan made one or two half-hearted attempts to engage his wife in conversation, but Claire didn't bite. She was still angry at Dan, for one. He had been misleading her this entire time, letting her believe that he had cut off his friendship with Zane like she asked....

Me (Louis, 25, M), and my beautiful GF, Sarah (24, F) live together in a quiet area in Northern Ireland. I work in an office around 40 minutes away from home and Sarah works from home most days. She often hosts work meetings in the house as some of her coworkers live close by.
If I'm coming home early she asks that I send her a message and she can let me know if I will be interrupting a meeting or not....

There's no sex in this story.
It had been five years since I came home from work and found a large limo sitting in my driveway. The largest black man I've ever seen opened my front door and allowed me to enter my house, maybe allowed isn't the right word but he could have easily stopped me. My wife Amy was sitting at the table, wearing the dress I loved to take off her. As I approached the table, she added a single ice cube to a glass and filled the glass with scotch, just the way I liked it....

"I'm going to be fine, love," David reassured Claire, his hand resting comfortably on the steering wheel as they pulled up to the elegant residence of Robert and Victoria. His eyes swept over the well-kept garden, the ivy climbing the red brick walls, creating a luxurious yet homey atmosphere. "Or are you nervous that I'll make a fool of myself in front of your worldly host family?" David joked....

This is a work of fiction, but based on real conversation and a fair amount of actual events and situations. I put this together on my own as a story years ago. Some time later, during Covid, when I needed to be physically separated from my wife, I shared it with her via text. Well, sext I guess, lol. From there it kind of took on this interactive story development that I'll share as part 2 of this story....

My Shy Wife Chapter 3
The continuing story of my shy wife.
I arrived home just on one, entered and heard Betty call my name, saying she was upstairs. I climbed the stairs with some hesitancy, unsure what to expect. I found Betty in our bed, on her back, hair tussled, makeup smeared, her face flushed. Her breasts and body were covered with thick white goo, she opened her legs, bent her knees, her pussy swollen, red, a glob of cum at the entrance....

© 2025 JoshFrom53
Dear reader.
First a little warning. There is no sex in this short figment of my imagination.
Turning502019 was so kind to edit it. Will, again, thank you.
Oh, let's not forget the disclaimer. Everyone and everything engaged in any physical action is over eighteen years old and the whole story is just that, a story....

Having recently turned 50, my wife of twenty-nine years, now 47 and in my eyes as hot as the day I met her, albeit with a little bit of plastic enhancement, courtesy of a successful business.
We have three great kids who are gradually easing their way through school and eventually into the workforce....

A Good Wife's Dilemma, Part 2
There is a sliver of cuckoldry in this story, but it isn't the focus of this tale about a needy wife and her husband.
I didn't know what to expect when I got home from work. I had no idea how my wife would start a conversation about other men. Dumbfounded doesn't even begin to describe my condition. I promised Mary Lou that we would talk tonight. I can't avoid the conversation but damn I'm dreading talking about this touchy subject. I heard and understand my wife's point ...

Author's Note: This is the third of 3 parts.
Thanks to all who read the first two installments. We appreciated the feedback, even the negative ones :)
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"So what brings you all to me and how can I help?" The woman asked, after we awkwardly settled into our places on her couch and completed our ridiculously formal introductions....

Melinda was cheating on me. I knew it. She'd been more and more standoffish since the July 4th company picnic her company hosted.
And I knew with whom she was screwing around: her boss, Doug Hemmings. I'd seen them talking off to the side at that picnic. At the time, I didn't really pay any attention, being involved in a horseshoe pitching tournament with a $50 gift card up for grabs. But, thinking about it in view of later events, I should have been suspicious at how intensely they were talking. And my ...