wives stories and histories

Jill and Lynn go dancing
This story is about two best friends, who agree they do not have much, if any, sex in their lives and make a decision to go dancing and drinking together, at a local hotel on girls' night.
It is based loosely on places and people I know, but generally a figment of my imagination!...

Life's Challenges Lead to Great Changes
Part II: Change Affects All Aspects of our Lives
Best if Pt 1 read first. TJ and Valentina move on with their lives, but changes continue.
August, the New Normal?
As August began Val and I had to get used to our new work routine. We continued to happily fuck like a couple of rabbits on speed, of course. But now, like way back before June's streak of bad events, each of us was also very busy with our jobs. I was trying to position myself for a promotion, Va...

People know me as Reporter Shilpa -- the voice of reason on screen. The storm in heels. A saree-clad icon with a mic in hand and fire in my tone. I walk into studios and rallies like I own the damn place. Because I do. I've earned it.
But away from the cameras, I'm something more primal. More human. More woman....

I took Georges hard cock out of my mouth and stood up; but kept wanking him. He was going weak at the knees and I didn't want him to come but I did want to keep him on the boil.
"You be a good boy later, don't embarrass me and I'll reward you when you get home." I said.
George nodded and I turned him around, taking a biro pen off the side. I then wrote across his lower back, Susan's property. He asked me what the hell I was doing and I said it was a medical pointer. He huffed and pulled up his pants. ...

I recommend reading Never Too Late (1) and Never Too Late (2) and Transformation of Dee to a Hotwife in Loving Wives to get the setup to this story. If stories of cuckoldery and interracial intimacy offend you, please move on. Constructive criticism is always welcomed especially from those who've actually contributed. All persons depicted are 18+ and that is the intended audience as well....

Author's Note
Tracy sets up a date with a new guy online.
This is a hotwife/slutwife story about a wife who has sex with other men and a husband who enjoys it. You have been warned.
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Scenarios depicted here are intended to be fun fantasy, but may be illegal, immoral, and/or dangerous if actually attempted in real life. All characters in sexual situations are over 18....

Psychomental Complex, pt. 1
Part 1 of 2
© 2025 Ribnitin
Maybe you're the one who was taken over by a spirit.
This story could have gone in Sci-Fi & Fantasy. Ultimately, the central issue is a loving wife, so that's where it is. Part 2 has been written and will be submitted a few days after part 1. If you hated my other stories, you'll despise this one. It gets weird....

A huge thank you to GeorgeAnderson for his editing talent and his work on this story.
I read an article in a newspaper in 2015 that said the United States government estimated 5 percent of all children born in the U. S. were not the biological children of the person listed as the father on their birth certificates....

Author's Note: This is a long, very misogynistic story, so get over it!
The story title and description is a reference from Shakespeare's play, "Henry V" , with the king's speech on Saint Crispin's Day.
The following story is fiction, a confluence of memories over decades with facts and timelines overlapping. So, don't get too focused on "that club on base wasn't there when we had cellphones" or "that's not how they treat such injuries anymore." It's just a story!...

Mrs. Chen slapped me when I came by to mow her lawn. She had been cordial my last visit, but there were others around then. "You son of a bitch!"
I rubbed my cheek. "Son of a bastard would probably be more apt here."
"Sure are. My ass is still sore from him."
"First time doing anal?"
"I could report him for rape."...

Lately, this pregnant hotwife has had pregnancy cravings that have been hitting harder than I expected. It's not just food. It's not just mood swings. It's cock. Constantly. My hormones seem to have turned me into some kind of insatiable slut and honestly? I'm loving every second of it.
There's something about knowing my body is changing and growing, and at the same time being this greedy for sex--especially for being filled. My pussy has been wetter than usual, my orgasms more intense, and my need to be...

Author's note: This is the first chapter of Her Rules. It involves cuckolding, male domination, female domination, bisexuality and NTR. If those aren't your things, please move on.
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Steve watched from the bed as Tina stood in front of the mirror in nothing but a black lace thong and matching bra. She was smoothing lotion up her thighs, her skin glowing, her hair still damp from the shower. She hadn't spoken much all evening--just a few clipped instructions: clean the kitchen, clean the bathrooms, f...

Weekend at the Vineyard
Part 3: The Garden Game
I woke late.
The sheets still smelled of sex and wine and Natasha's sweat.
But she wasn't beside me.
The note on the pillow was written in Daphne's hand.
Your wife is being prepared.
You will follow the sound of bells.
Do not speak unless asked. Do not interfere....

Anna had organized this girls night out. It seemed it was harder and harder to get the six of us out together. Maybe we were getting too old. All of us had been married, Anna was already divorced and three of us had children. My husband kept putting off children, something he said he wanted more than anything when we got married. It had become the most frequent argument between us. When Anna called requesting another get together, I was glad because it got me away from my husband David on a Friday night. We...

Imogen was an extremely beautiful blonde model trying to make her way in the modeling world. She was an extremely naïve young 22-year-old, newly married wife, and her new boss, Simon, could see she would do anything to be a successful model. She was so naïve, she trusted all the advice from her boss....

I have been criticised for being too much of a RAAC author mainly by anonymous commenters who probably have not written anything themselves.   
Well let's see how they go with this one, it has been bouncing around my mind for ages, it is supposed to be a fun entertaining story, now onto my usual warnings.  ...

I waited for my call to connect, feeling the dribbles of excitement zig zag down my thighs. It was time and I'd made a call. Now I had to make sure a loving, supportive husband still agreed, doing everything possible to preserve his dignity.
"I'm doing it tonight husband. They are all here and looking really great. We're having so much fun, I'm relaxed and honestly, I feel the time is right."...

Weekend at the Vineyard
Part 2: The Cellar Room
We could hear her heels before we saw her.
Daphne stepped into our suite at midnight, wrapped in a black silk robe, her hair loose around her shoulders. She did not knock. She did not ask.
"We're ready," she said simply. "Come. Both of you."...

Part 1
Kavita now lives in Minnesota with Jake and their children. It has been many years. While looking after the plants in the garden, she was reminiscing about her past life and her transformation--from a docile Hindustani housewife to a confident "hot mom." Years of good sex from Jake, her doing yoga, and her confident sense of self--everything about Kavita is vibrant, full of life....

Note:
This is a consensual cuckolding story. I'm a cuckold, both by nature and by choice. The peak of my sexual pleasure comes from seeing or knowing that my wife is having an amazing time, with or without me.
It might look like she's manipulating me, but that's not the case. We chose this, together. My wife is a proud slut, not a cheater and she owns it without shame. In our 8+ years of togetherness, she's never been more fulfilled - sexually and emotionally....

All my stories contain an element of some historical fact, although I often get carried away over time embellishing the stories for my own entertainment. I make no apologies for this.
When Vicki and I met she was a quiet, very cute and sweet petite young woman. We got along great and she did what ever I wanted sexually or in fact otherwise. Everything seemed great so we got married and started out life together....

It was just before midday and this was when I liked to do the shopping. The kids were off to school and my husband was at work. The world was busy in their institutions be it work or school but I had these precious few hours to myself before the chaos of the school run and cooking for my husband.
The store was quiet as it usually is at this time of the day and I leisurely strolled the aisles with my cart. I had all of the time in the world to get what I needed for tonight's meal. I liked fresh vegetables...

The Shape of Her Submission
Ever since I can remember, cuckoldry has deeply fascinated me-- not just the act itself, but the slow, intricate build-up, the anticipation, the emotional unraveling that leads to that final, irreversibly erotic moment. It's not just about sex; it's about tension, surrender, shifting dynamics, and the aching vulnerability of desire....

Cinderella Chose the Wrong Prince - End
A conclusion to my Feb Sux - inspired tale
Many readers felt my previous story, "Cinderella Chose the Wrong Prince" lacked a proper ending. Here goes one version of how that story could end. If you still like the story after this, please consider it in your reviews. Thank you....

This is going to be a slow burn.
FIL begins his campaign while husband faces his past.
Tags: NTR, slow burn, voyeur husband, trauma, therapist, father in law, jealous, seduction, manipulation, guilt
Disclaimer:
For readers 18+. All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real individuals is purely coincidental unless stated otherwise....

MONEY
A couple had hit a financial bind since the company they worked for closed its doors. Rex had tried every website and job market to find work and Kelli did the same, but their nest egg was going fast. Rex was offered a job several hundred miles away and the decision was made to sell what they had and move for the job....

"The Trade"
Her name was Lena, and she walked into our living room like she'd been there before.
Tall, elegant, blonde - her eyes sharp, mouth made for wicked things. She wore a deep green dress that clung to her hips, no bra underneath, nipples pressing subtly against the fabric. Every inch of her said I know what I'm doing....

Author's general update: Don't worry, I'm still writing. As I mentioned in my "Hey, When's the Sequel Coming?" publication, my life circumstances have changed and my free time is almost non-existent. Good news is that should be improving in about six weeks... more or less. But we'll see.
Aside from this story, I have three others in various stages of progress: Seducing My Friend's Mom 3 is about halfway done. A new story called Going Too Far with Son's Girlfriend has a strong start. And what will ultimat...

What the fuck am I doing?
Who is this woman in the mirror? I'm in there. I see me. But my eyes - they are foreign, unfamiliar - alive, bright, flush with confidence.
Tonight is the night. He'll be sooo surprised. Hopefully, he's happy with the results of his project. He's the one who sent me down this path....

Adrian and Maria are two couples who got married. After getting married, they traveled to the city of the Dominican Republic, since Adrian was born in that country
Both were on their honeymoon, Adrian was very attractive, that's why when he passed by somewhere the ladies were attracted to him, although for Maria it was uncomfortable to see him flirting with other women, but she didn't want to lose sight of her husband...