wives stories and histories

[Entry into the Literotica April Fools Story Contest 2025 - please vote! Names have been changed to protect the innocent. But only the innocent]
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I guess the guys wanted to take matters into their own hands. It wasn't a prank, but then, it wasn't especially well-thought-out either. But it was my birthday, and it was my favourite restaurant and my favourite bar just down the street. Guys aren't geniuses; we generally find a plan that works and we stick to it....

The next few months flew by in a blur of heat and routine. At least once a week, Usman would summon me and Zobia to his place, a sprawling house on the edge of town that smelled faintly of incense and sweat. He treated her like his personal plaything, orchestrating nights where she surrendered to a parade of men--strangers mostly, their faces blurring into one another. I'd sit there, heart pounding, watching as they took her, one after another, their grunts filling the room. Zobia reveled in it, her eyes wi...

The Daddy Thing Ch. 02
We sat at our dining table looking across from each other as we quietly ate our pizza and beer. Brooke looked as beautiful as ever, radiant even. And while I loved her more than I ever had, the dynamic of our marriage had changed, and we both knew it.
A few days had gone by since Brooke's last meeting with Dom. I could not get the dominant way he took my wife right in front of me out of my head. I could also plainly see the residual effect that event was having on her. She did n...

Please read my biography first of all. (96.6)
It Went Right Out of My Mind
By Loony123tunes
I had two goals up to now, the first was to marry Jean, and the second was to buy one particular house. I was the happiest man in the world when. Jean said. "Yes," to marry me. We had been married for two great years. I wanted one house that I passed by every day on my way to work. Then It came up for sale....

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All characters in this story are over the age of 18, the situations in this story are entirely fictional and creations of the author, and any resemblance of characters to existing persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Although a first work, you can tell where the story is going soon enough. If you like it, say so, and we'll go on. I've listed it in the Loving Wives category but it also could have been mild BDSM and follow up stories into the Exhibition category. Hope you enjoy....

After months of longing and uncertainty, her hidden desire finally comes to a breaking point. When words are no longer enough, restraint shatters in the heat of a secret meeting. In the dim privacy of a car, hands explore, pleasure builds, and fear fades into something undeniable. But as passion settles into quiet intimacy, the question remains--was this a fleeting indulgence, or the start of something deeper?...

My name is Alexander Brooks, and I've been a ghost for six years
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I didn't leave Boston--I cut my losses. Let them call it running. I call it self-preservation. Time doesn't heal. It just buries the pain where it can whisper back at you when you least expect it.
In Paris, I am no one. Not the scandal, not the villain, not the unfinished case. Just a man still learning how to disappear....

Tuesday mornings, after the kid's school drop-off was usually their scheduled "Play Date." Pretty much their only opportunity to have sex. The house was empty, most of the neighborhood was at work, and nobody was the wiser.
"Hello!" she announced as she dropped off her keys and hung up her purse, making her way to peek in the bedroom before freshening up in the bathroom. Her husband was reclining on the bed, reading, while he patiently waited for her. He was wearing a soft tight fitting t-shirt and the b...

Brittany
We were in Vegas for three nights and I was going to spring something on my wife. After all Vegas is 'Sin City' so why not join the debauchery. You know how it is in that city. There is an inherent feeling of sexuality. There are pretty girls all over, the shows are very explicit, and everywhere you look there are signs of sex....

The Interloper

My name is Frank, from my view point, like to tell you a story about something that happened about a month ago between my wife and I. I'll try to follow up with another story from Amber's point of view.
I had been out of town for a few days on business, and was looking forward to getting back home. Fortunately, my meetings had finished early, and I was able to catch an afternoon flight on Friday vs. my scheduled Saturday morning flight. I had been missing my wife Amber, so was glad ...

~~This is a continuation of Boot Camp... Laura gets deployed. This is a work of Fiction and any names or places resembling real people is just coincidence. Everyone involved is over 18. This story contains Hotwife/Netorare content. If this is not your cup of tea, don't read. As always, comments are welcome, hateful comments are not and will be deleted. Enjoy~~...

They'd met twice before, each time a tease -- sparks popping, bodies humming with want, but never crossing that line. The near-misses left them hungry, their quick wit and easy flow blurring the edge between strangers and lovers.
Catherine had picked the spot, a quiet country park. Mark paced the car park, his cock stirring at the thought of her. Every rumble of tyres jolted his pulse until, ten minutes late, a silver Mercedes purred in. Her bright smile glowed from the passenger seat, chestnut hair spil...

My name is Renee. I've been married 18 years and my husband, Ray is a consultant. He recently went on a business trip and the evening before he was supposed to get back he texted me.
"Hey babe, want to go on a date night tomorrow? I'll be home before you get off work and I'll clean and cook dinner for the kids. You can pack a dress and go to the gym after work, relax, change and meet me for margheritas at like 6"....

Subject: I Let Go Completely... And I Can't Stop Thinking about it
Hey Avantika,
I don't know how to even begin writing this. You know how we always talked about fantasies, about stepping into something wild, something dangerous--but always at a distance? I finally did it. And not like last time--not with my husband there, watching, controlling the pace....

And that is my innocent and beautiful wife lying on hotel bed in Goa in her full nude glory with the most satisfying look on her face I ever saw in last 10 years of our marriage. Her pussy dripping with cum and her pussy lips turned red with hard fucking she received for last 4 hours. All her body has evidence of brutal use. Her breasts were full of teeth marks and her ass red with whipping marks, even though she was tied to the bed poll I was able to see all the marks when she moves and moaned in her dream...

Mark your calendars! The organizer of the Legends' Day Author Challenge series is back with another not-to-be-missed event.
Here's more from blackrandl1958 herself:


Welcome to Legends' Day. I started this on March 17, 2017. Harddaysknight and I were sitting around talking one day, about writers who seemed to have stopped writing, for one reason or another; they did not have to explain their reasons to me or anyone else. We admired those OGs who set it all up for us newbies. Well, HDK was an OG...

Notes from Wyld: (I know, I know)
I never planned to release this version of the story--honestly, I was perfectly happy letting it collect digital dust in the archives. But after enough people asked (and some borderline threatened), I figured, fine, let's unleash the chaos. This version is a little different from the one I originally published. The themes are all there--betrayal, resilience, revenge, and one man's slow descent into therapy-induced madness--but it doesn't quite have the same sharp bite. T...

Once again, I'd like to thank blackrandl1958 for inviting me to her "legends day" event. I know I always say it but only because it's true, it's a real honor to be included.
I hope you enjoy the read, and as always, I enjoy reading your comments.
Dreams VS Nightmares... Joy VS guilt.
"You'll never guess who was just in my office."...

How I became Sancho Pancho
"It is true saying that a man must eat a peck of salt with his friend before he knows him."
Miguel de Cervantes - from the book "Don Quixote", by the character "Sancho Pancho"
How much salt did I eat from my friend and knight.
Opening - a really genius idea
I love my wife, Asley. she loves me back, but after 7 years of marriage, the wear and tear are already taking its toll. Asley is exhausted after a long day at work and after doing the house chores, so the frequen...

Wednesday.
The clock on Dr. Anil Johnson's desk blinked 8:12 a. m., its red digits casting a faint glow across the large, but cluttered office at Home Away From Home. The room filled with harsh sterile light, the blinds half-drawn to allow scenes of a bustling city to slice through the haze of cigarette smoke curling from an ashtray perched on the window sill--technically against policy, but Johnson didn't give a shit; he wrote the rules. At 45, the Indian doctor, intentionally Americanized with a home-g...

The story of Alok and Kavita, a young couple. They were in their second years of their job, both worked in the same MNC.
They rented a two-room apartment. The second room was shared with their office colleagues-Rohan and Aarav.
Alok, Rohan, and Aarav were best of friends. They spent all their leisure time together, which used to be movies, games, dining, light trekking over the weekend, and some drinks in the evening....

Hopefully, this was published on March 14th, to match the title. I asked, but that's all I can do. If it wasn't, just know that I tried.

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Tonya was cleaning up from supper when she heard the doorbell. She knew Darrel wouldn't be answering it, so she quickly dried her hands and headed to the door. She met her naked husband as he was heading for the bedroom, disappointment clear on his face....

The midday sun blazed overhead, casting sharp shadows on the bustling sidewalk. The air vibrated with conversation, the rhythm of footsteps, and the occasional burst of laughter from passing strangers.
At a small café table, Archie and Linda lingered over their coffee, their plates littered with the remnants of toast....

What started as an afternoon of indulgence became an event that changed everything. When their chemistry ignites in a whirlwind of passion, they discover that sex can be more than just pleasure--it can be perspective-altering, all-consuming, impossible to forget. Neither of them knew it could be this good, this raw, this necessary. They don't know what this is, where it will lead, or what lines they're willing to cross--but one undeniable truth remains. This has to happen again. And soon....

Bella and Tim were in the full swing of the hot wife life. Her two mistresses, Amy and Michelle, always created new experiences for Bella, often including Tim. While Bella was enjoying more and more men, and women at times, Tim was enjoying having a beautiful hot wife. With Bella's new big breasts, she often got unwanted attention, but the positive attention was always well worth it....

As I drove carefully through sun-drenched country roads, I glanced across at Liz, sitting next to me in the passenger seat. Oblivious to her surroundings, she had her nose buried in The Iliad. That was Liz down to a tee - why see Greece when you could read about it?
Liz and I met in the first lecture of our first year at university. She'd been sitting in the back row on her own, probably hoping to avoid being noticed. I'd tiptoed in late and sat down next to her....

Chapter 2

As I watch my husband leave the room, I can't help but think about how the day went. I had no idea Captain Tim would push my buttons in such a way. I am never as bold as I was this afternoon. I was completely naked on the sun deck, and then he appeared. I could barely control my breathing as he approached me. I was on display, and I didn't care. I wanted him to see me and what I had to offer. He is very charming and the essence of Big Dick Energy....

Archie had always fantasized about taking a woman's ass -- but he'd never had the chance.
Linda, his wife, had the perfect ass -- round, smooth, impossible to ignore. But every time he brought it up, she just laughed and shook her head.
"Not happening," she'd say.
Still, that never stopped him from trying. People changed their minds....

Laura rummaged through the cluttered drawer in the kitchen, looking for an old charger, when her fingers brushed against something cold and unfamiliar. She pulled it out--a cracked, ancient phone she hadn't seen in years. It was her husband Mark's old device, one he'd replaced long ago. Curiosity tugged at her, and she powered it on, surprised it still held a charge. The screen flickered to life, revealing a lock screen photo of Mark and his ex-girlfriend, Tara, smiling on some beach vacation. Laura smirked...

had forgotten that I left my toy gym ball in the den. Wondering what Brad would think of it and if he would know what it is for. Smiling to myself I said he'd learn.
He came over again and wanted to know if we could do what we did before. Saying that he couldn't get me out of his mind and would masturbate thinking about fucking me. That it was his first time with a woman my age and he wanted more....