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"We can't check into our room until 3:30" the two boys told her while the three of them relaxed in the resort's hot tub. "And they're holding our bags. We'll only have our wet swim suits and towels to wear until then!" they joked.
"Why don't you come to my room and have a glass of wine while you wait, and you can both shower off. I'll throw your swim suits into the dryer so at least you'll have dry clothes."...

A Work Of Fiction.
Part 7 - Endings.... Thoughts.... Beginnings
Men leave, men come, taking each of us up the stairs to our work rooms. Candy, cigarette dangling from her still beautifully made up lips, finds her own room and takes her guy in. Then Donna with hers, and me back into mine.
I blow him... deep throat him, right there on the end of the bed.... and he cums buckets!...

Wicked Whispers
By Serena Vayne
At evening, the Tennessee sun sank low, painting the farmhouse in shades of amber, the air still thick as molasses with heat and unspoken tension. Dinner had been a damn minefield--Jake and Tommy chattering about spark plugs and shitty gas stations, oblivious to the silent war raging between Lily and Tom. She'd poked at her mashed potatoes, eyes glued to the plate, every nerve on edge as Tom sat stiff across from her, those grizzled hands fumbling with his beer, the cli...

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Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.
Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age....

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Author's Note
This was a story I wrote quickly just to prove to myself that I can still write something with less than a hundred thousand words.
This story did not go to my usual beta-reading and editing team, so all mistakes are mine alone.
You may not copy this story off of this site. You may not use this story as screen-read audio on a YouTube video. I will file a copyright strike. You may not use this story to train any AI or machine-learning construct....

I guess I dropped the ball somewhere along the line. We had been married eighteen years, and things were not going well. My wife was a cold, miserable bitch, and my two kids were not much better. I tried, I really did, but nothing seemed to help. Not all of us get to be Engineers, Lawyers, or Doctors. Some of us just end up with normal blue-collar jobs, making normal blue-collar wages....

Sales Slut 04
All characters are 18+
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I woke up to a hard presence nudging at my ass, and smiled with my eyes still closed. Fred was awake. Fingers found my pussy, and the first touch on my clit got me wet in seconds. I arched back into that prodding cock and bumped my head against another body....

This story could have been in sci-fi / fantasy. This story is not realistic so run away fast if that offends you. I put it here because I enjoy anonymous drive-by insults in the comments section and it does contain a Loving Wives theme.
I have one of my throw away paragraphs about February Sucks in this story. It is only a little joke and this is NOT a Feb Sux Redux. February Sucks belongs to George Anderson....

The late-night texts had become a ritual, a secret dance of desire that lit Alicia's body ablaze. Alex's words were a drug--"I can still taste you, even after all these years"--and her replies were a tease, a lash of power: "Prove it. Tell me how you'd touch me now." Their phones buzzed with heat, each message filthier than the last, a torrent of sexts that left her breathless and slick. He sent a photo--his hand wrapped around his tiny, straining cock, a bead of precum glistening at the tip, captioned "Thi...

Hello, lovely readers. Welcome to Legends' Day/a>, a concept that started on St. Patrick's Day, ``March 17, 2017, and ends here today. It's been a fun trip, and I hope you have enjoyed our little anthologies. Thanks to the wonderful writers who contributed stories. I must thank my team over at Spectral Investigations, as well as my father, Harddaysknight, who has been my strongest ally in my quest to rule the world. So, back on my bullshit. I hope you enjoy. Randi....

"You! I want you."
Alex had been watching the beautiful, confident woman from across the uncomfortably crowded room, hoping she hadn't noticed. He couldn't help it. She was just too attractive. It wasn't necessarily her physical features that made it impossible for him to look away, it was her extreme self-assurance, a feature he admired, as he lacked it completely....

]"Let me tell you a story," she said, as she slipped into the chair opposite.
"Do I know you?"
"Not at all. But I know you, quite well. You're me, in a past life."
I wondered as she stared where I had run across her. She looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place her. Well, no matter, I was waiting on someone....

I was in a jam. It was a serious, life-altering situation that would end badly any way you looked at it.
I'd gotten drunk on a work trip and fell to a predator. He was handsome and witty and knew what to say and when to say it. I woke up in his bed the following day. I was mortified, but the silver-tongued devil that he was talked me through, saying it was just the heat of instant attraction, neither had meant to do it, and we would never speak of it again....

I would like to express my thanks and gratitude to Randi for inviting me to participate in this very special event. Please check out the other stories. You will be in for a real literary treat.
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As Michael Brady was parking his Ford Focus in the double wide garage next to his wife Candy's Nissan Versa, he had good reasons to be cheerful. This was Friday evening, which in the Brady home, was date night....

Firstly, I must say thank you to Randi, for the invite. It's always special to be invited to write for one of her events. The name aside, I am not, nor do I hold pretensions to be a "Legend." It is however, an enormous privilege, if you will to be invited to join in.
The amount of work that goes into organising these events is huge. I would like to say thank you for all of the effort she puts into it. For the writers who participate in the other writing events, shoul add their thanks, because without her...

Storyline: Does knowing change anything?

Author's Note:
First off, I want to thank Randi for another invite to her annual Saint Paddy's Day event. I truly hope it isn't her last, but I understand her position. I've really enjoyed being a part of it. I always choose a subject that I believe she would enjoy reading and appreciate. Hopefully, this one meets those criteria....

I know LW stories are supposed to dive down into the gory details of marital crime and punishment. But I've got the attention span of a golden retriever, and adultery is so emotionally polarizing that I tend to veer off into aliens, time travel and Greek gods rather than rehash a boring litany of hackneyed grievances....

First there's a lecture. Then we need to talk.
H. Jekyll
While "fragile male ego" is one of the most common phrases in LW stories, a Literotica search finds only three (count 'em!) instances of it in the actual titles of stories. The first was Bruce1971's wonderful "My Fragile Male Ego" in 2022, which is principally about fragile female egos. Then there was Gamblnluck's "My Fragile Male Ego" in 2023. His oeuvre is 'Non-consent/reluctance' stories, and he's in the middle of a multi-chapter tale, but he...

Jim Woods was smiling as he left the local sports bar with his two brothers-in-law and their cousin. The Bills had just lost to the Chiefs in a very exciting and well-played game. Jim had enjoyed all aspects of the game... the beer, the wings and the caliber of competition.
He had to chuckle to himself at how hard his companions took the loss. They were die-hard Buffalo Bills fans and the loss seem to trigger more than the usual disappointment....

A thank you to blackrandl1958 for the invitation to participate in her "Legend's Day: One More" event, as well as her editing and encouragement.
It never fails. I was scrambling to get out of my office to begin my weekend on a Friday afternoon when I get that dreaded "one more call."
It was 3:10 PM. I was already 10 minutes into weekend mode. I knew my wife would have been up at the lake house for about two hours now, probably working on her second margarita, wearing that yellow sundress I thought she...

This is a reimagining of "The Aftermath," posted by swingerjoe on 4/24/2017.
While I haven't been able to get swingerjoe's explicit permission to play with his story, I refer readers to part of Joe's comment to me: "if you want to pick up the ball and run with it from here, you have my blessing."
I'd like to thank stev2244 for an early read, though I doubt that he recognizes it!...

Chris opened his eyes slowly as he saw the light pouring into his bedroom window. Turning his head toward the night stand he saw he still had another ten minutes before the alarm went off. Normally, he would fight like hell to fall back asleep for those extra ten minutes, but today he was already smiling and shifting out of bed. He had a new spring in his step as he made his way to the bathroom. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this good, and he didn't want to waste the mood by sleeping....

Prologue
How many of you guys ever think about the loose girls from your younger days? You know the type I mean, the 'fun girls.' The ones you got drunk and fucked. Maybe you even gang-banged one with your friends. Did you ever wonder what happened to them after you used them and tossed them aside? Or did you knock one up and have to marry her?...

Content warnings in the tags.
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The tailgate dropped, and Dave pulled me out of the tarp-covered darkness. My bare thighs slid easily across the truck bed's corrugated plastic lining, but I still arched my back as best I could because I knew there was a gap between the tailgate and the bed. Since I was tied up--hands behind my back, and frog-legged--my mobility was quite limited, and the bump was still jarring. But I managed to keep my nipples unpinched, which was the important thing....

NerdDOM OnlyFans
August 12th 2020
Go Pink Ranger Go!
The camera jostled as it was picked up, the image blurry at first and then quickly coming into focus.
"Alright. There we go." NerdDOM muttered as he turned the camera around to face him, holding it up as he was standing in his bedroom. He had on a Batman mask that covered the top half of his face. His jaw had several days of stubble and his double chin was wobbling as he cleared his throat. "Alright viewers... er, customers. Still not sure wha...

Ambers Version of the Interloper

Hi everyone, my name is Amber, and I'd like to share a recent experience between Frank, who is my husband, me, and an interloper who joined us.
First a little about me. I'm an average 40 something wife who has a pretty typical marriage. My husband tells me I have that sexy, "girl next door" look, which I appreciate. I do keep fit, and for being in my mid 40's, I still have a very nice figure and still turn heads. I like to stay nicely tanned and Frank tells me my C...

We met the Johnsons in January of 2001. A friend of a friend took us to a party at their home in the Lincoln Park area of the city. It was an older home, one of many 3 story stone maidens that lined the streets of that neighborhood. Inside we found the house had been completely redone. The main floor was mostly kitchen and living room - dinning room - conversation area. The middle story were the bedrooms, their doors closed, their interiors hidden and off limits. Then there was the third floor. I had never ...

My apologies, this is a long story -- but I think it is worth telling ... so I'll break it into two parts ...
It was our anniversary, so we took a room at a nice hotel for the weekend. After arriving, we used the pool, sauna and steam rooms then returned to our room to fuck. My wife sunk down to her knees in front of me and pulled my stiff cock out in front of her face while sliding my swim trunks to the floor. She grabbed my balls and pulled my hard cock into her mouth. While sucking my cock and swirlin...

"Oh baby, please don't stop," Kristin moaned softly, trying to sound more into it than she was.
"Oh, I love that," she seductively whispered, hoping that David could at least hold off long enough so that she would at least feel stimulated
She knew an orgasm was almost a fantasy with his stamina, but she could hope. The unmistakable signs were there though, as he began to fuck her rapidly, with more intensity....