wives stories and histories

By PostSript56
Whenever I see a good-looking woman, I can't help striking up a conversation. I've always been like that and over the years I've gotten very good at it.
After a quick flirt, I'll engage her with questions that raise other possibilities. Nothing new about that, but it's not always easy when it comes down to it. By the third or fourth foray it's not unusual for the woman to lose interest. I'm good at keeping their interest....

The confession that features in this story is told almost exactly as it happened, from a time before my wife and I were married. The beach scene happened soon after. For sure I will be elaborating on the original events... it is, after all, a story for literotica and the main directive has to be to make it erotic. The result is very much a Loving Wives story, so read on if that sounds interesting to you....

I lay in bed. Alone under the sheets. It had been hours since Claire's last message, and I was still hard. Even after cuming all over myself, my balls still ached and my cock wouldn't stop twitching.
The apartment was dark, silent. Only the neverending ticking of the clock acknowledged the passage of time. It made me think about how fast things had changed so quickly. How far they might yet still go....

"Hey babe, what time do you think you'll be home?" Steve texts.
I hear my phone buzz. Gllllg, gllllg, gllllg, gllllg.
"Mmmmmm," Ben groans.
Gllllg, gllllg, gllllg, gllllg.
"Just wondering cuz I got dinner :)" Steve texts again.
I look up at Ben. God, how does he have the time to make his abs look that fucking good?...

"Stop it!" my wife chided me, again.
"What? It's not my fault you're so fucking hot." I grinned.
"It's your fault what your hands are doing," she replied with a glare in the mirror.
She stood at the dressing table, making final adjustments to her hair before meeting her friend for a drink. She was wearing one of her "going out" dresses and had put her hair up in the way I loved. She looked gorgeous. I couldn't keep my hands off her....

CHAPTER 9. SPIRAL.
Katie showed up before 9 a. m. in navy scrubs and Crocs, hair still damp, coffee in one hand, some new clinical guideline package in the other. I hadn't slept. I don't think I ever really laid down in earnest.
She walked in without knocking--of course--and looked around, noting the remnants of one kitchen chair and a lamp in the corner. She stared at me for a full five seconds before saying anything, then: "Jesus, Care. You look like a murder confession."...

It's Not as Bad as It Seems. It's Much Worse
Barb walked around their home office like she was walking on broken glass, treading lightly knowing she was on double secret probation. She willed the printer to work faster. Finally, it completed the document. She offered the papers to Jack with both outstretched hands as a geisha might....

More adultery and cuckoldry. Please skip this one if that offends you.
Maria sat in her car, her arms resting on the steering wheel. She had started driving to work but had realized after a minute that she wanted neither to be driving nor at work. She had slowed down as she passed the donut shop, easing into the parking lot. There. A spot in the back corner. Now she could just think....

In high school I had a girl friend (as opposed the one worded "girlfriend") who was model-gorgeous, and she knew she was model-gorgeous. She also fucked and had since her sophomore year. While I was more of her talking-puppy dog, it was worth it because I was lucky enough to fuck her a couple of times. Pistoning my dick, bareback, in and out of her was awesome. She was also good about showing me exactly where to lick as she would open up her pussy to me....

Do you know what happens when you're successful at doing what other guys are always trying to do? You get labelled a "player". I don't care what others think, to be honest, but sometimes someone will describe me that way to hinder my success.
They are often surprised when it doesn't work. Oh, sure, it makes some women wary, but others it attracts. If you're a player, and successful, then there has to be a reason. Right?...

G'Day All, This is another story playing with tropes. I really wanted to do a Feb Sux but the masterpiece 'The Ides of March' by WordsIntheWyld was just too hard of an act to follow, I just don't have the talent to try for a bar that high. That said, I have tried to craft George Anderson's dilemma, how do you forgive a remorseless wife, without making her a complete narcissistic nutbag. I hope I've found, if not unique, at least a different way of doing that. So, this is my wife with the celebrity trope. Pl...

The Wrong Room
Tags:
cheating husband, cheating wife, hotel, group sex, gangbang, airtight, restraints
Author's Note:
Dedicated to the real-life Louise.
Copyright © 2025 SiliconDioxide.
This work is published to Literotica under license and may not be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review or scholarly purposes. All rights reserved....

Becoming His Slut Wife
Part 3
MONDAY.
I woke before Jack, I was wet and horny. I recounted my intense and vivid dream. I was laying naked on a small bench of sorts. I was surrounded by a group of men, from behind them I heard my husband's voice telling them to enjoy and use me as they wished. A flurry of hands descended upon my body. My breasts were groped, my nipples were pinched and my pussy was played with....

CHAPTER 8. THE UGLY TRUTH.
He took quite a bit of time in the bathroom. Our powder room is not that private, so I felt bad that I had heard all of it. The vomiting. The sobbing.
I prayed half the time he was there. Prayed to God to ease his pain, to help us, maybe just to strike me down. Would the pain really be less? If I was gone, wouldn't his life be better, given what I had done. I knew it was a sin, but I couldn't help but wonder. It would be a loving act. A rational act, even....

This is a story on consensual non monogamy. The husband and wife agree to take another man into her bed. If this type of story isn't up to your liking, move on. You are not being forced to read something you don't like.
"Like what you see?" Jeremy's words pulled me out of my thoughts.
"What?"
He indicated a guy who was in my general line of sight, but I hadn't really noticed until he pointed him out. "You seem to be staring right at him."...

Paris always brings out the wild in us.
Every time Kobus and I return, it's like slipping into another life--one where we're not just a married couple in our fifties, but ageless, desirable, and dangerous. The French seem to understand this hunger for indulgence. Maybe it's the wine, the language, the way they flirt like it's an art form....

It was my idea, really, so I'm not sure I can complain all that much. Still, Taylor owes me now, and I'm planning on taking some sweet revenge one of these days.
We'd planned it out perfectly, so it should have worked perfectly. And maybe, in some ways, it did, just not in the way we intended.
I'll start by admitting that I'm a bit of a voyeur--well, maybe more than a bit--it's one of those urges, like an itch I've never been able to properly scratch. Of course, there are videos out there that pretend...

"Catch your Breath"
There's nothing I want more than to come home, drop everything, and bury my face between your legs, to lose myself in your scent, your warmth, your taste.
But you're never satisfied with just one are you? After I've made you cum the first time trembling and slick with pleasure, you flip over, plant your knees beside my head, and slowly lower yourself onto my face, spreading yourself open. Without a word you grind your hips, riding my tongue with purpose, chasing that second wave of...

Funny how things repeat. Remember Mitchell told me about his visit to the country house where his father and younger brother and stepmother lived and the trouble he had one day with the bathroom door lock. I wrote you about that, and something that happened to me yesterday brought it back to mind!
I was at the college and two guys were following me and to get away I led them into a classroom and escaped through a different door before they came in behind me. They realized the trick I'd played and followe...

So, I'm sitting in a hotel room, watching my wife Jesse of 25 years with her black lover. I swear she's wearing that same piece of white lingerie she wore on our wedding night. Maybe not the exact same one, but the one she wore on our wedding night was held closed with a dozen little bows which her lover was now untying. You might think I'm a cuckold, my wife and her lover thought I might like it. I did not think so, but who listens to me....

Honey, How much do you love me?
By Buster2U
This is an original story by Buster2U for publication on The Literotica Website only.
Anyone engaging in sex in this story is at least 18 years old. And in my Typical Fashion, it most certainly will be OTT. I hope you enjoy this story enough to forget your life's troubles for a few minutes, which is pretty much my only goal here....

I love magic but my husband hates it, he constantly points out how he thinks the trick is done ruining my fun. However I got him to take me to a show by booking tickets for Magic Marvin, the naughty magician with a large wand or so the poster claimed. I actually think it was the image of the most scantily clad magicians assistant I have ever seen that influenced him!...

Introduction:
If you want the full story read part 1 first so you will understand how did it end up here.
She never meant to keep the video.
She never meant for him to see it never meant for that old, messy memory to come between them.
But now it's out in the open, and nothing feels the same....

We've been married twenty years.
Long enough to know each other's coffee orders without asking, long enough to navigate family holidays like a tactical unit, long enough to kiss each other goodnight with eyes closed but hearts wide open. And yet, sometimes, Kimberly still surprises me.
We met in college. She was the kind of quiet that made you lean in. Always composed. Always watching. She never raised her voice, never made a scene, but when she looked at you with those storm-coloured eyes, you felt i...

She knew Neil would be leaving for a few hours. He was going to go relax, walk the beach and hit up a coffee shop.
She was staying put, remaining at home to get cleaned up and prepared. Robyn had long been a good, happy and loyal Cuckquean. She's shared her husband with many women hungry for his touch and, most often, his seed....

CHAPTER 7. FIGHT IT OUT.
I took one last gulp of bourbon.
Liquid courage, they called it. God, I needed it. At least I wasn't shaking anymore.
It was 3 p. m. Ms. Marie would be here in less than an hour with the kids. Her son was asleep--or passed out--or maybe something worse--on the floor of the den. I'd covered him with a blanket and tucked a pillow under his head. He was snoring lightly....

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Author´s note: It is hilarious the angry reactions I get, probably from angry husbands, while me simply telling the truth.
Like I said before, married pussies need to get filled too! If the husband doesn't take care of a juicy wifey on a frequent base, your wifes will suck our cocks.
The natural human drive is breeding. Why do you think men go on vacation to Thailand, and women e. g. to Africa? To fuck....

She never meant to keep the video.
He never meant to watch it.
But once he did... he couldn't stop.
It was just an old, unlabeled file buried in her phone, forgotten.
Until he found it.
A private moment.
Her on her knees.
Her ex taller, rougher, bigger making her moan in ways he'd never seen....

Hi all, Sunday evening was already looking to be exciting; however, the young girls now had a new competitor, Sheila, who was going to find it difficult to remain staying at my place, as Mayank was on the way to Mumbai, which left his room vacant.
Do read my last part. "The Cuckold", To be updated in my long, complicated experience....

FOREWORD -- THE CLUB
This is a long story, having a 'He Said/She Said'. It has been edited, but, due to its length, there is a likelihood that some errors slipped by. I apologize in advance. Please don't let them get in the way of the story.
For the trolls, this story involves extramarital sexual experiences... in a category that is for extramarital sexual experiences. I don't care about what you think. Better yet, don't even read it... especially 26thNC. Instead of trolling everyone in this category ...