wives stories and histories

I had finished up a job across state early and was getting home a day sooner than expected. I hadn't told my wife just because I'm a little ornery I guess and I wanted to surprise her. Looks like I was the one to get the surprise.
I turned my pickup off of the quiet country road and made my way up the long curved drive to our secluded cabin home. As I reached the side of the cabin where I sometimes temporally park my truck I could see another pickup parked out back in front of my studio. "Who the hell is...

The road curled lazily along the coastline, bathed in the warm light of the setting sun. The sea sparkled in the distance, and I found myself leaning slightly toward the window, eyes half-closed, just breathing in the salty air. I'd kicked my sandals off hours ago, tucking my feet beneath me on the passenger seat. James glanced over at me every so often -- I could tell he liked the way my dress rode up just enough to reveal my thighs. I pretended not to notice....

The blue numerals showed 7:17 on the digital clock when Dwight's naked body wiggled between Gina and his wife Emily, giving her an intimate kiss. Dwight, in anticipation arrived highly aroused; after watching the salacious recordings his wife was participating in last night. Gina didn't hesitate; she twisted herself on the bed, remained on her knees, taking Dwight's already stiff shaft into her mouth....

Author's Notes
There is nothing new here. We have a cheating wife. But this is not a reconciliation story nor is it really a burn the bitch story; it is just a story of a guy dealing with life. In any case you've been warned.
Have you noticed it is frequently the trivial things upon which life turns? The result of these seemingly trivial events can be positive or negative. We have all heard / read tales of what can happen if you go back home to pick up the forgotten laptop. Of course skipping that sec...

My name is Chris, and my wife is Michele. We're both twenty-six and have been married for four years. It was one of those sweltering, humid Southern summer nights, the air thick with heat and unspoken desires. Through the viewfinder of my video camera, Michele looked hotter than the night itself--her legs flailing in the air as my former Marine buddy, Ron C. Gardner, nicknamed Bull, drove his massive cock into her with relentless force. His thrusts were like a jackhammer, pounding her slick, eager pussy wit...

I was drifting in and out of sleep when I heard our front door close, and shortly after, my wife's heels on the parquet. It was the first Friday of the month, the day my wife and her friends had their girls' night out. It became a regular event on their calendars in the last few years. She had usually arrived home about 10 o'clock, but not this time, hence, I dozed off on the couch while waiting for her....

Background...
Claire Fordham, 46, had married her husband Gerald, 52, twenty years ago. At that time she was a junior office worker, whilst he owned a small insurance brokerage.
As time went on, Claire's obvious managerial talents were recogonised, and successive promotions led eventually to a senior board position with a very high salary package. Meanwhile, Gerald's business failed. Seven years ago, the couple agreed that her income would more than satisfy their needs, while he became a 'house husban...

My name is Marion. I'm 28 and have been married to my husband Peter, who is 29, for 4 years. We were on the verge of trying for children when I foolishly played a joke on him that backfired spectacularly. It was the stupidest thing I'd ever done, especially to the man I loved and adored.
I was at my friend's home with 3 other girlfriends, drinking wine, when the subject of pranking husbands came up....

Kristin then snuggled into David as she dangled the key to his chastity device that now hung around her neck. She then pulled herself close to him as she ran her fingernails over his chest.
"I'm going to tease you baby, and at times it may seem relentless, but always remember that I love you and that is why I am doing this."...

Authors note: This is an unusually short piece for me based on a dream I had the other night. I don't expect this to go further unless there is demand for a follow up.
I stood next to my wife in the elevator. She was in the corner almost hiding. I thought she looked great but she seemed uneasy, edgy. The floor dinged and the door opened to admit 3 business types dressed in comfortable vacation clothes. Casual but name brand and not exactly elegant but definitely not low rent. One guy wore a heavy gold ch...

The continuing story of how my wife helped me find my bisexual side by becoming a hotwife and finding a male lover that we could share.
The next week was somewhat uneventful, we had some good sex, most of which included talk of our next meeting with Mark. Then on Friday, he texted on the group chat,...

My name is Helen. My husband and I are trying to get bi-curious Clark to move in with us and to become our sex servant. My husband is a closet bisexual. Only a few people know his true nature. He pretended to Clark that he is straight. He did this because Clark wanted to seduce and control a straight husband and a wife....

Dave and I sat relaxing on the front porch of the lakeside retreat, enjoying the view over the peaceful water. We were feeling more comfortable now that we had settled into our cabin but the underlying apprehensions about joining the Sex Club were still there. We had assured each other that we wouldn't do anything with the other couples if it didn't feel right. We acknowledged to each other that we were intrigued by the possibility of intimacy with other people but neither Dave nor myself had really accepte...

NOTE TO READER: This is a made up story about a straight, loving, married couple that get off on the wife sharing, or "Hotwifing" fantasy. It does not contain cuckolding, humiliation, or guy-on-guy scenarios. If you are not into wife sharing, then move along. There's no need to leave disgruntled comments....

Liam and Gemma were getting ready to go out for the night. They were going to the hotel as they were looking to just get away. Work has been rough for the past few weeks. Gemma was dressed in a long black dress that went just below her knees. She decided not to bother with high heels this time. She wore a normal black bra and panties. Liam went in a dress shirt and pants. They were heading to a popular hotel that had many parties going on all the time. It was a Friday night and they knew it would be busy....

He sat there knowing that the next 10 minutes would determine the fate of his marriage and the course of his life from that moment on. Although his face was a mask, he felt sick and just wanted to go back to a time when everything was certain, everything was normal. But he knew that that was an impossibility....

The room before Sam was a very large main room to a suite of rooms, clearly, given the multiple doors to bedrooms and other spaces.
Within the room were couches scattered about the walls, the far wall had a full bar and kitchen, and there was a large sofa facing a huge flat screen TV on the wall.
On the far couch were two players, a topless cheerleader was straddling one and they were kissing. His black hands on her almond skin. Next to him, a very large and very naked white man, one of the bench play...

"Lucky bastard," I murmured softly.
Savio, my Goan friend sitting to my right overheard me and grinned in agreement.
We were at my friend Sohel's wedding when I saw his bride, Zainab, for the first time--as the cloth separating the couple was lifted during the Nikah ceremony.
She was stunning--sharp yet gentle features, high cheekbones, and flawless, marble like skin. Her eyes sparkled, and she had a smile so beautiful it could stop anyone in their tracks. She was in a very regal-green dress adorne...

I have read some erotic stories and I think some of them are bullshit. Bored horny men write these stories about their own fantasies and expect people to believe them. Needless to say, I was skeptical. Just when I was about to give up on any of these stories actually happening, I had an unbelievable erotic experience....

Author's Note: This is another installment in my series of related stand-alone stories about the women in a monthly neighborhood Book Club.
All sex is between those 18-years and older.
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Prologue
After the cellphone text interruption, I pressed 'Play" for the audio book to continue.
'She rose from her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and took the offered solo cup, gulping down a healthy swig of beer before handing it back. Then without words or direction, Melissa knew wha...

Do you remember growing up before mobile phones, you know, when we used to have that phone hanging on the wall in the kitchen? It was either white, black, yellow or green? And how long was the phone cord in your home? Usually long enough so that you could stretch the phone down the hallway to your room to talk to your friends in private....

A Greenville were 3 people who walk into a bar. 1st in a series of the Esquire Bar Tales
Preamble Ramble - I know I need an editor. Needing one and getting one are two totally different things. Editing is a very difficult thing to do. And a lot of people don't have the time to do it, especially for free. For this story I finished on a Friday. Reread it on Saturday morning, found lots of mistakes. Checked it again Saturday evening, still found mistakes. Read it and added needed lines that would explain or...

We were in my home photography studio, the back room of our house converted. Large pull down backdrops, black, white, hotel scene and a beach scene. Large windows giving natural lighting but plenty of LED lighting which I could change the color for visual effects.
I am Jim Thomas, 26 approximately 5' 11" or 6 foot with thick socks, haha. I have been training at a self defense gym for a couple of years now, so while not exactly a bodybuilder, I have some definition and low body fat. I work for Anderson Ad...

CHAPTER 7
I don't want to over-generalize here, but I came to the conclusion that black guys will be as dominant as you allow them to be. Not only was I allowing it, I was encouraging it. My husband brough his married blac boss home several times over the next week. I allowed him anything he wanted, but he never pushed me as far as Mazda guy....

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many others in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are fiction no marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line....

It was an unusually busy night for me. There was baseball practice with our oldest son David, then home to make a quick dinner. I helped all three of the kids with their homework while making sure that they all got showers and had their clothes ready to go for school tomorrow morning. Although the school year was almost over it seemed like they were busier than ever....

I try to mark sudden shifts in POV. If you see ******* it is one of the more abrupt ones.
There are references to the film Friday The 13th. This is where the hockey mask reference comes from.
I repeat a lot of names as I have mental images of certain names looking a certain way. Unless noted, this story has nothing to do with others....

Tags up front, no willing cucks, cheating girlfriend, gold digger. Not a BTB and definitely not a RCAAC.
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I, Willard Bradley, was blessed with the best parents in the world. They are so supportive of me and my siblings. I'm sure my dad wanted me to be a carpenter like him, but I like computers. My parents honored that choice by buying me a good computer for my 10th birthday and they kept it upgraded after that. They always...

The breeze in Rota always brings something unexpected. The wind sweeps over the whitewashed rooftops, drifts down to the fishing port, and then circles back to the base gates where the marines stand watch, always looking a little out of place in this corner of the world.
My name is Antonio, and I've spent nearly all my life here, in this small town on Spain's southern coast, where waves crash against the old walls and nights smell of fried fish and chilled wine. I never thought I'd get married, let alone...

She's holding the camera above her head and smiling broadly; it's zoomed in so her head takes up most of the frame. The gray sheet underneath her messy brown hair is rumpled as she grins wider, one arm falling back to the bed making her glasses fall a bit askew. She giggles, pushing them into place, her eyes never leaving the camera....