wives stories and histories

I've sat on this one for quite some time. I've tweaked it over a dozen times and decided it was either time to publish or can. It's a little over the top, and my female protagonist is... well... not cool.
Initially, when I started HOME INVASION, I began with the full intention of writing about a heartless bitch, but as I wrote, it seemed my consciousness wouldn't let me go full bitch mode. Instead, they come across as a woman who made a series of bad decisions. I also struggle with the full wrath of a pr...

I hadn't intended to get out of bed, I wanted Bruce to question why I wasn't serving him breakfast today; as I'd always done.
I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon; I donned my robe and went out to find Trevor flipping pancakes.
"Morning," Trevor greeted me cheerfully, he filled a cup and held it to me "I figured after a 'HARD' night with Bruce, you might need some nourishment." He grinned....

The Sheiks Punishment.
Chapter 1 Locked away
It was a stupid mistake made by her husband that had got her in the position she was in now.
They had travelled to one of the Arab countries where a sheik dominated the area.
Ray had been warned, as had Rose, that should the ruler come through the streets or the bazaar, no one took photos and they should stand with their heads bowed, not looking at him or his entourage....

A Bull in the Red Barn
"Oh! There you are, I wondered where you had got to," Dan said.
He was pulling on his light cotton robe as he walked into the kitchen. Maureen was coming in from outside. She shut the door then turned to face him. Her faced was flushed and he could see her hard nipples pushing against the fabric of her dress....

Neighbour Springs A Leak.
"For fuck's sake, why won't this turn off. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
I could hear my neighbour, Susan, screeching through the open windows of her house. We hadn't spoken much since she moved in with her husband a couple of years ago and with him having left a couple of months after that, I hadn't really seen her at all. A brief hello or evening when we went to and from our vehicles much nothing much beyond that. She seemed pleasant enough but completely focused on hersel...

Chapter 2: A Flood beneath Sindoor
Later that evening, the home was calm. Her husband, Yogesh, took Aryan out to get school textbooks.
Meenal was finally alone.
Softly closing the bedroom door, she leaned against it and slow breath. The afternoon's incident lay thick in her chest, like velvet-wrapped shame....

I like the loving wives category but it can be difficult to come up with something different and the comments are often ruthless. I try to explore alternate realities or situations with angst.
I do spell and grammar checks and proofread but bound to miss some. If that bothers you too much maybe think about reading something else....

First, let me make it clear that these stories that I write are stories of my experiences with and without my husband. He has his share of experiences himself but at this time chooses not to write about them. Sometimes James is included in my adventures and sometimes he isn't. It is the same with me. I am not always present when James has some of his adventures. The common factor is that neither of us do anything without the other knowing about it....

I am George. My misadventure started when I was 20 and a 1st year University student. I met Gillian who was 24. We were both part of the University G&S society. We were both rehearsing Trial By Jury.
We soon cohabited and had lots of great sex.
GILLIAN'S PARENTS
Gillian invited me to meet (and stay with) her parents in the 6 week Summer break. Sandra was 38 and Derek was 41....

I was her cuckold. It was nothing we had discussed in advance but it just grew in our marriage and it was amazing. It satisfied my needs and gave me a fantasy wife and it certainly satisfied her needs. We started our cuckold journey together early in our marriage. We also just celebrated forty five years together. I have loved the ride, the emotional roller coaster, the jealousy, the feeling of not being enough. I have also enjoyed the highs of a wife that wanted to always come home to me and share the stor...

Let me tell you about that morning--because if I don't, none of what comes later will feel real. That was the last morning I believed we were whole.
The kitchen was glowing with soft gold, the kind of filtered morning light that makes everything look like it's been forgiven. The blinds cut the sun into neat ribbons on the floor. I watched them bend over the shape of the table, over her bare thigh where she'd tucked her leg under her, and for a moment I thought: this is peace....

Poser and Poseur are similar words and some readers may argue whether they are interchangeable. Have at it in the comments, IDC.
Thanks to BentNotBroken for her editing and critical thoughts. I never knew how helpful a competent editor can be!
This is just another cheating wife tale with hopefully a somewhat unique way she gets caught. No offense to the roadie cyclists. OK, just a little bit of offense! Lighten up guys....

It didn't start with words. Or touch. It started with her waiting.
I came into the room, and she was already there--kneeling beside a shallow copper basin. Steam curled up in lazy spirals. Candles flickered low, warm pools of light casting soft shadows along the walls.
The music playing was nothing I recognized--gentle, simple piano, the kind of sound that made you feel like you were remembering something you'd forgotten....

Ch 4 was a bit short to stand alone so I've combined them in one submission:
*Stairway Seduction*
"Upstairs, ho!" Nate yelled, like there was a treasure hunt -- which, in a way, there was.
"Who you calling a ho?" Rachel shot back, rhetorical. She was a hoe. At minimum, right now. And proud of it....

Author's note
OK, this is for the BTB crowd specifically. You know, he is as straight as an arrow, angel walking the earth and she loves him so much and the she strays because she thinks he will forgive her and then when he finds out so he walks out/throws her out, and then she realizes how much she really loves him, he is the real deal but not before all is lost (for her). Did I get this right?...

I was having breakfast Friday morning when my wife, Mary, walked into the kitchen, her heels loudly click-clacking on the tiled floor, making me look up in surprise. I watched her pour herself a cup of coffee, then sit down at the other side of the kitchen table.
"Should I be worried?" I asked when our eyes met....

We've all been there, everyone, I believe even you!
Everyone has had the thought about having sex with someone other than the one they are with.
A stranger at a coffee shop, or a colleague in your office, or someone on the crosswalk as you're driving your car, BUT you had the fleeting fantasy of doing the deed with someone besides your partner, even if you didn't act on it; admit, you had the thought....

Sharing my wife on a Cruise - Part 2
As I lay in the bed next to Laura watching her sleep, I couldn't. It had really happened I had just watched another man spread Laura's legs and drive his cock deep into her pussy. I had watched as she moaned for him and came on his cock. I had watched her pull him deep into her and let him fold her and fuck her. Then I watched as let him cum on her face and tits. I was not jealous or mad, still as the adrenaline slowly leaked from my body I was left asking myself wher...

Foreward
This book ends the series with a final focus on Julie & Tony. Ensemble cast will drift in as necessary. Part two and three ready to upload. My profile is updated for all other works in progress.
Thank you for reading the story. I appreciate the continued constructive criticism/comments....

I like the loving wives category but it can be difficult to come up with something different and the comments are often ruthless. I try to explore alternate realities or situations with angst.
I do spell and grammar checks and proofread but bound to miss some. If that bothers you too much maybe think about reading something else....

Double Exposure - Part 6: The Female Persuasion
22 April 1983. 10:17 am. Washington DC
The chandeliers of the Mayflower Hotel cast a golden glow over the lavish State dinner. Crystal glasses clinked, silverware chimed against porcelain, and hushed conversations filled the air as international dignitaries discussed matters both significant and mundane....

The journey of an Indian couple
INTRODUCTION
This story is about me (Ameya) and my wife (Samiksha). We both are 32 year old and living in Mumbai. We were college sweethearts and got married 5 years back and are living in our own apartment in North Mumbai.
I am working in an MNC in mumbai for the last 8 years. I am tall, average built, medium complexion while Samiksha is fair, about 5-2 height and has a sexy slim figure of 34-28-34 and is a housewife. She has the look of a typical Maharashtrian girl...

Mark adjusted the last box on the shelf and let out a satisfied grunt.
"That's it," he said, brushing his hands off on his jeans. "Officially moved in."
Emily poked her head around the kitchen door, smiling as she tucked a strand of her dark auburn hair behind her ear. "About time," she teased. "I was starting to think we'd be living out of boxes until Christmas."...

Introduction:
Milan and Nevena were the kind of married couple who did everything right steady careers, quiet nights, careful love. But beneath the surface of their well kept life, a hunger festered. For years, Milan buried a fantasy he was too ashamed to name, the image of his wife with another man. Not in betrayal but in surrender. In worship....

Chaoter: The Man Who repairs Too Much
Mumbai streets were soaked with rain.
The air was heavy with the aroma of marigolds, damp soil, and the smoke of incense spiralling out of Ganesh Chaturthi pandals.
Drums were loud, but Meenal barely noticed them. Lately, it seemed as though everything had stopped its existence as her mobile started giving trouble since last night....

We weren't expecting any one when there was a knock at the door. The shadow through the glass was unfamiliar to me. As I opened the door the man's face changed from smiling to a look of panic. The present he had been holding out was quickly hidden behind his back. He wasn't expecting me to answer, which meant that he could only have been expecting my wife....

Jeanne, my cock whore of a wife and I truly enjoyed taking Carribean cruises back in the 2000's. Nothing beat a boat full of drunken men on vacation to find amorous encounters and sexual partners for my little slut Jeanne. We even preferred Carnival Lines, as it was a little younger and wilder crowd, with a lot of guys on the prowl for the perfect MILF. I often took the little weekend booze runs to the Bahamas with Jeanne where I liked to 'fish' for sexual partners for her. It was a fun and relaxing pastime...

***** Part One. Linda's Story.
Gorgeous. That was the sum total of my thoughts as I watched him.
Not my husband -- no, this wasn't one of those moments. Or maybe it was. But either way, it wasn't Archie out there on the diving board; it was Barbara's husband. Ken.
He stood tall and gleaming, the late afternoon sun turning every drop of water on his body into tiny diamonds. That ridiculously small swimsuit clung to him like it was painted on -- just enough to keep the peace, but not enough to keep m...

What were the chances? Pt. 2
A rekindled love affair.
The doorbell rang, I heard my wife Lucy say, "Chris is here! I'll get the door," as she walked to the foyer to welcome her guest.
My wife and Chris have history. Only 18 months of history, but long enough that I knew she used to be very fond of him. Chris, he's a man that lets his obscenely fat dick do his thinking. Lucy does her best thinking on her back, and they did a lot of thinking together....

Author's Note:
When posting a story in Loving Wives, I think it is important to let everyone know what kind of story they are getting, since there are a lot of different expectations in this category, so I want people to know whether or not they should invest the time in reading this.
This is a story of a woman who is seduced unto having sex with other men, whose husband is incredibly turned on by her exercising that freedom....