wives stories and histories

"That young dark haired girl with the blonde guy."
"OK, looks like a good choice, good luck babe."
"Excuse me, sorry to intrude but my husband and I can't get a table, er... could we share your table, just for dinner then we will leave you to your night?"
"Sure, we would like the company, I'm Jim this is my wife Tina. We're celebrating our second wedding anniversary, tonight just us, but the family one is next Saturday night."...

Previously in Chapter  1 
Tanvi and Shaurya's married life in Seattle appears calm, intimate, and fulfilling. But beneath the surface, Tanvi is unraveling--haunted by a restless ache she can't ignore. Her growing fascination with Reid, a quietly commanding coworker, stirs dangerous cravings that Shaurya's love and passion can't fully satisfy. Despite her guilt, Tanvi's fantasies deepen, her body betraying her loyalties--and by the end, one truth becomes clear: the hunger inside her isn't fading. It's onl...

Ever since my first MFM with my husband and his good friend Ken that joined us to make it a threesome that we wrote about, Ken has visited us a couple more times to do it again as well as a couple of one on ones with me.
A couple of days ago he stopped by and invited us over to his house for a cookout and that he wanted us to meet the woman that he had been going out with the past few weeks. We were happy for him that he was dating someone in a long term relationship so we accepted his invitation....

Spring Stretching Long
The air smelled different now. Not winter's silence nor summer's chatter - but the gentle hum of spring, full of quiet promises. On the edge of a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood stood the athletic field, humming with life in the evenings. Joggers rounded the track in soft, rhythmic thuds. Sneakers squeaked on the basketball courts. The lights bathed everything in a cool, forgiving glow....

This is Part 3 and final chapter of Story # 46 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. It is a sequel to Story #43 ("Oh Canada"). Reading Oh Canada as well as Parts 1 and 2 of this sequel will help you better understand this part.
Not everyone likes me or my stories. That's OK. My writing style, and my sexual style, isn't everyone's cup of tea. But it's who I am so take it or leave it....

Just something I hope you enjoy. No explicit anything.
A Walk in the Park
Dave was cutting the front lawn of his small starter home. It wasn't a chore as he took pride in his home, and heck, most guys his age didn't have a starter house. Dave had earned this house through hard work and diligence. Though he appreciated both hard work and its rewards, Dave didn't work hard just to feel proud of himself; he had a wonderful wife and wanted to work hard for her and their future kids. It meant the world to ...

The next day I showed up at work and walked through the front door. There was Ashly chatting with Susie at the front desk. She was wearing another little skirt and when she saw me, she shifted onto her right leg letting her ass pop and it wiggled ever so slightly. I had no idea what she had told Susie, and I really didn't care. From the lack of concern in Susie's expression I was guessing that she hadn't told her too much....

Andrea and James - Part 1 of 3
Comforting a colleague eventually leads to the end of a marriage
This tale is a slow burn so if you're after a lot of sex quickly, this story may not be for you. There is a little sex towards the end but this part is mainly just background information, dealing mainly with the conflicting emotions of a married woman whose desire to help a colleague begins to transform their relationship. It could also be in Loving Wives, Romance, or Mature categories, but I put it in Erot...

Not my real name, to be sure. But one that Tom and I created over the decade to indicate that my alter ego was feeling frisky, was ready to come out to play, and was ready to supplant the prim and proper self that I had inhabited for oh so many years.
If you are looking for a quick exotic mind-numbing orgy this is probably not the story for you. My tale is more of a slow burn. And I am still trying to decide how much of my Amanda Sugar self I am willing to reveal. On the one hand, I think it is a story t...

I met Lynda at a camping site. I had driven there and set up my 3 person tent.
Lynda was a decade older than me but had the physique of a marathon runner. She had carried her rucsac and tent up and down 3 hills all the way to the camping site.
She pitched her one person tent near my 3 person tent. I smiled at her and she returned the smile....

I Wonder What She Meant?
This is a short tale that is not what it appears. There is no sex, sorry.
It was an innocuous conversation. To tell the truth, I don't even remember what she said, the she being Sue, a friend of my wife's. But on our way home, Linda, my wife, pondered, "I wonder what she meant?"...

Episode 1 The Beginning
The premise
Ranjit Panic's when he sees no response.. Suddenly he is jerking himself and his 5 inch cock hard as he edges looking into mirror and types with one hand
"Anu... I don't even know how to ask for your forgiveness in a way that feels enough. I feel like I've let you down where it matters most, and that thought... it tears at me....

Betrayal Times Two


By Rae & Roger

This is fiction folks. Some places referenced are real, but it has been a long time. Very little sex here and no intended BTB or RAAC. You be the judge. I hope this a smile and even a tear. All persons in this story are over the age of eighteen. Also, not autobiographical nor referencing anyone we know. All rights reserved by the author....

ALL TIED UP.
Hi, I'm Jeff, I'm writing this so that there is a record of how I got where I am, not how people think I got here.
You must know how when you are younger and people, (older people,) tell you to do more with your life, make something, do something to make your life better in the long term, have you been told that?...

A quick read, and fun take on George Anderson's "February Sucks," a giant among the many stories on here, thank you George.
Lots of hints at, but little detail of the actual act so don't be put off by that word Anal, it's really not that bad, my writing might be, but it's just a story.
Shoot, what the hell has happened here, we were expecting just a good time, a break from the normal routine, to be with friends, and what happens? It doesn't happen, that's what....

... Simply put, our spontaneous lovemaking on the morning of hubby's official acceptance was off the charts magnificent, so apparently another generous gift of sorts from my stranded hubby, possibly intended to make this easy on me, or should I say on us. Yes, there would be obvious details to be sorted out, but full submission to this new reality, therefore no intentional conflict to aggravate such discussions, his goals in life utterly consistent; to do his very best by me every day of his life, in a self...

DISCLAIMER
This story is posted on the Literotica website, and the author does not permit for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. The story and all characters are fictional. Any resemblance to businesses or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. The author does not condone the illegal, unethical and immoral acts of the characters in this fiction....

This is a story to share my love of being a cuckold. There is an incredible allure, excitement, passion and closeness it brings to my marriage. There have been a few bumps in the road and sometime s bit of an emotional roller coaster that comes with being a cuckold, however it has all been worth it. My wife is a short petite lady with large D cup breasts and just the right curves after two kids that makes her one very sexy lady. She has a smile that lights up a room. Having my wife walk through what she did...

The following story starts off the morning after Debbie's first gangbang and Daniel's surprise. One of the participants of the aforementioned stories is named Tony, aka Horse. He had left his phone number for Debbie with Jim. Jim was the proprietor of the events of that evening. Jim had given Debbie Horse's number, as well as his own....

PART 2
As I drove toward home, she was mad and silent except for the occasional sniffle. When we were about five minutes from our house I ventured a comment. "You look incredible tonight," I said, "you can't blame him. He's only human."
"I don't blame him," she said. "I blame YOU. You sent me up there alone with him. You're trying to get me to cheat on you... It's... It's sick! How am I supposed to take that? He pulled my body against his and started kissing me, and all of a sudden I thought: my husba...

I'm a truck driver named Mike, and this is a story from the early years of my marriage to Nicole, the one and only love of my life.
We married young in 1967. I was 22 and she was 19. We were both very sexual and as we progressed in our sex life we started sharing our sexual histories and fantasies. Before long I had told her that my favorite experiences from single life involved me and a friend picking up a woman, usually in a bar, and double teaming her. I was surprised and delighted when Nicole told me...

Inside, the air smelled faintly of leather and cologne. Familiar. Masculine.
Nate settled into the driver's seat. One hand on the wheel, the other loose on his thigh.
Rachel sank into the passenger seat. Her jeans stretched tight across her thighs -- the denim warm now from the teasing in the brewery....

The brewery wasn't fancy. That was the point.
Warm wood, concrete floors, and big open windows letting in the early summer dusk.
A trivia night board scrawled in chalk: Starts at 7. Free to Play. Winner Gets a Flight!
The place smelled like hops and fried pickles. Unpretentious. The kind of spot where you could show up in jeans and still feel like you made an effort....

Dear reader:
Not long ago I read a wonderful story written by FarmerJill
This story is not a rewrite or a different ending. I liked her story as is. This story is more of an homage to FarmerJill's. If reconciliation storylines offend you then don't read this. There is very little sex described and a lot of self examination for the characters....

PART 1
I'd always wanted to convert the upstairs of our garage into a small apartment so that we could rent it out as an AirBNB. It was silly, we had all this space above our 2-car garage and it was just being used as storage for our Christmas decorations. We're up on a hill, so I figured, if we added some stairs and a wooden deck, and if we redid the inside and added the plumbing for a full kitchen and bathroom, we could have a very nice studio apartment....

Alphonse "Al" Petrino is a nice guy. He's a bit of a nebbish, yeah, but nobody really has anything bad to say about him. I didn't dislike him, and everything I relate from here on in is not intended to be a negative reflection on him. To be honest, I know now that some of it is actually a negative reflection on me....

My younger sister is 5' 4", about 105 lbs, naturally blonde with c cup breasts and light blue eyes. I am the older sibling by about 5 minutes and the only way to tell us apart is by our personalities. Being the older one, I'm more reserved and conservative where she is more out going, bubbly, and more of a risk taker....

It was not long before twelve o'clock, but that was more than enough time for the evening to be ruined. That's what Ramiro thought as he listened to Adrián bragging about how he put his subordinates in their place, who, he deduced, were more afraid of him than respected.
- And you Rami, how's your job going? -Adrian asked him, his wine glass moving closer to his lips, which were forming a provocative smile. Ramiro really disliked being called that. He saw the gazes of the eight guests fixed on him. In so...

This is a slowly building story about the seduction of a married woman by her son's best friend. This story will have many more parts and will continue to build.
Warning: There is little sexual activity in the early parts, but much more in the later parts. The focus is on slow seduction.
All sexually active characters are over 18 years old....

I don't know how it happened.
One second I was just trying to open the company calendar app, standing awkwardly beside by white boss Andrew's towering frame as he scrolled through something on the big touchscreen. The next second--bam--my chubby Asian fingers slipped, and my phone screen lit up bright and full, for both of us to see....