wives stories and histories

The room smoldered.
Jazz crooned in the background--slow, lazy sax over a deep bassline. The air was thick with oudh, smoky and sweet, clinging to sweat-slicked skin and aching moans. I couldn't move--my wrists were strapped tight to the headboard, the silk restraints now damp from where I'd pulled. The blindfold made every second feel like forever, every breath she took louder than thunder....

Dear Celeste,
Working at a remote job site for a year is hard on us married folks, I know. When you called last night you tried to tell me what happened and what you were thinking and feeling but you just didn't have the words. After 10 years of marriage I think I know you well enough to fill in the words for you. So here you go......

I left off at almost the end of March. At that point, my wife Jill, our son Steven and her lover Jane were living at Ann's, Jill's mother's, house. My fraternal twin Amy and son Tom were living with her husband Alex. Ann and I were busy trying to destroy my bed with our lovemaking. It's now the end of April. Much has changed....

I leaned back in my chair, hands behind my head, relaxing. My cock stood at attention as I watched the scene unfolding before me. My wife Jessie was moaning, legs spread, as she struggled to take the entire length of the thick cock sliding slowly in and out of her pussy. I heard him grunting as he slowly bottomed out inside her, and began stroking in and out with more speed and purpose. But I guess I should explain how we got to this point....

Audrey stood in front of the floor length hotel mirror and removed her earrings one after the other. The dark floral wall paper swallowed almost all of the light in the already dim room, and she admired her statuesque presence her gown and heels gave her one last time before kicking them off. Barefoot, she walked to the center of the room to the bed as she heard the sink in the bathroom turn off. She reached for her travel bag that would contain her earrings and other jewelry and as she grabbed it she felt ...

Infidelity Delivered by Post Office


By Cindy Johnson @CindyTv


Tags: #Cheat #Letter #Betrayal #Emotional #Affair #Remorse #Divorce #No Sex

Chapter 1: Tom's revelation
Julie, my wife of 20 years, was going to pick up dinner on her way home from work, which gave me some time to relax on our lakeside patio. We have an awesome view of Lake Ida, and I find it therapeutic to sit with a glass of bourbon and unwind from a long day at work....

"Honey, I'll be home late, so don't wait up. I am sure I will be tired and will want to sleep." Were the words out of my wife Ellen's mouth when making it clear to me that our marriage was over?
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It was Wednesday, November 4th, a pivotal day in our marriage.
It was just after 7:00 p. m. I was in the den reading USA Today after we had finished dinner. Ellen cooked as she usually did, and I cleaned up as usual. Once dinner was over, Ellen disappeared upstairs, and I heard the s...

Perfect Day
Like most days, today started as a Perfect Day, that is, until it wasn't perfect anymore. The morning began beautifully, making love to my beautiful wife. I left for the office on an emotional high. Things at the office started off well, but something can always mess up your day. I expected that might happen today. The Collins meeting had the potential to do just that. I prayed it wouldn't, but we would have to wait and see. Otherwise, it was a Perfect Day....

Memorial weekend, it was cold, rainy, dreary, not a weekend to do much, after spending Saturday and Sunday indoors, we needed to be out with people, so decided to hit the local swinger's motel and get a daytime pool pass.
This is how we met Andre'
Initially we sat in the more secluded hot tub, a couple of guys hitting on me, one guy covered in tats, he was nice, but kind of a turn off, another guy sat across from us, initially just watching, then his watching turned to staring, creepily, finally he mo...

(Due to ill health this will be my last post, I hope you like it, it took a lot of effort. I will archive in a while.)
xxxxxx ...... xxxxxx
Chris, thirty three, asked his wife Lucy, if she had met the new neighbour from three doors down.
"Only to say hello and a couple small chats last week, why" she asked....

Honey, Please Fuck my Black Buddy
By Buster2U
Warning // Definitely Cuck Shit! // Warning // Definitely Cuck Shit! // Warning
There is NO Sex in this story
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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...

It was only a few hours before my wedding. I am Dayanne, a pretty blonde with a nice ass and at 22 years old I was going to marry a handsome guy with whom I have been having sex for two years.
I was at home, getting dressed for the ceremony, already wearing the veil, corset and white stockings, still without panties. Roger, my fiancé's best man, arrived at my house. He wanted to see me....

Amara Herrera watched her latest conquest emerge from the crowd outside the Blue Silk nightclub. It was shaping up to be one hell of a night. The young woman sauntering over to the Uber was utter perfection.
Proportionately her body was ridiculous, with a waist that curved in sharply above a toned ass and thighs, and large, plump boobs that were practically begging to be squeezed. An asymmetric pixie cut with silvery highlights crowned her angular face. Her canines had flashed white in the dim interior o...

We had just arrived in Vegas and arrived at our hotel. Our room was not quite ready so we went to one of the resort restaurants for lunch and some drinks, which had me quickly feeling carefree, forgetting the stress of work and life back home. Jake paid the bill and we were then able to check into our room, where we unpacked and got changed for the pool....

I am Philip, I am married to Sally.
I have always enjoyed masturbating and been a cuckold. Sally and I did have sex in the past and have two children, a boy and a girl, aged 8 and 4.
Sally has known about my masturbation habit ever since we were married and knew about my extensive collection of girly magazines, porn videos and my accounts on pornography websites....

"Hey Mr S! You taking a day off work? I'm surprised to see you over on this side of the property!" hollered Fred, our tradesman who was renovating the annex for us. He was stood at the end of the hallway by the small kitchen island. I was of course equally as surprised to see him. Our arrangement with him was that he worked only on weekends. It was one of the reasons why we had chosen this particular Monday afternoon for Amber to get fucked by Ryan....

My name is Ginger. This is my story. Every word is true.
I've always known the power of a short skirt and high heels. I started wearing them when I was in high school. I worked as a hostess in a restaurant, and realized that a minidress and heels seemed to please the crowd. My skirts have always been super short, and my standard heels are black patent leather four or five inch heels, always with very pointy toes. I met my husband back then, and quickly realized that he had a thing for when I dressed that...

A Work Of Fiction.
Part 14 - Like Oxygen
Terri :
Just seeing both Martika, my boss, and Amber tear a new arsehole out of Jerry was such an amazing thing. I have only seen her in a upbeat yet pissed kind of mood. Never like this. Full-on gangster.
After he paid up, and ran off into the night, Martika made it very obvious that nobody would even dare try that again. Violence through intimidation. I like it. But I know that, if it came down to it, whoever caused grief for her girls would be in for a...

Fiona and I have been together for nearly 30 years and married for nearly 25 of those. A couple of shaky points here and there, but generally tight and loving, with a strong family unit with two fantastic children in their mid to late teens.
I first met Fiona through a friend of a friend in the mid 1990's. Attractive, slim, assured and loyal, Fiona sent out a slightly stand-off message of don't come near me unless you have something to offer. I fell and fell hard, putting my 'free love' thinking behind m...

Our wedding was coming up quickly; in 90 days we'd be husband and wife. We were both excited, we were both nervous at the big step we were taking. It felt like we were leaving behind our youth and entering adulthood. Yes, I know we were both in our mid-20's and have been considered adults for several years, but it has never felt like it. Now I felt like that bar mitzvah line would finally feel real: "Today, I am a man."...

Most married men will relate to the sexual tension that becomes your chief preoccupation when your wife's best friend, or any unrelated female for that matter, spends the night in your home. This story then might seem unusual in that it will start with a distinctly unsexy premise: that is, Kaleigh, my wife's best friend, as wonderful a human as she is, doesn't really seem all that... sexual. Physically, she is pretty plain but in my sexual world conventional physical attractiveness is easily made up for in ...

Author's Note: Whether you end up enjoying it or not, feel free to leave a comment or a rating. Your feedback really helps me improve -- and motivates me to keep writing.
(Self-Edited: All mistakes are mine.)
He loves her like the first day. Maybe even more. Nineteen years old, and already a woman. Her full curves, her pale skin, the way she holds her head. Everything about her seems perfect. Almost out of reach. And yet, she's his. She's the one who said yes. Who chose this life with him. He knows by...

The Fragile Male Ego.
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I left the job at noon on Friday, and my day was complete. I'd just finished a deal that would net the company a lot of money, and when the contract was signed, I sent my team home, telling them to enjoy the weekend. Mine certainly promised to be....

Obligatory Disclaimer (Because Apparently We Can't Have Nice Things)
Everyone in "Something Real" is 18 years or older. Fully grown. Emotionally questionable at times, but legally adults. If you're looking for drama involving minors, congratulations--you're in the wrong story and you should probably rethink some life choices....

With all the perverted fun they had, the one thing Steve was still missing was Jessica, his gorgeous bisexual half-Asian wife, sneaking around behind his back with someone who also thought they were cheating. It may seem an odd kink but to each their own.
Jessica, at 45, had complained about adding a few pounds, so to support her, Steve contacted the local professional at-home gym company to send a trainer for her. For the first workout, her trainer Chris arrived, a muscular, tan, Asian 30 year old weari...

The moonlight spills through the gauzy curtains, casting a silvery glow that dances across your body like a lover's caress. You lie sprawled on the bed, wrapped in black lacy silk that clings to your every curve like it was tailored for sin. The nightgown drapes over you like a secret too wicked to speak aloud--thin, sheer, shameless. Your nipples jut proudly through the fabric, hardened peaks straining for attention. The swell of your breasts, the bare curve of your thighs, the whisper of your breath--ever...

Eli woke with a stiff neck and aching knees, the carpet rough against his bare skin. His body protested as he shifted, muscles sore and sluggish, the dull throb of last night's humiliations woven deep into his bones. Above him, the sheets rustled--soft laughter, sleepy sighs. He blinked blearily up toward the bed....

Ryan and I checked out of our team meeting around 11:30am and somewhat hamhandedly made a show off leaving for our next meeting. "I'll uh see you over at the, um, restaurant then?" I mustered in front of our colleagues. "Yeah, be there shortly" he nodded curtly in agreement. "I've got the address". Butterflies ran through my stomach as I eased my Mercedes out of the parkade knowing that Ryan wouldn't be far behind....

Years of same old routine.
Same birthday tradition, same tired passion. A fancy dinner. A few glasses of wine. A flicker of heat between the sheets that never quite became fire. But I knew her too well--too deeply. I saw it in the way her eyes lingered in the mirror just a second too long... in the way her fingers hesitated at the hem of her dress like they were aching to be undone by someone who wasn't me....

It was supposed to be just another late night.
The quiet hum of electronics, the soft glow of monitors, and the easy comfort of two friends and lab coworkers who'd spent the last years side by side pushing deadlines, trading sarcastic remarks, and pretending that whatever this was between them didn't exist....