wives stories and histories

Chapter 3
I had been out of prison for two and a half years. I still lived in my little trailer. When the weather was nice I rode my Harley; if it was crappy I had a well-used, but trustworthy Toyota 4Runner to get me where I needed to go. Al gave me more leeway, I only had to call in once a month, and I had to see him in person once every ninety days. I still had to get his clearance to leave Elko, but I never went anywhere, so that wasn't an issue....

The next morning, I woke up alone with a large grin on my face. I had so many thoughts going on, from having slightly sore muscles such as my triceps and abdominals due to the amount of fucking Cindy demanded from me, the fucking she got from me in front of her husband in the restaurant, and my curiosity if she managed to get Stevieboy to eat my cum from her pussy and lick it clean....

CHAPTER 2. THE SEED OF DESTRUCTION.
There was nothing particularly dark or ominous about that night, three weeks ago.
In fact, the morning had been lovely. One of those sweet golden mornings. We'd had a thousand of them over the years. I'd never thought of myself as someone that didn't appreciate that sort of thing until it's gone. Perhaps I was....

Traffic was always lighter first thing in the morning. That's why Jon insisted they leave the house before six, something about a large percentage of people waking up already feeling anxious and rushed. Wendy barely heard him. She sat in silence behind her oversized sunglasses, the early sun hitting her face like an interrogation lamp. All she could do was replay the moment in Michael's office when his fingers had pushed inside her. The memory sent rivulets of shame coursing through her body, making her pre...

Tate had only driven about 30 minutes when the check engine light came on. He pulled over and listened for any suspicious sounds. None. He checked under the hood. He found nothing. He was disappointed. He was driving out of town to some hilly running trails as he did every Saturday morning. Rain or shine. In sickness and in health. It was his well earned respite from the busy workweek....

As we were being escorted to our table I couldn't help but smile, gazing down at my wife's swaying hips, firm athletic bum and long sexy legs. Her black clinging dress plunged down to the dimples in the small of her back revealing a finely inscribed dragon tattoo that ran the length of her spine. Grace, a 38 year old successful attorney, turned heads in every room she walked into....

You're breathing heavy. Your skin sticky as I can feel the ebb and flow of your chest rise. The soft curves I love so much draped over me. I move a wisp of untucked hair from your face and watch as your eyes remain closed, you bite your bottom lip and let out a barely discernible and deep "fuck" as you then press your teeth into my shoulder as you shutter and giggle with pleasure. You kiss me passionately and deeply taking a light nip at my bottom lip as you lift yourself away. Our embrace separated for the...

Desperation Payments
Chapter Two
Sarah was awakened by her body lurching rhythmically. She felt a thrusting pressure between her legs. She quickly shook the sleep out of her head to see John on top of her sawing his cock into her beneath the covers. She looked over at his arms propping him up for his thrusts and saw a tube of lube beneath one hand....

Before the divorce.
Hi, my name is Mrs Claire Stratton and we live in a small town in Southern England. Currently I am married to Mark Stratton but we have both felt that the marriage was a bit of a mistake. We had married at the age of eighteen and after ten years it has fizzled out dramatically. Lots of hard work and reducing sex drive. We both wanted to end it and divorce seems inevitable....

My Motorway Madness
Pt4 A new experience
"Same place, same time, different cock for you this time Charlotte," Paul's voice came at me from the speakerphone on my desk.
"Shit" I thought, and I looked up at my colleague Karen. Her face changed from a shocked expression to a knowing smile, as she said,...

I'm not a creep or a jerk. I'm an average guy. You just need a little background information to understand why I did what I did.
James was a coworker. I don't say friend. Right from the start, there was something off about him. He was friendly enough. We went out for beers after work one night, and he grabbed the tab, something he probably couldn't afford (I know how much the company pays us). He asked a lot of questions and seemed to listen to the answers. I suppose that was the source of his charm. And...

The Soundtrack of Secrets
You know those photos that go viral for no reason other than being beautiful? That was them.
A girl posted it on Twitter after The National's show at the O2. VIP box seats. Just two people, a man and a woman, maybe late 40s and 50s. They were lit by the stage glow, leaning in like they were the only two people in the arena. He had his arm around her waist. She was laughing into his shoulder. They looked... magnetic....

Chapter 2 (dos)
The sun beat down on my flesh making me warm; the sand in between my toes had a cooling effect. The waves gently lapped at the shore. I opened my eyes to see her coming toward me from the water. Every move she made exuded sex.
Her small white bikini was heroically doing its job of containing her glorious chest. I was going to feign sleep, but she had seen me looking at her and her smile lit up the beach. I knew all of the men were looking at her; hell, you'd have to be blind to not loo...

My alarm clock went off, and the first thing I saw with my sleepy eyes was the satisfied look on Cindy´s face, still sleeping on top of me. This would normally be a very romantic moment, if it wasn't for the small detail that she was married and that she just had been fucked by me bareback.
This memory made me look forward to the joint dinner tonight with her husband. He didn't have a clue about the two of us, but we were going to support him as good as we could by feeding him hints bit by bit, slowly ad...

THE BOTCHED MARRIAGE, CHAPTER 1. LOVE STORY.
Three weeks ago, I destroyed my fairytale marriage to the perfect man. It took me about 10 days to do it, from bliss to abyss. For over a week now, I've been living with the certainty that I murdered the love of my life, the most honorable man I know, and the most devoted husband and father. I didn't just break his heart. I destroyed the person he was and poisoned all the life story we shared. A bad wife can obliterate the future, but it takes a truly evil who...

We were with friends in the apartment above ours. Several people were there. We'd gone on invitation from someone passing on the stairs earlier, spur of the moment.
"Sure. Come on up. It's only a small gathering, but sure you're welcome!"
We knew about the party from the music we'd heard downstairs....

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.
Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age....

(© 2025 JoshFrom53)
Turning502019, aka Will did all the hard work. i just wrote down what came to my mind.
Will, thank you and since this is number 25 this one is dedicated to you to show my appreciation for your work.
Dear reader.
All disclaimers apply. No sex under eighteen, every likeness with the actual world is purely coincidence....

This story is a repost from when I was on here under a different username.
British English language and spelling. In some stories the processes or facts may be incorrect, it's only a story and in my world that's how it happened. A warning to those who steal stories to use on YouTube channels, I am watching and will hit you with a copyright claim....

No you haven't read the by-line wrongly. This was written by Saxon_Hart. So any rumors of my demise or incarceration are not true... if there were rumors.
This story has been an animal with a mind of its own. I started writing this over fifteen years ago. I can no longer recall exactly when, but there is an Easter egg near the end of Chapter one. It's a line of dialog that mirrors a popular meme that was prevalent on social media near the time I started this....

My vacation had started, and in roughly one hour, this married slut was coming to my place, to get a workshop with me. Or worked by me, or whatever you wanted to name her new hobby, which was getting her cunt fucked several times a day by her private stud.
The thought alone that she would arrive showing everyone who happened to be around, that she was a true slut about to get fucked in her lingerie, made my cock stir....

After the trip to Japan in November, I said I wished I understood the country better. I reflected on my failure to deepen that knowledge.
Akemi also had some reflecting to do. "You've heard of nozokima and torima?"
Japanese words for criminal types, the former a peeping Tom and the latter someone who commits random street attacks....

"You can take a seat anywhere, Mr. Rosen," the receptionist told me, sweeping her hand across the smartly appointed lobby.
Everything looked fresh and modern. No stodgy wood panels on the walls, no drapes on the windows, no carpet on the floor; it was all glass and tile and meticulously fabricated metalwork. I don't go into the city often, so I'm not accustomed to this kind of upscale, urban minimalist aesthetic. I kept my mouth shut and just nodded, afraid that anything I might say would reveal me as a ...

Several weeks ago, I got a text message from our young friend, Jeff. He contacted me to find out if Linda and I would like to get together with him for some fun. After talking to Linda, I set up a date for the following week. We would all get together at the same motel as on our last date, and we agreed on a meeting time. Linda and I were looking forward to this since we hadn't been with Jeff for a few months. Actually, the last time there was any sex at all between Linda and me was a few weeks ago when we ...

My wife, Sonya and I had been together for 15 years before the boredom sat in. Not so much with me, but I could tell she was seriously bored.
The kids were now teenagers, and she didn't have to tend to them anymore.
She wanted to go out and party a little bit as she was only 33 and never got to do that because of our 14- and 13-year-old children....

We were waiting for Katie our babysitter to arrive. Katie had been our baby sitter for a few years and was just in her last year at university. Hayley had encouraged me to fuck her when she was home in the summer and I was happy to oblige spending the whole summer fucking a curvy twenty year old any chance I got. Hayley was massively turned on by the fact I was regularly fucking Katie and just sucking Katie's juices off my cock was enough to get her on the edge of orgasm....

A Wife's First Date Ch. 5
This is the fifth chapter of this series, telling the story of a wife's discovery of a real man who can give her what her husband no longer can provide. I encourage you to start from the beginning. I want to again thank Ken Nitsua for his helpful editing assistance.
She felt so exposed and submissive in this position, face down and ass up on the bed with her pussy presented for his viewing. It turned her on beyond even her most intense fantasies. She had not assumed this posi...

My disorientation in Japan spread outward to involve not only me but my surroundings, activities in which I took part.
Akemi and I were going by cab somewhere. It wasn't my first trip in a Japanese taxi but still I didn't know the rules, as with so much else in that country. There was the matter of doors opening automatically. I always forgot that, tried grabbing the handle and ended up getting bumped for my trouble, albeit lightly. The door didn't swing outward with enough speed or strength to inflict d...

ep 2
That night, in our room, I dimmed the lights, laid beside her, and touched her with care. With need. With silent desperation.
My gujju wife looked at me -- guarded. Quiet.
As my lips went down between her thighs and my tongue began its rhythm, I whispered stories into her skin...
Stories of a woman who meets a younger man... of forbidden gym sessions... of her being taken, owned, devoured....

This story is part of the Wife's Fantasy series. Before we go further, a quick heads-up: this story explores themes of hotwifing and stag/vixen dynamics. If that's not your thing, feel free to stop reading here. But if you're curious about how a fantasy like this plays out between two people who truly love each other—keep going....