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....

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....

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...

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....

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....

"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 ...

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....

Once we arrived at my studio, around 3 in the morning, I told Cindy that in the bathroom cabinets she would find fresh towels, if she wanted to take shower. I suggested me getting a bottle of rosé from the fridge, and I would wait for her on my terrace. She thanked me and off she went into the bathroom....

The Fantasy Man


by OKMAC

My husband Inman Bontrager and I were in my new oncologist's office discussing what had been found by a series of tests including PET, MRI, Blood Scans, and Needle Biopsies. "So, what is causing my vision changes and headaches?"
"Mrs. Bontrager, you have glioblastoma, an aggressive brain tumor. Senator McCain died about 15 months after his glioblastoma diagnosis. You have options but this is a very aggressive cancer. If you choose to aggressively fight it with s...

All characters are over the age of 18.
The two women were laughing as they stepped out of the sports bar into the Carolina sunshine of August. Both were tall and fit, not surprising given that they had been doubles teammates on the UNC women's tennis team. When they were competing for the conference championship, an unimaginative national sportswriter had dubbed them "Ebony and Ivory." Hannah Compton was African-American, while her partner, Beegee Beale, was a platinum blonde. Still best friends eight ye...

When I close my eyes, I can still hear the waves. I can still see Viv - laughing, tipsy, tan lines barely hidden under that red bikini. Her thick, tanned cheeks practically begged for attention, soaking up every stray glance on the beach. Cancun was the first time it ever happened. The first time I watched my wife with another man. The first time I realized I liked it. This isn't a fantasy. It happened. And it changed everything....

This is a true account of a series of unforgettable experiences with a friend of ours.
First, a little about us. We're a happily married couple who love keeping our sex life open, exciting, and playful. I'm a tall, leggy blonde often complimented on my smile--and, admittedly, my bold streak. My husband, Kobus, is tall, athletic, and a natural party starter. We love each other deeply, and we love adventure even more....

The Contract on the Envelope
Tags:
BDSM, female submissive, cheating wife, slave, reconciliation, pierced nipples
Author's Note:
I am publishing this chapter and all other chapters in Loving Wives because infidelity and the subsequent reconciliation are the central themes of the story, but many chapters could have been published in Anal, BDSM, Fetish, Group Sex, or Lesbian Sex. This chapter contains oral sex, pierced nipples, and a submissive wife....