These are stories about wife lovers, and specifically concerned with married women.
The wife in question may not actually be making love to her husband, and the stories could involve other lovers, either men or women.
Akin to this category are slut wives, hot and horny wife stories, wife swapping, and cheating wives.
I was just finishing a cigarette when Jason finally showed up. I dropped the butt into a rusted old Folgers can beside me and leaned on the porch railing to watch as he parked beside us, killing the engine on his rumbling F150. Late afternoon sun twinkled...
It has been over four years since our last game. We took a break since the Kirk debacle. It is time to get back into the game. I have been reading online about BDSM. Honestly, I have been chatting as well. I met a group online that has a house near our to...
It was Dakota's third birthday; she was so cute riding around in her new electric Barbie car. She loved everything Barbie and everything pink. We had five girls from her preschool attend the birthday party. We had pony rides, hayrides, face painting, a bo...
I sat at the bar, nursing a gin and tonic. I didn't even like gin and tonics, and I'd never before been to this particular bar, but tonight, I was determined to do something different. It was a Tuesday evening, just after six, and the place wasn't at all...
For years I have been imagining my wife being fucked by some other guy. Any time she was away overnight my imagination would run away and I would often masturbate to the image of her cheating on me. I even imagine her on her knees in her boss’s office wit...
It has been six months since the castle adventure. Lori has not attempted to get me back yet. I am worried that she is planning something bad for me. I am not a jealous husband, as you know that Lori and I have had sex with our friends, or I have watched...
John woke up as the dawning light began to show through the windows. He had a stiff neck and a sore back from sleeping sitting up. Blanche was still sleeping with her head in his lap but stirred when he stretched his arms over his head. “Let’s go to bed,”...
David I found myself sitting on Sherry’s couch in her apartment, which, when I thought about it, was probably very high on the list of places Dawn would never want me to be. At least, not alone. Yet, here I sat, worried about my wife and her latest revela...
I hadn’t seen my best friend for nearly five years. Max and his sister had been looking after their elderly father until he passed away a few months ago. And although I knew they had been devastated, I also sensed relief in the family. His dad’s quality o...
It has been a year since the lingerie party. I have not retaliated for the bondage, spankings, humiliations and the pimping me out. Our baby girl, Dakota, is three months old. She is the love of our lives. My beautiful wife, Lori, is barren. If you do the...
David Dawn woke as I got out of bed. I had the coffee ready when she walked into the kitchen and began to prepare breakfast. I didn’t know if she had forgotten we had company, didn’t care, or was finding her exhibitionist side. Whatever her reasoning, the...
Louise lay naked in bed, basking in the sensuous afterglow of a superb couple of orgasms. She had taken her time, edged herself to the point of no return, and then enjoyed a massive release. She felt blissfully happy. Louise collected the sex toys that ha...
Mike pushed open the door to the convenience store and walked between the shelves towards the back. He looked at the selections of drinks through the glass doors until he found what he was looking for. An ice-cold Dr. Pepper, just like home. They weren’t...
It has been nearly a month since John packed a bag and stormed out of their house, furious at his wife’s infidelity. He had met his friend Tom on the golf course after returning from a business conference. “You will be glad to hear that I am medically cle...
Dawn and I needed to talk about everything that had happened, and I thought the best place to do that was in our bed. I wanted our conversation to be loving and intimate, not two people sitting on a couch separated by clothes, distance, and guilty thought...
