Neglected housewife Stories

It was 8:40 as I approached the veranda table, five minutes before Tommy had told me to arrive and just twenty minutes before closing time. The brightly lit courts stood empty, their usual energy replaced by an eerie stillness. Not a single person was in sight. Gloria and I had been in this exact spot twenty-four hours ago, and it was the same table I had shared with the ladies during this afternoon's practice. My heart p...

Pulling out of the garage, my self-consciousness about my new outfit intensified as I began the ten-minute trek through the neighborhood toward the tennis courts. Despite wavering in the garage about whether to change into something less revealing, I held my ground, determined not to let my husband’s negative opinion strip away my remaining self-confidence. The Florida humidity had already coated my freckled body in a she...

I suddenly found myself short of breath, much like when I first discovered Alex’s secret life on lushstories.com. My heart raced as I retrieved my phone from the bed beside me, where it had slipped from my hand in my initial shock at the picture Gloria had just sent. It was a reaction reminiscent of my first glimpse at the porn star my husband had vividly described in his hall pass story. Barely regaining control of my fi...

As part one of my unsettling journey concluded, I was on the verge of confronting Alex but ultimately restrained myself. Witnessing how divorce had shattered the lives of close friends and their children, including older ones, convinced me I didn't want that fate for our daughter Emily. The potential impact on her weighed heavily on my mind, creating an inner turmoil that was hard to ignore. A sense of urgency gnawed at m...

Chaos erupted as Alex suddenly bolted from his office, sprinting out the front door, leaving a trail of smoke and tire marks behind. He vanished from the driveway without warning. Emily and I rushed to the front door in a panic, anxiety flooding the foyer as I struggled to process what had just happened to my husband of twenty years. My hand shook as I reached into my pocket, fumbling to pull out my phone to call Alex. Ju...