Mrs. Molly Brett, at 38 years of age, found herself a bored, suburban housewife, her husband gone again, doing another of his museum-display designs and construction assignments. Idly thumbing through a small stack of woman's magazines, she stumbled on an article that caused a bolt of raw, sexual electricity to course through her body. She avidly read about...
An Essay - and no explicit sex in this short piece! * I am currently a tad addicted to Literotica - and no, it's not for the porn - explicit hardcore sex depictions - per se. It's for the emotional angst feelings generated in me in just one subsection of genre at Literotica. The broader genre is "loving wives" - the much narrower subset is the cheating wi...
My wife Esther and I grew up in the same small town. We dated a little in high school, but we were not exclusive and never went steady. After graduation, she took classes to become a paralegal and I went into the military. My mother could not afford sending me to college. I didn't know what I wanted to do anyway. Military service seemed to make sense. The Ar...
Winter two thousand thirteen On a gloomy cold winter weekday morning I looked in on my children as they lay sleeping one more time knowing that it would be the last day, I would see them for quite a while. According to the inside source I had, a clerk working for my wife had informed me that Phyllis had filed the papers with the court the previous day. My l...
This is a work of fiction. Even the country is fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people, events or places is accidental. ***** Julie gave her passport and reservation to the check-in agent. "Buram. That's exotic," the agent commented as he typed on his computer. After a bit of typing, he apologized: "I am sorry, but I cannot check you all the way to B...
I, Brian Davidson, was a late bloomer. All through High School physically I was a boy, not a man; while I had a cute face I was short and chubby. It wasn't until my first year in college that I started to mature, but then it was as dramatic a transformation as any that my doctor had ever seen. By the time that I graduated college I was nine inches taller, se...
Helena was not surprised at how fatigued she was after swimming the short distance between the two islands. She knew that the combination of alcohol and such vigorous rutting had drained her. As she waded near the shore, she glanced down at her sex. The water of the lake had rinsed away most of the Coca Cola mixed with semen from her vagina, but more semen t...
Writer's Note: This is another different cheating wife story. It is different for me, that is. I hope you like the differences. And just in case anyone wonders, it's First Person because I felt it fit for this story. I've been doing a lot of First Person lately, which will probably include the story after this one, but that's what I'm coming up with these da...
Note All Characters are fictitious and comprise composites of facets of persons and are not intended to represent any actual individual persons either living or dead. Slaved The fan above the bed creaked and groaned ineffectively in the suffocating heat, barely cooling the legion of flies that crawled exhaustedly over it, the clock said three a.m which me...
There is no sex in this story. It is instead an exploration of the double standards and hypocrisy that exist in today's society towards those people in the sex industry, the prostitutes and brothel owners who see themselves as participants in a service industry that sometimes caters for those who would destroy it. I am aware that I'm going out on a limb wit...