I was asked why all my sluts are single and swingers, what about the sluts that are cheating? Well, here it is. I wouldn't say I was in a downward spiral. It didn't feel that dramatic. I was in a trough. I thought the very sound of it was perfect. "Trough." I woke up, I sent the kids off. I pretended to work. The family would come home eventually. It was ho...
(Please leave your feedback / comments) My name is Clare. I am 37 years old, 5'7 with dark hair and green eyes. I am a size 12, have 34b boobs and wide hips and bum. I am also a respectable married woman. Oh and I HATE camping. The months went by and I started to get a control of myself. The urges still came but less often and mostly when I let them. Da...
This is a re-post of the above story with some minor changes. I had accidentally edited this story with the text from the subsequent Sharon's Bathroom Pleasure, hence this was no longer available online. I have a number of other stories part-finished, some of which I'm sure will make it to Literotica soon. Thank You for your inspiring or constructive comment...
He gave her enough time, then entered the room. She stood obediently in the middle of the room, waiting. His opening of the door startled her and she jumped. She tried to compose herself, hoping He hadn't noticed. She was nude, gloriously nude, standing with one knee bent slightly, the other straight as she used the last of her modesty to try and hide her se...
We were both still sleeping on the screened porch in the backyard when I awoke the next day to hear her mom in the kitchen. The kitchen had a back door that led directly to that porch, and that door was open. Her mom was having breakfast and told us she was leaving for the day. My cock was hard thinking about the night before, but I still couldn't believe it...
For almost a decade Virginia had been begging her husband Mark to let her have sex with another man. It was not that Mark didn’t satisfy her: his cock was the perfect size and he could last almost forever. But she had always entertained fantasies of being taken by a stranger or near-stranger while Mark watched from a secret hiding place. (Actually, the fanta...
Panicked vapor, moist in all the expected places, but heavier than the substance of most dreams: another nightmare about spelunking between feminine mounds. The mounds that used to cast haunting convex busts behind opaque turquoise scrubs and keep Mehmet Oz turning always and ever over on his silk sheets before important practicum exams. O! If only he had kn...
Dear Readers, the story below is a short summary of a real life experience. It is a little soft compared to the other stories submitted. But its excitement comes from its being real. * We are a married couple from Turkey both at 39. Last summer we have been in Amsterdam for our holiday. After fantasizing for a long time, we have decided to do something new...
I’ve been selling housewares for Macy’s for 20 years now. I love using my cheerful, personality to meet and help new people. It doesn’t hurt that I’m good looking for a 50 year-old guy, kind of a poor man’s Tom Cruise. I get to meet a fair share of women and sometimes when they are my type we become close friends. They have to be my age, nice, real and f...
Monday Sabine arrived at the hotel half an hour early, the taxi dumping her brusquely on the sidewalk as if it knew her purpose in being there. She felt like the world was passing judgment on her: the gray, rain-soaked streets and buildings, the thundery sky that threatened overhead, the hurrying pedestrians with their heads down, eyes lowered away from her...