This particular stories subject matter is marital infidelity. If you are sensitive to that subject, please select a different story of mine to read. I do not advocate lying or cheating on a spouse and I don't feel that the characters actions and reactions are typical. --Sacred Beauty ***** Of all the times my wife could have picked to confront me about h...
Was it rape? Copyright JohnnyMax 2012 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I think she's cheating. Odd signs, but regular ones. She put my favorite satin sheets on the bed one Friday morning with a promise that we'd enjoy them over the weekend but when I got home they were in the dryer as "she'd spilt something on them". Silly little things that made me wo...
Despite all the sex and sex talk, you can't build a loving relationship on screaming, orgasming sex alone. So I cooked for Shayla. Retrieved her single, pitiful suitcase from storage and washed everything in it for her. She slept in our bed, made up daily by her... made up several times, as we screwed on it as often as possible. I took her shopping for repla...
The following flash story stems from a corny sense of humour coupled with the itch to do something different. Be warned, the story has little BTB, no RAAC and even less sex than primetime TV. Read only if you can tolerate LW presented in the form of a monologue spiced with a healthy dose of holiday humour. While it's not a great piece, I sincerely dedicate t...
I'm Pete Culler. Age 38. 6', 6" tall. Married to Abbi Culler (who was originally Torsdottir), age 35, for the last 7 years. Abbi was, at least to my eyes, a 'looker' with brunette hair and a nice figure, but not a 'trophy wife,' though. I never knew much about her early history or family, as she came here from the Mid-West and I thought it not important. Up...
I was nervous. Karen, my wife of eleven years, had told me to meet her at the Tumbleweed Inn at 3:00. I knew that the bar would be pretty much empty at that hour, and whatever it was she had to tell me would have little to do with partying with her. I didn't know how right I was. The TI was where she and I had met thirteen years before. I had a bad feeling...
After finding our table, ordering our food and wine I asked: "Peter, when you said you would come alone, does that mean there are problems between you and Ellen?" "Yes, you can say that, we are divorced I am sorry to say." "Oh! I didn't know that, what happened?" "She cheated?" "Did she have an affair?" "No, it was a one time thing." "How did you find...
Dear Stan, I would say this is the hardest letter I've ever had to write, but I don't think it's going to be all that hard. Even though we haven't been married long, everyone in this apartment complex knows I'm your wife, even people I've never met. And a surprising number of them know your dirty little secret. At least, they do now. I'd suspected for a fe...
"I'm not going to beat around the bush, Michael. You're a smart man, and I can tell you see yourself as a straight-shooter. So, I'm going to shoot straight with you," my wife's boss said, sipping a neat glass of expensive Scotch just after our wives had excused themselves from the table to powder their noses. I stared at the man. I disliked him immensely; h...
I woke up in a daze and found myself in my school's nurse's office. The last thing I remember was feeling dizzy in the middle of class and then it was just a blur. "Ah, you're finally up. That's good." The elderly nurse, Mrs. Johnson said with the bedside manner of a crocodile, or just an old lady tired of kids faking sick to get out of tests reall...