AUTHOR'S NOTE: There is no sex in this story. This is an attempt to examine some of the underlying causes of an affair and the emotions that might occur. I also wanted to explore the difficulties that might be encountered by a couple that try to save a marriage after an affair. Dear Phil, By the time you read this, I'll be gone. I find that I cannot go on...
This story is a follow-on to the story "The Ninth Step" by thecelt. I recommend you read it first or this story will make no sense. It is with his kind permission that this story is being posted. The original story explored the idea of keeping a secret rather than hurt a spouse with the telling. I respect thecelt's opinion but, as we all know, circumstances...
This contribution of mine is an attempt by me to raise some of the very important issues raised by many of the Loving Wives tales. Before I discuss more general areas, it is appropriate that I place before you details of my own martial situation that have motivated me to comment on these issues. When I decided to marry my wife it was because of my unconditi...
Paralysis. Inability to breathe. Inability to move. Inability to think. The world around me was spinning at an incredible pace. I did not know what to do. I closed my eyes. I felt Sasha pulling on my arm. My eyes opened. Dylan was no longer standing in front of us. I heard words, a distorted voice. "Come on, we have to talk to him." I allowed myself to be...
I woke up in a cold sweat; something isn't right in here. This is my room, but as I look over in my bed, my wife, Kendra, is not there. Kendra and I had been married for a few years now. We met back in college during my Junior year - her Sophomore year - and a few years later, we got married. At this point in our lives, we were both around the same age; her...
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.....unless it's a wife who is scorned And Alisha was a wife scorned. She stood in front of her bedroom mirror with her hands touching various parts of her naked body. She was trying to figure out what was wrong with what she saw. Every time she let her fingers go across her breasts or her clit she closed her eyes, bit...
In the aftermath of our sex, we drank the martinis she had been working on when I arrived at home. She cleaned up the broken glass and mixed a second pitcher. I glowered at her and considered my options as the gin worked its fumy magic on my brain. My world had shifted completely in the last hour or so, from the moment I had spied on her fucking the lawn bo...
Beth, are you having an affair with Alex Pressman? I could see her recoil as I mentioned his name. Doubt, concern and fear spread across her face but no denial. Shit, I shouted. Her face and actions had given her away. I wanted to scream at her only, only I had no voice. I wanted to hurt her, only I knew I could never intentionally hurt her. Anger surged...
Author's Note: Apologize for the long intro but felt it was necessary. This is a tribute piece to one of the authors on Lit whose works, years ago, inspired me to stop lurking and try to write something. "One Slip," by patricia51, is a story that has stuck in my head ever since I first came to Lit. Patricia left it open-ended and encouraged other authors to...
"Don't be silly, my dear," my wife Shrutika said to me as she pulled up her full-fashioned black stockings and attached them to her garter belt. "It's just a simple work dinner. I.. just want to look good is all." I gaped at her openly. "But honey," I said, "You haven't worn stockings in over a year! Not since Valentine's Day last year." Shrutika seemed di...