Several years ago, my wife, Brandie, and I, had been separated for eight months, but for a compassionate reason. Her Mother, who lived in another state, had been diagnosed with cancer and needed someone to care for her in her last several months of life. So, Brandie made the decision to move in with her Mom, take care of her to her passing, then dispose of h...
Thank you to Miss Lynn and Techsan for their editing of this story. If you find errors, it's because I kept making changes after the edits. Story can go in a number of different categories. Chapter 1: Decisions we make. How many times do we change our minds in our life? Ever since I was a little kid I wanted to be everything from a super hero to the best d...
January 3rd, 2009 On that one fateful night, John’s fiancee Mandy had gone out with her friend Kate. John himself had decided to stay home for a few reasons. The primary reason was just that he didn’t really feel like going clubbing. He’d felt down for the past few weeks. Maybe it was a chemical thing, he told himself. Or maybe it was because of the increase...
I've just read The Soulful Bard's intelligent and well-reasoned essay concerning Literotica's Loving Wives category. The essay, as I said, is well done, carefully crafted and informative. But I feel a need to add a bit to his essay, not to argue with anything Soulful Bard said, but to add a bit from my own perspective. Soulful's essay concerns itself with t...
"Lori is something else!" my ex-wife Denise grinned. "She's a slut," I shrugged. "Hey!" Denise laughed. "That's my sister you're talking about!" "It must run in the family," I said. "You're probably right," my ex laughed as she reached out and took my cock into her hand. We were both naked on her bed. Denise was a well-endowed blond woman with curves...
Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story I'm Dan Nilsson, married to Isabell and living in a Scandinavian town with our two kids, who were out playing with their friends when my wife asked me to sit down at the kitchen table and listen to some important news. I'll never forget what happened that damn Thursday evening in our kitchen when the shit hit th...
From this point on I will have to hand the story over to Jean, as who would be better regaling the tale than the slut who was there. Dave left me at the table so I could enjoy a night of sexual passion with the three guys. True to form, the second Dave left, I nodded at the guys and Harry, Ross and Mike were back over at my table, knowing full well they'd a...
There is no sex in this story, sorry. This is a repost of an older story so there will be no voting. * The chick flick, my wife Cathy and I were watching the last two hours, was finally over. I had too many beers but she seemed to appreciate it when I sat with her. "I just don't understand it, John. How could a husband be so hard headed that he couldn't...
I'd been out of the game for a while. Almost four years with Samantha, this last one. After trapping my own wife and wives of friends I straightened myself out and promised myself to behave. I liked Samantha this last trapped wife. We decided to be together. I thought we had both learned our lesson and found the right person. Going out for a beer with the...
Many thanks to ReneeandKent for their editing of this story. * As you might remember, the first part of this story ended with me having only one-day left of my time as a 'jailbird'. It had been a very interesting and useful experience that I never would regret. But today was the great day to be a free man again. My wife had told me that she was too busy i...