I adore married women. I always have. The idea of bedding a woman while her husband waits at home having no notion that his wife is betraying him is very erotic to me. Consequently, almost all the women I'd ever had sex with have been married. I've probably had more than my share of them for the simple reason that I exploited every chance to have sex with wo...
This is the fifth chapter in the saga of Chris and Chloe Weber. While the story can be read separately, I suggest you read the earlier chapters to understand the full context of what is happening here. For those not familiar with those stories, the two main characters often refer to each other as "brother" and "sister," but there is no incest as the two are...
Chapter 8 -- the purpose of intercourse Autumn had come and it was no longer so warm in the garden. Even Gary was finding himself dressed most days in the garden; his visits to Zoe's or her visits to him curtailed. It was one thing to be mutually masturbating in the sunshine: rather another to be on a bed together. The latter seemed rather more what lovers...
Chapter 02 (The Taxi Driver) The next Friday, Dan left the office early. He had to get to the dry cleaners before they closed to retrieve his tuxedo. He was attending a charity event being held at the Chicago Cultural Center, and was supposed to meet some co-workers and clients there. After picking his tuxedo up, he went home, showered and got dressed, down...
It's hard after the fact to be sure, because the memory is affected by everything else that happened. I think I expected something, or suspected something, but who could know? There was something about her, something more distant than the usual chasm, even with the little faux-sultry looks I was getting, and her use of "sweetie," and what seemed to be her al...
This story is dedicated to Lisa. You know who you are and why I'm writing it. E-mail me and let me know you're OK! I sat in the café drinking my third cup of hot tea and still wondering what the fuck happened to my life. When did my life first start to go down the toilet? What did I do if anything to make this happen and why did my wife decide to change? La...
Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction that depicts sexual acts between consenting adults and deals with concepts such as adultery, oral sex, and vaginal sex. If any of these things will offend you or you are not of legal age in your area to read and/or possess this I recommend closing this document immediately The people, places, and events in this s...
This is a follow-up to "Trust Is Earned, Not Given." I was amazed at the eighty-plus responses I received, which ran the gamut from wonderful to terrible. As posters informed me, Loving Wives readers are an intensely critical crowd. I got praised as well as skewered. To those who did the former as well as the latter, thanks for reading and commenting. Appare...
"Don't you remember? You promised me I could..." my wife Christie whispered into my ear. She continued to nuzzle my ear and into my neck as we lay together on our bed. We had just finished making love and her left leg was thrown over mine as I could feel her soft pubic curls rub against my hip bone. From the grogginess of my post orgasmic fog, I asked her,...
As my wife and I hit our 40s, a little experimentation has certainly become the name of the game when it comes to our sex life. Over the years we have gained heightened levels of respect for each other, confidence as lovers and trust in each other. Spending a little time on the Literotica forums teasing each other and sharing a few select photos led to a Fat...