Author's note This is a Loving wife story. Not slut/cuck, not BTB, and not Gay. I wish to apologize to my readers. My last posting was obviously just bait for the anons who seem to enjoy calling writers names. It is beyond my comprehension that people would intentionally try to hurt the feelings of someone who is providing them with a service for free. I f...
All characters in this story are over eighteen years of age, fictitious and any resemblance to any real person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Thank you for all the comments, good and bad, greatly appreciated and noted. For those who think this is a cuckold or interracial story it most certainly is not - it is first and foremost the love...
Story idea developed by another Literotica member. Main characters: Sofia Vergara, Joe Manganiello, Jordi El Nino Polla, Luna Star Translation provided by Google Translate. ***** "What should I do? What should I do?" Sofia thought to herself at the breakfast table. "Should I go? I better wash these dishes first." It was one in the afternoon and Sofia ha...
His big meaty hands moved slowly from my wife's full hips to her soft natural tits and my pulse quickened. It didn't seem real but my heightened senses made everything too clear for it to be a dream. 'Tell me what you want Baby Girl," he asked playfully as a wry grin spread across his handsome face. His eyes flashed briefly at me and his hands left my wife'...
April 21, 1889 Oklahoma Territory Abby tugged her late husband's long duster, securing it against the chilly breeze. Today and tomorrow morning were for standing in the long line of families and single men waiting for the cannon in Fort Reno to fire. The race would begin at noon. Figuring out how she was going to stay on her homestead for the required five...
My wife wrote this letter last night after meeting an old co-worker in her office at the end of her day. I will write more of what happened when we got home and what is to come over the next day or so. Enjoy! As I sat at my desk, waiting, I could feel my pulse in my pussy. I was throbbing in anticipation of his arrival. It felt as if my pussy was so swollen...
John walked through the door of the Chinese take-out restaurant. Standing at the counter giving her order was a woman with fantastic legs. If the shorts she was wearing had been any shorter, they would be better described as denim panties. She was slightly bent over the counter, looking at the paper menu as she gave the order. After getting the order she t...
Chapter 2: These Tits Were Made for Fucking Beth groaned when the alarm went off and rolled on her side as David got up. "You really have to go to work?" she complained. Her thighs felt damp and her hard nipples scraped against the bed sheet. The little sleep she'd gotten had been filled with strange dreams. In one she'd been a mannequin, dressed in last n...
When a young woman has everything she needs to get by in life, what else does she crave?? Beauty and good looks, brains and an enquiring mind, a warm, loving family, good friends and a boyfriend who dotes on her. Kay had all these things at the age of 19. She had been brought up in an upper middle-class English family in the south of England, been educated...
I have been criticized for inventing evil female characters, then glossing over their pain when their antics are discovered. Below is my response. It is all pain. If that isn't your thing, feel free to hit the wee X in the top right hand corner. No pickaxe handles were damaged in the writing of this story. And on the seventh day, the lord invented Hickory....