Donna had dinner with friends. Her best friend had told her about some website she had found. She said it was a hook-up site. Donna and the other women giggled, but were quite intrigued. Their friend told them that she created a profile and had talked to a few different men. She had arranged to meet one of the men she had talked to. She told her friends th...
As both a writer and a reader of erotic stories I have watched the arguments rage back and forth at the stories, at the public comments, on the bulletin boards and in emails. When a spouse strays, when should forgiveness be offered and when should it be withheld? Its pretty easy to make one general observation. No matter what how any given story handles the...
Many thanks to Dennis for the editing of this story * I'm Michael "Mic" Wallmann, a married man in my mid forties. My pretty wife Marianne is two years younger. Our daughter Julia is sixteen and our son Melvin is fourteen years old. When this story begins we still are a typical middle class Scandinavian suburban family with fair jobs and fair house. Withou...
I had a folder full of pictures but I knew it wouldn't make the client happy, it never does. I know it's just part of the job but it's the worst duty for you see my job is to find cheating spouses. It has to be one of the few careers where the better job you do the less it is appreciated. When they hire you, the client is always sure, they just want your ver...
Author's Note: This is the sole thinking, views and muddling of The Soulful Bard on a category in Literotica known as 'Loving Wives'. *~*~*~*~* Seeing all those heavy-weight authors on Lit throwing their weight around with their criticisms and reviews, I decided to throw one of my own ideas into this chaotic mix. This review is about the most controversi...
It was another usual evening. The usual well-dressed gangs of upscale cheating cunts gathered around the usual decorated tables with the usual fruity cocktails. The usual snide gabbing paused when a tall young guy in clean denims and a shoulder pack pushed through the door and grabbed a seat with the bitchiest bitches. I kept cleaning glasses and nodded to T...
This is the final chapter. Thanks for staying with me. I hope it answers most of your questions. A big 'Thank You' to Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. * From that night forward my life seemed so much better. I worked each day and stopped by the Whites' and picked up Vicky. Maybe two nights a week I stayed for dinner but th...
We climbed in to Neil's car, a 5 series BMW, with Neil insisting that my dress be above my waist revealing my pussy and stocking tops, and inserting the handle of my hairbrush into my cunt on the journey to my house. Like a good slut, I willingly obeyed, slipping the brush hand in and out of my smooth pussy, legs wide apart and spiked heels resting on his da...
This a rework and update of an earlier story. *** I walked into the trendy nightspot, heading to the far end of the bar, where I could see Suzi and Jim were waiting for me. I'd been friends with these two for over ten years, and would meet up on a regular basis, mainly to lust after and flirt with Suzi. Jim didn't seem to have jealous bone in his body as I...
Chapter 1 A couple of years ago Jessica and I were ready to move out of home. We were engaged to be married early the next year, and while I'm sure Jessica had different reasons, a large part of the motivation for me was to have somewhere we could fuck without feeling like we were doing something illegal at our parent's houses. Jessica was fit, toned and a...