Naive Wife Stories

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Good Girl Gone Better

by luv2sedcwife on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

At the time she was a 20 year old wife just married 1 year prior. She's a petite brown haired 5 foot girl with 34 B succulent breasts that are very soft yet firm and perky with very excitable pink nipples that begged to be licked and sucked on. Her best feature was and still is her ass. Firm, deep and built to take a good hard pounding. Her ass has and still...

Susan Becomes A Working Girl... In Heels

by DanielWilson on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

Mike and Susan's hometown had been devastated by the recession. Their community's major industry, a manufacturing plant that had been the local economy's backbone for decades, simply couldn't survive the massive financial downturn. Then a wave of spring tornadoes had finished off what few businesses remained. Unemployment soared. Mike and Susan struggled ov...

Deceiving the Naive Papergirls

by likebadfun on Nov 16, 2008
Interracial

Saturday,11:00 am. I was having a shower trying to get rid of a rather nasty hangover when the damn doorbell rang. Loud. Damn near made my head bust. I tried to ignore it but some idiot kept pushing the bell. Shelly, my wife, works Saturdays so I had to answer the damn thing myself. I turned the shower off, grabbed a towel, held it round my waist and stumble...

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In Olden Days

by robinhod on Aug 18, 2017
First Time

This is my first attempt at a stand alone story as previous efforts have been extensions to another writer's work. As I don't have a writer's imagination I've had to rely mostly on memory. I do like to hear from readers, even the illiterate uncouth idiots who proliferate on these pages. You know who you are. * My name is Tim, I was born in 1938 so this al...

One Last Kiss

by mary915 on Sep 16, 2017
Non-Erotic

Tonight was the last time, for real this time. I had planned to stop being my lover's mistress. For one we were becoming emotionally attached---no surprise there as it seems to occur in almost every lengthy affair people have. Secondly, guilt has been eating me alive lately. I mean he's a married man. For 15 years now to be exact. I remember the day we met...

When The Men Are Away...

by Wolf of the Colonies on Aug 18, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

A woman in Colonial America is left home alone with her close friend and servant while her husband goes to a neighboring city to conduct some business. She has her servant help her clean the house but her blouse gets really dirty and her servant offers to clean it for her, of which she agrees, removing the dress and letting her friend go wash it. Another ENF...

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Hot Pussy Hot Temper

by Herm1 on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

I have moved on from my first marriage but after reading some of the stories on this site, I think the readership may be interested in my sordid but true story. I was passing through Albuquerque, NM as a young and naive man of 24. I liked it and decided to stay after checking out the abundance of attractive olive skinned latina women. Being a caucasian from...

The BDSM files #3

by CasperNZ on Oct 6, 2020
BDSM

Several years after Mistress J and the urge to be used and abused keeps coming to the fore. By this stage I'm married, and while my wife and I have an ok sex life, it lacks that edge that I've always enjoyed over the years with various open minded women. I guess the one quality that I value in a woman is the ability to 'let go and enjoy herself' more than a...

The Janitor's Wife

by Karenkay on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Pete pushed the broom past the doorway and peeped inside. Hank was working late and still on the phone. "Dam. I wish that man would call it a day and go home. I promised Melissa I'd be home on time tonight for her mother's birthday party." Pete kept pushing the broom down the hallway and around the corner and saw one of the women walking down the stairs....

The Dead Man's Coat

by moncrief_the_advocate on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Zeynep's arm strained against the wind as he pulled the collar of his coat tighter to shut out the rain. His coal-black skin glistened in the glare of headlights, and his knuckles gripped the handle of his suitcase, tattered with age, on the lonely and frenzied overpass. The contents therein clunked and clattered with each determined step, his thumb outstret...