I knew the marriage I had thought was happy and as close to perfect as one could be was over as soon as I heard that phrase come out of Sylvia's mouth. You guys know the one I am talking about. "Honey, we need to talk." Sylvia said to me that fateful Wednesday afternoon as soon as I entered the living room upon my return from work. She was sitting in the o...
By Likegoodwinecopyrighted January 2011 Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated as they will help me grow. Thanks to grogers for his very, very patient editing * I am still surprised by the way people talk to each other; they speak the same language, but don't really understand each other. Or worse, they misunderstand each other. My love lif...
This incident happened a couple of years back when both myself and my wife were visiting an Ashram in Pune. This Ashram, though people misunderstand as a sexual haven is more of a spiritual and solemn place. You will also come across people who are there only for sex too. At that time we were just about a few days into our marriage. I was about 26 years of...
I would like to thank my proofreader MrsIntJ and for the beta-reads from 26thNC and Danoctober. They worked hard to improve the quality of this story. This is a three-part story. Each part will be submitted within a week of the other. I hope you enjoy it. As always, comments are welcome. **-** I'm sure this was, for most, a typical suburban evening in m...
"Hey, Joe, come on in. Everyone's left except Ronnie. Yes, yes, she's fine. A little worn out maybe, but just fine. To tell you the truth, we had some wine before we started. Yeah, I know it was early in the day but we all wanted something to take the edge off. We've been drinking martinis ever since. Right now I'd say she's feeling no pain, of any kind. Com...
Copyright © 2015 Naoko Smith This is a re-edited version of Chapter 1. (I added to the chapter, and also cut it in half and put half after Chapter 2.) Thank you so much for the feedback, which I'm working hard to take on board. Please leave comments for me. Thank you! (Diolch.) Lady Arianna el Jien van Sietter opened her round blue eyes and stared dream...
I tend to kill plants. I don't do it on purpose, but they just seem to die when I'm in charge of taking care of them. The only plant that survived in my care for a significant amount of time was a shamrock that I took home from my wedding. It was an incredibly hearty plant—it would have to be to endure my "care!" I was married on St. Patrick's Day in 1990, a...
This story was inspired by the recent news about the NXIVM secret society, DOS. The lead character, Maggie, is desperate to rejuvenate her marriage to her husband of many years. She is befriended by a couple who are members of the cult. By the time Maggie realizes what the cult really is, she is in too deep to escape, although her husband isn't interested in...
First things that I'll say about this story are that this is my first attempt into the Loving Wives category. Second, this is not porn, there is NO sex in this story, zippo, none. There's also no dialogue, the first part of the first sentence says it all, The thoughts going through my mind. are what's in the story. It's a story about infidelity, it's told...
I love my wife. I never dreamed she would fuck other men and hurt me so badly. But I realize now that a beautiful woman with an unusually strong sex drive is going to face a lot more temptations and opportunities, and there is a good chance that somewhere along the way she is going to fuck around on her husband. That's what happened to me. And I partially bl...