These are stories about wife lovers, and specifically concerned with married women.
The wife in question may not actually be making love to her husband, and the stories could involve other lovers, either men or women.
Akin to this category are slut wives, hot and horny wife stories, wife swapping, and cheating wives.
It was very hot, and the sun was blazing down when we arrived at the race track. The clock read two minutes after ten, and we began sweating as soon as we stepped out of the car. After applying liberal amounts of sunscreen, and failing to convince her to...
“You could have stayed.” “You were fucking another guy!” Kelly regarded me coolly. “No, I fucked another guy. I shouldn’t have. I confessed, and I apologized. I begged you to stay and go to counseling so our family could stay together. What I did was wron...
RED The last story told about my genital piercings my present ones, and my future ones. Unbeknown to me hubby had set things up with my piercer, tattoo artist Angelina. We arrived at Angelina's. I was told that I would be getting a "Vch piercing and eight...
The Saturday morning following their reconciliation was spent companionably doing mundane home chores. Mid-afternoon, they began to think about preparing for their dates; he with Carol, she with Greg. Kim reminded John that he had been neglecting his mans...
As a rule, I didn’t mess with married women. Well, the ones wearing their rings, that is, the ones that were obviously married and didn’t even try to hide it. If a woman is in a hotel bar with her ring on, one of four things is probably going on: she want...
“Who wants to get in the hot tub?” Deb asked both Doug and me as we sat on the patio. We had just eaten a light dinner off the grill and had a couple of drinks to unwind. All of us were feeling good, and just enjoying a warm evening in Texas. “I didn’t br...
My first married Asian woman came twenty years ago when I was working as a computer tech in a Gateway Country store in Valencia. She walked in wearing a tight, white, micro mini-skirt and a tight, white, little tank top that left no doubt about how specta...
"Wow, you look so sexy and hot in that dress. I am sure you will be attracting unwanted attention," I said as I walked into our bedroom. Kerri, my wife, was getting dressed for a wedding we had been invited to; it was one of her co-workers' daughters. She...
Part 2 - The VIP Room "A newlywed bride on a business trip still can't refuse a naughty dare!" This story is based on a true event from my life that I have retold to my husband numerous times. At times, I may have exaggerated certain parts or left out som...
After the meal, they went to the hotel across the street. It was old for a hotel, with fancy ornate fixtures circa the early 20th century. He already had a room key, and they took an elevator to their floor. She concentrated on putting one foot in front o...
Of course, I noticed him; everyone did as he ran along the edge of the surf, where the sand was packed firm by the water. He was a huge, gorgeous, black man, well over six feet tall and massively muscled, his chiseled physique sure to grab the eye. Anothe...
We hadn't spoken another word about Mr. Johnstone. She spent the whole evening on the computer, and I tried to tend to the pressing matters that faced me at work the following day. When I arrived at our downtown offices the following day, my assistant Jan...
As the cab drove off, Irina turned to face Xiǎo and kissed him passionately. As their tongues danced she crossed her right leg over his, pulling him closer to her. She then took his left hand, placed it on her right ankle, and began gliding his hand up an...
I’m not merely a slut; that’s far too vanilla to describe me. I’m the sort of scandalous vixen that gets slut-shamed by major sluts. On top of that, I’m a natural redhead, complete with pale skin, extreme emotional swings, and infinite, volcanic passion t...
I opened the door and made my way into our large open-plan family room, the lights dimmed just enough to make it look warm and inviting. I was expecting to see Greg waiting for me in our large L-shaped lounge. He wasn’t there. To the right, I could see a...
Her long wool trench coat didn't seem warm enough. It was unusually cold for November in this part of the country, and she tried hard not to concentrate on her rock-hard nipples rubbing on the inside of the coat. Her corset wasn't keeping her midriff warm...
