Sex in Montpellier

Marie, “Mi” among her friends, and I are still regarded as a nice couple. Just after we had met, the local newspaper used to mention us as “Our own Ken and Barbie” which I never liked. The simple reason was that both of us were well-known and popular sport stars in our small town. I was the star in our successful soccer team and Mi, who was National Champion in archery, was even regarded as the “Belle the town” and very often hired for local model jobs.

I had met her a few times, exchanged a few words, got very interested but not got any chance to get a date because she had a jealous boyfriend. But I knew that I’d get my chance sooner or later because her love to the boyfriend was getting fading away. Both of us were invited to a large number of events and parties and sooner or later we ought to meet somewhere. I was looking forward for winning her and planning to do it as a classic seduction with much roses and romantic dinners as soon as I got my chance. (continue reading…)

“(Readers: This is a parallel chapter to The Other Woman (ver1). This one from the blindfolded Wife’s Perspective. You’ll find it’s a COMPLETELY different take on the same occurrence described in Ver1. As Vanessa is very different from that dirty slut Cassandra… Reaction of any kind (positive or negative) is always encouraged. That’s the purpose of penning it. Any sort of specifics as to why my style/theme did, or did not work for you – is greatly appreciated. I want to get inside your miiiiiiiind. Let – me – have it!)” (continue reading…)

I have said goodnight to the children and leaving them I am about to descend the stairs.

For a moment I hesitate. You are at the bottom of the stairs about to ascend.

You too have stopped, hesitating, waiting for me to come down. You are looking up at me.

Even at this distance I can see the look of love and desire in you’re your dark chocolate brown eyes.

As you look at me I know what you can see; my thighs and perhaps my panties where the narrow filament passes over my place of your longing. (continue reading…)

“This is the first story I’ve ever posted in the Loving Wife category.

I’m eager to hear the comments of what is reputed to be Literoticas most interesting group.

Please, don’t hesitate letting me know what you think of my tale. It’s the feedback that makes writing stories fun.”

Dallas, Texas 2005

“Will ya look at that?” I heard Uncle Mario hiss as I lay on the gurney under the Ferrari.

“What?” I grumbled, greasy and sweaty from a mornings work on the toys of the rich and famous. (continue reading…)

She had to admit that their marriage was dull and that they were having problems. She knew her husband, Jeff, was getting frustrated with her and was afraid that he was seeing somebody else.

But she felt that his needs were different from hers and despite a few attempts to liven up their marriage they inevitably fell back into the same old routine.

Sometimes she blamed her upbringing for the way she was. At times she felt very conservative and inexperienced. Her preference was for gentle romantic lovemaking with lots of foreplay and loving - she wondered often if this was just a fantasy and not a possibility. (continue reading…)

This is crazy, but you’ve never been one to back down from a challenge. You and she have been planning this for months and now the day has finally arrived. A simple, but ingenious plan really, to “meet” her and her husband at a bar, except he doesn’t know that the two of you have already met. You’ve been emailing and talking for a long time, becoming friends and as close to lovers as you can be with someone who lives so far away.

Then there was last night. A quick drink and five minutes alone and you were both completely uninhibited. Not even taking the time to undress, you lifted her skirt and just unzipped your pants. Like animals going on instinct, not a word spoken, just the sounds of pure pleasure. Then she’d had to go. You know that you’d do anything to feel that again. Her body against yours, wet flesh surrounding you, the scent of her still fresh in your memory. Only a couple more hours until you see her again, J.T., keep a hold of yourself. (continue reading…)

It’s like this. She’s crazy. I can’t think of any better explanation. I mean, who would even dream up such a thing except Julia? That’s just the way she is. She knows what she wants, and she knows how to get it.

It started innocently enough. I arrived home from work about 8:00 p.m. – a little later than usual – and found my wife and her two closest girlfriends halfway through their third bottle of red wine. It was some site. There was Julia sitting in the middle of the ivory leather couch, her long blond hair hanging in her face, the gorgeous curves of the tops of her tits just barely peaking out through the top of a pink floral tank top, and a grin across her face like the Cheshire cat. She’s incredible. My wife. She’s absolutely the most beautiful, sensual creature in the world. (continue reading…)

I have heard the sounds of a woman in lust before, but never would I dream that those sounds could come from my own wife”s throat. The gasps of passion, the cries of pure lust that I have just listened to were the most erotic sounds I have ever heard. The fact that I did not elicit those sounds does not diminish the effect in the least. As I sit here in this dark close room I think back on the series of events that lead me here and my wife there. And I know that I would change nothing that has happened over the past few weeks. (continue reading…)

Business had pulled Ramit away from his family again. Depressed, and missing them, he tried his wife’s cell phone only to get her voicemail. He didn’t leave a message. What was there to say? She understood that he was working as a consultant for a few years because it would help them save up the down payment on the new house they wanted. Their kids were growing up and soon the girls would need their own bedrooms before they started the third world war. God knew he and Elizabeth had already gone ten rounds with them over why they had to share a room when their baby brother, James got his own room. (continue reading…)

Mary cried and cried until she just couldn’t cry any more. Her face was red and marked with the water from those tears. She tried to tell her husband that she hadn’t done anything wrong but as she sat at the kitchen table drinking her hot tea, she looked back at what had happened and she realized how bad it looked.

Even if it were true that she hadn’t had sex with Jack, or anyone else for that matter it sure didn’t look that way. The fact that she had lied to Bud telling him she was having brunch with her best friend Ann when she wasn’t and then Phil Ann’s husband had seen her at the mall going into the movies didn’t help. Bud would want to know why she had to lie to go to the movies? She must have been doing something else too. But the true was she was supposed to be with Ann but instead she was at the mall just covering for Ann. She knew Bud would wonder where else that she was that day, that maybe she was with Jack. (continue reading…)