(wife point of view) My husband and I have lived in harmony for over 4 years, now we are doing are own thing. When he is at work I'm at home sl**p, when he is at home I'm on my way out. I'm a very successful woman… really I am. I have a great job and I'm very rich. I invented a piece of tiny mechanics — essentially a fancy carbon fiber hinge – that is used in millions and millions of mobile phones. I get to go on lecture tours and last year I went to a Buckingham Palace tea party to meet the Queen in recognition of my contribution to British industry. My name is Anna Lang. You may have heard of me. Everywhere I go, I am shown respect and admiration. In my field, I am a real mover and a shaker. I also have a gorgeous, loving husband, Ted and we have a beautiful 12-year-old daughter. I'm slim and I keep fit, and many people think I'm very curvy in a sexy bookish, professorial way. I have large breast and a full ass. But six months ago, my husbands uncle Jack came to stay, and things started to fall apart. traditional marriage wise he took over our home and life. He's not Ted real uncle, an old friend of Ted Dad's from the navy. his parents are dead now, but somehow Jack has stayed in touch with Ted. He was around Ted when he was a c***d, living with them for periods. He never married and often had some young floozy ten or fifteen years his junior hanging off his arm. He always bullied Ted he wanted him to "be more of a man", when Ted was a bit of a nerd and into my books …
First story I ever submitted. I caught my wife, Dawn, cheating
I caught my wife, Dawn, cheating I had caught her cheating again. We have been married 22 years now, but dating since we were 15. 26 years it has been Dawn and I through all kinds of crap. I knew something was wrong oddly by the way she was fucking me lately. She is 41 now and has been experiencing menopause for the past couple years. Because of this her sex drive dropped quickly to a non-existent level for the past 8-9 months. Then one evening I came home from the gym and jumped in the shower. I came out of the shower to find her in the bathroom standing over the sink looking in the mirror. She asked “do you want to get some before I go to bed”. Hell yes I wanted some. It was rare these days and I wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by. As I dried off with my towel she walked into our walk in closet and started taking off her clothes. She looked my way and said “go make sure the bedroom door is locked, I’ll be right there”. I just about ran to the bedroom door making sure it was locked. Teenagers walking through the door now wouldn’t be a good idea. I dimmed the lights and double checked the lock on the door as I looked the blinds over making sure no one could see through the window. I then set down in a large over-sized chair we have in the corner of our bedroom and waited. Our sex life is pretty bland these days, but I’ll take anything I can get. I’m expecting her to come out with a bottle of lube and assume the missionary position any second. With nothing in her …
Under His Spell
Hi. Please call me Brie; all my friends do. However, should you have the need of an Interior Designer in the Greater Los Angeles area; you will find me listed under my full name of Brianna St. James. Apart from running a successful business, I have been happily married for twenty years and have three children. Only one boy remains at home, and he will be a high school senior this year and off to college next fall. My husband, a construction worker, is a very easy-going, laid-back type of man. This is a second marriage for both of us, and our family is a blended one; his, mine and ours. Only the youngest son is ours. If our marriage is not ecstatically happy, we are at least content with each other and the choices we have made – and we do love each other. I am the more assertive, outgoing person in the relationship and, as my occupation suggests, I am also highly creative. In addition to interior design I write poetry, and I have a burning ambition to write a novel. Someday, maybe – who knows? Anyway, scanning the internet one weekend, I discovered Lush Stories. I had actually been looking for information on threesomes (that’s another story for another day) when I stumbled on Lush. I looked around the site and liked what I saw, so I went ahead and joined. Quite quickly, I decided to see if my writing would go over well. I submitted a poem and anxiously awaited its denial or approval by the moderators. In a very short time, an email told me that my poem had been approved and …
Karen returned to the first place I left her naked in the park, ten years earlier
Those of you who have followed the true stories that Karen and I have written, know that my wife enjoys the thrill of being put in risqué, and sometimes dangerous sexual situations. Each of the six stories we have published, are true, though sometimes watered down so that they can be published. They have ended with her submitting to be gang banged by multiple men, usually black. These adventures took place from 2002 to 2008. Karen was between the ages of forty nine and fifty six years old at the time. Karen had not participated in one in six years. That streak ended in the summer of 2014 when she was sixty two years of age. One of the risqué things that Karen enjoys is being left alone to stroll in a parks on moonlit nights. I always leave her naked and vulnerable if caught by others. We have enjoyed doing this as often as possible throughout the last ten years. The sex with her in the park or afterword’s at home is always mind blowing. The first night that I left her naked, she was caught by five young black men. It ended with her agreeing to be gang banged by them. Not having protection with her, she fucked me and the five young men bareback. Since that first night we agreed that for her safety, we would never return to a place where she had been left naked before. We did not know if she had been seen at other locations. For that reason, we did not know if men would be waiting to catch her naked again, or what their plans might be for her. This has caused a problem …