30 comments/ 46414 views/ 4 favorites Loving Wives By: NemosFolly First of all, it must be noted that I am not a writer of erotica. I find it much more fun, and erotic, reading stories where I'm not sure exactly what's going to happen (even if it's pretty clear from the direction of the story so far) than writing ones where I have such absolute control. But I am an avid reader, and I have read many stories in each of the categories on this site -- including the now-defunct "extreme" category -- and enjoyed a great many of them, both as literature and as jerk-off material. But there is a problem with the "loving wives" section. We all know what that problem is. First of all, the problem seems to stem from the fact that no one knows what "Loving Wives" means, other than it deals with wives. Some believe it means stories about "wimp" husbands, some believe it means stories about threesomes (notably not referred to as "wimp wives"), and some believe it means stories about marital sex. Of course, this "problem" could exist in many of the other categories; Incest contains father-daughter and mother-son and cousin-cousin sex, each of which is a very different thing; Nonhuman contains stories about demons and angels alike; Nonconsent contains stories about light role-play and head-on rape, and I think we can agree those are completely different worlds. We could do this with any category. But, in the Loving Wives section, the differences seem so enormous as to evoke a great deal of hateful feedback. There is no point in arguing with the hateful feedback. Basically the only solution is to stop altogether allowing comments on stories that involve cuckolding. But allow me to attempt, one more time, to preach a message of tolerance. Sexuality is, in a simple phrase, fuckin' awesome. It is, thank God, so wonderfully varied and complex and fucked up as to keep us interested and traumatized our entire lives, if we have even the slightest bit of luck. Every single one of us likes different things. If you had the good fortune of grossing yourself out on the old "extreme" section (www.allextremesex.com, now just a tame site), you know all about some of the more perverse fetishes out there. A brief list of the sickest shit I've seen: Bestiality Extreme scatology -- in one story, a woman is buried in a port-o-potty for a month with an air tube, and completely covered in shit Sex with infants Necrophelia And the weirdest one was a story about a bullemic girl whose boyfriend liked having her stick her fingers down her throat and vomit while they were doing it. Most of us probably said "ick" to most of the things listed above, if not all. I certainly did, even though I enjoyed the stories no end. Here are some more fetishes that you might find more familiar: Sex in the butt Sex with whips & chains & stuff Sex with celebrities "Deleted scenes" of TV shows like Friends (Dudeman85's stories being some of the best and most popular on Literotica) Sex with blood Sex in the missionary position with a loved one Foreplay, followed by intercourse Scary sex Sex in public Peeping Toms Focus on non-obviously-sexual body parts like feet Non-single-sexed individuals Sex with virgins Guy-guy sex Sex with more than 2 people Funny sex Making fun of sex and sexuality and erotica Sex with pictures Sex with members of your family Sex with people with different skintones Girl-girl sex Sex within, or without, marriage Sex with old people Hypnotism Nonconsensual sex Supernatural sex Romance Sex with aliens Sex on Star Trek Sex in Middle Earth or some such similar locale Sex that you hear (mostly girls masturbating into a microphone) Sex with toys Sex by yourself Gender-confusion Yes, that's right, I basically listed the Literotica categories. It's a pretty incomplete list. But it's important to note that "Erotic Couplings" is just as much a fetish as "Transsexuals & Crossdressing." If what you want is normal, monogamous sex with your wife, that's fine. But to some of us, THAT is pretty sick. The fun about sex, after all (and if you don't think sex should be fun, you're on the wrong fucking website, man), is in discovering each other's differences, the fetishes we share and those which we can learn from each other, and maybe learn to like, and maybe learn to dislike. Some of us may never really enjoy oral sex as much as others, and some of us may never really enjoy dressing up like an ape as much as others, but experimenting and learning is what it's all about. The fact is, we're all sickos. From what I've read in the online world, I think I'm near the top of the heap in sickness, but not at it. Some people don't understand this. They have revenge fantasies; a pretty neat fetish, that's fine with me. But if someone has a different fantasy, they deem it "sick." Well, duh! It better be sick, or it wouldn't be sexy! You think revenge isn't sick? You think Christian morality isn't sick? You really think that there's nothing unnatural about "kicking to the curb" a woman to whom you vowed eternal love, in front of all your friends and family, after she messes up one time? That is the sickest thing I ever heard -- and hooray to you for having that fantasy! See, that's why we come to Literotica. To write about, and read about, and deal with the fantasies which, for millenia, we as a speices have more or less kept locked inside ourselves, too ashamed of or prohibited from doing to actually try out, or even talk out. And now, we have a forum for it. Where we can all express ourselves, where we can all be accepted, and where we can learn each other's sexual fetishes WITHOUT actually all fucking one another. The woman who thought she was nuts for asking her boyfriend to bite her finds a vampire story. The boy whose girlfriend made fun of him for asking her to spank him finds a light s/m story. And the man who wanted another man to fuck his wife, finds a story to fill that need. If you can't learn to tolerate other people's sexuality, I honestly don't understand why you come here and expect yours to be tolerated. Almost nothing on this site is accepted by mainstream society; frankly, no pornographic writing describing detailed sex would be considered OK by whatever priest or minister performed your marriage ceremony, so just by reading the word "cunt" you've stepped outside of the norm, just a little bit outside of those traditions you were taught and to which you cling so desperately. So what if a cuckold story DOES mean that the husband is a gay, sissy wimp? What's wrong with being a gay, sissy wimp? I know plenty of proud fags who are proud of being gay, sissy wimps, and I know prenty of closeted men who are ashamed of wanting to be that way. The former are the outcropping of healthy, open sexuality; the latter are the pitiable. So, in the end, I plead this: That you all be open with your sexuality, that you come here to express it, to find a kinship with others', and to encourage more and better expression of it by your comments (be they positive or constructively critical), and maybe even to expand the horizons of your fantasy life a little; but most of all, that you remember that no one's fetish is better than anyone else's, and that if someone likes a cuckoldry story, that's good enough reason for it to be on this site, and if you hate it and find it offensive, I'm sure we can find someone out there who finds YOU equally offensive -- but is tolerant enough to not yell it in your face. Let us all work to end the negative comments in the Loving Wives category, so that we can live in peace. In a time with so much needless war worldwide, a little tolerance in this most progressive of realms, the land of internet erotica, is the least we can ask for. Frankly, if we can't have tolerance here, it's barely worth the bloodshed to even try and save this miserable rock we live on. Remember, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." Jesus said that. Man, the Son of God. What a cock he must've had! (I'll bet my wife would love to fuck it!) Peace. Loving Wives Dawn, who has been a very good friend of mine for years, asked me a question in the course of a conversation that surprised me. The reason that she asked didn't surprise me it was just the fact that she asked it. Dawn and her husband Tony had been on and off for years. They never actually separated but they had lived emotionally separated for years. My husband and I have spent time with them on occasion at couple functions like company dinners or parties so that the friendship wasn't just between me and Dawn. Our husbands knew each other and we knew each other's husbands. Tony and Dawn were a good public couple. You know the couple or you may be half of one yourself where from the confines of the home every day is a seething battle of sorts. The dirty looks, the snide remarks or the hateful tone of voice. There is that underlying anger about something that permeates everything in the house, especially the relationship. This distance is most apparent in the bedroom. The sex is gone. The public relationship is markedly different though. There is hand holding and joking and even respect; "Honey let me get that for you." One might say. But when they're at home it would be "I'm not your servant or you've got two legs, use them!" Yes. This was the relationship of Dawn and Tony. My own marriage was mostly the opposite. Nick and I went through some of that but through the years we learned to look forward to each other. Things had to be done and we did them. We didn't try to count and balance who did what and how much. We just learned to do it. We learned to welcome each others desires in the bedroom as well. The single biggest realization I had that contributed to the change in my marriage was that men and women are different. 'REALLY?' you might say. 'Vicky here is a genius. She says that men and women are different.' I know we all know it, but couples like Dawn and Tony don't accept it. It sounds good, but.... For instance Dawn would lament over catching Tony looking at porn on the internet. She would call him a pervert, a man with no self control and no respect for himself or his wife. Ouch. On the particular day that this story began, Dawn and I had gotten together for lunch at my house and she obviously had something boiling under the surface that she was trying to mask with a lighthearted tone. I was finally able to get her to open up and talk about the very real and painful thing she was trying to hide. "I've had it Vicky." She finally admitted. "I want to divorce him." "What happened Dawn?" I asked half expecting to hear that Tony had cheated on her. "It's him!" Dawn said waving her arms as if to say 'everything about him just take your pick.' "What did he do?" I was looking for some specific action that finally pushed her over the edge. Dawn didn't have an answer. "All he wants is sex. Every night he's coming on to me just trying to get me on my back so that he can screw me." Dawn rolled her eyes before continuing. "And if he's not getting sex, he's sitting in there on the computer looking at porn on the internet." "When is the last time you had sex with him?" I asked. Dawn couldn't answer. She just sat there shaking her head at whatever picture she had in her mind at the time. "I don't know." She said with an exacerbated sigh. "I don't care.... I'm just ready to move on. There's got to be men out there who aren't perverts and know how to respect a woman." To Dawn's confusion and maybe embarrassment, I laughed. After a moment Dawn thought that she understood and laughed too. "A guy who's not a pervert and knows how to respect a woman. That is pretty funny." Dawn let herself chuckle again. "It's not that Dawn." I said. If that's what you want then you need to find a woman." Dawn just looked blankly at me. "Dawn. Men are visual. They were made to look at women and women were made to be looked at. Women are smooth and curvy and soft... men aren't. Women instinctively spend time in front of the mirror and in the closet so that they look just the right way... because we know that we're being looked at, we like it, we want to be looked at and admired." After Dawn didn't speak for a moment I continued. "If a man does those things we think he's gay. He's too feminine. Women like the rugged ways of a man. We're not looking at the men who are soft and curvy, we're looking at the men who are rugged and built. Those are the men we fantasize about. Taking us in their arms in total control and then taking us." A smile formed on Dawn s lips. "Ohh yea. That's what I like." "Well, Dawn, men like soft curvy sexy women, especially ones who are willing to let them see all of them. Tony is no different. If you don't let him see you, eventually he's going to go somewhere else to see it... like on the internet." Dawn tried to be defensive. "I don't look at hunks on the internet. I don't even know if there are hunks on the internet." "Women aren't visual Dawn. Sure there are hunks on the internet and some women look at them but generally speaking, women aren't visual like that. You liked my description of a rugged man. You formed a picture in your mind. You probably made a porno in your mind just then right?" Dawn smiled coyly and raised her eyebrows. "That's the difference. Men do that but they need visual stimulation... we don't. Men look at pictures of a beautiful woman and they can imagine her voice, her perfume, her sitting there with her legs spread saying 'I want nothing more than for you to fuck me Tony.'" "It's powerful Dawn. If you deny Tony, or any other man you might end up with access to you, if you deny him sex, whether you know about it or not, he will be looking at other women at work or on the internet or worse yet, one of them will notice him and he will eventually sleep with her. You'd have a better chance of changing the spots on a leopard than to change that part of a man." Dawn's once blank look focused. She shook her head slowly before looking at me. "Have you and Nick always been like you are now?" I laughed again. "Oh gosh no. We used to fight like cats and dogs. I think we hated each other at times." "We definitely hated each other. It is a miracle we're still together. He came to me one day and said that all of this is pointless. He said that he was tired of living like this and knew that I was too and it was either going to change or he had no choice but to make the decision for us to go our separate ways." I continued telling Dawn my story as it played out in my mind. "That made it very real Dawn. He laid it out on the table so matter of fact. He wasn't hateful he wasn't threatening, it was just 'look this is stupid and I'm tired, I want you but I am at my limit'. And he was Dawn, it had to change or he was going to snap emotionally. I could see it." "It was like he had been telling me his chest hurt and I kept telling him it was in his mind until one day I saw that he was getting ready to have a heart attack. It really scared me Dawn. Dawn was speechless. The room seemed so quiet and cold, it reminded me of the very day that the conversation with Nick took place. Dawn finally asked. "What did you do?" "We looked for answers." I said. "We went to counseling. We read books and we talked. We learned to talk without attacking and we learned to listen to each other without trying to weigh the value of what the other was saying." "What did you find out?" Dawn asked as if she were asking for that last critical piece of information to the secret of life. I smiled with a soft calm happiness. "We found out that men and women are different." That was not what Dawn was expecting. "That's not all though. What was the change?" "It's how you look at it Dawn. Think about it, really think about it. We are different. It's not enough to know it, you have to accept it... believe it, know it enough to change the way you treat him because of it. Change. Don't worry about him. He's been wrong, you've been wrong, big deal. Move on. Know that there is different and treat him accordingly. You'll see a dramatic change I promise you." "With that. Don't be mean. Don't belittle him and by all means...fight fair! Don't bring up junk from the past." "I don't know how to do all of that Vicky. That can't be all of it?" "Dawn. You just said that you would go find another guy. You are willing to start over right?" "Yea." "So start over. What would you do for this new guy? You would dress up for him, entice him. You would have sensuous sex with him and give him access to your body. You would show him how sexual you are because you know that's what he would like. You would suck him and jack him off because you would want him to know how attracted you are to him. Tell me I'm wrong." Dawn was obviously uncomfortable talking like this. "Probably." Was all she said. That 'probably' was a resounding 'you bet your ass.' I would. "Girl, the health of a relationship is reflected in the bedroom. I guarantee you that. It's just the way it is and I'm glad. "So what are you saying I should do with Tony?" "Let him look at you naked, entice him and then screw his brains out. But don't make him sorry for it. If you use it in an argument against him, the hole your relationship is in will get much deeper. If you fuck him, fuck him gladly and never bring it up again unless it's something nice you want to say." "You're saying I should just be his whore then?" Dawn was defensive. "Just fuck him whenever he feels the need?" "I assumed that you like sex. If you're against sex then I don't know what you should do. But if you are willing to go screw some stranger you should be willing to have sex with your husband. Your definition of a whore is backwards Dawn. Do you like sex?" The mood in the room calmed down again where it was quiet again. "Yes." "Do you think about it very often?" I asked. "Yes. Sometimes." "Do you act on it?" Dawn looked at me and then away. "What do you mean 'act on it?" "Act on it. Do you go tell Tony you want to have sex or dress up and try to entice him to make a move on you?" Dawn shook her head. "No, not really." "Do you satisfy yourself?" "Sometimes." Dawn said. "Not too often though." "What, do you have some toys or do you just do it yourself?" Dawn was painfully uncomfortable and hesitated before answering. "I have a few things." Dawn finally admitted. "I just have to be careful so Tony doesn't find them or find out." "Why is that?" I asked. "I don't know, he'd make it dirty or something." "You have never let Tony see you use those things?" "Oh geeze, are you kidding?" Dawn recoiled. "No way!" "Have you ever let Tony just watch you, you know, lying on the bed naked or anything like that?" I was convinced that that nearly mortified Dawn. "No way! Why would I do that? What, act like those sluts he looks like on the internet?" "Absolutely!" I said as if she finally got it. "You're kidding right?" "No Dawn. This is it. You want the secret and this is it but you're saying no way. Dawn, this is it." "Okay. So you and Nick came to an understanding. What was the first thing you did?" "I had sex with him." "And?" Dawn asked. "And it wasn't good. I had pushed him away for so long that he didn't trust my motives. He thought that I was doing it for some other reason. That was when I realized what I had done. Part of it anyway." "So what, you just kept screwing him until he became comfortable again?" Dawn said with mild sarcasm. I ignored the jab. "No. No matter how much we did it, that didn't go away. He no longer trusted me. Actually in fact, his mistrust grew and he soon didn't want sex. It didn't matter how much I tried to entice him, he just didn't care anymore. His mistrust soon outweighed the desire to have sex. Dawn was listening now. "You're saying that even if you stripped naked and laid it all out for him, he wouldn't do it?" "That's what I'm saying Dawn. I did that very thing too. I dressed up in all kinds of outfits from sexy to trashy and everything in between. I looked at the pictures of women he downloaded from the internet and dressed and posed and acted like them and he didn't respond. And you know what Dawn?" "What?" "I knew at that very moment, I felt exactly like he had all of those years and it hurt. Being rejected like that was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. The worst thing about it was that he wasn't doing it to hurt me like I had with him. I intentionally hurt him like that. Nick was just scared." Dawn waited and then asked with a voice of concern. "So what did you do?" "I had to put up or shut up. I had to show him that I trusted him. I gave him a computer full of nude pictures of me to look at whenever he wanted to." "You what?" Dawn said staggered. "How did you know he wouldn't show them to anyone!?" "I didn't. I didn't even consider it. After what I had done to him over the years if that made him feel better so be it. But I really didn't think about it. They were his to do with as he chose." "And that changed things?" "A little. The first change was when I accidentally caught him looking at them and he was getting ready to masturbate. His dick was out of his pants. He tried to cover himself quickly when I walked in but he knew I saw him. He looked so defeated. He just closed his eyes and sighed and then said 'I'm sorry.' I didn't know what he had on his computer. It could have been an internet girl for all I knew, I didn't really care..." "...I said 'it's okay Nick, I'm sorry, I should have knocked first.' Nick just shook his head and started zipping up. I didn't want to leave him humiliated so I said 'no don't do that please. I want you to. I want to see you.'" Dawn was taken aback but she was listening to every word so I continued. "I went to him and pulled his pants back apart and told him to go ahead. I didn't say it but I was going to be a part of his sex life even if it was part of a fantasy. I lowered myself to the floor with my face in his lap and sucked him..." I lifted up and said 'You don't have to be quiet. Tell her what you're thinking.' He didn't say anything. I knew that I was pushing him over some ledge and at the time that's what I was trying to do. I wanted to get him to break out of the place he was in and trust me. I was in his world now..." "'Do you want to fuck her Nick?' I asked stroking his dick. He didn't say anything. 'Do you want to fuck her Nick?' I asked more forcefully. 'Yes.' He said yes and I started sucking him and jacking him off slowly. 'Tell her you want to fuck her Nick, tell her.' I said in the same tone. He did. Nick started to voice what was hidden in his head. I said 'tell her how it is Nick, tell her exactly what your thinking.' I heard him stammer and sigh so I said it again..." "Tell her what you're thinking Nick. It was after all of this that I noticed another big change in our relationship." "What did he say?" Dawn burst out. "The first thing that came out of his mouth was 'You fucking bitch!'" I smiled at Dawn to reassure her because she was instantly shocked. "He said 'you fucking bitch spread your legs and show me your pussy.' I was sucking him and stroking. I could feel his cock get harder and harder as he continued until it was hot... I mean his cock was burning and throbbing in my hand and mouth. It was intense..." After that he just started talking. He said 'open your pussy and show it to me, yea, I'm gonna suck your tits while you finger your pussy you bitch. Yea, I'm gonna finger your pussy now and show you how it's done. Mmmm, how about three fingers in your wet cunt. I'm gonna lick every drop of come off of your pussy and my fingers..." "...Lay back and spread your legs so I can eat your pussy, Yea. Oh fuck, I'd lick every inch of your pussy you bitch, I'd suck your pussy dry. Yea, get your legs apart and finger it while I eat it. Suck my throbbing cock you bitch. Yea, you'd suck it and suck it while I eat your pussy. ' He made some noise and then just said 'bend over bitch. I wanna fuck your pussy, yea, I wanna fuck it with my cock, I'll fuck you and fuck you and fuck you.'..." "When he started saying that I really started sucking him and jacking him off fast. Finally I felt a little warm come on my tongue and then his body tightened and he released totally. His come fired into my throat. He just kept coming and coming..." "I had never swallowed and always swore that I never would, I had told him that before too, but that day in front of that computer I swallowed every bit of it. And I guarantee you that it was a lot and it wasn't that bad. I was actually very wet while this was going on. It sounds really weird now but it wasn't. I got to see first hand what kind of energy and even anger was inside of my husband." "So what happened?" Dawn asked. "I raised my head and thanked him for letting me be a part of it. His face was red and his eyes were getting moist. I think he was embarrassed and scared and relieved. I looked at the computer screen and the pictures of me were flashing in order in a slide show. He didn't make it that long but when I looked up there were pictures of me with a dildo on the screen, some of the pictures I had him take..." "...I told him that if he ever wanted to do that again to just let me know. I said 'If you want to do that for real just tell me when, I'll suck your cock, finger my pussy, whatever you want to do." With that I kissed him on the head and left." "You have got to be kidding, no way!" "Yes way." I smiled. It took a while but we have a lot of fun now. That's why I asked if you ever used your toys while Tony watched. Sometimes I'll start using mine hoping that Nick will catch me. He stripped once and just watched. I'm sitting there just pleasing myself and looking at his hard body five feet away. He started masturbating using my come for lubricant. I know it sounds gross but it was amazing. Every time he wiped the come from my pussy and rubbed it into his shaft my head swam. I just kept getting more and more turned on. I wanted more and more..." "...I have two toys. One smaller one that I use on my clit and another that's pretty big. I had the bigger one inside of me. The nubs and ribs were touching all over...deep. I held it and picked up the smaller one. Nick picked up the lube and squirted it onto it. He knew that I was gong to work my clit or try to slide it in with the other one. I had done that before..." "...I turned it on with my thumb and put it down with the other inside of me and then lowered it. I slid it into my other hole. Had Nick and I not have gone through this I would've never done that. I had always thought about it. The thought turned me on but I wouldn't have done it. My whole body lit up and jerked and I came, no I ejaculated. When I did that, Nick began stroking his hard penis and shot hot come all over my body. I almost fell out of my chair." Dawn just looked blankly at me. I really couldn't tell if she was disgusted, offended or anything, good or bad. "What are you thinking?" I said more than a little concerned. Dawn just shook her head slowly. "I don't know. I'm turned on. I want what you have but I don't know. I'm not that comfortable with my body. I don't think I could do that." "Sure you can." I told her. "That's part of the turn on is being so open and uncovered and having someone watch you doing what we're taught we shouldn't do or that we should hide." I had said it a little fast but was excited that Dawn was opening herself so I added "If that makes any sense." I allowed myself a small embarrassed laugh. "Doesn't it put your marriage into a different perspective though Dawn?" Dawn just nodded her head but then she shook it. "It's not that easy Vicky." Loving Wives "Why not?" I asked. "Because it's not." "You just said that you were turned on by my story didn't you?" "Yes." This was one of those times that something in the back of your mind, one of those 'it would never ever happen but if it did...' kind of things. Like I said before, Dawn and I have been friends for years. We both think that the other is beautiful and think that we are only average but those little exchanges of compliments have taken place over the years none the less. I have always found Dawn attractive and even though it is just a fleeting thought brushing through my mind on a few occasions, I have wondered what it would be like to be with her. This was one of those times that those fleeting thoughts were now at the forefront of my mind and I wanted to act on it. Nick and I have had pillow talk and I actually told him about this. He said that as long as he got to either watch or that I told him about it (and answered all of his questions) he wouldn't mind. So I decided to jump. "Show me how turned on you are Dawn." I said. "I want to see." "I don't understand." She said. Honestly not knowing where I was going. "The whole thing is to let go. I want you to see how turned on I am because I get even more turned on when I do." Dawn bit at her lip. "Are you turned on Dawn? The story of me, the story of Nick? Did that turn you on?" "Yes." "It turned me on to tell it." "So what do you think about it? Are you repulsed?" That one got Dawn to smile. "No. I just can't imagine being there in that place dong that with someone." "But you would like to?" I asked. "Yes." Like I said. I jumped. I stood up from the couch and began unbuttoning my shirt. Dawn didn't say a word. I unbuttoned my shirt as if it were Nick watching. When I had it unbuttoned I pulled the shirt from my pants where it was tucked in and slid it from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them open enough to reveal my lacy panties. It's hard to take off a bra and be sexy about it so I thought I would see if Dawn would unsnap it for me. Facing her, I slid the straps from my shoulders and then turned around and lowered myself in front of her. I felt Dawn's soft fingers on my back and then my bra was loose. I pulled it off and dropped it to the floor before standing. As I stood I slid my jeans to the floor and stepped out of them and then turned to face Dawn. I extended my hand to Dawn and she stood. We never said anything. I brushed her hair from her face and then drew her head to me and kissed her lips. Dawn's arms were at her sides. I took one and raised her hand to my bare breast. "Will you undress me?" She said with a shaky voice "Yes." I whispered back. "I want to undress you." I began with Dawn's shirt and then her bra. I nibbled at her nipple and sucked it into my mouth after her breasts were uncovered. While I sucked at her breasts I pulled open her pants and slid them over her butt. I pulled her panties down with them. I lowered myself to the floor and slid them from her feet. "You have a beautiful body Dawn." I said stepping forward to kiss her again but this time I lowered my hand to her thighs and pressed my fingers against her wet body. I lowered my head to her chest and began sucking her nipples again. Her wet body was throbbing and offered no resistance to my fingers sliding inside of her. Her shaky sigh announced my penetration. Dawn's legs buckled and we let ourselves slide to the floor. Dawn came to rest on her back with me above her. "I want to look at you." I said. "Can I look at you?" Dawn didn't say anything but didn't object either when I lifted myself from her and sat on the floor. "You have a beautiful body Dawn. Will you show me all of you?" Dawn pulled her legs apart and closed her eyes. I had never seen another woman this way before. My own body was throbbing and wet. "Show me?" I said again just above a whisper. Dawn's fingers found her wet opening and touched it. She gently rubbed over the top of herself and then let her fingers slide inside. I could hear the wet noises her body was making from the movement. Finally Dawn's fingers slid out and she used the fingers of each hand to draw her body open so that I could see inside of her. That deep glistening pink body was incredible. I moved myself up to the glass coffee table that Dawn was next to. Sitting on the edge, I drew my legs apart and opened my body for her using my fingers. I caressed and massaged my own wet opening, sliding my fingers deep inside to the soft wet clicking of my flesh and then sliding them out and drawing my body open once again to reveal a looser wetter more sensual body. Dawn never took her eyes off of me but continued penetrating and caressing herself as I did the same. "What are you thinking Dawn?" I asked softly. She let her eyes close and then opened them looking up at my face. "I want to touch you." She finally said I ran my fingertip between my legs and just inside my pussy and back up again. "Here?" I asked. "Yes." Dawn said nodding her head slightly. "Touch me." Dawn sat up and positioned herself facing me but sitting on the floor. She reached out and gently touched my body. I tilted my hips and pulled my legs further apart for her. Dawn's fingers penetrated my body and danced deep inside of me. A soft moan escaped my throat. I couldn't stop my reaction to her touch. Dawn used her other hand to gently rub my clit. She pressed lightly and moved in circles. Her other fingers, two or three slid deep into me, danced and then slid back out before sliding back into me as far as she could possibly reach. The sounds escaping my throat were growing louder no matter how hard I tried to suppress them. I clenched the sides of the table and then my knees trying to control the explosion I could feel building inside of me. Dawn's fingers were plunging in and out of my wet body rapidly while her other fingers pressed harder against my clit and rubbed in eccentric circles. I pulled my legs farther and farther apart. I was fighting a battle to stay sitting up and was losing. I began falling back against the coffee table until I was leaning on my elbows. I sat back up and looked at Dawn. Our eyes met briefly. Hers were intense and passionate, mine were foggy and swirling. I couldn't see straight. Dawn pulled her hands back to support herself on the floor and slid her tongue into my body. The touch of her warm breath and the sensation of her tongue in my body sent me over the edge into an orgasm. Dawn continued licking and probing me with her tongue as the orgasm took me and I fell backward onto the top of the table. I could feel the tightness in my abdomen that preceded ejaculation. Ejaculation was something Nick had shown me. I wasn't aware that a woman could ejaculate until one night we experimented together. I was pleasuring myself with one of my larger toys while he watched. All I remember is feeling the tightness in my abdomen and my whole body tensing. It felt so good I couldn't stop. The next thing I knew I felt warm fluid inside of me and it began leaking between my stretched body and the large toy. I pulled the toy out of me and the fluid followed. "Dawn I'm going to come!" I said warning her. I didn't want to do it on her face. Dawn pulled away and slid her fingers back into me. I was soon gasping and covering Dawn's hand with my warm fluid. That was when things changed. I began to rise up and saw Nick standing on the other side of the room watching. I pulled Dawn to me and kissed her. "Are you turned on?" I asked. I knew that she was. I just didn't know if she was horny horny or nirvana horny. "Yes. Yes I'm turned on. Oh my gosh. This is what you were talking about?" "Yes." I said kissing her again. "Nick is here Dawn. Do you mind if he watches?" Dawn turned and looked at Nick and shook her head before turning back to face me. "No. I don't... I mean. I want him to watch, yes." "Show Nick how sexy you are." Dawn lay back on the floor and spread her legs again. Her eyes stayed closed most of the time while she touched and probed her painfully aroused body and Nick approached to watch. "Isn't she sexy baby." I said looking up at Nick. "She certainly is sweetheart. Do you mind if I watch?" He asked. "I want you to." I said reaching up and tugging at his trousers. I pulled Nicks pants to the floor and he removed his shirt. I couldn't resist sucking his swollen shaft before turning back to Dawn. I went down on Dawn and licked her wet body. Even though I had never done this before I didn't hesitate for a single moment. I wanted to go down on her and taste her pussy. I felt Nick's fingers caress my growing wetness. I noticed it but also didn't. I was too focused on Dawn. I lifted myself from between her legs and slid my fingers into her. I turned to Nick. "Honey, will you get my toys?" "Sure will." He said kissing me on the mouth. He could no doubt taste Dawn when his tongue momentarily encircled mine. She was sweet. I slid my fingers deep into her body and wriggled them inside. I pulled slowly back out and then back inside of her. I was using three fingers and was able to get deep into her body and feel her core. "Nick returned with my 'toys' and lotions. Dawn was loose and wet already. I slid my fingers out of her and separated her body with my fingers for Nick to see. Dawn opened her eyes and looked up at us. "Does that turn you on sweetheart?" I asked Nick. "Her pussy is so pink and beautiful." "Yes it is." Nick said. "My gosh Dawn, you look good enough to eat." "She sure does." I said. I poured the gel along the shaft of the large vibrator and slid it into her body. Dawn sighed and moaned. "Is that good?" I asked as I slowly moved it back and forth. "Uh huh." She whispered. "Slide it in deep please. I want to feel it deep" I slid it in deep and rotated it slightly. Dawn's legs jerked involuntarily. She reached up and tried to hold her legs apart but she kept slipping and falling back. Nick straddled over me and held Dawn's knees apart. Her reflexes were strong enough that I think it took Nick's strength to actually hold her. Dawn's body reacted to the whirring vibrator and I was able to slide it in and out of her a little faster while going deep inside. Dawn's pussy stretched around the ribs and nodes of the toy as it passed in and out and her legs seemed to jerk and strain at each one. I pushed the toy deep inside of her and moved it up and down. It would make contact with her abdomen and then swing down and make contact with the flesh that separated her anus. Dawn began gasping and fighting to stay still. It was a losing battle. "Oh yes!" Dawn cried out. "Mmm yes, yes!" and then an unintelligible moan. Nick said. "Fuck her baby, she likes it. Fuck her." He then directed it at Dawn. "Do you like fucking Dawn?" he asked. Dawn cried out. "Yes! Yes!." "You are so fucking sexy Dawn!" Nick said. "I'd love to fuck you right now, my cock is about to explode. You are so fucking hot!" I slid the vibrator out of Dawn and slid my fingers into her. My hand was covered in her come. "Come down here baby." I said to Nick. Nick stepped over me and knelt next to Dawn and I reached out and rubbed Dawn's come into his cock. "Show us how you want to fuck her baby." Nick rubbed the cream into his body and began stroking his shaft. I slid the shaft back into Dawn's body and went to work on her again. "Look at Nick rubbing your come into his body." I said to Dawn. She turned to see him stroking his shaft two feet away. I began rubbing her clit with my other hand and burying the vibrator into her with the other. "Oh my god!" Dawn cried out. "Keep going!" "Which one?" I asked. "Both! Both of you." Nick began to make his pre-come noises. A deep gut straining and gasping. The noise he made when he was trying to fight off the impending release. All of a sudden Dawn grabbed her knees and forced her legs apart with a deep moaning gasp. Nick cried out and released. Come fired from his throbbing erection over Dawn onto the floor. At that very moment white fluid drained from Dawn's body and I pulled the vibrator out. Dawn ejaculated onto my hand. Her fluid covered her smooth legs and mine. Nick's pulsing cock was squirting. I leaned over and took it into my mouth and sucked. I sucked him while Dawn watched. She could see that I was consuming his pulsing cock and she liked it. Nick let himself drop to the floor after he was finished and laid down at Dawn's feet next to me. "Hey Nick?" Dawn asked in a lazy satisfied voice. "Will you take some pictures of me for Tony?" Nick looked at me and I smiled back. "Sure." He said. It wasn't long before Dawn was getting fucked good and plenty by Tony and she was pushing his limits for once. She loved telling me the stories. I never heard anymore talk about those two separating again, that's for sure. Nick has fucked me several times by thinking about that day. Anytime we talk about it in fact we end up fucking. Loving Wives: My Obsession I've discovered a new genre that I've been reading on the internet: Loving Wives. At first, being married, I thought that the stories would deal with the love and respect that a wife has for her husband and the romance that was involved in their equal union. The stories were hit and miss. A few were romantic, others were on swinging, okay that's not my thing, and then I started to see a trend that disturbed me. Cheating. Cheating wives. Cuckolded husbands. Humiliation. The more I read, the more upset I became. It was like watching an automobile accident, I just couldn't turn away. I became obsessed and read everything, from a wife that has second thoughts and stops before going too far, to a husband watching his partner getting fucked by a group of black men with impossibly large cocks that no white man could ever have. And the husband was turned on! The ones that I dwelled on were the "I came home early..." stories. Normally some schmo who loves his wife and is clueless decides that he hasn't been paying enough attention to his wife the last six months and will surprise her with flowers and coming home early only to discover that...she's FUCKING another man/his best friend/his boss/her co-worker/some dominant big bull black man in their house, in their bedroom, on their marital bed. Oh the shame! Oh the humiliation! Oh the...he must calmly with shaky hands and feet walk back out of his house without them knowing he saw them, and go think about things somewhere. What did he do wrong? How long has this been going on? Is this guy the first? Are his children really his? How can he ever trust her? Then some elaborate plan for revenge and unveiling that the husband knows the truth with some humiliation and embarrassment, normally in front of friends and family and business associates happens. The husband serves the cheater divorce papers, but because he is "above" her, never mind the elaborate scam he pulled over her in planning his revenge, he has the divorce papers state Irreconcilable Differences, instead of Adultery. I would get up from the computer screen after reading these stories and pace back and forth frothing at the mouth at the situation and how I wouldn't stand for ANY of that shit in my own marriage! I've been married ten years. No kids, just the two of us. We both had lives before we met and we both accepted the fact that we wanted to grow old together. It hasn't always been easy. When we got married we had no money, no job prospects and everyone who knew us kept asking us what we were going to do for funds. We didn't care, those things work themselves out: We're In Love! And we were. But guess what? 90% of our fights the first few years were about money. Who spent what, how were we going to invest it, why do we have all this debt, how come one of the bills was paid late? It was tough and a wake up call for both of us that love is not enough to maintain a relationship. We grew together and honestly I could think of no one closer to me than my wife. Now reading all these "loving wives" stories, I began to wonder if I was so holier than thou, better than all those schmucks in the stories who also thought that nothing was wrong with their marriage, until they saw their slut wife pull a train at the ten year high school reunion. We professed out love to each other daily. Sure the sex had dwindled and she never really had a high sex drive to begin with, but we were happy! I just couldn't stop reading those stories and each elaborate plan got more and more complex. I kept yelling at the screen, WTF! Why not just sit down, and COMMMUNICATE! Shit. Tell her what you suspect, tell her that you will not stand for it, and if she is so fucking unhappy, to talk to you as her husband so that the two of you, remember it is a partnership, hello, can work it out, with a shrink if needed. But they never do, do they? It wouldn't be a story, since nothing would happen! Where's the drama in that? I understand that, and I do tend to avoid the romance genre, because it is so predictable and boring. So, as my obsession continued, I began to keep an eye on my wife. I also read self help books about relationships. About attraction, what triggers attraction for a woman, etc. I was adamant that I would never go through any of the pain that these husbands had experienced. I would be vigilant! I noticed that my wife had multiple email accounts one day. She started having a habit of quickly closing browser windows and logging off her email as I entered our shared office. I would inquire as to what she was doing and when she told me nothing, I knew that she was not being entirely truthful. Chat/IM programs were installed on her computer. She would hide those too when I was around. Based on the stories, I knew something was going on. She was communicating with people I didn't know about. The cell phone texting came next. First she would tell me it was a friend who would was asking about getting coffee or something else. A vague and not detailed response but not lying. Then her responses to my curiosity of the buzzing cell phone text message were, "Oh, it's nothing dear." What was going on? We commuted daily together. Her work was a few miles away from mine. So mornings and evenings we would be together. Sometimes in separate rooms, but I made it a habit to be with her and go with her whenever she wanted to go somewhere. She seemed to enjoy my company, and on most occasions as we worked close to each other she would ask me to come have lunch with her. I thought that she loved me, and was devoted to me. I was the most important person in the world to her. She certainly was mine! Sometimes, she would get phone calls. They were from her work mates. I would always ask her who it was. She seemed to have some online friends as well. A few she told me about. They mostly seemed to be men, a few women. I started seeing parallels between the stories of loving wives and my wife. Was she stepping out on me? I was sure that she wasn't. But could she be planning to? There were many times were we wound up not having anything to say to each other. We would look at each other and just be silent. Were we loosing interest? I turned on the romance. I professed my love to her all the time. I did cute things for her and to her! But still the sex life was dormant. I started asking her about her friends. She became defensive and accused me of grilling her. She became guarded and didn't want to tell me everything. That would frustrate me and I would get jealous and mad. She would have to calm me down and tell me that I had nothing to be jealous of. A few times in an argument I would mention to her that if she ever cheated on me, I would fucking throw her ass out. She responded in anger. "I have never cheated on you! And it's not like I haven't had the chance to. Plenty of times I could have had the opportunity!" What was that? Plenty of times? Guys had been hitting and flirting on her? Had she flirted back? What the fuck? This just added fuel to the fire of my obsession. I read more and more and then started doing research on divorce law. I wanted to be prepared. There never was a time where she could have cheated on me, unless she did it during work hours. We were just together all the time. Her work is very important to her, so I doubted that anything was happening there, however... I brought the cheating issue up a few more times and each time we ended up fighting. She cried. "Where is this coming from? What have I done that would make you mistrust me?" I counted off the issues I had, the texts, the email, and the online chats. She just blinked at me. I couldn't loose her. I just couldn't and I wouldn't! I would nip anything in the bud before it even got started! I would be vigilant! She sighed. She got off the bed, and took me into the office. She turned on her computer and logged in. She opened up all of her email and chat logs. She flipped her cell phone open and opened up the history. She sat me down at the computer. "Here. Read it. Go over it. Ask me questions." Her voice was cold. I sat there and scanned it, all of it. The stuff was mundane, girl stuff, friend stuff, stuff that I had repeatedly shown no interest in. In short conversations that I had dissolved myself from, she would discuss with her friends. It was all innocent. I just couldn't even read any hidden subtext that might be there, because there wasn't. "Well?" She asked me. "Are you happy now?" I sheepishly nodded. "Good," she said. "Because I have something to say to you. I will not be accused of being a cheat by you. I am perfectly innocent and it disturbs me that you cannot trust me. I trust you and I don't worry about you cheating. Are you? Do you have a guilty mind? Is that why you are so concerned?" "No, no. Not at all!" I said. "It's just sometimes I worry, that's all." She looked at me with an exasperated expression. I continued. "When you get messages and stuff and then you don't tell me, it looks like you are hiding something from me." She sighed. "Listen to me," she said. "I love you, you idiot, but this has got to stop. We are together all the time. We do everything together and sometimes I need some down time from you. You have been very intense lately and hard to deal with. The subjects you show no interest in means I have to go to my friends to discuss. I wish you would discuss them with me, I wish I could share them with you. You are who I want to be always with. I'm always the one that begs you to come to lunch with me, but you yourself point out that if we see each other too often, we will have nothing to talk about!" I nodded. It made sense but... "But what about the sex? We haven't had any in so long?" "Sex?" She said. "Sex? You want to know why we aren't doing it? It's because you've become a jealous insecure wimp of a husband that doesn't trust me. You want sex with me? Try turning back into the confident trusting man I married! He turned me on. This person you are now...he is not getting into my pants." I was shocked. What had I become? I tried to avoid becoming the men in those stories, the ones that their wives had lost all respect for and I wound up becoming something worse. It was a jolt to my system I dumbly nodded. My feelings were a bit hurt and she could see it on my face. She placed a stroking hand on my thigh and said. "And honey, please change back soon. It's been a long time, and I'm ever so horny!" I laughed, grabbed her and with her yelping in surprise, I took her to bed and ravaged her. So I guess I will put my relationship down to blind luck rather than my skill and studying. I have a wonderful wife that loves me, trusts me and respects me and my job is to make sure that I don't drop the ball...again! Cheers!