Holidays always come with challenges. I have to cater to my Mother-In-Law. She’s sure I’m not good enough for her only child. With nowhere else to be, she’s come to take over, we’ll see about that. — The autumn sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting warm light onto the wooden countertops. It had been a year since I married my husband, a whirlwind romance that blossomed right out of college. His mother’s disdain for me was no secret, and it all boiled down to one reason…

My husband and I have fun together since we married ten years ago, even while I enjoy exploring alone. And my hall pass has no expiration date. — The conference room lights buzzed as we sat bored listening to the instructor leading the team building class we were forced to attend. I sat next to a guy that joined the company a while back. A married man I’d been eyeing for weeks, assessing his need for, shall we…

I went to college to get wild, the nursing school was secondary. I gave it all up for the man I fell for, but soon found out that’s not what he wanted at all. — My husband is currently in fire fighter school and works at a firehouse on the shit shifts. I hooked up with him at the junior college when he was taking fire science and I was a budding nurse. We both have crazy hours, the craziest is his. On call for…

Reclaiming the Golden Age. Peggy never cared about boys until high school and Ben took her off the market so fast, she never spread her wings, at least that what we all thought. — 1974 — The Golden Age, and some regrets? Peggy was in high school at last. She strutted down the hallway feeling very grown up and sophisticated heading from her first class to the next. Little did she know that her next encounter would be all too common as a woman. …

The decision was made in haste, no thought involved. It was just natural as he bent me over and made me a hotwife. Now I can’t imagine what held us back. — First the story…. “Oh god baby, he’s so good?” I asked on all fours in the middle of the bed. “How can this not be the end of us. How can I ever go back?” I said to my husband as he watched his fantasy unfold before his eyes. …

Do I like a man’s eyes? His arms? His Wallet? No, I like a man that’s sure of himself, maybe a little too sure, so much so, I have to call him on it. Give him an impossible task. — “I can make it feel good,” he said. He’d been hanging around all night, talk turned to sex and, of course, he was a legend in his own mind. “You can’t, it’s anal. My husband and I have tried many times, it hurts. There’s no getting over that. …

My husband and I are drinkers, and we love to party. Probably a little too much. He’s not the hottest fuck, but he’s fun. If only I could have both… — The light shining through the window sucked. Why had I left the curtain open? Scratch that, why did I even open the curtain? I never do that. Then I looked around and the place was all white. I’m into browns and black. Where was I? …

My husband wants me to fuck other men. Well, other men he picks. But I can’t work like that. I need a connection. I need to give myself to a man that I care about. — Since my husband has suggested this, I have started to long for this as well. And well, I have started dating and I’m ready. Time to sit my husband down and talk. Well, not sit down exactly. I did it over skype. Since my husband asked me to consider hotwifing…

She agreed to another man, but wanted to meet him alone. Did you really convince her, or did she want this all along and convinced you? Did you get played? — I know we agreed, just a date, just a kiss. but I couldn’t help it. I wanted him so bad, babe. He’s so different from you. Every fiber of his being craves every fiber of mine. A kiss is not enough. His touch sets me on fire and lays me…