My Wife Nadia Pt. 10

Twenty-twenty has been quite the whirlwind. Let me tell you all about it. My wife and I decided right after the previous Thanksgiving to do a trial separation. We were working out all of those arrangements and then BAM. March rolls around with a pandemic. It's been a fucking mess to say the least. We still separated and I got my own spot. A tiny one-bedroom apartment. The kids see me as often as they want. Ah, my bad. I'm Calvin Riggins. Forty years old. Peanut butter brown complexion. Two kids. Boy and a girl. Married for ten years. Waiting on divorce decree to be finalized now. Jennifer and I tried to make it work, but we grew apart. I'm a mechanical engineer for an automotive supplier. Look, I don't mean to bore you with my bio. I'm sharing all this for the lead up to the crux of my issue. It was September and the pandemic was in full effect. But the gym had reopened and I committed to myself to start working more regularly at forty. So I was holding fast to th

Blowin' for a promotion Part 3 Pay back. After planning for weeks about how we were going to get McCallister back, we put our pan into motion. On Tuesday afternoon, Lynn called me at work and said, why don't you invite McCallister over for dinner Saturday night, my mom will watch the kids and we can finally nip this in the bud. I went right to McAllister's office and told him 'Hey boss, my wife and I would love to have you over for dinner and a few drinks Saturday night. Think you can make it?" "You and your wife", he belted out. "Yah, I can make it." A big smile came across my face and I began to get as giddy as a schoolboy, because he had no idea what was coming. Here was our plan. On Saturday night Lynn was going to prepare her best dinner and dress overly slutty. When McCallister got there, we were going to serve him he finest brandy and a succulent meal, all while Lynn was going to play the vindictive, money hungry, bitter wife appreciati

Maybe not so much a story as a diary. I've fantasized about being with another guy for a most of my life. As a kid, when I was jerking off I would pretend to fellatte a shampoo bottle or sit on a wadded up piece of toilet paper for the anal stimulation. Later, after I was married, my wife and I played around with a little anal sex and her poking her finger up my butt. The first time she did it I almost passed out but before long I learned to love it, eventually moving up to a 6 inch dildo and occasionally using my own fingers after my wife's arthritis got too bad. Two kids and 20-plus years later my wife surprised me by saying she had found a vibrator she was considering buying because it said it was supposed to work for tightening your kegel muscles, in addition to being fun. It was interesting timing because a few months earlier I pulled out our long unused dildo and found that, as I had long suspected, I could make myself come using just it. She eventually decided against

Finally I screwed up my courage to publish a story. Be kind and helpful with any criticism please. There is no sex in this first chapter. All characters are over 18. _______________________ As a man reaches a certain level of maturity there are certain things that he should have learnt. Chief among them is that when dealing with women there is a time, no matter how tempting it is, no matter how honest the words or logical the argument... he should just shut the fuck up! Gene realised he had no one but himself to blame for the fact that at a quarter after midnight on a Friday night he was walking down the street on his own having been kicked out by the woman who had asked him who he thought had the better figure; her or her (drop dead gorgeous) best friend. Like an idiot he had started with "Well, she IS rather hot!" and it all went downhill from there. Well, further downhill. They had been together for a year but it was hard graft just trying to keep it together. Claire was

I set Fiona gently upon her china-blue down comforter and watched her meld into a semi-fetal position as she sighed out a soft laugh. "I already feel like heaven," she said. I paused, admiring her body. She still wore the green satin panties, although they were now heavily sodden with her vagina's fragrant nectar. My dick throbbed, erect to the point I could feel the tip practically chafing against my abdomen. "Oh," she said. "Poor thing. Guess it hasn't had enough today, huh?" I made a move towards the bathroom. "Where are you going?" "Condoms," I said. "They're in the--" "So you used a condom with Betty?" She giggled. I let my head hang a bit in shame... well, the head atop my shoulders, at any rate. "I'm on the pill," she said. "But it's good to know you're responsible, Boy-o." Boy-o? "Suit up," she said. "Bring extras. Let's plan for a long night, s

Nadia had a conference scheduled out of town over a weekend. It was far enough away that it warranted a hotel stay paid for by the company. Although we'd agreed it would have been a great overnight getaway, I had to stay home with the kids. Nadia had let Matt know that she had a hotel for a night and no one to spend it with. Matt graciously agreed to ride out for the weekend and keep her company. Nadia had neglected to let me know her plan but Matt, as usual, kept me in the loop and asked if I minded. I told him that Nadia hadn't let me know, perhaps needing a little personal time or perhaps she wanted to surprise me with the fact afterwards. Matt agreed to audio record some of the shenanigans. Matt was experiencing another dry spell and was looking forward to the weekend. The weekend arrived and still Nadia hadn't mentioned her plans to share the hotel room. It took all my willpower not to text her during the night to find out what was happening. 7am on Sunday morning I g