Authors note: This is a story of loving wives, in other words married women having sex with other people. If you can't handle it or the explicit language I suggest you don't read it and certainly don't send me any nasty e-mails. Not only will you not get a reply, it won't even be read. If you do however which to send me positive critique, I'll be glad to read your personal comments.nnMy hubby and I have a jar for special occasions in our bedroom. In it are little envelops. They each contain a small piece of paper on which we write down our fantasies that we would like to see fulfilled. There are about 10 to 15 suggestions with my hubby's name on the envelop and around the same number of fantasies under my name. We both don't know what the other one wrote down and we promised each other only to open one at a time on a special occasion.nnLast week Thursday it was Bart's turn to pick out a fantasy of mine. What was the occasion? I had my evaluation at work and I'm proud to say I got promoted to Senior systems engineer.nnAnyway, I told Bart the good news on the phone as soon as I was done with my meeting. Of course I reminded him of the fact that he would be choosing one of my fantasies that night. He was already looking forward to that, normally my fantasies please Bart very much as well, as I'm sure you already know .nnI left work half an hour early that day, I was too excited to concentrate on what I was doing anyway.nnI arrived home around 5:15 pm and heard my hubby pull up the drive way not 5 minutes after I arrived.nn"You are home early" he told me.nn"So are you" I replied.nn"Yeah, I couldn't concentrate today, something about getting to know one of your dirty little fantasies I guess .

Doctor Martin Angelo was sitting at his desk in his St. Louis office fuming. He was holding an itemized bill in his hand. It was for the professional services of a local law firm he hired to represent him in a lawsuit. He lost twice. First, his lawsuit failed. Then the bill his attorney sent him was more than outrageous. Plus when he told them he wouldn't pay it, the law firm put a lien against his company and froze his corporate assets at his bank. He found another attorney that told him after examining everything that what they did was all legal and proper and he was stuck.nnHe was an owner of a very small pharmaceutical company. After years of hard work he had discovered a new drug that when marketed should reap him millions of dollars. Before he could submit his drug for FDA testing, one of the big pharmaceutical companies applied for a patent on his formula. This is not uncommon. Doctor Angelo was a tyrant to work for and did not instill loyalty in anyone that worked for him. One of his employees quit and sold the formula and samples to the larger company. Since the former employee did it in Japan, Doctor Angelo found he had no legal leg to stand on.nnDoctor Angelo was going to have to file for bankruptcy and dissolve his company to escape this. It was his only option left. But he fully planned to make that bitch of an attorney pay for his ruination. In spades.

This isn't a true story but I sort of wish it was – know what I mean.nnThis is my story and I still can't believe this happened. I feel something between guilt and exhilaration. nnI was married very young to a slightly order women who met the world to me. My wonderful wife brought with her to the marriage her daughter Chelsea. When we married Chelsea was 7 years old and generally a happy kid. Unfortunately for both of us, Melissa, my wife was taken from us by a drunk driver 5 years after we were married. This sudden loss in both of our lives was devastating to say the least and we both felt abandoned. Chelsea and myself found each other and through love we carried on with our lives. Very soon after the accident, it became very clear Chelsea's biological father didn't want anything to do with her as well and fell off the earth never to be seen again. We were on our own but that was okay.nnAbout a year after Melissa was gone I realized I had became very lonely and decided to date again. Being a man, I told myself I had specific physical needs and wanted to fill them. I brought home a very nice woman named Angela who I knew from work to meet Chelsea after we had been dating for a while. As soon as my daughter saw her she freaked out and became very upset. It was a very bad moment for us and after Angela left the very next day my daughter and myself began counseling so she could deal with her loss. Speaking with the doctor I found because of my wife's sudden death, and the fact her "real" father was a piece of shit she had severe abandonment issues. Based on this I decided to keep Chelsea in counseling and not see anyone for a while – I needed to devote my free time to my sad child. nnAs time went on days turned into month and then into years as I fell out of the dating scene. When my wife was alive and even before she met me she instilled into Chelsea, her body wasn't a dirty thing and was something beautiful for it wasn't something to be ashamed of.

Chapter 03: Say something.nnRead Chapter 2!nnIt was five o'clock in the morning; Faith knew this because the buzzer from the alarm clock was blaring in competition with her cries. She was straddled over David's thighs, her hands running through her hair as she attempted to gain some kind of control of what was happening to her body. They had spent the prior night exploring each other in ways Christopher Columbus never even dreamed about. nn"It's negative five below Celsius!" roared the excited radio personality.nnDavid thrust up into Faith forcefully. She groaned as she ground back down in retaliation against him as hard as she could, matching him thrust for thrust. He was unwilling to let her take the lead and was digging his fingers roughly into her flesh. She leant down, momentarily loosening his grip around her hips, as she pushed against his shoulders trying to hold on. nn"Don't put those boots away," the excited man continued to cry. "It's nothing but snow in the forecast, coming up next in weather after these messages!"nnDavid looked up into Faith's face; it was pinched in a mask of pure pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she rolled on top of him. Her mouth was hanging open as she gasped repeatedly with each thrust, for air. Her breasts continued to sway in front of him, encouraging him to lean up and take a nibble.nn"It's the craziest sale ever!" screamed a new voice. "I've gone completely nuts!