Author: writing-for-her

The Browns [MMFF] [Exhibitionist] [Oral] [Swing]

*Note: I write stories for my wife. This is one of them!*

We finally met the Browns at the pool. That wasn’t their last name, the Browns. We didn’t even know their first names, never did learn what they were, which made it even more surreal reflecting back on everything that happened during that long weekend in Mexico. We had taken to calling them the Browns after seeing them in matching swimsuits, her in a brown two-piece, and he in long brown trunks with a yellow stripe down the side.

“Do you think they did that on purpose?” you asked when we noticed them on the first day we arrived at the resort. We were sitting on a swinging bench amongst the trees waiting for our room to be ready as they headed towards the sound of waves crashing against the beach.

“Probably,” I said, taking a sip of my drink. “I bet they’re on their honeymoon.” They seemed too old to be on their honeymoon though. They appeared to be our age, mid-to-late thirties, both with bodies suggesting they were busy parents back home, wherever that was. She was a little taller than you, a little more curvy, with sandy blonde hair tucked into a ponytail. He was shorter than me, but not by much, and heavier. Not fat, just thick, with shaggy black hair wetly tucked under a Red Sox baseball cap and a short beard to match. Read more »

24 hour sex slave [MF] [hands-free] [blowjob] [exhibitionism]

Preamble: my wife likes it when I write her sexy stories. This time I gave her several themes to choose from, and she chose “24 hour sex slave” – so this is that.

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**Part 1**

You’re lying in bed. Even after all these years, you think to yourself, this bed is so comfortable, You feel like you could sleep all morning. It was already 9 AM — the longest you’d stayed in bed for close to a decade. The kids were gone on a weekend trip to Chicago with their grandparents from Texas which meant you really could sleep all morning if you wanted to. But regardless of how comfortable you were you didn’t want to sleep the day away— you had other plans. You could hear me moving dishes around in the kitchen.

“Alexa, set a timer for 24 hours,” you hear me say from a distance.

“24 hours, starting now.” she replies. Read more »

Date Night [NC][OS][VOY]

I write fantasy stories for my wife and read them to her. This is one of them.

**Date night**

The babysitter showed up early as usual. We said our goodbyes to the kids and hopped in the car. You didn’t know where we were going—I kept it as a surprise as normal—but you figured we’d do the regular drinks and dinner and whatnot. Nothing too exciting, you thought, but always good to get out of the house and away from the kids for a bit.

It was nice outside, so the car windows were open as we drove down Cherokee street towards a bar we had been to before. You were wearing a short, navy blue dress with your hair back and glasses on.

The bar was packed, but we found a booth open in the back.

“I have a little something extra planned for tonight,” I told you as we sat down with our beers. You guessed a few things—dinner at the ramen place down the street, a movie—but I didn’t have either of those in mind. Read more »

I write stories to my wife about her and me. This is one of them. [MC, RP, rape fantasy, toys]

**Date night**

The babysitter showed up early as usual. We said our goodbyes to the kids and hopped in the car. You didn’t know where we were going—I kept it as a surprise as normal—but you figured we’d do the regular drinks and dinner and whatnot. Nothing too exciting, you thought, but always good to get out of the house and away from the kids for a bit.

It was nice outside, so the car windows were open as we drove down Cherokee street towards a bar we had been to before. You were wearing a short, navy blue dress with your hair back and glasses on.

The bar was packed, but we found a booth open in the back.

“I have a little something extra planned for tonight,” I told you as we sat down with our beers. You guessed a few things—dinner at the ramen place down the street, a movie—but I didn’t have either of those in mind.

“Here, take this,” I said, pulling a small box out of my back pocket and sliding it across the table. “Go to the bathroom and open it up.” Read more »