Tag: Wife

I wrote a personalized sex novel for my wife that led to multiple hot-and-heavy sex sessions and ultimately ramped up our sex life for months. I wrote it because intimacy had taken a dive; we have kids, and after years of a “quiet bedroom,” not dead, but very quiet, I wanted to find a way to turn her on again. I tried a lot of things, and some of them helped, but nothing ever really seemed to “stick.” Like, we’d have an occasional fun night here and there, but overall, our frequency was in the dump. I like to write, so I had an idea and went to work. I spent nearly two years, nights and weekends, unbeknownst to her, writing her an explicit romance/sex novel about “us,” obviously slightly embellished versions of ourselves and set in a fantastical setting. My wife is an avid reader and has a high-standard for what she’s willing to read, fiction or non-fiction. In other words, a book needs to be good for her to actually read it, so I had my work cut out for me. Now, I’m not a published author by any means, but I’ve studied “story” and have written a number of short stories, etc. and felt confident that I could write something that might have an impact on her. When I finally finished my edits, I was excited and nervous to tell her about it. I didn’t know how she’d react. I didn’t know if she’d even be willing to read it. To my surprise and delight, when I finally told her my secret, she was actually quite excited to read it. Well, at least she acted pleasantly surprised, but I could also tell she wasn’t sure of what to expect. That said, I was still nervous she wouldn’t “get into it” enough to finish it. Boy was I wrong to be worried. Read more »

The holiday had not turned out quite as Stacey imagined. Now almost 10 of the 14 days on Mallorca had gone by. Her husband, Robert, his brother Eric and the in-laws had almost talked more about work here, these days in Spain, than they did in the office of the family business back home. She and Eric’s wife Lea had had most of the responsibility for the children and hardly shared the responsibility as Robert had promised in advance. Robert’s sultry, loud, slightly weird sister, Monica, who always brought weird self-help books as presents at Christmas, had spent most of the holiday partying at night and sleeping during the day. So they hadn’t actually seen much of each other these days. Monica was the only one in the in-laws who did not work in the family business. She had bounced from job to job, first an art gallery, then working selling advertising for a local radio station. Now she had become a co-owner of a catering company and it seemed that she had finally landed.

The best thing about this holiday was definitely the weather and that Stacey could spend the days wearing nothing but a bikini and get some color on her winter-pale body. Read more »