Naughty Wife Flings

We went at it almost like teenagers. His kisses, although subtly romantic, still suggested hunger. So did the way I kissed him back… When Orson’s hands slipped inside my small dress, that’s how I knew he meant real business for the night. And I was game for anything to satisfy both our cravings: I’m an cheating housewife looking for fun and he’s a mature man looking for companionship. An unsatisfied wife can’t really be blamed for seeking love and attention from other men, right? Especially in my case, as I’m one of them lonely wives who can’t stand being taken for granted by their husbands…

When Orson asked me out on a date I was so intrigued by how romantic and straightforward he did it. “You’re one hot woman. I’d love to make you my queen whenever your husband fails to make you happy.” He’s a popular member of this adult dating website where I met him. I only replied to his messages for fun,
and now that he was laying on top of me showering me with kisses and adoring each of my body parts I couldn’t be any more glad I considered the thought of an affair with him.

With each carress Orson made on my skin I knew I made just the right choice of going out with him. And each time he tells me how much he likes me it only made things more exciting. I’ve missed this kind of romance, exactly the type I used to enjoy with my husband. I feel guilty of cheating with another man, of course, but what else can a lonely wife do to satisfy her needs? I miss my husband more than anything else… and let’s just say Orson was at the right time and place when we met.

My love affair with him consisted of heartwarming romance and mind blowing sex. This man looks at me like I was the love of his life and nothing else sweeps me off my feet when it comes to romance. The sex was even better, as we’re both mature persons who knew what adult friends could give each other. He even knew tricks in bed my husband hasn’t tried with me… Almost perfect, if you will look at it. Almost. After my Asian getaway with Orson I promised myself I would never see him again—perhaps I was only looking for a way to satisfy the naughty wife in me, but to be honest about I wasn’t at all prepared to like another man this much… My second Mr. Right? Yeah, right.

I went back home, to my lonely housewife role and to my missing-in-action husband. I still believe he will come around, but for now maybe I should just enjoy what other men have to offer… After all, dating cheating wives turn them on as much as flinging does me.

— Monique

Fine, call me a hipster. I’m just having so much fun meeting flings from all these dating sites and I’m not quitting anytime soon. After that fantastic time with Henry, I lied low a little—until my husband went away to a month-long business to Asia again—then decided to meet my next swing: Orson. He’s American, but they moved to France when he was 11. He came back to the U.S. after his divorce with his wife of 13 years. His profile read: “For fun, and maybe romance…” I wondered…

“So, marriage didn’t work for you, huh?” I asked him after dinner at his suites in some luxurious hotel.

“Yeah, it was a bitch,” his French accent was sexy.

“Don’t you mean ‘her’,” I joked.

“Well yeah, my ex-wife, too,” he laughed.

Men have always been thought of as the first to give up when burdened with too much marital problems. But after a couple of dates with him I began doubting that theory. He was sincere with his words, honest, very gentleman-ly. Naughty on the side, of course, but generally kind. Must be a total bitch, the, I thought of his ex.

“So your husband know you’re at the beach with your girlfriends.”

“Yes.”

“In Miami.”

“Yes.”

“What happens if he finds out you’re in the exact same continent he’s in right now?” Did I mention he’s filthy rich, too?

“Well, either he storms in here and beat you to a pulp or you shut your mouth and start kissing me already,” I took another sip of red wine.

The hotel room was very cozy, and his soft kisses made it much better. He knew I wasn’t planning on anything serious with him and he’s absolutely fine with the spending time with his flinging date looking “for fun.” His question on my husband only added thrill to the experience—that and I was in my favorite red mini dress, feeling so much of a babe than a cheating wife in need.

Orson’s lips went politely from my face to my neck… then gave my cleavage a small kiss. “You’re so beautiful tonight,” he said.

“Just tonight?” I teased, moving my knee to his crotch…

“Always,” he leaned again and this time, his tongue was playing with mine.

— Monique