Story Ideas I Want to Read Pretty Bad (But Won't Write)

[PierceDe]

A soldier comes home, he's been away, his wife decides to confess she had sex with a man from out of town he never met and who she barely knew, and that this is the solitary time she ever cheated on him. She opts to tell him out of her own volition, immediately, in-person, full disclosure, alone together to let him decide what he wants to do. He is NOT a cuckold or cheating wife fetishist and he takes it, though not violently, pretty badly... until he's overcome with jealous reclaimer's lust (a feeling he's never had before) and fucks her GREAT!*

*He'd spent so long deployed sexless and anticipating this coming home wife fuck, his pent up libido is amplified to hear her regretfully tell him she cheated.

I've had this fantasy since hearing soldiers talk about how it's like a rite of passage that your wife fucks someone while you're deployed.

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Something about a fit handsome sailor/explorer washing up on an island in the 1500's and being fawned over, fed, washed, inspected, nursed, babied, groped, jealously argued over and eventually fucked by the native island women (Polynesians/Melanesians?). I've had this fantasy since I was a teenager and read about the old exploration era.

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This one I thought of writing myself but decided a woman had better write it if it is..

After sleeping with him, a college girl overhears her longtime crush talking to his bruh badly, rudely, and then mockingly about her appearance. Not just her clothes or style, but her body as he found her when he got her alone and naked. She fixates on it so bad, so hurt, that she falls asleep fully absorbed by his cruel, objectifying words. When she wakes, she doubts herself at first, but it appears to her in the mirror the particular body "imperfection" has been mostly rectified in her sleep. In the coming days she goes on to realize if she focuses on a dissatisfaction with her appearance before she sleeps, she will wake to find it improved much more to her ideal of herself. She goes from being an average looking pretty-enough young woman to in a few weeks a total bombshell. Everybody treats her differently, and her personality changes due to her new reality.

I'm sure I've got more to offer here later. Anyone is free to comment of course and I'd be thrilled to see these in short story form.

 

[Rob_Royale]

Why won't you write them?

 

[PierceDe]

Why won't you write them?

I want to enjoy it as a reader.
But really, I've just finished The Celestial today and I'm about to submit the first chapter in the 34 part prequel to The Type.. Cheater's Anthology, and I'll only be working on that until it's done.

 

[Rob_Royale]

Well keep them in your back pocket. I have a Word doc with 85 ideas written down. Some just a single line, others paragraphs of detail I don't want to forget. If they meant enough for you to write down here, then maybe later on you'll be ready for them.

34 parts? That's wild. I'd never bother with anything that long. It's hard to keep readers interest in anything longer than a handful of chapters. See how the views fall off?

 

[KindredFlame]

The roar of the homecoming crowd at the base faded into the blessed quiet of their shared suburban street. Ethan, still smelling faintly of canvas and sweat despite the shower he’d managed, felt an overwhelming wave of relief wash over him as he unlocked the familiar front door. Sarah stood in the living room, a vision of carefully chosen comfort—a soft cashmere sweater, perfectly styled hair, and a smile that crinkled her eyes just right.

Their reunion was everything he’d dreamed of for months. A crushing hug that squeezed the breath out of him, a long, deep kiss that tasted of home and longing, whispered endearments, and the simple, profound joy of holding her again. They sat on the sofa, his arm around her, her head nestled against his shoulder, sharing quiet stories, the easy rhythm of their life together resuming as if he’d never left. The weariness of deployment began to recede, replaced by the warmth of her presence.

It was after dinner, the dishes silently put away, the soft glow of the living room lamp illuminating the space, that the atmosphere shifted. Sarah pulled away slightly, her hands twisting in her lap. Her gaze, which had been so full of love and relief, now held a tremor of something darker, something profoundly unsettling.

"Ethan," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you."

 

[John_Q_Dough]

The cheating wife apologizes and says she was overcome with lust and couldn’t masturbate her way to staying chaste. The jilted husband invites the platoon over and she pulls a 48 car train.

 

[KindredFlame]

The cheating wife apologizes and says she was overcome with lust and couldn’t masturbate her way to staying chaste. The jilted husband invites the platoon over and she pulls a 48 car train.

So a mega gangbang

 

[PierceDe]

The roar of the homecoming crowd at the base faded into the blessed quiet of their shared suburban street. Ethan, still smelling faintly of canvas and sweat despite the shower he’d managed, felt an overwhelming wave of relief wash over him as he unlocked the familiar front door. Sarah stood in the living room, a vision of carefully chosen comfort—a soft cashmere sweater, perfectly styled hair, and a smile that crinkled her eyes just right.

Their reunion was everything he’d dreamed of for months. A crushing hug that squeezed the breath out of him, a long, deep kiss that tasted of home and longing, whispered endearments, and the simple, profound joy of holding her again. They sat on the sofa, his arm around her, her head nestled against his shoulder, sharing quiet stories, the easy rhythm of their life together resuming as if he’d never left. The weariness of deployment began to recede, replaced by the warmth of her presence.

It was after dinner, the dishes silently put away, the soft glow of the living room lamp illuminating the space, that the atmosphere shifted. Sarah pulled away slightly, her hands twisting in her lap. Her gaze, which had been so full of love and relief, now held a tremor of something darker, something profoundly unsettling.

"Ethan," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you."

KEEP GOING!

"Why? Is there something wrong?" Ethan worried, clueless what it could be; bad news about her family, an illness, had she lost her job, were there bills and debts she hadn't told him about... he braced himself.

She looked away, a tear formed in her eye-turning-pink, and she forced a quick smile, a sniffle.

"Sarah, you're making me a little scared here. What is it?"

 

[KindredFlame]

I have but the forum rules say only a snippet is to be posted here. Do you want SirHugs to put me over his knee and spank my arse?

 

[Statius]

KindredFlame, Pierce... Collaborate. Write it together. That way no one person has to focus all their time on it

 

[PierceDe]

I have but the forum rules say only a snippet is to be posted here. Do you want SirHugs to put me over his knee and spank my arse?

Please link us here when it's posted on Literotica Stories.

 

[sirhugs]

Please link us here when it's posted on Literotica Stories.

which, the spanking?
afraid I don't do videos...

 

[KindredFlame]

which, the spanking?
afraid I don't do videos...

Neither do I. However there is allegedly a vidio out there somewhere of me being hung up by a chain and being used as a punching bag.

 

[sirhugs]

Neither do I. However there is allegedly a vidio out there somewhere of me being hung up by a chain and being used as a punching bag.

mmmmm .... tease

 

[Reenigam]

He is NOT a cuckold or cheating wife fetishist and he takes it, though not

A cuckold is precisely what he is. Consult your dictionary.

 

[PierceDe]

A cuckold is precisely what he is. Consult your dictionary.

My dude I agree with you. A cuckold is originally any man whose wife has copulated with another man, broadly and by the dictionary. But I've had folks here tell me in the erotica genre "cuckold" means willing and even enthusiastic. So what I mean is our returning soldier isn't the fella who wants his wife to cheat on him.

 

[Reenigam]

My dude I agree with you. A cuckold is originally any man whose wife has copulated with another man,. But I've had folks here tell me in the erotica genre "cuckold" means willing and even enthusiastic. So what I mean is our returning soldier isn't the fella who wants his wife to cheat on him.

... unbeknownst to him.

i.e. she has cheated.

The more modern take of the husband knowing is a fetish, pure and simple, in many ways going exactly contrary to the correct meaning of the term. It has nothing to do with female deceit, i.e genuine cheating. The two concepts sit uneasily together and frankly I'm tired with ill-read people being clearly unaware of this extremely basic difference.

 

[KimAwakened]

My dude I agree with you. A cuckold is originally any man whose wife has copulated with another man, broadly and by the dictionary. But I've had folks here tell me in the erotica genre "cuckold" means willing and even enthusiastic. So what I mean is our returning soldier isn't the fella who wants his wife to cheat on him.

That is, at the very least, contentious. A willing, voyeuristic husband is a "wittol", not a cuckold. But then you can't expect the vast majority of people coming onto an erotic literature site to be remotely literate, can you, or even reasonably well-read, as @Reenigam says, so as to enable them to know the actual meanings of the very words they use...?

 

[Auden James]

To my mind, @PierceDe, all three story proposals lack in dramatic impact.

In the "soldier story," what would motivate the wife to confess upfront in the first place? What would be the logic behind "great sex" being the solution to the psychological turmoil of the husband? Presenting this as a necessary "rite of passage," as your note implies, strikes me as remarkably cynical. Do you think that cynism and eroticism work well together?

In the "sailor story," what would hinder the sailor from pursuing the women himself? Why would he have to wait it out for them to debate who gets to fuck him? Presenting this as a sex comedy (South Sea sluts contending over a puritanical hunk) might work, but you gave no indication of wanting to go down this route. Besides that, do you think comedy and eroticism work well together?

In the "sleeping beauty story," how could the premise generate any tension at all? In principle, the college girl could just dream herself into a perfect Mary Sue overnight. Then what? She has already slept with her "longtime crush," so now she makes him jealous by sleeping with all his less desirable friends? To what end? So he gives up all the other college sluts and proposes to her publicly on his knees? Only now he himself has become undesireable to her and she turns him down? This would at least impart the original premise with some tragic vibes, but still the tragedy would mainly strike him (supposedly the antagonist), not her (supposedly the protagonist), so, in the end, she would still be just one more boring Mary Sue! Also, what would be the moral of this tale? Become a "total bombshell" so you can crush your longtime crush?