A great place for ideas to spawn

[WordsIntheWyld]

If you want ideas for cheating wife stories, spend an afternoon at a hair salon. Trust me, between the steady hum of hairdryers and the scent of overpriced shampoo, you’ll hear enough scandal to fill a soap opera. Either the women there are gossiping about real-life affairs. Complete with dramatic twists and whispered “bless her heart” condolences, or they’re spinning tales bigger than a fisherman who swears he caught a shark with a paperclip and some dental floss. Either way, you’ll walk out with enough material for a whole series… and maybe some trust issues.

 

[Mittering]

Ooo, a really small obscure hair salon tucked away in a run down portion of a mid sized city or town. Unbeknownst to the world, all the gossip that is chatted about in that hair salon comes true whether it's true or not.

This goes on for years before a curiously smart woman gets suspicious and divines the secret of the salon. She goes about causing all kinds of mischief spreading her own gossip to her own benefit until too many things begin to tip off others outside the community.

 

[grey228]

I wonder if after the COVID lockdowns, TSA, internet, and smartphones if anyone remembers how the world was once.

 

[WordsIntheWyld]

I wonder if after the COVID lockdowns, TSA, internet, and smartphones if anyone remembers how the world was once.

Humans have an almost comical ability to bounce back to what they think is normal, like a rubber band that refuses to stay stretched. No matter how much life yanks them in a new direction—whether it’s a diet, a breakup, or a global catastrophe such as COVID—they eventually snap right back to their old ways. We tell ourselves, This time will be different! only to find ourselves three weeks later, back on the couch, eating pizza, and insisting that next Monday is when the real change begins. It’s both our greatest strength and our biggest weakness—we’re resilient but also hilariously predictable. Even when faced with undeniable change, there’s a little voice inside saying, Yeah, but wouldn’t it be nice if everything just went back to how it was? And before you know it, we’re right back where we started, with a slice of pizza in one hand and a gym membership we’re totally going to use… eventually.

 

[KittyOfSteele]

That's what writers did back in the dark ages when there wasn't a single Wi-Fi network. I do remember one time, last year, I was at my friendly local bakery putting words on paper and then I had to stop because of this couple. I couldn't tell whether divorced or bitter siblings, but the lady screamed and humiliated the man about the following subjects, exactly in this order:

• A property dispute.
• The man cheating on someone.
• Something legal about said property.
• Kids learning from bad example.
• More property disputes.
• Their order arrived, and they acted polite to the waiter, before carrying on with the public display of femdom.
• Man blamed on property damage.
• Apparently the man fucked his mistress in said property.
• The value of the property going down.
• Then they left.

I had a first row seat to the whole thing, as they sat at the table right behind me. What really got me surprised is how they switched on and off from being polite to public humiliation with such flawlessness it makes me think this wasn't their first rodeo, but the subjects discussed makes it less sexy and more of an issue that I'm not quite invested to keep gossiping about. I do feel a bit bad about the waiter, but I also envy him because what else he might have witnessed on the job...

Anyone who writes for LW feel free to do whatever you want with this information.

 

[Reshbod]

The first thing that popped in my mind with this idea was that a modern tradwife goes to the old fashioned style hair salon. She meets with former housewives who reminisce about the old days and what life was like in the day. They talk about seeing the hubby off to work, getting the kids to school then doing house work and preparing for the evening meal. Then they end up watching soaps and starting to feel a little horny. The milk man, door to door salesman or whoever stops by and they end up killing an hour to two together.

Another idea is that she takes a break and goes outside to sit in the sun and read. The young college student next door has returned for a visit and to do laundry. He notices her and watches through the fence. She realizes and slowly teases him a bit until both can't control themselves any longer.

The tradwife hears all this and finds it arousing, to her chagrin. She leaves and tries not to think about it, but the seed has been planted. She starts thinking that she didn't realize that's what housewives did, and if she's going to be on, then...

 

[WordsIntheWyld]

Here is an idea for a story that I might tackle one day:

In the sleepy little town of Sweetwater, where gossip spreads faster than a perm on high heat, a group of hairstylists at Betty’s Curl & Gossip decided to shake things up. Tired of split ends and small tips, they cooked up a brilliant side hustle—an escort service for the nearby city, because, hey, men pay good money for “companionship,” and who better to provide it than a bunch of ladies who already spent their days pretending to care about other people’s problems? Business was booming—until one fateful night when Lisa, the ringleader of this well-coiffed operation, answered a booking request. Strutting into a swanky hotel room, decked out in her best “mystery woman” attire, she nearly swallowed her gum when she locked eyes with the client—her husband, Greg, fresh off a “business trip” and looking way too comfortable with this whole setup. There was a long, awkward silence before Greg stammered, “Honey?! What are you doing here?!” Lisa, never one to miss a beat, crossed her arms and deadpanned, “I should be asking you the same thing, but since you already prepaid… take off your socks, Greg. We’re about to have a very expensive conversation.”

 

[gunhilltrain]

The first thing that popped in my mind with this idea was that a modern tradwife goes to the old fashioned style hair salon. She meets with former housewives who reminisce about the old days and what life was like in the day. They talk about seeing the hubby off to work, getting the kids to school then doing house work and preparing for the evening meal. Then they end up watching soaps and starting to feel a little horny. The milk man, door to door salesman or whoever stops by and they end up killing an hour to two together.

Another idea is that she takes a break and goes outside to sit in the sun and read. The young college student next door has returned for a visit and to do laundry. He notices her and watches through the fence. She realizes and slowly teases him a bit until both can't control themselves any longer.

The tradwife hears all this and finds it arousing, to her chagrin. She leaves and tries not to think about it, but the seed has been planted. She starts thinking that she didn't realize that's what housewives did, and if she's going to be on, then...

I pretty much wrote this scenario already, with the wife as the narrator. It turns out that she and the neighbors' college age son are both kinky in a similar way. There's a little twist at the end when she finds out which school he attends.

https://classic.literotica.com/s/ellie-and-joshs-kinky-adventure

There's another one where the wife goes after her own stepson. She also narrates - it seems more fun that way. (I don't do blood-relative incest.)

https://classic.literotica.com/s/trucker-mom-1

 

[Reshbod]

This would also be a good theme for a period piece. June Cleaver goes for her monthly hair appointment as she regales her fellow customers and staff about her adventures with Eddie Haskell. Perhaps she gives him a special present for his 18th birthday, then various encounters when he returns from college.