Isn't everyone tired of the war between the BtB writers and their fans versus the erotic Loving Wives writers and their fans? Aren't you sick of how toxic it makes Loving Wives for all of us? Hasn't the "fun" of hurling filthy sophomoric insults at me and others become a bit boring? I have a suggestion of how to end the war so that neither side loses face and we can share the Loving Wives category amicably. For me, this all started because I was gang-raped on my first couple stories by comments containing inexplicably personal insults using the foulest language I've ever heard. So, here's my offer:
I will stop reading BtB stories, commenting on them, and reporting them as being in the wrong category because they are non-erotic. I will encourage all other writers of Loving Wives erotica to do the same. Let's make peace.
However, I have some conditions. In return I expect the writers and fans of BtB stories to refrain from insulting me and my stories using foul language. It needs to stop. I ask respected authors and non-anonymous fans of BtB stories to skip this story if you don't like reading about a wife having sex outside her marriage. However I also ask that you have a quick look at the comments at the end. If you find foul language insults and senseless hatred posted by a non-anonymous commenter, I ask that you please reply in the comment thread to that person (and also in private feedback) and tell them to cut it out for the sake of ending the war. I will do the same on your stories.
So this is a test. I will know if the war has ended when I read your comments on the following story.
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The events in this true tale took place during the years I spent working at the massage parlor but, since they don't have anything to do with the massage parlor, I'm not calling it Part 4 of that series. I decided I wanted to have a child and told my husband John that, if we had one, I would quit my job at the massage parlor.
John was initially disappointed because he thought the things I did at the massage parlor were hot. He enjoys having a hot wife. However, he loves children too and it wasn't long before I convinced him we should make a baby. I told him I would stop taking the pill and would stop having extra-marital sex so he could be sure the baby was his. I have never had sex without his knowledge and approval. He trusts me.
John had one final concern about our plan. He said, "You're never able to have an orgasm when we make love. If you don't have sex with other men, you won't ever have any orgasms. That's too much to ask of you. You could always have your lover wear a rubber when he fucks you."
"Oh John," I cried, "that's so wrong and silly on so many counts. First of all I hate feeling a rubber inside me. And just because you can't make me cum by fucking me, doesn't mean I can't have an orgasm. I was reading in Planned Parenthood recently that their statistics show as many as 1 in 3 women have trouble reaching orgasm when having any sort of sex and that as many as 80 percent of women have difficulty with orgasm from vaginal intercourse alone. All it takes is for the woman's lover to be skilled at oral sex. The clitoris is the key to orgasms. Lorraine tells me you have learned superb oral skills lately so as long as you're willing to go down on me and do a good job of it, there's no problem."
"Well, yeah, your friend Loraine taught me a lot. Okay then, if you're sure this is what you want, I'm in."
So I stopped taking the pill and John and I fucked several times a week, trying to get me pregnant. This was hard on Lorraine. She was living with us and had been John's lover for the past year. Now she was getting much less loving from him. I consoled her and told her it was only until I got pregnant and then things would return to normal, with her getting most of John's attention and me having sex with other men with John's approval.
Six months went by and I didn't get pregnant. John decided to go have his sperm tested and he flunked the test. His sperms were not viable. We were both depressed. John asked me if I wanted to go to a sperm bank. I said "No, I want to know who the biological father is and I want to be in love with him."
This gave John pause for thought, the way I put it. He asked, "Would you consider getting pregnant by another man if you loved him?"
"What?" I screamed. "You want me to fall in love with another man?"
John nodded.
"Bad idea," I said. "It would mean the end of our marriage."
John shook his head. "Not neccessarily. I admit it could be risky but I know it's possible to love more than one person. I've been in love with Lorraine for quite a while now but I still love you as much as ever. It's all good as long as it's all out in the open and no one is going behind anyone's back. You know I'm not the jealous type."
"True. I don't know John. I'll need to think this over and we need to talk about it a lot more before going down this path."
"I agree but, just hypothetically, if you were going to fall in love with someone else and have his baby, who would it be?"
I didn't hestitate. I knew in an instant who it would be. I had never had sex with him because I was so attracted to him, on more than just a physical level, and I feared falling in love with him.
"It would be Chuck, hypothetically. He recently divorced Crystal and I've always liked him."
"Really? I didn't know you felt that way about him but okay, Chuck it is for your baby daddy."
I poked him. "Shut up. I haven't agreed to this yet. I really don't want to mess up our marriage."
"Okay, but will you at least think about it?"
"I don't think I will be thinking about anything else in the near future now that you have me considering this bizzare idea."
So I pondered it and had plenty of questions for John: