One Last Night
My name is Nana, I'm forty-two years old, and until last night the most reckless thing I'd done in nineteen years of marriage was switch…
Stories in Loving Wives tagged playful and teasing, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 18 to 26 minutes. Writers to know: The Oak Crossing, Field of Orchard and The Wren Season. Readers usually start with “One Last Night” and “Glacier Punch”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
My name is Nana, I'm forty-two years old, and until last night the most reckless thing I'd done in nineteen years of marriage was switch…
Okay so here's how our twelve-hour layover in the middle of Icelandic nowhere started: me complaining.
*This one came from wanting to write something playful and hot without any angsty betrayal, just a wife reminding everyone she's the one.
I was hip deep in muck and misery, shoveling the barn, when I heard Lynette's truck.
The motel room in Lubbock had that particular quiet that only chain hotels can manage, the kind where the air conditioner hums at exactly…
I was twenty-nine years old last July, and I spent one whole afternoon in the back of a bowling alley buffing a pin with a rag.
Forty years.
I've been married two years now, and in that time I've learned one thing about myself that I keep learning over and over: I like to have a…
*This one came from a conversation about how long-married couples sometimes need a new language to talk about desire.
*This one's for everyone who ever wondered what would've happened if you'd said yes to that late-night invitation.
The house is too quiet.
My name is Jessi, I'm thirty-seven years old, and until last Saturday I had never lied to my husband about anything bigger than a dentist…
Okay, so before anything else, you should know I was twenty-nine last October, and my wife Zahra was twenty-six, and we had been married…
Greg kissed me on the cheek that morning the way he always does, quick, dry, already half out the door with his coffee, and I stood in the…
The Drowned Rat smells like spilled beer and forty years of old wood, which is exactly why I like it.