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[MfM][Hotwife] My husband has me fuck a stranger in a hotel room – part 2 of 2

Part 1 is here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zbip7r/mfmhotwife_my_husband_has_me_fuck_a_stranger_in_a/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zbip7r/mfmhotwife_my_husband_has_me_fuck_a_stranger_in_a/)

# Wife’s POV

His lips moved against my skin in a slow sensual rhythm, coaxing every nerve ending inside of me to life.

My nipples hardened under the thin fabric of my bra, and moisture pooled between my thighs.

I wanted him so badly, I could barely think straight. The alluring stranger tasted like whiskey and danger, but it was his mouth that was making me forget everything else except for the feel of his tongue stroking mine.

My husband laid forgotten in the furthest recesses of my mind as, for the first time in 11 years, I gave myself to someone other than him. It was frightening how good being appreciated and lusted over by someone else was making me feel.

This man’s touch ignited a fire deep inside me that only he seemed able to quench.

My body burned with desire, and I knew if we didn’t stop soon, we’d end up doing something neither me or my husband would ever be able to forget.

But then again, maybe that was what me and Jackson, both needed right now. Read more »

[MFM][Hotwife] My husband has me fuck a stranger in a hotel room – part 1 of 2

# Husband POV

“You want me to have sex with someone else?” Sadie, my wife, asked.

The question came out as more of a statement than an actual inquiry.

She had been listening to our conversation from the other side of the door while I was telling my best friend about how I fantasized about watching her get nailed by some random guy.

The proverbial elephant in the room, rather, bedroom, could no longer be ignored: she’d just found out what a giant pervert I was.

The unexpectedness of it all took me aback for a second, but then I realized that this was what she wanted to hear, that she had been having similar fantasies, and she just wanted to make sure she’d heard me right.

After all, there she was, calm and willing to talk to me, still. Most other women would’ve probably slapped me and demanded a divorce.

“Yes,” I said simply.

“And you want to watch it happen?”

“Yes.”

We were already planning on having our anniversary sex at a hotel tonight anyway, so if she really wanted to fulfill my fantasy, this was as good a time as any. Read more »

[Hotwife] Calling my husband while another man fucks me

About as gentle as I’d have expected him to, which wasn’t all that gentle, really, my lover pulled me out from underneath his work desk and made me stand before him.

The look in his eyes both worried and excited me. It was a calculating one, like he’d just come up with a devious idea and was trying to decide on how to best execute it.

“Stay,” he ordered me.

As usual, I complied.

My relationship with him was different than what I had with husband, as was the entire point of with. With Archer, I was pampered and loved like I was made of fine china. With my Gordon, my Bull, I could live out my fucktoy fantasies.

Unlike my sweet, caring husband, Gordon was a naturally domineering brute. Now that didn’t mean he didn’t love me, or care for me as a woman, but he didn’t bat an eye when I asked him to rough me up, to treat me like a sex toy, to wrestle every ounce of resistance against his domination out of my body.

Gordon didn’t make love to me.

He fucked me, hard and fast, and he always left me sore and satisfied. Read more »

[Cuckold][Slutwife] Being groped leads to a shocking discovery

I slammed my purse along with the overflowing grocery bag against the kitchen counter.

What was supposed to be me letting out some steam turned into further annoyance, however, since I now had a bag of half-ruined items to deal with as well.

I groaned in impotent frustration, watching as my discounted oranges rolled off the smooth surface before falling onto the hard floor with a squish, revealing the carton of broken eggs and the dented carton of milk inside the bag. Cartons which, of course, were now leaking their contents, slowly but surely, spreading the initial waves of destruction.

“Fuck!” I cursed out, but it wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t anywhere near enough for the shit day I had.

“Fuckity fuck fuck fuck! Argh!!!”

I kicked and slammed at the cabinets like a madwoman before adding another thing on my list of today’s regrets: going up against solid wood in a kickboxing match only hurt my body and my pride.

I was just about to call it quits with being an adult and throw the most childish tantrum ever, surpassing the scene from just now, when my husband, James, called out to me from the living room. Read more »

[Daddy-daughter] Daddy forces me to strip and show him my virgin teen pussy

“How about you give me a little show and take these off for me?” Daddy gestured at the torn clothes that still attempted to cover my teen body. “I wanna see what I got myself here, if you’re worth the trouble of re-educating. Maybe in the end no man would even want you,” he taunted.

Tight-lipped, not wanting to sass him for the “worth the trouble” comment and then land myself into an even bigger mess, I simply shook my head.

I didn’t feel confident in my body at all.

I wasn’t one of those girls who could pass as a porno model, with thousands of Instagram followers and guys lining up to kiss my ass, literally and figuratively. My breasts were on the smaller side and I was naturally thin – so much so, to the point my hip bones protruded and I looked a little elvish.

But I was healthy, despite being so petite.

Desirable, or at least fuckable, well, that was a different thing. I was still a virgin, after all. No guys had ever come knocking on mom’s door to invite me to anything, ever.

“Obedient daughters don’ t say “no”,” he growled. Read more »

[Incest][Daddy/daughter] Spying on my naked teen daughter

I didn’t know what sort of cursed luck I kept having, because I’d stumble upon Missy in compromising situations at least once or twice a day, when she was visiting us.

And I knew that the proper thing a father should do in situations like those would be to turn away, but Missy… Jesus, Missy was such a beautiful girl. I couldn’t believe she was my daughter, she seemed so much better and sweeter and kinder and sexier than both me and her mom put together.

And I had to admit, at least to myself, that while I was Missy’s hero, as she liked to call me, I was still a man. I was a weak man, with a soft spot for beautiful women, in this case my own daughter. I was battling an addiction to her not unlike the one my wife had to her wine. But while I never sought out my vice, I still got drunk on the sight of her, when the opportunity presented itself.

And it had presented itself tonight again. Read more »

[MILF][M/F][Slutwife]

I never knew my mom to be the cheating sort.

Despite being in her late 40s, she was still a bombshell of a woman – tall, with a head full of untamable red curls, mischievous emerald eyes, voluptuous to the point she only wore custom-fitted clothes, my mom was incredibly desirable.

So of course there were plenty of guys, some older, most of them younger, who often tried to hit on her. They’d buy her drinks at bars and restaurants, catcall her from their cars, even construction workers would grab their dicks through their dirty work jeans to show off some damn impressive packages, but mom would always laugh them all off and decline their advances, pointing at the huge rock on her finger. A man had already seen her beauty and her kind soul and decided to claim her as his own and my mom has always been loyal to him. Read more »