Impossible Chemistry [M47/F33],[Adultery]

No, not thermodynamics or intermolecular forces though I’m guessing there’s a sub for that, and I wouldn’t have a clue there, either.

An old friend of mine was throwing a surprise birthday party for his wife of 15 years at a pretty fancy bar/restaurant about an hour away from home. I don’t get out much, and I hadn’t seen them in a while so I thought it would be a nice break from my normal routine. You know that routine, maybe too well. Get up, get the family up, make breakfast, hear the panic over lost socks and schoolwork, clean up, go to work, come home, make dinner, clean up again, help with homework, a little tv (maybe), crash and sleep intermittently at best. Sound familiar? Day after day, week after week, month after month. You with me? Okay, great.

When the day of the party arrives, I end up going alone because the wife wasn’t feeling well – which was 100% what I expected to happen (long story I won’t bore you with). Since I was on my own and it was beautiful out, I ended up hopping on my motorcycle. A nice ride adds a little excitement to the day and helps me unwind. Honestly, I was pretty tempted to just keep going, skip the party and find somewhere quiet to just…be. But I thought that’d be rude, so I planned to stay for about an hour then take the long way home.

The Ad [MF][ADULTERY] – Part 3 of 3

Thanks again for the chats/messages of encouragement. Love any and all feedback!

PART 2 is HERE: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ohos5j/the_ad_mfadultery_part_2_of/

“Please” she said in a soft voice “may I have a taste of you?”

I didn’t say anything. I just waited to see what she would do. After two or three seconds she said again “Please? I would like to feel your dick in my mouth. I want to please you.”

Again, I waited. “It’s been so long” she said, softly.

I rose up from the bed and pulled the gauze I had gotten in the lobby from the bedside nightstand, walked to her and stood just behind her. I knelt down and kissed her bare shoulder and the back of her neck. I licked her just between her shoulder blades, slowly, with the tip of my tongue. I pulled her arms behind her back and crossed her wrists. She took a sharp, approving breath and let her head fall to the side. I opened and unwound the wobbly spool of gauze, to a length of about 2 feet, tore it, then wrapped her wrists and tied a loose overhand knot in the fabric. I got back up and returned the gauze to the nightstand, walking back to her – slowly, again, knowing that each passing second – while another second I would lose – was causing her hunger and desire to escalate.

The Ad [MF][ADULTERY] – Part 2 of ?

PART 1 is HERE:

The Ad [MF][ADULTERY] – Part 1 of ? from eroticliterature


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I returned back from my walk, gave the dog his post walk treat, laid back down on the couch and drifted off to sleep. I hadn’t forgotten about my ad, but I did my best to disassociate myself with it. Like I convinced myself that it was just some silly fantasy or game, and I didn’t actually submit it. That did the trick – when you’re in a situation like mine, your fantasies can become pretty damn convincing. I don’t know how well I slept, but I did sleep. At least some, and I know that because I was awakened by a text from James, at around 5 am. “Up for a little fishing? Cousin said they were biting pretty good at dusk. Let’s hit the dawn bite.”

“Yeah man I can do an hour or two – I’ll bring the yaks, see you in 30”

The Ad [MF][ADULTERY] – Part 1 of ?

I am a middle aged man. I have a high libido, and a dead bedroom. Neither of those things are by choice, they just are. I have *one* close friend who I trust enough to be open with. The revelation of my situation sprung out of me on a hunting trip we took about 2 years ago. It started with a joke, then the verbal vomit that poured out of me came from the depths of my soul. He listened patiently, ignoring the fact that you don’t talk when you’re in a tree stand. You just don’t. But I did. And my friend, James, was shocked.

James is several years younger than I am, and physically, a beautiful specimen. I mean like mid 1990’s Brad Pitt. No, that’s not hyperbole, he’s just gorgeous – and I’m straighter than the bubble levels at Home Depot. That has nothing to do with this entry, by the way, just trying to paint the picture as best as I can.

True Story of the best gentleman’s club birthday [MF] and eventually kind of another [F] (continued)

First part is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/obj26t/true_story_of_the_best_gentlemans_club_birthday/

Just after that the song ended, and my dancer led me back to my seat, then Casey handed her more cash and she pointed us to the lap dance room… and that’s when things got even hotter….

Casey led me by the hand to the room, which was devoid of pretty much anything beyond the maroonish curtain, a love seat and a small, square top, sturdy looking table just next to it. The thumping music from the bar was muffled, and the air was a bit cleaner, and it felt just a little easier to breathe. Casey walked me over to the love seat and pushed me down so I was sitting just on the right side next to the table, leaning against the arm. She started to sway to the music, looking at my face to see my reaction, teasing me with her body, but, for some fucking reason, I was frozen again. I wanted to just TAKE her, but I couldn’t move.

True Story of the best gentleman’s club birthday [MF] and eventually kind of another [F]

This is another true story, as best as I can remember.

I am not delusional enough to think anybody reading this has read anything else I’ve posted, or knows anything about me. So, briefly, before I got married and fell into a dead bedroom, I had a pretty strong dom side, which I learned about in my early 20’s. I’m not into that alpha male bullshit, but when I found a woman who was like minded and able bodied, it was a role I was quite comfortable with. And somehow, I was fortunate to have encountered a few. There was the employee who worked for me at the financial firm, the neighbors “girlfriend” and I’ll never forget a second I had with the single mom whose son I worked with at the boys club. In the right situation with the right enthusiastic partner, I am a throat-grabbing, ass-slapping, throw-her around-the-room and use every part of her on every piece of furniture in sight kind of guy.

But this time, friends, I was FROZEN for most of it, and when I wasn’t, I just went into auto-pilot mode. So here we go.

Mrs Perfect Mom [MF][ADULTERY] (Part 3 as requested)

Completely overwhelmed by the support and encouragement for more – so, for those interested,here you go!

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nyc85y/mrs_perfect_mom_mfadultery/
Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nz64po/mrs_perfect_mom_mfadultery_part_2_as_requested/

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I got home on Tuesday night, a little paranoid about how I looked – would I get caught? Did I smell like perfume or have makeup on my shirt? How would I explain my still wet hair? I would need to shower and change, what if there were scratches on my back or legs? I didn’t feel any but I in all fairness I didn’t feel much of anything but euphoria until my headlights hit the garage door. That snapped me back into the real world quickly and at point all I felt was panic. Be cool, I told myself about 3,000 times in under 4 seconds. Fortunately, everybody was asleep. I threw my clothes into the wash and jumped back into the shower for a quick rinse and collapsed on the bed in the guest room, which is where I’d been sleeping for the past several years.

Mrs Perfect Mom [MF][ADULTERY] (Part 2 as requested)

Thanks to a few enthusiastic readers – which I’m still in complete shock about – I decided to finish up with a part 2 of my little saga. As with the first part, this is about as true as I can remember.

Part 1 is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nyc85y/mrs_perfect_mom_mfadultery/

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We spent the next 10 or so minutes talking about nothing, or at least nothing memorable. I can’t speak for her but I was trying to figure out how to talk about what had just happened and what was about to happen, or if it even should. I wanted her to know how badly I wanted it but also how much I knew it shouldn’t be happening, and I was terrified that we’d be seen or that she would tell somebody or that we’d get caught. I do recall telling her that I had never been there – it was a little fancy for my crowd – and she was kind enough to direct me through the handful of turns and to the valet area. Yeah, they have a valet service. I don’t think I’d ever had another human being park my car FOR me.

Mrs Perfect Mom [MF][ADULTERY]

True to the best of my recollection, and who could forget this? ….

Tracy and I had met a few times at the park / playground a few miles from where I lived, and, as it turns out, was viewable from the window from her kitchen. The conversations we had had been fairly shallow – cordial, but not particularly meaningful. It’s not because I didn’t WANT to talk to her, it was more because, well, she was beautiful, elegant, and quite honestly, made me a little nervous. She had that combination of natural beauty and grace that you don’t come across every day, and I was afraid of saying or doing something stupid, so unless she happened to be near me, I didn’t go out of my way to interact.

Her hair was long and brown, and her eyes were deep green, almost like an army uniform. She was petite, maybe just 5 feet and an inch or two, and had lightly tanned skin that smelled a bit like citrus. Even if I was single, there was no way. Just no way. I’m just….well…I’m just me.

So this happened Part 2

…Continued…

I flopped down into the chair, a little sweaty and all I could say was “holy shit.”

But we were nowhere near finished….

She sat on the floor, completely naked, covered in my cum, licking her lips and rubbing her chest.

“Just one second” I told her, hopped up out of the chair and into the bathroom, where I ran a washcloth under the hot water and grabbed her a towel. She smiled, and cleaned herself off – it seemed obvious to me that such a simple gesture was new to her, and she was thankful.

She stood up to throw them back into the bathroom, but before she could take a step, I grabbed her by the shoulder, turned her to me and kissed her again, giving a soft bite to her bottom lip. Her head fell back and I kissed her neck again, this time along the front of her throat, caressing her chest with both of my hands. I pushed her a step backwards, to the desk that was what I assume the “business center” advertised on the hotels website. When the back of her legs hit the desk, I turned her around and pushed down on the top of her back, bending her over the desk, with her face just a few inches from the mirror.