Author: BlueberryTsunami

I Made My Husband Jealous at a Christmas Party Part 2 [MF]

This is what happened after my husband Nick and I went to the Christmas party. (We had had a fight, so I decided to make him jealous, something I knew would turn him on.)

Then it was time for me to be punished. We’re both big on bondage, and this is always Nick’s go-to when teaching me a lesson.

So when we got home he threw me over his shoulder, marched me to the bedroom and tossed me roughly onto the bed. He grabbed my legs and rolled me over, smacking my ass hard enough to leave a mark. I yelped as pleasure rolled over me. He smacked me again, hard, and I writhed.

Then he yanked me to my feet, and we ripped each other’s clothes off. He groped my pussy, fingering me, and I clung to his neck, moaning. He shoved me back on the bed and had me lay on my stomach. He took my panties from the floor, and used them to tie my wrists to the headboard.

He got behind me, grabbed my hips and pulled my ass up. I clung to the headboard, flattening out my back, and my panties tightened painfully on my wrists. It was a delicious pain, and my pussy was already ready for him. Read more »

I [F] Made My [M] Husband Jealous at a Christmas Party

This happened last year, but the coming holidays made me think of it all over again. My husband Nick and I had been invited to one of his friend’s Christmas parties. We had been arguing that day–the particulars aren’t important, just that he was pissed with me. We barely spoke on the way there.

I decided I was going to see how angry I could make him. I dressed extra slutty that night–wearing a dress so short I couldn’t bend over without flashing everyone, stiletto heels, a Santa hat. And underneath a lacy lingerie set.

We got to the party and went our separate ways. I talked with friends, flirted with the men there. I could feel him watching me while he stood brooding with his friends.

Then a friend and coworker of his, Jason–someone he had to see every day at work–came up to me. Jason was fit, tan-skinned and dark-haired. He was tall enough to look down into my cleavage, and I stepped closer to give him a closer look. I didn’t normally fuck guys without Nick’s permission, but I knew it would drive him crazy if I did. I could already feel the heat of his anger as he watched Jason and I flirt. Read more »

The Time My Husband Ordered Me to Blow His Friend – Part 2 [MMF]

This is a sequel to my story about my husband telling me to blow his friend Ben (sorry I forgot to put a Part 1 on it!)

So after the pool party my husband and I went back to our hotel (we lived a couple hours away and decided to get a hotel instead of drive so far that late at night). Nick was so affectionate, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck. I can never tell which side of him I love best–his controlling, dominating side, or his sweet, loving side. Both never fail to make me hot, though.

I asked him if this meant I was off the hook, and he said, “Definitely not.” He got a drink from the fridge and sat down, watching me change into a thong. I went to slip a tank top on, but he said a sharp no, so I laid down beside him, naked except for the thong, and draping my arms over my head. His eyes raked over my body, and I squirmed beneath his gaze.

He had his phone in his hand, and I could see he was texting someone. After a few seconds he smirked. Read more »

The Time My Husband Ordered Me to Blow His Friend [MF]

So I got a couple requests for a story about my current husband, who’s always been pretty…adventurous. I met him through work, but we (sadly) didn’t get together until after I divorced my first husband. The first time we fucked was just chemical. It was so carnal, and he was rough, controlling. There’s so much more to our relationship, but I’ll leave it with this story about a year after we met!

One of his friends threw a giant pool party. There must have been a hundred people there. The house and pool were huge, with a guest house in the corner. “Nick,” my husband, bought me a black one piece swimsuit, with a V-neck that plunged almost to my navel, and almost exposed my pierced nipples. I had accompanied him to the party with the express order to act like his dirty little trophy wife, and I happily obliged, striding down the patio soaking wet, attracting the looks of all the men nearby. I flirted with a couple of them while I got a drink from the bar, leaning on it so they could watch my breasts nearly slip out of the fabric. Nick loved watching me act slutty. Read more »

Fucked My Cheating Husband’s Friend at the Office [MF]

I really, really enjoyed sharing my first story on here. I have always been pretty wild sexually, and for whatever reason I always seem to find myself in exciting situations. I don’t know if it’s how I look–long brown hair, brown eyes? Or if it’s just a vibe that I give off, but I seem to attract men who just want a good fuck.

Here’s a story from my more wild years. I was only around 25 and in my first marriage with “Larry” (27). Our marriage was basically forced by our parents, and for a long time we pretended to be happy together. I gave the most effort out of the two of us to make things work, until I happened upon his work email. I shouldn’t say “happened”–I totally snooped. He was seeing a girl at the office, on the side.

I of course felt betrayed. I was wasting my youth trying to make a ridiculous man happy, and he was out fucking his work wife. I decided dealing with it the best way was, of course, the bad way–by getting revenge. Read more »

Got Fucked in Front of Friends While Swimming [MF]

So ever since my first time I’ve been kind of slutty, and I’ve had a lot of experiences that would make for good content on here.

When I was a senior in college my best friend and I went to Florida for spring break. Her aunt and uncle had a house right on a river. We get there and it’s me, my best friend and her girlfriend, her cousin and his girlfriend, and her cousin’s friend, “Jay.”

Jay and I instantly had a thing for each other. He was tall, dark-haired, clearly worked out. He was a few years older, and tried giving me shit for it. I gave it right back, and he seemed to like that. Sometimes when he walked behind me he’d touch the small of my back, ever so slightly, and I’d feel this immediate electricity.

I was already planning on sneaking into his room that night, but after some smoking my friend decided we should all go out swimming. So we changed into our bathing suits and went out into the water. It was almost midnight, and the only light was coming from the string lights on the dock, which were pretty dim. Read more »