Author: CuriousBNE

Secretary [MF, power play, boss, cuckold]

The dinner was great, but Kate had a feeling. There was a tension and a gnawing in the back of her mind. What had her husband Steve said? “So sexy” when she asked what he thought of her with another man. Maybe this was the time.

Steve was out for the night; she was a little tipsy and feeling a little reckless. But most of all she was turned on. Between his frank explanations and Camille, her boss’ indiscreet escort descriptions she wanted him bad. She was flattered when her boss Carl had left her the room card, winked and walked to the elevators. His brown eyes had looked unto hers and she had melted. She had watched him walk this way, tight bum wagging like a catwalk model, cheeky grin over his shoulder catching her glance.

Her cheeks burned as she waited for the lift. Between the drinks and her desire, she was flushed. She knew the fluttering tummy feeling meant she was also wet but there was no turning back. She swiped the card and entered the room. He was sat in the white robe, his dark skin smooth beneath. He rose and came to her. She instinctively lay her palms on his chest as he embraced her, consuming her in his arms. She could feel his heart and his cologne intoxicated her before she felt his rising hardness beneath the robe. Again, she instinctively spread her feet, enjoying his bulk against her skirt between her thighs. Read more »

Sensational Part 1 [MF, oral, wordy]

Dark. Quiet. They met in the dark and had to keep quiet. He sensed her before feeling the mattress give as she crossed the bed. The side of his face received her heat, her breath a little ragged. He carefully reached out, hand stroking up her ribs as he took her weight and she lay over him.

Faces together they hungrily kissed, his hand behind her head, hers cupping his cheek. They tentatively breathed through the congress, not wanting to break the spell. She felt his hand descend her back, eliciting a shiver.

She arched as he ascended the slope of her behind, willing him to be able to reach her depths. She could feel his heat beneath them, his resolve firm, pulsing against her already – had he been waiting for her?

Under her he took her by the waist, pushed her upright and slunk between her knees akimbo, wriggling one and then the other shoulder, he needed to taste her, now. She released his face as he sidled lower, not being able to resist planting a firm kiss on her belly button on his way down, the skin softer and warmer. Nose nudging her open, tongue first tracing the left side of her crotch, then the right. Her grasp of his head tightened as she knew where he was heading as he returned to her centre. Read more »

Hallmark [M+F; cheating; hot wife]

Pride. Pride in conquest. Pride in subjugation. That is why I did it and that is why I couldn’t stop doing it. Send him away marked. My hallmark, my brand. May not be permanent but a demonstration of my dominance and his submission to me, for now.

From behind I could see it. Little stepped crescent, like the moon at the crease of his neck and shoulders. A little red and a little raised. I smiled as he bent to retrieve his jocks and pulled them up. His buttocks flexed as he straightened his back. I had stroked those buttocks and could attest to the soft cool skin underlain by firm muscle, fleetingly hard. I marveled watching the muscles clench. The light from the window cast Brett’s body into deep relief. Ridges bright punctuated by dark valleys. I had just run my fingers through those vital shapes brought to life by our urgent coupling. Although I had been sated repeatedly, I felt the return of desire as I watched his arm arc up to rub the mark I had left. Read more »

Burglars [M+F; MM; non/consent]

You try your hands but it’s no use, you’re bound into the leather chair in your room, mouth gagged, dry. Your wife is stretched tight, each limb to a bed post, gagged, sturdy, she’s stopped pulling as you both listen to the men searching your home. She’s dropped her head back and you see the thin fabric of your wife’s panties, sense her vulnerability, disappointed by your body’s stiffening.

They came when you were sleeping, ignored your protests, gagging and securing first you, threatening your wife if you didn’t comply, then her. Something about the way they handled her makes you think this isn’t just a robbery. Why isn’t she in a chair and why were you dragged to the foot of the bed wife’s snatch in your view. Is it a showdown or is there a line of moisture, the fabric a little transparent, pink plump lip, reddish pubic hair peeking out the elastic against pale skin. Your cock is so hard, your boxers barely holding it. When you were struggling the head started cleaving through the slit at the front, you can see it. Read more »

Gloryhole (M+F, gloryhole obviously, shared, stranger)

She loved the idea. She harbored doubts he’d think her dirty for that. But she said “I don’t know” and she’d felt him stiffen. “Give it some thought” he’d grasped his own erection. “Let’s look into it” and his urging had his hand in her hair approaching his hand pumping his cock. She sighed taking him into her mouth. Anonymously taking a stranger’s cock, stroking it, feeling it grow and seeing what happens next. Could I do that? Yes she thought.

First times for anything are daunting so they’d made a plan. Well, he made a plan to ease her way. A two stage plan.

One: they would go there, she’d suck his cock, they’d get out. May be do this a couple of times until they both were use to it.

Two: they would enter together. He would be there for her, moral permission to do this. Only if she felt comfortable. Read more »

Massage Surprise [M+M]

Fingers bit into his shoulder, pain initiated lightening behind his eyelids. She’d booked him the whole hour. The long distance travel built up tension, it had also built up a bit of horny, release free caused by shared accommodation. She said there’d be a surprise and as they knew the spa owners he actually thought she would visit. She was working and he’d returned a day early. This masseuse was working wonders though his strong manipulation soothing. He was rolled over. Attentions started again at the shoulders, arms. “Gary, Gary?” He woke and Helen was here! He smiled and sat up, kissed her.
“I’ve got a nail tech next door, when he’s finished, I’ll come in and…finish, a surprise. Ok?” He was so relaxed he’d agree to anything. Read more »

Hypnosis [M+F, oral, anal, medical, public, victorian, lol ]

So, if there is life after death, how can hypnosis exist, the soul is present, Sir Reg mused patting his paunch and stoking his whiskers. He needed someone beyond reproach to ‘go under’ and return to report. Who though? “Retiring with me Reg?” Eliza startles him. “No dear, got a bit more to do…I’ll only be an hour or so”. If only he could think think of someone.

Marriage didn’t suit Eliza, she climbed the stairs and faced her own familiar decision. Their room to the right or the grooms quarters to the left. Left, easily she had time and she had an aching inclination.

As she raised her hand to knock she was admitted by Karl, the Groom, or Valet was responsible for running the house for the pleasure of the family and Eliza was family. Glancing up the hall he then gently closed the door. Eliza was bent toward shaking her gown off standing to present herself, inside shoes, stockings, knickers, suspenders and belt topped by a fine boned corset. She cupped her breasts up so the puffy nipples protruded over the top. “Hurry, only an hour…”. Karl stepped in, boob in one hand the other behind her neck leaned back, his kiss immediately deep and aggressive. She melted. Read more »

Hotel Hotwife [cuckold shared M+F]

They were traveling. It was the perfect time to try. Doesn’t work out they could stop, forget it. They’d separate in the bar, he’d keep her safe, gave her a key-card. Downed a few Dutch courage and then separately.

She fumbles the key-card in the door, giggling as the lever drops and the heavy door flys open. He men take in the surroundings but follow her lead. “you talked your way up boys, now what?” She says, arms out. She’s a picture in the window light, cheeks and neck a little colored by liquor, eyes glint with mischief.

They quickly disrobe her, the tallest man kissing her neck from behind, arms out as they attend her. Once naked the youngest man, olive skinned and deeply muscled hugs her torso, nuzzling her pink taught nipple as the others pile their clothes off, erections bobbing. Her slender body is dwarfed by his thick arms, biceps bulge. The third man, kneels behind her, rough hands on pale slender hips, his teeth gently nip her buttock. His hands lower, her feet move apart and he kneads the tight firm pale globes eliciting her giggles. She leans into his face. Read more »

Regrets [hotwife MF]

Alone in her room she struggled to get the foil off the tube. Since Gerald had passed she’d given up the house and now she was here with these ‘old’ people, some actually younger than her. A state of mind, grasping life not just existing.

Gerald swept her to the alter in 1970, naive 20, virgin and opened her eyes. Maybe it was the ‘pill’ but they thought they’d discovered sex. Started a thirst for revelation that her husband could sense.

Cheryl smiled remembering that look on Gerald’s face, the heavy member easing her open. The bliss. It wasn’t Gerald’s cock this time.

“What we discussed earlier, this is John” she thrilled at the memory. The images may have paled but the feelings still sent tingles to her fanny. Her husband tenderly took her hand and placed it in John’s, like establishing their ritual.

John immediately began to remove his clothes as agreed, gingerly nudged his dick, willing it to life self consciously. “Let me” Cheryl came closer, eyeing a nodding Gerald.

Engorging in her hand she stroked the heavy testicles, the second penis she’d seen. Longer than Gerald, not as thick. She involuntarily licked her lips. Read more »

Bus Home Run [MF dream]

She smelled before she saw him. And what she saw confirmed his fragrance. Linda was certain he hadn’t shared her bus home before. Most days 5:15 to home. People were more varied in the afternoon. He was young 20s, tall and kind of rangy, not skinny though. His hair was shaved thin on the sides and blonder and long on top.

His shirt was loose, and she glimpsed the sharp curve of his smooth pectoral. She was feeling that flutter, that clenching below. He sat in front and glanced at her, smiled, turned and sat faced away.
Her mind wandered, his arms round her shoulders, kissing her deeply. His height made her crane up, neck exposed, his hand drifting to her bum. She let him possess her. She melted in his arms, muscles firm against her body, under her hands. She rocked her hip sensing then feeling the thickening dick in the loose trousers. He moaned into her mouth. She so needed this. She felt his hand knead her breast, sure her wetness obvious. Read more »