Margaret’s hands were sweaty. She was certain that she’d not try this again. But the rush. Wiping her hand on the napkin she was satisfied her trail was covered. Regular gym night, she avoided Daniel joining her by using a women’s gym. Always a night owl. Freed her at least once a week for this, her outlet. Her husband was none the wiser, nothing to gain from knowing, it would blow their world apart. Made her happier, able to stomach the hum-drum life with a genuine smile, sustainable if she was careful. Oh but how the meetings fired her, shallow animal fucking devoid of anything but her need.
Her date arrived on time at the bar, saw her and waved – lol- 5 years and 10 kg after his profile picture, typical. These thirsty guys were never disappointed, as long as they came. Margaret had to manage a couple of profiles, juggle some handles to keep the stream up. Not all her photos were recent. Ideally she’d like a FWB but they got clingy. She couldn’t have that. He awkwardly placed a hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. She took the wine bottle and two glasses from the bar. “Let’s get a booth” she led him. She shuffled forwards across the bench and she felt his hand on her ass through her skirt.
She didn’t mind, she’d been rev’ing him up all day, boob pic, crotch in panties, peekaboo, he knew what she wanted. She’d told him. In the dim booth he poured wine into the glasses, they sipped and decorously places them on the table. They kissed again, initially tentative, quickly hungry. Their tongues established a rhythm as she felt his hands on her breast. Even before penetrating her heavy lace bra the hand dropped to her crotch. Beneath the table she’d pulled her wide skirt hem to her waist, opened her legs as wide as possible. Unprotected by panties his fingers found her hot and wet and receptive.
She did adored Daniel and she’d wondered why she want to do this. She wasn’t craving love. She didn’t even get fond of the blokes. Daniel was loving, playful and adored her too. She just knew she had to.His fingers were deep in her core, little lapping sounds emanating from under the table, one of her hands in his hair, the other pushing him deeper.She dropped her hand to outline his hardness, finger looking for the zipper. “Get it out” she moaned in his mouth. He withdrew himself “here!?” “Yes” and he quickly complied. Their corner was private but there were people in the bar.
Sitting beside each other she sidles her leg on the seat, leaned forward stoking his cock, tip wet with slick arousal she thumbed around the head. He groaned at her touch and reached over “No” she stopped him “my turn”. Margaret sipped her wine, smiled and leaned forward. Taking the head between her lips, tongue snaking out below. Her mouth descended once and he squealed. She pulled off him “you’ve a car?” He nodded. “Here? Let’s go.” She got out her side of the booth, straightened her skirt and finished her glass while he fussed his erection away, zipping up. Out to the car park – “the big white one, at the back” he said. “The van?!”
Never get in a van, she giggled to herself, unless it’s your idea. The lights flashed as he went to the driver’s door. “What’s in it?” She went to the back. “Nothing, we, ah, move appliances in it”. She pulled open the huge door a tiny light showed a plywood floor and a neat pile of movers blankets. Margaret jumped up laughing. “Join me?” In no time they’d built a divan of sorts and he lay as she mounted him scudding forwards and backwards, her breasts hastily out the top of her bra, grazing on his whiskers. She shuddered approaching climax. He arched and she felt him come, shivering. Fuck, so close, she administered the coup to herself.
“Thanks, I’ve got to go” she stepped over him pulling her skirt straight. He was taken aback arranging pants again, now with visible wet patches. She opened the door, checked her phone -10pm, ok; message from Daniel, shit. “Can we, ah, meet again?” She clicked to the message, “I’ll be in touch, may not be for a while”. This was her code for “No”. Wasn’t the best and he sounded a little lovey-dovey. Daniel’s message “Off to bed, love you?️”. Ok.
After a short drive she was home, emptied her gym gear in the laundry, moistened with a little water from her bottle.
She stripped off and sidled to Daniel’s back, his breath regular and deep. She snaked her arm over his hip, this was his Achille’s heel. He rolled slowly onto his back. She held his cock as it engorged, once limp now thick and hard. She ducked beneath the covers. Drawing him in her mouth she dragged her nails between his nipples and he sighed.Daniel’s hand trailed down her back to her ass, squeezing and then lightly grazing her still raw wet pussy. He pushed her slowly over on her front, kissing behind her ear, cock bobbing against her thigh. “Good workout?”. “Yeah, you know the effect it has on me, can’t sleep.”.
He eased into her wetness, holding her thick hips, over 40 and still the sexiest woman he knows. He drives harder, lifting her hips to open her and allow his hand to strum her clit, she purrs. Her climax is urgent, and repeated. He pulls out and turns her over, his princess. Lifts one leg and drives in again, builds and groans dropping over her, in her, spent.Reaching the bedside table without pulling out he retrieves a wad of tissues, pulls out and wipes her down. “Love you Daniel”“Love you Margaret”He pulls up the covers. He does love her. He knows where she’s been, knows what she does. She’s his princess. END
Author: CuriousBNE
Brother In Law – Hall Pass [MF, cheating, in-law]
It is forbidden, they’d made a commitment, but you hadn’t. Gavin’s hand grazes down your belly and you suck it in to allow his hand to access your need. It’s a tight fit and you loosen the button and zip, wriggle the waistband down your hips. His fingers hone in, soft center yielding through thin panties. Your breath is his cologne.
You thought he was gay. You went to the wedding, “what a waste!” your friends said, taking in his muscular frame and handsome, well-groomed, high-cheeked. His pants! Taught and outlining, just a tease, off limits.
You felt for this hardness now, stopping only so he can slip his jeans down. Clap- the hard cock slapped on his hard stomach, head neatly navel nested. You struggle to both widen your thighs and grasp this cock, admire it up close. His heat was a surprise and his heft jumped in your hand, responding to your touch, even thickening.
It started when you said that you, as a woman, weren’t repelled by boobs. He had said that gender wasn’t so simple. He was mainly into guys. “What about me?” You challenged. “You’re my hall pass”.
Cowboys [MM; voyeur; exhibitionist]
Working in an office with Ben was always hilarious. Gregarious, it was a safe bet that Ben was gay before you knew of his partner Ringer and enjoyed his aftershave lotion and fine dress sense.
He told Mandy that he was worried about Ringer – he had to return to the ranch and bring in some cattle that had strayed during the last muster. Short noticed he couldn’t get hands to ride with him. Ben was going to join Ringer for the weekend but even two was marginal for all but the most placid cattle. “I ride, I’ve moved cows” Mandy joked. “You’re in” he said.
She watches the firelight glisten on the stiff cock. Ringer raises it vertical and lowers his bearded mouth over it, pink tongue protuberant and incongruous in the firelight. Mandy struggles to silently snake her hand down in the sleeping bag, probes her growing desire. Her breathing seems loud.
Wetness clicking as he exposes Ben’s cock, pulls the foreskin back from the angry head, licks it and replaces his mouth. God, Ben is hung for a slight dude. He is tall but slight. Ringer on the other hand is a bear of a man. Stocky ball of muscle, stiff black beard like a woven mat. Polar opposites attract.
Demons [M+F]
The invitation came, you thought it looked neat, you’d written to some private clubs, this must be the welcome from one. Embossed, glossy black. The Uber dropped you at a blank door.
As you approach it opens and you are ushered in, robed, the attendant touches his lips, indicating silence. Down to the basement, must be a playroom, there’s a Jacuzzi and a swing made only of straps.
Attendants sweep you on to a central chaise, gently disrobed and redressed in a cool black silk robe by shirtless attendants, deeply muscled.
You lay back, their hands slip into the robe, one oiling and caressing your decolletage, shoulders and neck. The other takes your knee in one hand the other runs up your thigh. The first man’s hands descend to your breasts, cupping, weighing. The fingers cross your tummy, tickle and you shiver as they find home. Surrounding, again cupping your pubis.
The central finger glides from your entrance, transporting slickness around the labia. You want more when you feel their hands meet at your core. Playing with you, and each other, working now one inside, tentative, the other outside boldly rubbing around your slick clit.
The Office [MF, hotwife, shared]
He could still smell her in his office. Wrong to say her, Mary. The smell was the residue of their union right here. He could feel the ache of want, like a vacuum in his groin.
He’d been working late, considering packing up when he heard the lift. It was only midnight, could be someone leaving. Awaiting the pc to shut down she took him by surprise. “Company?” Wearing a long beige woolen coat he could still peak cleavage at the lapel. The room was filled with her fragrance, part light floral scent part deep musky passion. He sat back in his chair as her knee escaped the opening, bare thigh pale in the stark lighting. Her hand released the front, splendor.
The vision devoid of shadows, the lighting bright almost medical. Mary recognized her reflection in the windows, set a little shimmer as she considered who could be watching. She looked down her body, pale contrasted with the black lingerie. Meh, thighs could be firmer, tummy tauter but she knew the effect she had on him. He fell back in his seat, loosened his tie “let me” and she placed her heeled foot between his legs. As she unbuttoned his collar she watched his eye flick from hers down to her crotch. Her leg up she was aware of her vulnerability as his hand ran up her thigh to her shiver. His forefinger ran over the satin gusset, already damp and hot.
Fantasy Permission [MF]
Jeremy loves Kelly. There is lust, urgent desire but even greater soft compatibility of personalities. This simpatico, and syncing of their characters made their partnership dynamic and enduring.
When Jeremy was with Candice his lovemaking took a darker turn. Gone was the slow succession of foreplay and soft kisses. Candice responded to his pleasure taking with appreciative shrieks and dirty talk.
He would take her head in both hands and kiss her deeply. Candice purred as Jeremy pulled open clothing just enough and arranged her legs where he wished. He held her hands above her head as his other hand roughly massaged her whole vulva – gauging he wetness.
Her face against the rough stucco walls in his house, he tapped her legs apart with his foot and thrust deeply. Leaning forward her whispers “Candice, my sex-toy, what are you?”. She giggles, louder and quieter in time with the hard strokes “Your-sex-toy-ugh”. Her buttocks and lower back shudder with his groins impact. She braced against the wall, her hands under his. Giggles replaced by grunts; the assault unabated.
Captive [M+F; BD; roleplay]
She tried the cuffs, it was hopeless. Nicolette was here until she was rescued or released, escape was not an option. She was used to directing, being in charge and she was adapting to this new reality, to endure, to triumph. She was a CEO and finessing a strategy was what she did. Adapt.
They had come to her before, soon after her abduction, after they had imprisoned her. She had dozed on the cot, belongings gone, tethered. “We have you for who-knows-how-long. The leader ordered her face-up in the table. The other two stripped her roughly. Their rough hands lingered, tweaked cheeks, patted buttocks, hands pinioned above her, rag-doll. Pushed and pulled, powerless. Her body betrayed her, moisture apparent to their touch, smeared, nipple arousal despite the hot cell.
Man either side, they lifted her. Wrists cinched above her head to the table legs. Her feet hung over the end at the knee, when the cord cinched to the table legs her legs drew apart, her body an X. She wasn’t afraid, she was strong and resourceful, and they knew she was valuable unharmed. And she knew that, she drew power from it. And part of her fluttered with the manhandling, the force and the leader, passive but observant and directing. On her back, breasts flat and wide, crotch exposed she warmed, neck was free, she gazed out.