Another longer story… as normal, the start of the dirty stuff is marked, but I think the buildup is worth it ;) Kind of a fantasy I’ve had with my wife for a while. Names changed for obv reasons. Hope you enjoy as much as I did writing it…
Author: dd_throwaway_1109
Your ex-girlfriend, the night before her wedding [Long] [Cheating] [Virgin] [Creampie] [Cuckold] [Breeding]
*note: this story alternates between intimacy and pre-intimacy. I have separated the “flashbacks” by three asterisks (***) so you can get to the good stuff if you want it. Enjoy.
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You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You know that you shouldn’t have her hand around your cock while you lean over her, even though she makes it feel just like that summer after high school. Even though she’s wearing the same perfume she used to wear. You could have stopped this a long time ago. Then you wouldn’t be in her honeymoon suite the night before her wedding, getting jerked off by her and kissing her neck, thinking about whether she is still a virgin.
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You could have stopped this a long time ago. You were back in your hometown to celebrate your younger brother’s graduation. Your wife couldn’t make it, since it’s two plane rides away and she has to work long hours at the hospital, and you were saving up vacation days so you could go on that honeymoon she’s been planning for so long. You decided to go for a run, just for old time’s sake, down the trail by her house.
Visiting a fling’s family’s northwoods cabin [creampie]
I got back to my apartment Sunday morning after we shared some pancakes and coffee. I woke up before her but waited in bed while she slept. We talked a little about the show, about what my work was like in Oshkosh, and what her college days had been like. When I arrived, my roommate gave me a hard time. “Ooh, where were you last night?” He said with a grin. “I …met somebody at the show.” I replied. “…Nothing serious. Hey, are we still going out this Friday with the others?” I asked. “Yeah! I think a lot of people are going to go, it should be a blast, bar crawl around Oshkosh.” We chatted for a little longer and I went to go read in my room.
I went in to work on Monday feeling better. More confident. Standing a little taller. I reported to my manager about my projects, and I think he was pleased. “Say, by the way, do you think you can go to North Carolina on Wednesday to Friday?” He asked. “Um, I mean I can, but why?” “Well, the customer needs someone on-site to make sure things are installed.” I agreed. It had been a shared responsibility to travel to NC to support this account, and I’d just have to be out of town, but I would be back Friday night for the bar crawl.
Getting frisky with a girl from the theatre – part 2 [Truth or Dare] [Light bondage] [Girl on top]
We drove over to a grocery called Woodman’s to pick up the ice cream. She’s so giddy about this grocery store, it’s really cute to see. We picked out a chocolate – I wanted vanilla, but she said that was too lame – and we headed back to hers.
We pull in through the garage and carry in the ice cream. On the walls there’s a few handsome pictures of her family, including a few dogs. “Oh! Where are the dogs?” I ask. “They’re with my parents, they’re out of town this weekend” She responds from the other room. The house is quite warm when we get in.
I walk in to the kitchen where she’s already scooping out the ice cream into tiny bowls. “Here’s yours!” She says, handing it to me and brushing her arm against mine as she walks downstairs into the basement. “Someone’s in a hurry” I say, following her.
Getting frisky with a girl I met at the theatre – part 1
(This is a continuation of a story I wrote. The prequel to this was lost. The setting: I have met a cute girl at a musical, and we fooled around a little bit, and now we are trying to figure out what to do next.)
We walked out of the theatre hand in hand. Her shoulder kept brushing up against my arm as we navigated the crowd. Every bump of her skin against me was like a wave that reminded me of what we had “discreetly” done just a few minutes ago. We stepped out of the warm theatre into the cold February night. There was a bit of wind that pierced right through my shirt, making my muscles tense up a bit and I reflexively got closer to her, and she did the same. She said “Bbrr!!” And looked back at me with her big blue eyes. “We should take my car together to get to the ice cream spot!” She said through clenched teeth, trying not to shiver any more.
The tutor: Kyla and Peter
“Game point!” Kyla yelled, tossing the tennis ball in the air, readying her arm for the swing. The bounce of the toss pushed her tennis skirt up to her Spanx line, and the long reach of the serve showed off her toned arms and legs. This double’s tennis match was on game point after nearly an hour of intense volleys, lobs, chase downs, backhands, and net-rushes. She connected with the ball, letting out a primal *ugh* and she ran up to the back of the line, watching the opposing team play the ball. Kyla and her roommate, Jessie, had been challenged to a game by the boys across the hall, Evan and Brady. Jessie and Brady had kind of been a thing starting around thanksgiving break last semester, and Evan had been trying to make moves on Kyla – but none of his moves really… connected. He lacked composure and esteem.