The Daydream

I hear the knock on the door and it makes me jump.
I don’t know why. I knew you were coming, I saw you park your car on the drive. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I had your dick in my mouth before; this is not the first time we’re doing this.

I open the door and step back to let you in. You do and I open my mouth to say ‘hello’ but you bend down and with your hand around my neck you push me against the wall and kiss me. My lips remember yours instantly and I kiss you back, my fingers in your hair.

I feel the cold air on my chest and your other hand on my tits, lifting my top and exposing my nipples. You release my neck and your hand glides down, past my tits, my belly, down still it goes inside my leggings. You stop, surprised. I am not wearing any panties. But it only lasts a fragment of a second. You shove two fingers inside my cunt without warning. I am soaking wet, you slide in effortlessly.

The Pit Stop – part 1 [mmf] [bj] [oral] [sharing] [hotwife] [public bathroom] [threesome]

You notice me watching the two men that are walking in front of us. You see the interest in my eyes, the lust and want and as I move to walk away, to go to the ladies bathroom, you tighten your fingers around mine and drag me with you, in the opposite direction, towards the men’s toilet. We stop in front of the door. “Are you sure?”, you ask me looking into my eyes. I smile and nod. “I need to hear it”, you tell me in a serious tone. “Yes, My Love, I am sure. I want this. I want them”, I answer without hesitation. I am rewarded with your proud smile and then you pull me tight to your chest and kiss me deeply.

I suddenly feel extremely excited. My panties are instantly wet and my pussy is almost pulsating with need.

We enter and you close the door behind you. You stand in front of it while I take a step into the room. Both men are at the sinks, washing their hands. They stop abruptly when they see me. “Hey, this is the men’s…”, one of them starts to say before seeing you standing behind me. Realisation dawns on them almost immediately. There’s still a chance they could be wrong so neither is doing or saying anything.

Sharing her [mmf] [threesome] [bj] [oral] [anal] [sharing]

She’s sat between your legs, her back to your chest. You are both sitting on the sofa, facing the man sitting in the chair across the room. Her legs are open wide and he can, undoubtedly, see a wet patch on the crotch of her pretty little white panties. One of her hands is slowly gliding up and down your thigh, in a seductive caress, while the other is behind her squeezing your thick, hard cock. She is looking straight into his eyes, a come-hither smile on her face. You can see your lust reflected in the other man’s eyes as he is looking at her small tits, covered only by a tiny, lacy, white bra.

You unfasten the bra and let the straps fall down her arms until her tits are bare. You start playing with her nipples, squeezing them between your fingers and pinching them, making her gasp every time. Her head falls back, resting on your shoulder while the hand on your cock is squeezing harder and faster. Her hips start moving imperceptibly, adding to the pleasure of the hand job she’s giving you. You imagine that ass rubbing against the other man’s cock, making it slide between her ass cheeks and your dick twitches in her hand. She giggles, probably guessing where your thoughts went.

The Cave [mf] [oral] [bj] [office fuck]

I call it The Cave. You call it The IT Room. No matter the name, this space is the scene of our mutual fantasy.

This is my version. Enjoy!

The office is suddenly quiet. Too quiet almost. I look away from the computer’s screen and search around me. The space is empty. I look at the clock on the wall. Lunchtime. Well, that explains the silence.

Just like I’ve been doing for the last two months, my eyes are immediately drawn towards The Cave. I am surprised to see the light still on and the door ajar. Without a second thought, I get up from my chair and start walking towards the room.

Once in front of the door, I pause for a moment, listening, just in case you are not alone. Satisfied that it’s safe, I knock on the door and slowly push it open. I don’t make any move to enter, though. I remain standing in the door frame watching your sexy back in that sexy blue shirt you are wearing. How did I not notice until now how fucking hot you are??? You finally turn around and see me standing there, at the door, watching you.

The Hotwife – part 2 [mf] [hotwife] [wife sharing] [sharing] [oral] [dirty talk] [reclaiming fuck]

I can’t hear him, but I know Master is still in the room, watching me. “You have no idea how beautiful you are right now”, he tells me and I can hear the love and pride in his voice. “Go lie on the bed, ass on the edge, legs spread wide”, he commands in his Dom voice that I love so much. I hurry to do as I am told.

“Good girl”, he praises once I am in position. I am able to watch him now. He’s still on his chair, the glass of wine on the table beside him. His trousers are undone now and his cock is out. He wanked while watching me being fucked by another man. It makes me smile. I wish I could have watched him watching me. Master loves nothing more than to share my body with other men and watch them use me and fuck me roughly. I love it too.

He finally raises from the chair and starts walking towards me. I spread my legs as wide as I can. I know what comes next. Another thing that Master loves is to suck another man’s cum out of my cunt. I can think of nothing hornier. I love it when he does that, and I love it, even more, when he shares the cum with me.

The Hotwife – part 1 [mf] [hotwife] [wife sharing] [sharing] [bj] [oral]

“Go to him, darling”, he commands me softly and then he kisses my shoulder tenderly. My lips turn up in a shy smile and I do as I am told, like the good girl that I am. He likes me when I am obedient, and I love it when he praises me for how well behaved I am.

With a last look towards my Master and an approving nod from him, I start walking slowly towards the man sited in the armchair across the room. He is tall, I can see that even if he’s sitting down. Fit body for a 50yo man. The room is shrouded in semi-darkness, but I know from earlier this evening that his hair has only the barest hint of grey in it and his eyes are the greenest of green. He is looking at me intently now, watching me coming to him and I remember how intense his gaze is. That’s the first thing that drew me to him. His amazing, penetrating green eyes.

Unexpected Shower BJ [mf] [bj] [oral]

*Why is it so much light in here*? I ask myself, opening my eyes, confused. Like usual, I am all wrapped up in the bedsheet, laying on my front, spread eagle in the centre of the bed with the pillows scattered all around me. *This is strange* I contemplate, looking around the room. It is a lot brighter than I was expecting. I sleepily turn my head to the bedside table, where my alarm clock is. *Holy shit, fuck! It’s late.*

I jump out of bed and immediately fall on my hands and knees since my feet are tangled in the bedsheet. This proves to be a good thing, in the end. It gives me the opportunity to find probably the only clean t-shirt in the house, under the bed. I take it out, smell it and, content that it still, vaguely, smells of laundry detergent, I put it on in a hurry, not even caring that it’s with the back to the front. I run through the bedroom door and burst through the, slightly open, bathroom door in a hurry to take the fastest shower in human history. I only manage to take one step inside when my feet freeze on the spot.

The Hotwife – part 2 [mf] [hotwife] [wife sharing] [sharing] [oral] [dirty talk] [reclaiming fuck]

I can’t hear him, but I know Master is still in the room, watching me. “You have no idea how beautiful you are right now”, he tells me and I can hear the love and pride in his voice. “Go lie on the bed, ass on the edge, legs spread wide”, he commands in his Dom voice that I love so much. I hurry to do as I am told.

“Good girl”, he praises once I am in position. I am able to watch him now. He’s still on his chair, the glass of wine on the table beside him. His trousers are undone now and his cock is out. He wanked while watching me being fucked by another man. It makes me smile. I wish I could have watched him watching me. Master loves nothing more than to share my body with other men and watch them use me and fuck me roughly. I love it too.

He finally raises from the chair and starts walking towards me. I spread my legs as wide as I can. I know what comes next. Another thing that Master loves is to suck another man’s cum out of my cunt. I can think of nothing hornier. I love it when he does that, and I love it, even more, when he shares the cum with me.

The Hotwife – part 1 [mf] [hotwife] [wife sharing] [sharing] [bj] [oral]

“Go to him, darling”, he commands me softly and then he kisses my shoulder tenderly. My lips turn up in a shy smile and I do as I am told, like the good girl that I am. He likes me when I am obedient, and I love it when he praises me for how well behaved I am.

With a last look towards my Master and an approving nod from him, I start walking slowly towards the man sited in the armchair across the room. He is tall, I can see that even if he’s sitting down. Fit body for a 50yo man. The room is shrouded in semi-darkness, but I know from earlier this evening that his hair has only the barest hint of grey in it and his eyes are the greenest of green. He is looking at me intently now, watching me coming to him and I remember how intense his gaze is. That’s the first thing that drew me to him. His amazing, penetrating green eyes.

unexpected BJ [mf] [bj] [oral]

Why is it so much light in here? I ask myself, opening my eyes, confused. Like usual, I am all wrapped up in the bedsheet, laying on my front, spread eagle in the centre of the bed with the pillows scattered all around me. This is strange I contemplate, looking around the room. It is a lot brighter than I was expecting. I sleepily turn my head to the bedside table, where my alarm clock is. Holy shit, fuck! It’s late.

I jump out of bed and immediately fall on my hands and knees since my feet are tangled in the bedsheet. This proves to be a good thing, in the end. It gives me the opportunity to find probably the only clean t-shirt in the house, under the bed. I take it out, smell it and, content that it still, vaguely, smells of laundry detergent, I put it on in a hurry, not even caring that it’s with the back to the front. I run through the bedroom door and burst through the, slightly open, bathroom door in a hurry to take the fastest shower in human history. I only manage to take one step inside when my feet freeze on the spot.