Author: janedoepe1234

First submission here: The Estate [1/2] Its a long read but juicy. (MMF)(Cuckold)(FF)(F)(FM)(Cuckquean)(FemDom)

Part One: The Parlor

Chapter One

One evening I opened my husband’s laptop to look up a recipe. I had just entered “Re” when the search bar autopopulated an obscure subreddit for swingers. The url was obvious enough to cause my heart to suddenly drop. Our sex life was as vanilla as it could be. My husband had never hinted at an unfulfilled desire… let alone the suggestion of swinging.

I couldn’t help myself. I clicked through the url and found that this thread was more than just a casual discussion of swinging. Rather, the thread was a sophisticated coordination for an elaborate swingers’ party in a nearby Connecticut suburb known for its affluence. It didn’t take long to find my husband’s comment. His username was anything but creative.

Where my heart had dropped before, it now ached as I read his introduction and his desire to attend stag. I couldn’t bear to read any further and abruptly closed the screen before running off to the sink. Read more »

The Estate: Part III C – The Cottage Concluded [MF][FF][Cuckquean][FemDom][Cum]

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[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/goy94e/the_parlor_fmm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gp42hi/the_parlor_part_ii_interlude/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part Three A](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gpls57/the_estate_part_iii_the_cottage_mfff/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part Three B](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gqqh3w/the_estate_part_iii_the_cottage_continued/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Chapter 11

“Walk away and you will never be liberated.” Katarina said as she calmly closed with me in the courtyard.

“Liberated?” I replied sharply. “You know what I saw when I opened that door?” … “a marionette.” “I didn’t come here to trade one master for another.”

“Look” Katarina explained. “This was necessary. You think a blowjob will absolve you of your guilt? He is holding you back. The fact that you even felt remorse for the other evening shows you are not ready for this lifestyle. Trust me on this.”

The leash tightened. “Who is she.” I inquired.

Katarina explained that she stumbled upon Jessica a few months before she met me. She had come across a Reddit post where the 25 year old confessed that she had not had sex since she was 18 and was looking for guidance.

At 19, Jessica had been nearly raped while a freshman in college. Though she fought off her attacker, she fortified herself for years and struggled with intimacy as a result. Read more »

The Estate: Part III – The Cottage Continued [MF][Cuckold][Cuckquean][FemDom]

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/goy94e/the_parlor_fmm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gp42hi/the_parlor_part_ii_interlude/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part Three A](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gpls57/the_estate_part_iii_the_cottage_mfff/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Chapter Six

My husband, the Roman, remained still on the bed; his cum slowly drying on his toned lower abdomen. When Katarina and I reached the bottom of the staircase, I started to talk with giddy excitement. Katarina quickly placed her index finger to my lips and gestured to the door.

The two of us walked into the Cottage’s courtyard and to a shabby wrought-iron garden table. We sat cater-corner on the set’s teal blue chairs. Neither of us spoke for a good three minutes as we absorbed the afternoon sun.

“I think he enjoyed himself.” Katarina said. “You can stop feeling guilty now.”

“Yes … yes, I think he did.” I replied. “And I’m going to make him pay for that.” I carried on in slight laughter.

I felt eternally grateful for Katarina welcoming me into this world and for arranging this opportunity. On our walk the other day, she had explained to me the lengthy process she normally takes to vet her guests. There were several things she required before a guest could attend one of her events. None of which she had asked of me. Read more »

The Estate: Part III – The Cottage [MF][FF]

Note: Renamed the series from The Parlor to The Estate.

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/goy94e/the_parlor_fmm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gp42hi/the_parlor_part_ii_interlude/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

We were three martinis in by the time Katarina finished explaining her plan and persuading me to go along with it. Her intuition was sharp. She accurately perceived the guilt I felt for taking things too far the other evening.

I had allowed myself to get lost in the pleasure of two strangers, while my husband had been entirely deprived. Katarina’s plan was cunning in that it allowed me to unload the weight of my guilt while not forgetting that it was my husband who stepped out first. We conspired to throw him a bone without letting him off the hook entirely.

Katarina’s plan would not manifest for another two weeks. In the present, however, the three martinis left me in no condition to drive home. Katarina suggested a proper tour was in order and arranged for her driver to take us back to the estate.

In the daylight, I viewed the mansion with a new perspective. The Gatsby-esque intrigue I felt on the night of the ball was replaced with admiration for its peaceful beauty. Entering the grand hall, it was strange to see that natural light had overcome the dim incandescent atmosphere I was familiar with. Read more »

The Parlor – Part II Interlude

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/goy94e/the_parlor_fmm/)

10 Minutes after setting down. I laid on the bed restless, every ounce of energy had been left in the Parlor and my mind could not escape it’s confines. Naked, I rose from the bed and grabbed the mask off the dresser. I reached under the bed and pulled out a velvet shoe box. I carefully placed the mask beside the black stilettos and finally closed the lid on the evening.

My husband arrived home later that morning. Casually, he set his work bag down on the armchair and walked into the bathroom. Through the cracked door, I watched him stare blankly at himself in the mirror. With both hands gripping the corners of the sink, he struggled to make sense of his experience. He wondered why he was singled out. He wondered who was behind the mask.

Morning passed and we found ourselves conversing over the kitchen island. In my unflattering pajamas, I slowly sipped the oversized cup of coffee which I held to my mouth with two hands. A few times I had to use the cup to hide my smirk as my husband lied about his painful conference. Read more »

The Parlor [FMM]

Chapter One

One evening I opened my husband’s laptop to look up a recipe. I had just entered “Re” when the search bar autopopulated an obscure subreddit for swingers. The url was obvious enough to cause my heart to suddenly drop. Our sex life was as vanilla as it could be. My husband had never hinted at an unfulfilled desire… let alone the suggestion of swinging.

I couldn’t help myself. I clicked through the url and found that this thread was more than just a casual discussion of swinging. Rather, the thread was a sophisticated coordination for an elaborate swingers’ party in a nearby Connecticut suburb known for its affluence. It didn’t take long to find my husband’s comment. His username was anything but creative.

Where my heart had dropped before, it now ached as I read his introduction and his desire to attend stag. I couldn’t bear to read any further and abruptly closed the screen before running off to the sink. Read more »

Trans[f]erence

Trans[F]erence

I’ve had a thing for my good friend’s (bestie) husband (hubby); long before they became engaged. That’s why there has always been an air of tension whenever I’m around the two of them. Despite all the temptation, I’ve never crossed the line. Although… I haven’t been afraid to walk right up to it; even in the role of maid of honor.

For example, a few months before the wedding the three of us went out for drinks and I was invited to spend the night, rather than risk driving the rural roads home. The night was mostly platonic except for a brief moment shared between her soon to be hubby and I.

Not long after getting in, I changed into my friends light pajamas and went to brush my teeth. While Bestie was in the kitchen putting away the recycling, hubby was off in the bedroom adjacent to the apartment‘s bathroom.

I passed into the bathroom and noticed the bedroom door was open. When I returned, I couldn’t help but glance in. I stood there for a moment as her hubby stood staring back. He was shirtless in the middle of pulling up his sweatpants. Read more »