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Nailing my Friend’s Hot Mom [oral, cheating]

I was at the table in the kitchen, stuffing my face with bread sticks to pass the time—crumbs all over my lap, olive oil stains on my shirt; I was a real teenage mess when she walked in. She was a full blown woman, not like my pubescent eighteen year old peers at the time. Dan’s mom was toned legs, bouncy hair, and perky tits that always seemed to be fighting the confines of her bra. Like I said, a real woman — the sort to ruin a man’s life, if he isn’t careful.

She stared at me with her light hazel eyes. “Oh, Addie! Didn’t know we had company.”

“Hey Mrs. P. Hope it’s no trouble,” I said, dipping another bread stick into the garlic infused olive oil before shoving it into my mouth.

“Oh, no trouble at all.” She had just come back from the gym and was in her workout attire: a tight fitting, polyester outfit that left little to the imagination. I could even see the faint outline of her muff, peeking out from between those sculpted thighs. Read more »

A Wild Threesome with Coworkers [Oral, Threesome, Rimjob]

“Hey Tyler, over here!” Says Megan, waving at me with a long, lithe arm. “Come sit with us!” She’s at a table in the corner of the cafeteria, surrounded by a gaggle of attractive female friends, all looking suspiciously innocent.

I make my way toward them, threading through cheap plastic tables packed with buzzing tech workers, who wolf down food as they excitedly debate the most boring software topics in history—arguments about indentation rules and semantically meaningful whitespace. I grin, face gripped by mirth. My lunchtime conversation promises to be much more interesting.

I reach the corner table, heart barely skiping a beat as I slide muscular legs between Megan and her friend Jess. Our thighs rub against each other on the crowded bench. “Ladies,” I say, setting down my tray to unwrap a sandwich.

“Gentleman,” says Megan, dropping her springy voice down to a mock baritone as she puffs out her chest. The pantomime draws a fit of laughter from her peers. “So how’s it going, Tye-Tye?” She leans forward, forearms steepled over her lunch, emboldened.

I smile in spite of myself. “Who’s Tye-Tye?”

“Soooo uptight.” Megan rolls her eyes. “How about Mr T? Can I call you that instead?” Read more »

Blowjob During a Video Conference [blowjob, public, cheating]

Emma peeks up at me from under the arches of her eyebrows, which flow over deep green irises as though drawn by a calligrapher. Such lines as these that dance across her forehead now, mocking me as her pillowy pink lips twist into a smile. “How’s work going?” she says from across the table.

I peer up from my laptop, heart already fluttering as my vision touches on tassels of strawberry-blonde hair. “Good as it can go,” I say, delivering a tight lipped smile. “How bout you?”

She lets out a sigh, tilting to pout with those delectable lips—tart berries in a bed of cream. “It’s going, but I’m soo bored!” Her head falls back, exposing a long neck of porcelain. “Want to make it interesting?”

Butterflies spawn in my stomach, overtaking my body with waves of erotic adrenaline. I know what she wants: for our bodies to meet in scandalous passion again, to bear our vulnerabilities in some secretive corner of the office as we nip and paw at each other, her husband and kids forgotten in streams of sweat and orgasm. The thought terrifies and excites me all at once. Read more »

Sharing with my Wife [threesome, oral, swingers]

Andrea smiles at me over the young woman who sits between us, her puffy lips parted in a smirk as she winks at me. “How about another drink, Becca?” she says, rubbing the girl’s slender back in soft circles.

The girl, probably twenty two, keeps glancing up at me with soft brown eyes—like a helpless puppy hoping for a treat. “Okay, sure,” she says.

“If Becca wants one, I’ll have another,” I say, and she smiles up at me bashfully.

My wife, Andrea, flags the bartender once more. Ever flirtatious, she runs a finger down the man’s arm as she places the order. “Three more mojitos, and close out the tab,” she says.

I watch, smiling to myself as the man visibly reddens, scurrying off to take the order at breakneck speed. There’s a way to ensure proper service.

The bartender soon returns with our order: three silvery mojitos, dripping icy condensation onto the counter. My wife signs the check as I pick up my drink for a sip.

“Wait!” she says, shooing the bill away as she raises her glass. “Let’s make a toast, for the final drink of the night.” Read more »

Sneaky Sex in the Office [cheating, public, oral]

I watch from the corner of my eye as Emma sits at her desk, rubbing coconut oil onto her skin. She starts at the wrist, working her way up the arm with tiny circles until she reaches the strap of her silk tank top. There, she flicks back her strawberry-blonde hair before sliding her hand around her clavicle, letting it dip over her exposed upper chest before stopping just above a breast. The oil leaves her skin glistening in it’s wake, radiant as sunshine.

I clear my throat, hoping to dispel the butterflies that cling to my voice box. “How was your weekend?” I say.

She turns in her chair to face me, “Great!” she says.

Her emerald green eyes dance in their sockets as her gaze meets mine, and I feel a dopey smile creep across my face.

She continues. “I went to the park with Danny and the kids, and then we had a barbecue back at our place with some friends.”

My heart sinks at the mention of Daniel, her husband, but as always, I keep the smile plastered in place. “Cool, cool.” I say.

“How was your weekend?” she says. Read more »

Sex at Yoga Class [Blowjob, Cowgirl, Tantric]

Ellie stares at me through ocean-blue eyes as her full, puffy lips twist in a coy smile. “Guess it’s just you and me today, Addie.” She wiggles on her yoga mat as she gets comfortable, tights emphasizing the feminine curves of her body.

“Guess so,” I say, looking about the empty studio as I try to escape the hypnotic quality of her gaze. Those eyes, like dark opals, glitter with the promise of a lurid secret. My palms are already sweaty.

“What do ya think of the ambiance?” she says, flipping her raven hair and sticking out her chin as she watches me.

“You mean the candles?” I say, pointing to the fluttering electric lights that line the walls. The only source of light, they cast a sultry glow over the dusky room. “They’re nice,” I say with a grunt. The butterflies in my stomach are turning my brain to mush.

“Right? Thought I’d try something different today.” Her voice bubbles with a sing-song quality.

I nod, not sure what else to do. Read more »

Sex on a Motorcycle [Cheating, public]

Meagan stares at me, her deep green eyes sparking as she reads my face, her hand resting on the back seat of my motorcycle with a caressing touch. “Take me for a ride?” she says.

I stare back at her face willfully, trying hard not to glance at her large breasts. “I’d like to, but I don’t have an extra helmet.” I say, turning to start the bike. With the flip of a switch, it roars to life, the angst ridden v-twin rattling the low slung frame in threatening invitation.

“I don’t need a helmet.” She swings a lithe, toned thigh over my bike, skin glistening in the sun from under a mid-length skirt. Her figure is arched and athletic — it’s hard to believe she’s got two kids at home.

“I don’t know.” I say.

“C’mon, just around the block.” She taps the seat in front of me. “It’s been so long since I’ve been on one of these.”

I shrug and finish strapping on my helmet. I did what I could. Her husband probably won’t hunt me down for this, anyway. Read more »