Author: PrimaryBumblebee

I finally fucked my wife in the ass [Anal Fingering] [Oral] [Anal]

Some of you may remember that my wife (F38) [recently confessed](https://www.reddit.com/r/hotpast/comments/yjmq4p/wife_fucked_her_boss_as_an_intern/) that in her early twenties, she fucked her manager. When she mentioned that her boss fucked her in the ass, this drove me insane: this has been one of my biggest fantasies for years!! I (M41) had never dared to talk about anal to her, thinking she’d find me disgusting. As you can imagine, the thought of my wife’s tight hole stretched by her much older boss turned me on like crazy – especially as I had never done it to her!! I had been wanking imagining her moaning as another man pushed his big cock up her virgin ass, as she lay sleeping in bed beside me.

But the more I was thinking about it those past few days (on the way to work, trying to hide a massive boner in the train; or even at work, jerking off in the jacks), the stronger was the feeling that I should finally open up to her, and see if she was up for it. After all, why would have she told me about it the other day, if she was not open to it? She didn’t say “he fucked my ass, it was awful, I’ll never do it again” either, right? So I planned to leave our three young kids with her parents, and take her out to dinner or something, have a few drinks, and try my luck! Read more »

The French Intern

Impossible not to notice her on her first day, as the HR rep was showing her the facilities and introducing her to other staff members. Most of the employees in my IT company were unfortunately male; her appearance was a welcome sudden distraction. She was wearing a light summer dress that was stopping in the middle of her thighs, and as she was walking around, most of us were staring at her divine figure. The new intern was really hot: a curvaceous early twenties redhead with a lovely freckled nose, a magnificent pair of breasts and above all, an amazing round ass wiggling between the desks. The HR guy stopped in front of me, and introduced me:

— This is Mike, he is one of our software dev managers, you will probably work with him for some tasks. Mike, this is Ludivine – she is from France.

Ludivine stretched her hand, and smiled a big smile that raised her already round cheeks.

— Hello, nice to meet you! she said with a strong French accent.
— Hello, I responded, taking her hand. “Enchanté” and welcome!
— Thank you!
— How long will you be with us?
— Two months, the whole summer. I am very pleased to be with you. Read more »

Newly Divorced – Part 2

*This is part 2 of the “Newly Divorced” series; the first part can be found* [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/oztlkl/newly_divorced_part_1/)*. Let me know what you think, hope you enjoy!*

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She lies down on the bed, her arms stretched out in a cross, her skirt pulled up, and her panties stretched between her thighs. Her small ginger patch invites me, I drop to my knees, completely naked, and remove her panties. The magnificent smell of her arousal comes to my nostrils, I cannot resist the invitation: I bend forward and start eating that amazing pussy. She jumps, surprised, but her hands in my hair pulls me closer. I lick her like I probably never did before, first tickling her now sensitive clit, then going over her labia in quick flicks of the tongue. I venture further down, when I suddenly find an unexpected presence: the butt plug! As she was fingering my arse, she must have shoved it up hers! The discovery drives me insane, she never let me play with her arsehole before. I play with the plug a bit, and I can hear her moan with pleasure.

I continue tasting her amazing pussy, as she pulls me forward harder. Read more »

Newly Divorced – Part 1

I look at Julie’s profile, as she is listening intently to the judge. A ray of light makes its way into the judge’s office, hitting her face, turning her red hair into a mass of fire; I cannot help but thinking how stunning she looks. She has dressed for the occasion: a very strict blouse and jacket, and a long pencil skirt, business-like attire – because she does mean business. I feel under-dressed, in my jeans and Nirvana t-shirt. After 14 years of marriage, she still looks amazing. Too bad this has to end this way…

She finally senses that I am staring at her. She slowly turns her head towards me, her light brown eyes shooting daggers. She straightens herself in her chair, and turns back to the judge, who finishes reading the document.

« — Mr. Boisseau, do you agree to the terms? suddenly asks me.
— Uh?
— Do you agree to the terms of the divorce I’ve just read? »

Julie turns towards me again, her face a mask, with the stern attitude of a sphinx ready to pounce on the lost traveller. I see the glimpse of a smile in the corner of her mouth, that she tries to repress. Glad to see I can still make her laugh! Read more »

The Redhead Girl [MF]

In all my stories, she is there. The Redhead girl, with her pale skin, her nose covered with freckles, her round cheeks, her heavy breasts. She is in all these fantasies of mine, as she endures my dirtiest vices, or she dominates me with the harshest strikes, as I grab my dick with frenzy, trying to squeeze out some sticky drops of despair. Those dreams are full of my wildest desires, but also full of *what if*s, those situations where I had always hoped to have gone a little bit crazy, to have *dared*… But I was too shy, too young.

I was young, and so was she; she was my first love, and in a time when I was not completely thinking about sexuality, she dragged me into it by shoving my hand into her knickers, and pushing hers down my pants, around my dick. I took her virginity as she took mine, as Sting was regretting shimmering *Fields of Gold*. She must have got bored with me, she abandoned me a couple of years later, just like she had drawn me into her bed: like the wild fire that she was. Read more »

The Redhead Girl

In all my stories, she is there. The Redhead girl, with her pale skin, her nose covered with freckles, her round cheeks, her heavy breasts. She is in all these fantasies of mine, as she endures my dirtiest vices, or she dominates me with the harshest strikes, as I grab my dick with frenzy, trying to squeeze out some sticky drops of despair. Those dreams are full of my wildest desires, but also full of *what if*s, those situations where I had always hoped to have gone a little bit crazy, to have *dared*… But I was too shy, too young.

I was young, and so was she; she was my first love, and in a time when I was not completely thinking about sexuality, she dragged me into it by shoving my hand into her knickers, and pushing hers down my pants, around my dick. I took her virginity as she took mine, as Sting was regretting shimmering *Fields of Gold*. She must have got bored with me, she abandoned me a couple of years later, just like she had drawn me into her bed: like the wild fire that she was. Read more »

The Purple Swimsuit

The bedroom was cool; the blinds were closed, keeping the room in the shade. It was a hot summer day, and the sun was high in the sky outside, without a cloud in sight. She was standing in front of me: she had put on a purple swimsuit to go to the local beach, which was only a few metres away. In the relative darkness of the room, the freckles on her skin were appearing clearly, like constellations in the night sky. I could not turn my eyes off her heavy breasts outlined by the thin material of her new swimsuit. And then, the thought of my girlfriend, lying down on the beach, with older men staring at her, at her legs, at her arse, at her big breasts, hit me, and turned me on like crazy. All those pervs would look at her drooling, wishing they could have her tight arse. Amused, she could see I was getting really aroused, and she gave me a cheeky smile. She turned around, to show off that one-piece swimsuit she had just bought. Read more »

Anniversary [Pegging]

Taken aback, I finally managed – I think – to mutter, the hand still on the doorbell:

— You are… gorgeous.

Laura laughed a playful laugh, visibly pleased with her effect. Observing her from top to bottom, it was difficult to recognise in the lovely woman who had opened the door my timid girlfriend. She had chosen a light flower dress, buttoned on the front and finishing mid-thighs to better reveal her legs covered in black nylons and ending with pumps.

I had been going out with Laura for the past two years, and I had seldom seen her wear anything other than ample flannel shirts, black trousers and Doc Martens and, despite always looking cute, with her big brown eyes and red hair, her little upturned nose covered with freckles, and her soft white skin. Never had I seen her so frighteningly sexy.

After a few moments of dazzled silence, as my blood had decided to come in higher parts of my body, I gave the flowers I had bought for our anniversary. She threw her arms around my neck, approaching her red lips to my ear. Read more »

My BFF

“Are you crazy?! I will never have a hard on for you! You’re my BFF!”

When I saw the look she gave me, I lost all confidence. Julie had been my BFF for two years, ever since I had met her in the company I was working in. She was a very discrete and sensible employee, always dressed in a classy fashion. OK, maybe I had fantasised on her once or twice whilst jerking off, but she really was not my type: lovely little curvy redhead, when I prefer them tall, skinny and dark-haired… She was quite cute, and really funny, but I was thinking of her like a sister.

Julie and I were back from a night out with friends in a bar in Oberkampf, and she had offered to spend the night at her place, as I was living well outside Paris at the time. I had stayed with her numerous times without anything “strange” happening… I can’t remember how the discussion had begun. I think I had started to talk about Franck’s new girlfriend, with whom I had spent the night talking – right, OK, flirting. Quite a stunner! Back at the apartment, Julie made fun of me, mimicking me gawking at the girl. We then spoke about my type of girls, and she talked about her type of guys – which I clearly wasn’t. She then told me, with a mischievous look, as we were sprawling on the couch: Read more »