She Comes Home Drunk And Uses Me Like Never Before [FM]

**Sorry for the repost! I originally wrote this collection of stories with plans to leave them on reddit for my wife to stumble on when she’s doing her nightly reading, but I got cold feet after a few days and deleted them ?

She eventually read them and turns out she really likes them and wants them posted, so I’m back. Hope y’all don’t mind the reposts ❤️

(4/6)

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I wake up feeling your breath on the back of my neck, your bare nipples running down my back as you kiss your way towards the waistline of my boxers. I can smell the whiskey on your breath, can hear you quietly moaning to yourself, uncontrollable sounds that only come out when you’re drunk. What time is it? I’d fallen asleep before you got home from drinks with your friends, not-so-secretly hoping you would come home to take advantage of me like this. It always happens this way…. Sometimes midnight, sometimes 2am just after the bars have closed, sometimes 4am. Where do you go those nights after the bar closes? Who do you spend those two hours with? Who is it that has you jumping on top of me the moment you walk through the door, your panties already soaking wet, hair a mess?

PART 3 – She Tells Me She Doesn’t Like To Make Decisions In The Bedroom, So I Make Her Prove She’ll Do Anything I Tell Her To [MF]

“What else could you possibly have in mind?” You ask in playful disbelief, sitting up on the bed and scooting away from the wet spot underneath you.

“Everything that I have in mind,” I say, pushing you back down onto the bed, pinning your arms above your head, looking down at you, “requires you to lay there just like this and do exactly what I say. Can you do that for me?”

You smile awkardly, not sure what I could possibly ask you to do that I haven’t already made you do tonight. I squeeze your wrists firmly, raising my eyebrows, my eyes locked on yours, waiting for an answer. I feel your body relax underneath me as you exhale, giving a small nod and a soft smile.

“Good. I think you have a lot more you want to show me.”

“Like what?” You whisper.

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PART 3 – She Tells Me She Doesn’t Like To Make Decisions In The Bedroom, So I Make Her Prove She’ll Do Anything I Tell Her To [MF]

*** [HERE’S PART 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jmew7g/she_tells_me_she_doesnt_like_to_make_decisions_in/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) ***

*** [HERE’S PART 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jo7098/part_2_she_tells_me_she_doesnt_like_to_make/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) ***

“What else could you possibly have in mind?” You ask in playful disbelief, sitting up on the bed and scooting away from the wet spot underneath you.

“Everything that I have in mind,” I say, pushing you back down onto the bed, pinning your arms above your head, looking down at you, “requires you to lay there just like this and do exactly what I say. Can you do that for me?”

You smile awkardly, not sure what I could possibly ask you to do that I haven’t already made you do tonight. I squeeze your wrists firmly, raising my eyebrows, my eyes locked on yours, waiting for an answer. I feel your body relax underneath me as you exhale, giving a small nod and a soft smile.

“Good. I think you have a lot more you want to show me.”

“Like what?” You whisper.

PART 2 – She Tells Me She Doesn’t Like To Make Decisions In The Bedroom, So I Make Her Prove She’ll Do Anything I Tell Her To [MF]

*** [HERE’S PART 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jmew7g/she_tells_me_she_doesnt_like_to_make_decisions_in/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) ***

I stand up, tucking my cock back into my pants, zipping up as I watch you finally catch your breath. The wake of your orgasm fades and you look up at me, your expression softening. You are kneeling there in a puddle of your own cum, panties still halfway pulled to the side, your skirt bunched and twisted around your waist. You look so shy, so small. Or maybe it’s embarrassment? Shame?

I smile down at you warmly, offering my hand to help you up. I’m proud of you, of how far you’ve let yourself come. You take my hand with both of yours, pulling yourself up and closing your eyes as I lean in to kiss you softly, my other hand sliding up your neck, resting on your cheek. You lift up on your tip-toes, briefly chasing my lips as I pull back. You open your eyes slowly to meet mine. “You’re doing great,” I whisper, moving my fingers to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear. A self-conscious little smile crosses your lips, as you fall back on your heels, running a finger along the elastic of your panties, moving them back into place.

She Secretly Meets Me At A Hotel After Work And We Take Things Further Than Ever Before [FM]

Your phone buzzes quietly on your desk. You pick it up, glancing down at the screen. A text message. “So, about tonight… Did you just want some different dialog in bed, or did you wanna, like, go all out?”

You type out a quick reply without any hesitation. “All out.”

Several minutes later your phone buzzes again. “In that case, meet me after work. The Westin on 5th. Room 232.”

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A few hours later I hear a knock. I switch off the hotel TV and walk over to the door. I open it, seeing you standing there, little cotton dress, your work-bag hanging over your shoulder. You look anxious. “Do you want to come in?” I ask, stepping back and gesturing for you come inside. You walk in and I catch your bag just as you drop it from your shoulder. I walk a few feet away and put your bag down on the chair, immediately crossing the room stand in front of you.

“What did you tell your husband?” I ask, reaching out to hold your hands.

“Work,” you reply, taking a small step towards me, weaving your fingers between mine, looking up at me. “What did you tell your wife?”

She Tells Me She Doesn’t Like To Make Decisions In The Bedroom, So I Make Her Prove She’ll Do Anything I Tell Her To [MF]

“I’ve never done anything like this,” you say, turning the dial to dim the lights.

“You’re going to do great, sweetie,” I reply, sitting back on the bed and putting one hand behind my head, the other casually rubbing my cock through my jeans.

“What am I supposed to do?” you laugh nervously, fidgeting with the bottom of your skirt, pulling it down a few inches.

“You’re supposed to do everything I tell you to do,” I reply, matter-of-factly. I lift my hand off my cock, gesturing toward you with one finger, telling you to come closer.

You smile and climb onto the bed, playfully crawling towards me. “And what is it you want me to do, baby?” you ask seductively, closing your eyes and leaning in to kiss me. I stop you just before our lips touch, my hand gently wrapping around your throat. You open your eyes, staring into mine, waiting for instructions.

“The first thing I want you to do,” I whisper, the smile falling from my face, “is to turn that light back on.” You feel my hand on your throat tighten, pushing you back until you’re kneeling in front of me. I let go and lean back against the headboard again. You look down, awkwardly pulling at the bottom of your skirt again, covering your thighs as much as possible.

5 Months Pregnant, She Takes More Of Me Than Ever Before While Finally Saying The Words I’ve Always Wanted To Hear [MF]

* Sorry for the repost! I originally wrote this collection of stories with plans to leave them on reddit for my wife to stumble on when she’s doing her nightly reading, but I got cold feet after a few days and deleted them ?

She eventually read them and turns out she really likes them and wants them posted, so I’m back. Hope y’all don’t mind the reposts ❤️

(3/6) *

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Resting my head on your chest, I watch you take my hand and slowly move it down your body, until it’s just below your belly button. “Right there,” you whisper, holding my hand firmly in place. “Wait, no, not there,” you say, moving my hand two inches to the right. Your hand is on the back of mine, pushing my fingers into your belly. “There it is, right there. Do you feel it?” you ask with an excited little laugh.

“I think so?” I say quietly. Then I feel it. A tiny flutter followed by what I can only guess is a big kick. “There it is!” I say, lifting my head slightly to get a better view over your perfectly round belly. I feel another flutter, as you push my hand a little deeper, trying to find the perfect spot.

The First Time I Tied Her Up (Part 2) [MF]

* [Here’s Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jkyfxx/the_first_time_i_tied_her_up_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) *

Over and over, in long deliberate strokes, I press the entire width of my tongue onto your pussy as the orgasm subsides and your hips drop back onto the bed. I lick every part of you my tongue can reach, hungrily pushing inside you, needing to gather every single drop of you in my mouth. When I can’t take anymore, I lift myself off the bed, straddling your hips. I pause and look down at you, running my fingers gently across your cheek. You nuzzle sweetly into my hand, and I slowly lean down to kiss you, watching your eyes close and your mouth open to meet mine. I stop just before touching you, opening my mouth and letting your cum spill from my lips, falling into your waiting mouth. You open your eyes, surprised, just in time to see the last few drops dripping from my lips. We lock eyes as my fingers slide from your cheek down to your chin, pushing your mouth closed. “Swallow it,” I say firmly, watching your eyes shift from surprise to submission, gulping loudly. As my fingers leave your chin, you open your mouth again, showing me your empty mouth. You look proud. You should be.

The First Time I Tied Her Up [MF]

“Too tight?” I whisper, pulling the strap through the buckle.

“Depends what you’re going for,” you laugh, sounding more nervous and unsure than I’ve ever heard you in the bedroom.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to” I say, kneeling beside the bed.

“I want to try it,” you whisper back, turning your head to look me in the eye. “I want to see what you’d do to me if you could do anything you want.”

“I already do pretty much anything I want to you,” I say, standing up and smiling down at you laying completely naked on the bed. Your hands are above your head, wrists wrapped in leather straps, both securely tied to the headboard, hands fidgeting with the straps. “Are you sure they’re not too tight?”

“I don’t know. How tight are they supposed to be?”

“Can you free your hands if you wanted to?”

“I don’t think so,” you say, giving a few tugs.

She Makes My Sexting Fantasies Come True, But Not the Way I Expect [FM] (repost)

**Sorry for the repost! I originally wrote this collection of stories with plans to leave them on reddit for my wife to stumble on when she’s doing her nightly reading, but I got cold feet after a few days and deleted them ?

She eventually read them and turns out she really likes them and wants them posted, so I’m back. Hope y’all don’t mind the reposts ❤️

(2/6)

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I walk in the front door, drop my bag and coat at my feet, and head straight for the bedroom. We’ve been texting each other increasingly filthy messages over the past two hours… vivid descriptions of me pinning you down on the bed, straddling your face and pushing my cock down your throat… Pulling a handful of your hair while I fuck you from behind, fingering your ass, making you scream dirty words and beg for my cum. I eventually couldn’t take it anymore, ended up leaving early, driving home as fast as I could, planning to make good on every promise I’d made over the last couple hours.