Author: UpstairsInterest

The Former Trophy Wife – Part 2 (FM, Cheating)

(I can’t believe it’s been 7 months since the first part! Tried to do too many different things, but really I should have finished this much sooner. Hopefully it won’t take me too long to do a part 3!)

I pull my panties and leggings up and then turn back to Chris, pressing myself against him and putting my lips to his once more. Despite having found such a potent release just a few minutes prior, my body already aches for more attention from my new found lover. From the way he kisses me, it appears to be mutual.

We start to move from the breakfast bar in the kitchen, refusing to break the kiss as we leave and head towards the stairs that will lead us to… well, I can’t decide where to have him next, but there’s plenty of spare rooms in the house for us to have fun in.

Just as we reach the stairs a buzz comes from the pocket of Chris’ jeans. We stop and he quickly pulls out the phone, the illusion of the moment paused for a time while he looks at the screen. Read more »

Parents, Rekindled (FM, Romantic)

My eyes open and I take a sharp intake of breath as I try to figure out what might have woken me.

Lifting my head from the soft pillow my raven hair cascades across, I blink the sleep from my eyes and focus on trying to hear whether one of the children has stirred, the usual cause of being woken in the middle of the night. But only relative silence, the creaking of the house and the wind outside meets my ears, and with a grumble I place my head back down to see the time is 2am.

And sleep is such a precious commodity. With two children under five, any night undisturbed is a blessing – even better if it means the bed only contains me and my husband, Rob. Though the bed is only used for sleeping in nowadays. And sometimes building a pillow fort with the kids.

I twist slightly and look at my still-sleeping husband, though he’s no more than a shadow in the depths of the night. But I don’t need to see him to be able to know the thick stubble around his jawline, and the touches of grey along the edge of his jet black hair, or how his blue eyes can still pierce straight through me when he gives me one of his smiles. Read more »

The Sexual Awakening of Polly Pinnick, Pt 1 (FM, Cheating, Risky, Oral)

I lost my virginity to Nick when I was eighteen and for months I wondered what all the fuss was about.

He was my first proper boyfriend, the first one I’d brought home to meet my parents, and that first time in my empty home, with my parents out with my brother and sister, we had painful and awkward sex. It had been something he’d been pressuring me for months, and as time had passed I had gotten increasingly excited about the experience I was about to share. Friends had spoken of sex as this wonderful moment of bliss, of connection with the person you loved.

Instead I just remembered wondering whether that was it.

Reading stories online had told me that it was something that would get better, that lovers learned each others bodies as time went on. But while we kept doing things together, each time I didn’t ever feel myself get close to orgasm, and that awkwardness never seemed to pass even as time stretched on. Read more »

The Naughty Little Christmas Elf (Mf, Cheating, Ageplay, Risky, Oral)

*(Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you enjoy my hastily thought up, hastily written, holiday-themed smut!)*

Four weeks of feigning joy is hard for a disillusioned man rapidly approaching his forties.

Thankfully the fake beard strapped to my face meant I didn’t have to smile too much, but I still had to pretend to be happy for the apparently endless amount of children that came into the small grotto demanding gifts they didn’t really need, or their parents couldn’t afford.

It wasn’t a nice place – a ramshackle hut built cheap, with forest green felt stapled to the flimsy wooden walls and lazily painted beams made to look like candy canes. It was cheap, tacky and cold, even with my fat suit on, yet the kids that came in saw none of that. All they saw was a lush home away from Lapland, with happy elves and, of course, Santa Claus.

Or at least someone pretending to be Santa Claus. Read more »

The Former Trophy Wife (FM, Cheating)

The cold bites at my face despite the tartan scarf that comes up to my button nose and full lips. It’s so cold that I even worry about Dale as he runs across the playground towards his friends, stopping once to wave at me with mittened hands, before rushing off around the corner of the school building.

This wasn’t the life I’d imagined for myself back when I met my husband Joel in a swanky nightclub in London nineteen years prior. He was in finance and wealthy beyond comprehension for a young, naive girl from a quiet town. But I knew how to dress and I knew that I looked good, and that’s what caught his eye. A drunken romp in his hotel room had lead to a proper date, and that had lead to sharing a flat and then to the wedding day from my dreams. Joel wasn’t shy of telling me he like blondes with big tits and long legs, and I certainly covered all those check boxes for him. Read more »

The Former Trophy Wife (FM, Cheating)

The cold bites at my face despite the tartan scarf that comes up to my button nose and full lips. It’s so cold that I even worry about Dale as he runs across the playground towards his friends, stopping once to wave at me with mittened hands, before rushing off around the corner of the school building.

This wasn’t the life I’d imagined for myself back when I met my husband Joel in a swanky nightclub in London nineteen years prior. He was in finance and wealthy beyond comprehension for a young, naive girl from a quiet town. But I knew how to dress and I knew that I looked good, and that’s what caught his eye. A drunken romp in his hotel room had lead to a proper date, and that had lead to sharing a flat and then to the wedding day from my dreams. Joel wasn’t shy of telling me he like blondes with big tits and long legs, and I certainly covered all those check boxes for him. Read more »

Something Borrowed, Something New (FM, Cheating, Risky)

I watch the door close to the small but pretty boutique room, my mother leaving to give me some time alone before I start a new life with my fiance. Well, I say fiance, but in less than two hours he will be my husband and I his wife, and our new journey will have really begun.

Turning my head from the door, I look into the mirror that is edged with pretty lights and see my perfectly set golden hair that curls and falls down to my shoulders and the makeup that had been expertly applied by one of my bridesmaids when the day had barely begun. The whole morning had been manic and now it was like I was in the calm of the eye of the storm before chaos reigned once more.

I take a deep breath and feel my breasts heave slightly against the corset of my wedding gown. At least for now I can breathe, with the silk ribbon laying open on my bare back which will do it’s best to hide the tattoo that my future husband has made clear he’s not a fan of. Too late to regret that now though. Read more »

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Something Borrowed, Something New (FM, Cheating, Risky)

I watch the door close to the small but pretty boutique room, my mother leaving to give me some time alone before I start a new life with my fiance. Well, I say fiance, but in less than two hours he will be my husband and I his wife, and our new journey will have really begun.

Turning my head from the door, I look into the mirror that is edged with pretty lights and see my perfectly set golden hair that curls and falls down to my shoulders and the makeup that had been expertly applied by one of my bridesmaids when the day had barely begun. The whole morning had been manic and now it was like I was in the calm of the eye of the storm before chaos reigned once more.

I take a deep breath and feel my breasts heave slightly against the corset of my wedding gown. At least for now I can breathe, with the silk ribbon laying open on my bare back which will do it’s best to hide the tattoo that my future husband has made clear he’s not a fan of. Too late to regret that now though. Read more »

Not a Sound, Final Part (Mf, Cheating, Ageplay, Risky, Oral)

After our brief tryst in the lounge things seemed to escalate between myself and Emma. I could no longer deny that what was happening between us was just sex, because we both knew we felt something. I do worry that perhaps those feelings are entirely based on a young, gorgeous girl being besotted with me, who makes me feel twenty years younger and has made me feel more virile than any time in my life. But then she is smart and funny too, I tell myself, and that’s plenty of reason to feel something back.

It’s definitely not because she’s some kind of nympho.

We start to fuck anywhere we can, meet anywhere we can. Our list, already full of dangerous liaisons that could get us both into a lot of trouble, extends to include the bathroom in a pub, a changing room in a department store and a house party hosted by one of her friends. The latter was the closest we’d come to being found out, as a teacher has no right to be in attendance at these parties and certainly has no right to be vigorously fucking someone half his age on the bed of said friend’s parents. Read more »

Not a Sound, Final Part (Mf, Cheating, Ageplay, Risky, Oral)

After our brief tryst in the lounge things seemed to escalate between myself and Emma. I could no longer deny that what was happening between us was just sex, because we both knew we felt something. I do worry that perhaps those feelings are entirely based on a young, gorgeous girl being besotted with me, who makes me feel twenty years younger and has made me feel more virile than any time in my life. But then she is smart and funny too, I tell myself, and that’s plenty of reason to feel something back.

It’s definitely not because she’s some kind of nympho.

We start to fuck anywhere we can, meet anywhere we can. Our list, already full of dangerous liaisons that could get us both into a lot of trouble, extends to include the bathroom in a pub, a changing room in a department store and a house party hosted by one of her friends. The latter was the closest we’d come to being found out, as a teacher has no right to be in attendance at these parties and certainly has no right to be vigorously fucking someone half his age on the bed of said friend’s parents. Read more »