When Jack Adams came home, he put his keys on the table in the hall as usual, and hung up his coat. He heard his wife’s voice — it sounded a little odd, but it was certainly his wife’s voice — call from the living room. “Hi honey!” He called back as he took off his shoes and loosened his tie. “Hey hon!” “Honey, I have a kind of surprise for you.” Jack frowned. Shit, he thought. Did I forget our anniversary? A birthday? “Uhh, ok!” He walked down the hall and turned the corner and his heart missed a beat. “What? Mrs. Brookdale?” His wife Linda was not in the living room. Sitting there on the couch, her legs tucked under her, one hand holding a glass of wine and the other provocatively placed on her thigh, in a skirt and a blouse he’d remembered seeing her wear at a PTA meeting last summer, was his next door neighbor’s wife, Wendy Brookdale. “Hello, Mr. Adams,” she said, in her soft southern accent. “Umm, Hi! Mrs. Brookdale? Nice to ah, see you!” “It’s nice to see you too, Mr. Adams.” She smiled. “I guess Linda just stepped out? I heard her from the foyer…” “Actually, Jack – may I call you Jack? – Linda isn’t here.” “But I just – what?” “Jack, Jack… Jack. It’s fine. Relax. Linda knows I’m here. It’s fine. She knows how you’ve been looking at me. When I’ve been out to water my lawn.” Wendy Brookdale smiled. “It’s only natural, Jack. Your wife is very beautiful, but so am I, Jack. It’s only natural for a man to become… curious.” “I – Mrs. Brookdale, I would never –” Jack sputtered, utterly unsure what to say or do. He realized he’d backed into a corner of the room. Then, the woman in front of him smiled — but it wasn’t a smile he’d ever seen on Mrs. Brookdale’s face — in fact, it reminded him strangely of his wife… “Got you!” the woman laughed. With Linda’s voice. “Oh my god sweety, you should have seen your face.” “What? Linda? How did you….” Grinning, she raised her hand to her neck and gently pinched the skin, then pulled… and the skin stretched… and continued to stretch, a little farther than skin should. “It’s a rubber mask, sweetie. Very fancy. Actually, not just a mask.” Linda gestured down to her breasts, which were a bit larger than hers normally were. “I look and sound just like Mrs. Brookdale, from head to toe.” “Does… she she know about this?” “Ha, no, sweetie. It’s amazing how many photos of people are out there on the Internet. I just told the company her name and address, and this suit came in the mail a few days ago.” “I… can’t believe my eyes. Or ears. You look just like her.” “Close your eyes, sweety.” “Huh?” “Sit down and close your eyes. We’re going to start over.” “Honey, I don’t want you to think–” “Honey,” Linda said, settling into Wendy’s light southern accent. “Close your eyes and let Mrs. Brookdale take care of you.” Jack could hardly believe what was happening. Of course he had fantasized about his neighbor’s wife — she was incredibly beautiful, and busty and shapely in ways his own wife wasn’t. And there was the allure of the forbidden fruit of another man’s woman… Jack obediently closed his eyes and sat down. A moment later he felt warm hands on his thighs. Then the feeling of Mrs. Brookdale nuzzling his crotch. He was hard instantly, and his eyes opened. They met hers. “My my, Mr. Adams. What a package. I can see what Mrs. Adams sees in you.” She brushed a finger against the side of his cock, through his pants. “Let’s get a bigger look at what your wife gets to have.” She undid his zipper, reached in, and gently extracted his engorged cock, the tip already wet with pre-cum. “Ooh, I wonder if you taste different from my husband,” she said, as she lowered her lips to the head of his manhood and began to suck him, her eyes never leaving his. It was all Jack could do not to come right then — it was true, he had dreamed of this, having his neighbor’s wife suck him, and here it was happening — he both knew and forgot that it was really his own wife wearing a mask. The illusion was so complete…
Category: Erotica
The Maid’s boys (MMF)(Double-Penetration)(Twins)
The Maid's Boys
I do hope you boys plan on paying for that.” Cassandra said with false irritation coloring her tone. The curvy young woman stood against the Pantries door, Chestnut curls falling to frame a sweet, round face with a button nose that was completely at odds with the look in her bright brown eyes.
Both young men attempted to mutter protests and excuses through mouths full of cheese and fruit respectively and she had laughed. They were taller than her by a good six inches, well built country boys. And twins! She knew them too. Garret and Marcus hadn't been their long, but they had all the marks of trouble makers on them from the untamed red hair down. She felt herself heating up just looking at them and shifted her hips in a private, eager movement
“I mean how do you intend on keeping me from talking. The cook is wondering where things have been getting off to in the middle of the night.” A smile spread across her lips as she leaned against the closed pantry door behind her, hands at her sides and hidden in her skirt.
First Story I’ve Written [mmmmf] [cuckold] [crossdressing] [bisex]
This is my first story I have ever written. It includes interracial sex, cuckolding, bisexual acts, and cross dressing. If this isn't for you, please do not read on.
fter a long day at work, the husband walks into the front door of his modest size home. After stepping through the threshold he finds a note next to the door. It reads, I am upstairs in the bedroom with some company. They have been here with me all day. I would love for you to join us. Go to the downstairs bathroom and read the instructions I have left for you.
Butterflies fill his stomach as he paces down the hall way to the bathroom. He knows that his wife and he have discussed the possibility of sharing her with other men. In the past they have discussed what is would be like to explore with a hot black man. Both the husband and wife are white and in their late twenties. They have been monogamous for the duration of their 6 year marriage. The husband has an average build with an average size cock. However, the wife always jokes about how his average size cock isn’t enough for her. She needs a big black cock.
One in a Million [MF]
((In keeping with the regular uploads. ))
You must have known, the way you looked when you came in. If you didn’t consciously think it, some part of you must have registered you were the most amazing, most enticing woman in the entire room. When you walked down those steps, you must have seen how you were as close to the divine as any of us would ever be able to get.
You looked like you were out for a great night, and who was I not to oblige. I must not have been your first choice, or your second, but when we found each other dancing, laughing at ridiculous Travolta impressions and bad music, having a drink in a secluded spot, talking the knight away, we were stuck together. The liberation of talking to you, of losing myself in the conversation until you and I exist was heaven. I could have done this until the sun came up and continued until the night after. I could have, if it hadn’t been for you. Your mouth. Your face. Your tantalizing legs and your titillating outfit. Every time you shifted, I could see further up your dress, ever piece of flesh temporarily derailing my train of thought.
Mirror Mirror [mf], [paranormal]
((My first and last foray into the paranormal erotica.))
Mirror Mirror
I stumbled into the bathroom. If it wasn’t obvious I was half-drunk, the bottle would tip off any observers. My clothes were in a puddle in the living-room somewhere, my underwear disheveled, my makeup a mess. That fucker. He should’ve stayed here, should’ve stayed to fuck me. But nooOOoo, he just had to have a shoulder to cry on and complain about his girlfriend. And I just had to be a supportive friend while I just wanted to rip his pants of and fuck him.
It’d been too long since I’d gotten any, and my best friend just had to be a fucking hot piece of meat. The woman in the mirror looked back at me.
"The fuck you looking at?" I scowled at her, as I sat down on the edge of the tub. I took another swig, realized my bottle was empty, and broke down. I didn’t want to fuck him. Well, I did, but I was even more horny for his lips, for his arms, his face. I wasn’t fucking in love because there was no way I’d let myself be but I was in love. I broke down. Little by little, that clenching in the back of my throat began, that warning sign that tells you that, yup, you’ve derailed, and you’re going to start crying. I wanted to push it back, and got up to the sink, have a drink, wash it down. I never got there.
The Itch Part 2 (FM)
Erica woke up early as always, leaving enough time for her to attempt to satisfy herself before work.
After a half hour of working her fingers she decided to shower and get dressed. She decided on a longer skirt, not wanting the events of the day before to repeat.
Once she entered she immediately saw her boss and star of her fantasies waiting by the front desk.
"Erica!" He said, sounding relieved. "I'm glad you came in early. I know I asked that you stay later, but I need you to focus on some paperwork for a new business deal, I'll ask Janice to take over your current work. You can use the secretary office in front of mine if you need."
The thought of John "needing" Erica was nearly enough to make her squeal by itself, not to mention the closer position even if temporary.
"Yes sir." She said dutifully, hiding her excitement.
She spent the next hour setting up the small office space, getting to work on the important yet trivial paperwork assigned to her.
Linda (Cuckold Story) (FMMM)
Linda and I met at a dive bar in the town I am from 10 years ago. She was 38 years old, recently divorced, and as I would later find out a very hot woman. She was very attractive little lady. She stood about 5'3, 115 lbs, nice c-cup breasts. She had shoulder length sandy blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. Her build was athletic and she had nice muscular legs that were soft and smooth and a firm round bottom.
Linda was one of those women who loved to party and could drink with the boys. That night I met her some friends and I were at a local watering hole and having a good time. She was there with another girl who was a regular named Janet and naturally several men gravitated to the two attractive ladies. She wore a skirt with a white blouse and some nice sandal shoes that showed off her pretty legs and feet. There was a lot of loud music, laughing, dancing, and a lot of drinking. I was playing pool near the table where Linda and Janet were sitting and several of my guy friends were flirting with them. We were all chatting and having a good time and I was looking for an opening where I could introduce myself proper to her because she seemed like a very nice girl. I had been trying to muster up the nerve to ask Linda for a dance but I was shy and plus every time I saw an opening another of my buddies would move in and whisk her to the dance floor. She loved to dance and was definitely enjoying all the attention she was getting from all of the men, most of who were a few years younger than she was.
Slut gets an unexpected initiation. [Mdom/fsub][bdsm]
"How do you like Amber's tongue in your pussy, slut?" I ask her as I roughly pinch her nipples- watching her face contort with every flick of her swollen buds.
"Mmhmmphmphugh," she moans in reply. Saliva and cum dripping from the sides of her mouth as she tries to voice her pleasure.
Of course, she couldn't verbally answer me, as I'd ring gagged her so I could shove my cock down her throat whenever I pleased, and blindfolded her for good measure. Not that it would matter anyway. My questions were all rhetorical- and whether she liked it or not, I would do whatever I wanted to her. This time though, she definitely liked it. I was slightly surprised at how turned on she was for her first time with another woman, but then again sluts love all sex.
The bartender
[First attempt at writing erotica, CCW]
Mona walked up to the door and rang the bell; a handsome bearded man with honey coloured eyes answered the door. "Are you the bartender?"
"Yes, sir." She replied with a perky smile on her face. Her eyes were like emeralds and her smile was infectious; she seemed sweet and innocent despite being covered in tattoos and having facial piercings–they all just seemed to fit together, despite most indie girls Jason had seen.
"Well, I'm glad that you came. It's kinda hard finding someone to work at a party like this."
"Oh, I'm not picky at all! You guys have fun and I'll make sure to stay out of the way as much as possible."
The inside of Jason's house was decorated with assorted shackles, couches, planks, and toys. An actual bar was in the back of the living room, near the kitchen. "Do you all actually have sex at these types of parties?" Mona's eyebrow raised high and she fidgeted with her backpack.
"They're mostly for display," Jason said with a smirk.
The itch (work in progress, possible more parts to come.)
Erica walked back to her desk, her tight black skirt barely covering her plump ass. She knew everyone was staring, even though she wore them to get someone elses attention, she still felt a wet spot when she caught someone looking.
When she sat down she made sure she was alone. Her work was meaningless but she kept at it because her boss, the man she wanted to see staring at her was givig her tons of fuel for her unsatiable lust.
After shaking out of a daze she found her hand underneath the skirt, gently rubbing her clit.
"Fuck." She muttered, looking at the clock. She bit her lip as she saw it was far too early to leave.
She looked around her area in the back of the office, fairly empty for a Thursday.
"I guess it cant hurt too much." She said to herself, rummaging through her purse.
A moment later she pulled out a small vibrator, the size of her finger with a cord and setting button trailing behind it.
With a soft moan she pushed it inside her pink, hungry lips. Once it was firmly inside, she turned it on low.