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Cheating with my husband… that’s not a typo.

Is it cheating if I let him touch me? I let him rub my back. Took my shirt off so he could massage me. It started off innocently with his hands rolling the knots out of my back. Then the kisses started. He kissed my shoulders and spine. His hand traveled up my thighs and up to my ass. He squeezed and groped, and muttered about how it was his favorite part of me.

Is it cheating if I arched my back when his hand moved inside my little shorts. He found my clit so fast and rubbed me in small circles. He climbed on my back and ground his hard cock into my ass. I could feel it through his thin basketball shorts.

Is it cheating if I let him kiss and bite my neck? His touch was aggressive and he owned my body like he had never abandoned me. He turned me onto my back and pulled my shorts off. I was naked and bare for him. He came down on me, grinding his hips into me. My nipple in his mouth while grabbed handfuls of my ass.
Is it cheating if he put his fingers inside of me? He pumped my pussy with his hands to make sure I was wet and ready for him. I was. His hands were soaked in my juices. He pulled his shorts off and I could see his dick stand at attention. He pushed himself into me and just felt my heat wrap his cock. Read more »

Help finding a mom son swap story

Two moms (possibly sisters?) go on holiday with their sons and after some drinking at the apartment they’re all sat at the table and the sons make a move on one another’s moms and fuck them, then fuck their own moms too.

Remember a vague detail about the moms waiting for them naked in the bedroom afterwards on all fours in the dark

Desire

It feels amazing. When your hands touch on my erect nipples. When you squeeze them so hard that i cant breathe for a second. Your lips biting mine. Your tongue rolling with mine. Such intimate scenes with you.
Your face between my legs. Your tongue on my clit. Your fingers inside my vagina, begging you to please make me cum. I want all that fantasies to come true with you.

The IT Guy (Part 3) [femdom] [reluctance] [BDSM] [M4F]

*********This is the 3rd and possibly final installment of a sort of office blackmail series in which the protagonist is persuaded to service the office ladies. Hope you enjoy this one….and please, let me know in the comments if you think this series needs to continue. Otherwise, I’m gonna be on the prowl for the next great erotica story. Suggestions/scenarios are always welcome!************

That night, I slept good. Maybe it was because I’d just had actual sex for the first time. Maybe it was because I’d already serviced two of the office girls and my confidence was starting to build. Or maybe my subconscious was just eager to relieve itself all over my dreams.

Either way, I woke up the next day with a lazy smile on my face. I had spent the night floating in a surreal world of endless titties and vaginas, a mob of half naked women pursuing me. In the end, they had caught me, piled on top of me, buried me in their beautiful, sensuous bodies.

I got to work that afternoon not really even thinking too much about what Amy had in mind for me. She had written question marks on the calendar, but I just kind of figured that meant she didn’t know what she wanted at the time. She would decide tonight. Read more »

The house share part 1 [mmff]

This is a true story of what happened over the course of the covid pandemic, I have changed names to protect our identity. I’ve known my wife for around 6 years. We started dating and two years ago we decided to get married. My wife’s best friend is Anna, Anna has always been dating Matthew for as long as I could remember. They married 6 months or so before me and Suzie. Anna is the opposite to Suzie in so many ways. Suzie is very small, petite with small boobs, she has shoulder length blonde hair. Anna has a fully figure, larger boobs and her hair is dark and long. The four of us agreed that after we got married we would look for a house and share for a while just so we could get on our feet financially. All four of us work but the prices in London are really high, so if we split the rent fourways we could start to save for our own places and think about starting a family. Read more »

Like a Good Neighbor – Part 13 (Rough Sex, Wedding, Creampie, Pregnant)

Two months from Riza’s due date…

The wedding was small, simple, but beautiful. Counting everyone’s plus one that attended, all in all, there was a grand total of fifty-five people. Fifty-seven if you want to count the photographer and the pastor. I was raised as a Southern Baptist, and Riza is non-denominational, so she defaulted to my preferences for the wedding. I actually requested that the pastor from my church when I was growing up do the vows. Pastor Daniels was a significant influence in my life when I was growing up. I never met my father, but my mother always tried to keep a positive father figure around the house. It wasn’t until after I graduated and was in college that my mother actually found true love. She has been married to my father-in-law for almost ten years now. As such, Pastor Daniels had always been sort of my father figure. The father of two girls four years my senior, he and his wife admitted one day that I was the son they never had. I can’t say for sure, and he will never admit it, but I am pretty sure Pastor Daniels cried when I called to not only invite him to my wedding but to perform the vows as well, despite the fact he had been retired for four years now. Read more »

Almost ready (loving impregnation)

I knew the first time I saw you that you would make an incredible mother. And I knew that I wanted to be the man who made you one.

So I asked you out, and we dated, and we did all of the things that bring a man and woman closer and closer until they become one – husband and wife.

How patient I’d been. Your obsession with birth control, being safe, protected. I wanted you bare and open to me on our wedding night, to let fate decide this one time. To lose ourselves in our new bond. But you weren’t ready.

We worked and played together, time slipping by. I could see the light in your eyes each time you held a baby. And I could see the doubt each time we’d talk of children. But I knew you. And as your husband I knew what was best for you, even when you yourself were unsure.

We talked. You cried. I held you. You saw past your fears into the beauty that could be. You saw what I had always seen. Read more »

The Tutor (Part 8)

(Thank you to those whom have read this. This will be slightly longer, but the conclusion. Please leave a comment and let me know if you’ve read all the parts, some or just this.)

Mindy got up and walked to her bedroom, fluids still dripping in between her thighs. The boys followed and Lillian was the last to move, bag in hand.

Mindy laid down on her bed and closed her eyes for a second. Suddenly she became ver aware of something large and rubbery playing with her lips. Then it was inside her. She looked towards this new sensation and saw Lillian playing with a large double ended dildo.

“What do you plan on doing with the other end?”

“It’s going inside me. Boys, you get to rest for a moment. Catch your breath and get ready to get hard again.”

The boys sat on opposite corners as Lillian climbed onto the bed, sitting up, opposite of Mindy. Lillian moved the dildo in and out of Mindy, making the head of the toy shiny with juices. Then Lillian got closer to Mindy, and slipped the other head inside herself. She grabbed the middle of the toy and started moving it back and forth, but realized while Mindy may have been enjoying it, the head wasn’t hitting Lillian’s spots. Read more »

Arrival sex

The day of your arrival i am shaking and trembling and anxious and at the same time so happy to see you, to feel you for the first time after so many months. I wait near the door, not moving my eyes not even for a second and then i see you. We come running towards each other clearing the people between us and stand infront of each other for a second just to let our eyes wander of what prize we have got to ourselves for the rest of our lifes. We have a hug and you give me a little peck on my cheeks.

We get to the car, and as i go to start the engine, you take my face and point it towards you and give me a kiss you couldn’t have given me in front of all those people. Our first kiss and so passionate it sends chills between my legs. It’s night so not many people are at the airport. Read more »

Educating Alicia

Alicia was barely 19 when she first entered my office. I took notice of her mainly due to the smattering of freckles on her face, which you could tell was normally pale but today was a becoming peachy pink. Those freckles really popped. I wondered if I could count them. She had a riot of dark brown curls tumbling down her back and her chest was heaving as though she’d been too engulfed in a bodice ripper and had to run for the bus. Late for her first day, I thought disapprovingly. Not a good sign.

‘Yes, May I help you?’ I asked, clearing my throat slightly and shifting in my seat. A faint waft of sweat mixed with summer roses had reached my nose. I looked down my glasses at her.

‘Mrs Jones told me to report to you, sir. I’m new. The new cadet. Alicia Southerland.’ She looked like she was about to offer me her hand, but at the last minute thought better of it. She wiped her jeans-clad leg instead. I was aware that I was feeling inclined to be charmed by her air of gawkiness. This would not do. Read more »