Shy Wife Goes To Strip Club [FMM] [group]

My wife Sharon has from time to time spoken about being curious about strip clubs. This is not something that I could ever press her on. She would clam up and act like I was a pervert. However, I have always kept this in the back of my mind. 

I have a theory that all women, no matter how modest, have an exhibitionist streak in them to some degree. They like to show off, especially if they are attractive or have a nice body. My wife falls into both of these categories. At 42 she is a cute, thin brunette with perky A cup breasts. There are always guys hovering around her and she occasionally comes home with stories of being hit on. When it’s a young guy hitting on her, I’m assured of some action that night.

One night we were going out to dinner and the kids were with their grandparents. At dinner, as I plied her with wine, I tried to get her to admit to wanting to do something a little more sexually daring. She was being coy but I could see the wheels spinning in her head. Throughout dinner I would run my hand along her bare thigh under the table. At first she would brush my hand away and look around to see if anyone was looking but eventually she let me explore a little more. To make sure she stayed comfortable, I didn’t push her too far.

Using my (26F) wife.

Think hot Puerto Rican. Dark hair and eyes but with a lighter complexion. She has a nice pair of tits, and a great ass.

She was working at the breakfast bar in front of the kitchen typing away on her laptop. I walk up behind her and move her hair from the side of her face to behind her ear and begin kissing her neck. She loves this, it’s one her turn on’s. She can feel my stubble ever so slightly touch her cheek. She moans quietly, pushing out her chest in response. I can tell she wants it. She brings her hand up to touch my face. “Hey” she says. Her breasts look great from this angle, I can see right down her shirt. “Hey Love, do you have any more meetings today?” I ask.
I bring my hands under her shirt and lightly drag the very tips of my fingers over her stomach until I reach her bra. Goosebumps. Her back arches. She exhales. “No”, she responds.

I stand her up and turn her around, we kiss for a moment before I place her hands against the wall. I need this. I take her wrists and lay them over each other. I wrap my left hand around them as I undo her bra and pants with my right.

I get blackmailed by the girl from the cinema

I’m at work when I get a notification, I’ve got an email. I look at the sender and subject line. It’s from the cinema, “thanks for your resent visit. ”

A sense of dread builds in me as I click to open it. There is no message, only an attachment.  I open the  folder and her picture pulls up on my screen. It’s the same girl from the movie theater. Shes sitting in an office, topless, holding up a business card next to her smiling face.

That’s MY business card. How did she get it? Then it hits me, she grabbed onto me when I made her cum. She must have gotten it out of my pocket. I don’t respond to the email, I just delete it and go back to work.

I get another notification, this one had the subject line, “you never called.” I open it out of morbid curiosity. The body of the email reads, “your employer might be interested in what you get up to off the clock.” There’s another attachment, it’s a bigger file.

I fuck a coworker at Disney world

When I used to work as Gaston at Disney world I found out that the girl that played Maleficent had a domination fetish. She tied me up, put makeup on me and then sent me home with blue balls.

So one day after work I invited her to my place. She declined, so I decided to keep lightly teasing her. I would put on chapstick really slowly around her while making eye contact. I even arranged for her to walk in on me with Ariel in wardrobe. Ariel was sitting on my lap plucking my eyebrows. I could tell she was getting turned on.

She declined my invitation again.

As Maleficent left the room I turned to Ariel and put my hands around her waist. I picked her up and bent her over her makeup counter. She was staring at me through the reflection in the mirror as I flipped her skirt up, pulling my dick out of my pants as I pinned her down. I pulled her underwear off to the side and crammed my dick inside her.

Request finding specific erotica story about cop revenge

Hi y’all was hoping you guys could help me I’m looking for a very specific story about a guy breaking and entering (literally) a cop her daughter and her daughters friend for revenge. I know it’s a long shot I remember thinking thecdudes name was Rick or something but I can’t find it.

The Training: Punctuality [MF] (Part 2)

I’m staring at the clock on my wall watching it tick deliberately. It’s 10:04. She was instructed to be here four minutes ago.

*Knock knock knock*

The sound of her knuckles against the door reverberates through my apartment. I whip out my phone and quickly type a short message.

“This tardiness cannot be tolerated. Strip down to your bra and thong and wait for me in the hallway.”

How did I know what undergarments she was donning this late evening? Every night of The Training comes with detailed instructions and this night was no different.

I turn the sound up on the basketball game I am watching. Two minutes left in the fourth quarter.

My phone dings. “Yes, sir.” it reads.

You ever realize how many commercials they jam in during the last two minutes of a basketball game? I can tell you for sure, two commercial breaks with four 30 second spots each. The game ends with a missed three pointer that would have sent it to overtime. Sometimes you get lucky.

The Webcam (CFNM)

The toy’s rumbling, state of the art motor practically shook the entire bed. Jackie had the purple rabbit-eared vibrator on full power as she sensed her delicious, self-induced orgasm approach. “Ohh god. Uuhgg,” she groaned into the soft cotton sheets of her King sized bed.

Under the comforter, her body began to spasm and contort, as the battery powered cock drove her to climax. At her peak, she was silenced by the intensity of her orgasm. All that was audible was the “Buzzzzzz” or the toy.

“Huh huh ha ho eeh hohh,” she cried out loud as the wave of pleasure passed. She needn’t worry about noise, as she lived alone. Jackie hadn’t slept well and had woken up early this morning, so she decided to make use of her extra time.

She laid in her post-orgasmic bliss for a while, allowing the surge of oxytocin and other tasty hormones to wash over her. With her eyes mostly glazed over, she peeled at her bedside clock. 7:58 am. “Shit!” She shrieked.

The young woman jumped out of her luxurious bed and raced to the bathroom to brush her hair. She frantically worked to tame straight out of bed, curly, auburn hair. Time: 7:59. “Ahh! Goddamnit!”

Long Distance Changes Things [Part 1] [MF] [peeping] [exposition]

***I am the original author, however I have posted this once before from a throwaway account I no longer have access before. It was my first attempt at writing an erotic story, so I hope you enjoy it!

*Feedback is welcome

Walking into the bar, you stop and take a moment to let your eyes adjust to the lighting. Scanning the room, you initially frown as you cannot find her. Checking your phone, you see the message: ‘From Elyza: In our booth ;)’. But upon second look, you bust into the biggest grin. Sitting in your old, favorite corner booth was her. It was so good to see her, it felt like it had been forever. You walk over, and when she notices you, she jumps to her feet and gives you a big warm smile and holds you in a tight embrace. “Oh my god! I can’t believe your finally back!” she exclaims, as she slowly starts to let go. “Hey baby girl, how have you been?” you reply, as you slide into the booth across from where she had been sitting. She returns to her seat, and you take a moment (or two, or three) to just take in all of her. Her long, wavy, auburn hair cascading down the sides of that pretty, round face you adore and onto the tops of those perky breasts you’ve been longing to caress; the black frames of her glasses in stark contrast of her soft, pearly skin that you’ve been dying to trace your fingers up and down; those deep, wanting, green eyes reflecting the same desire that you feel; those plump, smirking, red-painted lips that make you wish they were wrapped around your co-

A (F)antasy of Mine (F) [NSFW] [Lesbian]

It goes like this…

When I get home, the shower is running. No one is home, it seems. In the bathroom, there is a cranberry vodka with lime on the sink. Perfect.

I undress, noticing music softly playing from the bedroom. I can smell a familiar candle burning nearby, see the hint of red lighting from under the door.

I step into the shower, letting the hot water run down my face and chest. I lean against the cold stone of the shower wall, feeling the day wash down the drain.

Before long, I’m getting dressed, drinking, and wondering where you are.

When I open the bathroom door, the steam
pours out into the hallway and I gently open the bedroom door. My hair is still lightly damp, occasionally letting a drop slide down my face. I’m expecting to find you, lying there, spread across the bed. But there is only my shadow under the red light.

I close the door nearly all the way and sit against the headboard. As time passed, I wondered where you could be, what you were doing. Are you thinking about me?

The young houseguest [age gap][cheating]

Days of touching and teasing have left you permanently aroused, throbbing cock leaking and straining within your pants constantly, your usual sex life is extra vigorous and attentive, you know the girl hears the moans and squeals every night and you’re determined to put on a show.

Even better, she’s fit right in, she cooks and tidies so when your fiancee comes home there is little for her to do, she simply welcomes her with a sincere embrace, enjoys pleasantries about her day then retreats to her room for homework.