My ex left me for our bull. Part 1.

This is a past story that happened over a year ago, I would like to share it with you. As the title says my ex left me for our bull. Call me crazy but this keeps me very horny until today.

It turns out that I had been with this girl for about 4 years, which we will call “Maria”. She is a butterface girl, she is ugly in face but has an amazing, round, huge and beautiful ass. Latin skin, long black hair, long and incredible legs, nice tits. I had always had these cuckold fantasies. She knew it and although she wasn’t scared, it didn’t get her attention either; I think more than anything because she had lost her virginity with me.

But she was curious about it and after a few months she started talking to me about guys at the university who looked at her ass and how that made her horny. After much insistence from me she told me about a friend of her that she had known since high school and he was now with her in college.
This guy is quite an alpha male. Tall, white skin, handsome, short black hair, something marked of the body and muscular, he does a lot of exercise. He has a definitely alpha personality, and a guy who fucks a lot of girls. Wa call him Luis.

Here She Comes [MF] [not exactly rough]

The first and only time I slapped Sally on the ass, she turned and clocked me in the jaw.

I had a hold of her hips as she was kneeling on the bed with her butt poking out – that was the best way to pound her pussy from behind. I am a lot taller, and the mattress is pretty thick. Sally is a shrimp – as she describes it. So I was pounding away, and the way her ass jiggled, it was so fucking cute. I just gave it a nice smack to put a little pink on it. Her pussy spat me out, like a watermelon seed. She rounded on me, still on her knees, and popped up with a right. It happened so fast, my hips hardly had time to stop rocking.

“Damn!” I said. “It was just a little smack.” I felt my jaw.

In a nasty tone, she said, “If you ever hit me again, I’ll knock out every tooth in your head.” She jumped off the bed, trying to put her panties on as she was walking through the doorway. She was still struggling her clothes on as she went out the door.

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[MF][Part 1] The new Starter

It’s been a long week in the office for Kelly, babysitting those who are above her feel like she could run rings around her peers… to make matters worse, there’s been a heat wave, Kelly, pushing the dress code to the limit, today shes’ dress in a black pencil skirt, fitted sleeveless shirt and her hair tied up in a messy bun, difficult to stay professional when you’re fighting off the sweat.

“Kelly!” echos across the office, “Can you come over here?”… it was her manager, she begrudgingly obeys and heads over. She notices he is standing next to someone, someone new, someone you don’t recognise, the manager pipes up – “This is the new starter, Tony, he’ll be under you for the time being, can you give him a quick go around? I have a meeting in 5…” before she even engage a response, your manager has walked off..faintly saying his thanks.

A Brat’s Tale [Mf] [oral] [light bratting]

She’d done it again. Stuck her tongue out at him when he walked by as she was making dinner. The dinner making was already a punishment she’d earned during the week, as she didn’t enjoy cooking per se, but was still rather better at it than he was. But that damn tongue. She’d been doing it all day. He’d been trying to ignore her antics, as that was one of the better tools in his kit he had for taming her when needed, but it’d been going on with it long enough he didn’t think he could ignore that kind of behavior from her any longer. So he continued to walk by the kitchen and ignore her and her damn tongue, but his mind was made up, and how she acted from here on out would determine exactly how he’d have to handle her.

Hot Dreams [MF] [creampie] [oral] [piv]

“Another late night,” sighed a restless Victoria Rhodes. “Why do I keep doing this to myself?”

She didn’t bother answering that question as she dragged herself through the front door of the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Jason Leeroy. She tried not to make much noise. It was past midnight and she was the only one on their floor who worked such erratic hours. Even though she was used to the demands of her job at the law firm, she always seemed out of synch with those around her.

The day still shouldn’t have been that long. Several clients insisted on dragging out basic legal proceedings and, ever the opportunist, she volunteered to cover the overtime. It should’ve been over in time for dinner. Instead, it went past sundown and beyond.

“Hell, I know why I do it,” she muttered as she closed the door behind her. “The real question is why I drag the people I love through the muck?”

Housesitting (part 1)

I grew up in a very wealthy area with huge houses, many with pool houses that had bedrooms. I started housesitting in the summer when I was home from college and had couples/families who I sat for regularly. At the end of the summer, before my sophomore year, I sat for a couple, in their 40s, who were both hot as hell. They said they both traveled for work a lot (no kids) and one or both are often gone a couple of days a week or sometimes over a weekend. They wanted to know if I would be willing to live in the pool house the following summer so I would always be available if they would both be gone.

They paid more than any of my other clients and were really nice. They always had the fridge stocked with my favorite food and drinks and didn’t mind if I had a friend or two over while they were gone. I was also single at the time and didn’t expect that to change anytime soon so I figured, why not.

All I want for Christmas is you… Part 1 [MF] [True Story] [Adultery] [Car Sex] [ONS]

**This is a true story, originally I posted about this 6 months ago [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/adultery/comments/a95i52/had_my_first_one_night_stand_last_night/?ref=share&ref_source=link)**

*I’ll write a continuation if there’s enough interested*

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I sat at the bar drinking a coke, contemplating what to do next. I didn’t want to go home. Back to her, back to reality. Self-destructive, looking to ruin things before they could end; I was lonely, but just wanted to be alone.

Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I sat back and resigned myself to my fate as I asked Barman Bill for yet another coke. Still at least Bill liked his job. Chatting with women and making cocktails, but also listening to the sob stories of idiots like me sitting there drowning their self-inflicted sorrows.

“Is it happy hour?”

“Duos Porn star Martini por favor”

Hey you alright?

What’s your name?

Oh Danielle, nice. Oh, you’re here with your work friends?

Who am I here with?

Oh, yeah, my mate Jack. He’s just outside in the smoking area outside.

Oh, when’s he coming back? I don’t know, he’s been gone a while.

I think he said he wasn’t feeling too well.

Party fun. (Teasing, public risk)

You’re at a party, an in-and-outdoor affair and we’ve had one or two drinks apiece. My hands are all over you at every opportunity, mostly light caresses here and there, but some of them very inappropriate. Most out of clothes but some are more… exploratory. As the night goes, the touching gets bolder. Running a hand up your breast but pausing to pinch the fabric where you are poking through ever so slightly, rubbing up your thigh as I lean in to talk to you, lingering on the crotch of your pants, or better yet, unfastening the button as I lean in and tell you to leave it as it is.

We mingle further and down another drink or so before I pull you aside, away from the people. I ask you if you would change into something else, and present you with what looks like a slightly over-sized poncho. I tell I want you shirt though, and you oblige, changing in front of me. With the poncho on you realize how much it flows around your body, covering down nearly to your knees, but lifting teasingly as you move about and it flaps in the gentle breeze. Still, it counts as a top, so what is the harm, neh?

Krossroads Inn Finale [Ghost Story, MF, Ghost Sex]

[Continued from Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cf4sbm/krossroads_inn_part_2_ghost_story_mmf/)

Laura’s sleep was restless, and she tossed and turned in her bed. She was asleep for a few hours when a cold feeling settled upon her. The cold moved along her alabaster skin, lightly leaving a trail of goosebumps and making her warm flesh tingle. The feeling became more substantial and felt as if ice cold fingertips were tracing their way along her body. Not fully awake, Laura could not fight the effects the stroking was having on her, and she felt the warmth growing between her thighs which caused her to let out a moan in her sleep. Suddenly she was literally jerked from her sleep when her body was forcefully pulled down towards the foot of her bed. Her eyes flashed open in panic and she tried to get up, but was instantly pushed back down by an invisible force. Laura looked around the room panicked. She was completely alone, but she could clearly feel hands on her body.