Cuckolding for us is very cerebral. Unfortunately most replies online are along the lines of “what’s she look like” or “I’ll fuck her”. This only pushes her away from pursing it.

Years ago my wife had a coworker that lead us down the cuckolding path. Now here we are, with all kinds of thoughts on it but can’t find the same thing.

He slowly befriended her and that lead to me meeting him at work functions. Next thing you know we are all friends and he is in our lives. There was never a “wham bam” moment where it was cuckolding. It was more of a slow burn. Innocent flirting at first. Then more obvious flirting that just seemed erotic. Angie or I never stopped it because it just seemed fun and erotic. Looking back I feel this was either his plan or he saw this and exploited it. He was never an ass and would slowly push things but then back off. Such as… One time we all went out together to a bar. He was dancing and flirting with her, hands on places and such. I really felt like a third wheel and I feel they noticed this. I wasn’t upset but was like wow. No one talked bout it. Maybe if we had talked about I would have been negative enough it would have stopped. After that night we never talked about it and it didn’t happen for awhile. Like he wanted us to yearn for it until he would do it again. And that’s exactly what happened. It was like an addiction. I wanted to see them dancing, I wanted to see her excited, I wanted to feel like a third wheel. I really feel like he sensed this in Angie and I. It was part of his power play.

Art of Illusion [F]

She wants to play mind games with you; to have you wanting and aching for more.

She wants to fuck your mind before you fuck her body and introduces you to devious desires you never knew you craved.

She wants you to have a sense of control even though She’s calling all the shots.

She wants you. Or is that just an illusion?

C. Stephens

Lonely wet lips [F/M]

My tongue presses against the base of your shaft as my cheeks sink in, still holding you completely in my mouth. I turn my head side to side and grind my face into you. Your cock is surrounded by the tightness of my throat and you don’t feel me gagging.

I pull up just enough so you never leave my throat and push back down again, hard. I see your fingers gripping the sheets as I grind your organ into my needy throat. My mouth suctions you with just the right amount of pressure. I pull back up, all the way off and spit my spittle lewdly onto your cock several times.

My hand smears the silken spit lube on your shaft as I speak, “More?”

“Uh-huh” are the only words you can muster as you pant.

I pull my hand back and swallow you in one fluid gulp, straight down into my throat. I lift off my knees even more and arch my back so I can rock my face into you, digging your cock into my throat as far as it can possibly go. You feel my throat clenching your flesh as I start gagging. I open my mouth so you can hear the dirty, sloppy sounds that come from you being so far in my throat. My fingertips push into your taint, massaging your prostate with gentle pressure as my mouth comes up again, then back down just before you leave my throat.

I Fucked our High School Valedictorian in the Woods… [M/F]

Our high school valedictorian was an 18-year-old girl named Maya. She was your typical top of the line student. She was wicked smart. Plus, she was super kind and talked to everybody, not like one of those hermit smart people. She was an Indian girl that was tall and lean. She had a very pretty smile and was always giving people funny looks. She usually wore baggy sweatshirts and t-shirts that hid her medium sized boobs from display. To contrast her conservative top half, she would wear those very short athletic shorts which showed off her strong legs. She never acted perfect at school. It was very clear that she was just as human as all of us. She was always very friendly with everybody, but never too friendly. As far as I knew, she had never had a boyfriend, and I had suspected that her status made her seem unapproachable to most guys. In our summer before college, I got to know her a little better though.

One Tease Too Many

You had been teasing me all weekend. But kept telling me you “weren’t in the mood.”

When you bent over in front of me to pick something up, that was the last straw.

So I got up, grabbed you by the wrist and waist, and set you on the couch.

“I told you, I don’t feel like sex”, you said.

I replied, “Well, you should think twice about flashing your pussy then.”

With that, I held your hands with mine, and dove in.

Kisses up and down your slit. Taking your lips between mine.

You squirmed and whimpered.

But I was on a mission. You should not have pushed me so far.

You were getting aroused.

Your fragrance.

The wetness.

Up and down your lips. My fingers massaging you methodically.

Grazing your clit.

Seeing you swell.

I slipped a finger in. Then another. I massaged your canal. In a “come here” motion.

My tongue found your button.

Gentle. Swirling. Probing.

You gave in. You relaxed. You closed your eyes.

I built you up. Higher. Higher.

[M4M]The Brainwash Lab: is Too Effective[rape][Mind control][Hypnosis]

Tyler couldn’t remember who he used to be, what his true given name had been before entering the lab. All he could remember was what he had been taught, what had been programmed into his brain.

He knew he was meant to satisfy those in power, the higher-ups that frequently visited the facility, and honestly, he was eager to do it. Perhaps it was a result of the insatiable sexual appetite the brainwashing process has instilled in his mind, or perhaps it was the fact that he might have been a sexual creature before being kidnapped. It didn’t really matter to him

What did matter was the fact that the higher-ups didn’t come as frequently as his high libido wished they would, and so Tyler had to find a loophole to enjoy some wild, gay sex more and more often.

His methods had come to the attention of the researchers and scientists who had developed the brainwashing technique used on every single subject, and it was a cause of great concern.

A Nationwide Drought Means Family Bathtime [Part 4][Incest][M/FFF]

**”There will be some ground rules, don’t get me wrong.” Mom spoke.** “*Not* around the house, willy-nilly. This isn’t some orgy house. And *never* in public, we not all in some ‘quad-ouple’.” She huffed. “We are simply a family that’s found a way to… please each other in certain physical manners, under specific circumstances that are out of our control.”

“Mmm, Mom found us all a way to get some dick, no strings attached. Who cares that it’s our brother?” Claire said with a massive smile on her face, shooting me a wink. I could feel my cheeks flush.

“If anyone at any point chooses to stop involving themselves, that is their right and their decision will not be questioned. Understood?” Mom continued.

“Mmhm.” Emily nodded respectfully, agreeing to the terms. Claire and I nodded as well. The rules were straight and simple, though I wasn’t entirely sure if we’d be following them all too closely…

“That being said. I’m glad we’ve grown as a family through these hard times.” Mom said with a smile. “Now, who’s ready for bathtime?”

An Exciting Study Session PART 3 [MF] [HUMILIATION] [ROUGH] [DIRTY TALK] [EXHIBITIONISM]

[[Hello again, this is the final part that I have written. There is definitely room to add on more, so please let me know if that is something I should do! Please enjoy!]]

Chapter 5

She gasps, launching forward in her seat a bit. “No! Wait just..” She realizes her mistake immediately. She shouldn’t have shown that she wants him to stay, not after all the things he’s just said. “We just have..I mean, there’s a lot of questions still..we can still start over.” She tries to save herself but her defense is weak and truly pathetic.

Shane laughs at her struggling. “Oh? Now you want me to stay. I thought I was being ridiculous, huh?” He shakes his head and turns himself back around. “Quit bullshitting me about the homework. You’re a smart girl and I know you’re not dumb enough to think your sorry fuckin excuses are working.”

“I-..” She is interrupted.

“Shut up.” He silences her as he crosss his arms. “Look at yourself..you’re shaking and covered in sweat. I can only imagine what your little pussy looks like right now. Probably dripping wet and begging to be stuffed by me.” A smile creeps onto his face as he thinks of it. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you? be honest.”

Memories of Paradise (MF NonCon Breeding Somnophilia)

In the darkness, hands roamed her body. She didn’t really wake up until her nightshirt was pulled up though. Rebecca tried to open her eyes, but she couldn’t; she was paralyzed. She tried to bolt upright, to use her hands to pull her shirt down, to scream, but she couldn’t do anything. Instead, she lay there as unfamiliar hands roamed her helpless body, groping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She couldn’t even sigh or squirm as the sharp sensations assaulted her. She just endured them, breathing evenly as she was molested. Soon enough those hands started to drift down her body. It wasn’t hard to guess where they were going and disgust surged inside of her as she redoubled her efforts to defend herself as she strained against her unresponsive body. That did nothing to stop her molester from pulling her panties aside and sliding something inside her though. She felt her lips stretch to accommodate the girth of the invader and she raged internally at the violation.

That was when she woke up panting, with her boyfriend halfway inside of her. “Jesus Christ, Cameron,” she hissed, pushing him off of her before she curled up instinctively to protect herself. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing.”