Vacation Surprise

My wife and I are both in our 40’s. We are a fit, attractive couple. One of the things we love to do is travel.

A few years back we planned a nice beach vacation. It was a gorgeous all-inclusive resort that was adults only. When we don’t have our kids with us we prefer not to see any kids at all.

Whenever we go on a beach vacation, I like my wife to wear smaller bathing suits. It’s a turn on for me to see her in public like that and she is happy to oblige.

On this particular trip, we had a very social vacation. We met a whole bunch of other couples that we hung around with. We spent our days getting a tan, lying on the beach and by the pool, and day drinking with all our new friends.

At the end of one of the days everyone started packing up to head back to their room and get ready for dinner. Our beach stuff was away from everyone else’s so I went to get it all ready while my wife stayed back and socialized. I came back about 10 minutes later and everyone was heading out. We went back to our room, showered and headed out for dinner.

The Letter F [MF] [hotpast] [gentle femdom] [bodywriting] [short]

I noticed it at dinner. She was wearing a deliciously low cut dress, red, my favourite. She leaned forward to say something softly to me, I don’t even remember what, all I remember is the scent of perfume, the slip of her dress, and the F.

Just there, just beneath the silk written on her breast, in black, ink? Makeup? The letter F.

She knows I saw and I know the motion was deliberate. Everything about tonight has been deliberate, from the choice of venue (our first date), to the dress (the last I bought her before I left) to the F written on her left breast.

We kiss like teenagers the entire Uber ride back to hers, she tastes familiar yet different; her choice of wine has changed but her tongue still does that thing. Her body presses against me, I feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her dress and my shirt. The driver must hate us. My hand slips up her dress to find lace, heat, dampness. She spreads her legs a little. The driver must love us.

Sensitive Situations (Part One) [MF]

Your dark, toned legs rest either side of me. Your knees reach halfway up my chest, and behind you I can make out your smooth calves and upturned feet. Above me, your chest rises gently up and down, rhythmically lifting and lowering your ample breasts. Between us, my throbbing erection points skyward. You brush your hair out of your eyes and smile. Are you as excited as I am?

Leaning down toward me you lightly kiss my neck, slowly working your way from my collarbone up and up towards my ear. Your hands go the other way, running down my chest hair, your nails lightly scratching my skin as they descend toward my waist. As your mouth reaches my ear you pause, mouth open, breathing intentionally so that your warm breath engulfs me. Calms me. You begin working your mouth way back down my neck, gently tracing my upper jawline with your tongue. As you reach my lips I reciprocate, opening my mouth. Locked in a passionate kiss, I begin moving my hands up your rib cage, stopping as I feel the underside of your breasts on the top of thumbs.

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Nymsya – Chapter 7 & 8 (COMPLETE)

In a few days, Nymsya used what little influence she had around the castle and through little suggestions, managed to hold a hunt the prince would be a part of. Thankfully for her, it wasn’t that hard. Offer here, handjob there, a coin over there and suddenly there was a hunt being organised. It was almost scary to see it rolling.

The prince, his personal entourage and several older male guests would be joining the hunt and the prize… was some weapon or something else that Nymsya had no interest in. Her sole interest was in the prince.

Of course even during the hunt he would be protected by his guards. Crossbows were a far too common weapon in these lands and it didn’t take a marksman to plant one in the right spot and disappear in the woods.

But then, she wasn’t a marksman. She wouldn’t need a crossbow.

As the hunt started, all the participants fled off into the woods on their horses. She took off on foot from behind the castle. She walked through the woods like a ghost. It was a little known fact that succubi, the demons of attention could also swing it the other way and become unnoticeable at times.

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel; Chapter 12 Part 2 (MMF) (FFM) (Intense Orgasm)

She kisses him back, moaning into his mouth. She pushes herself up and wraps her arms around Wyatt’s neck and kisses him, one hand grasping his cock and stroking it gently. “I’d love nothing more, sir,” she says trying to sound confident even as her legs shake slightly in anticipation.

“That’s a good girl. I’m just getting started with you,” he says back.

“And you two?” he calls over his shoulder. She glances over at them and sees Monique kneeling on the floor with the boss’s cock in her mouth.

“He likes to be sucked until he’s good and hard before he fucks,” Anna calls out to her, a reminder that tonight is temporary. She’s still the best at pleasing her master and knows what she wants.

“Not a bad idea, little lady,” Wyatt says, wrapping both of her hands around his thick shaft. “Get to work.”

Like a good slut, Anna gets on her knees in front of Wyatt, gently strokes his shaft, and closes her lips around his tip, sucking hungrily. She hopes to impress him with the skills she has perfected over the past few months.

[f4M]. The Milf and her Son’s best friend

Eric stared in amazement. Wide eyed and mouth agape, he was more than amazed. He was in heaven on earth, as he watched ,whom he’d swear was a literal goddess, ride him with immeasurable enthusiasm.

His eyes were transfixed on that stunning set of d cups, bouncing in a steady rhythm. Through pleasure he couldn’t resist grasping them. Something he dreamt about since the day he ever began to notice women.
The contrast of his large white hands exploring her smaller brown body was just another thing that made this forbidden endeavor even hotter. They couldn’t deny it.

His bed frame began to creak and rock under the influence of her steady hip movements. Eric grunted in appreciation of every motion. His increasing need of her expressed by the force he exerted by slamming their bodies back together. A motion encouraged by the song she sung out in pleasure.

Eric Porter knew then and there, that dreams do come true. All those times daydreaming about Katlin Anderson weren’t just a fantasy anymore. He knew that his best friends mother was going to have her first heavenly orgasm on his dick.

Stacy & Madeline [FF] [seduction] [oral]

Stacy sighed.

Typical Trevor bullshit. She didn’t know what Madeline saw in the guy.

“Hey, I know some parties,” Trevor had said. Yeah, that’d been a lie.

“C’mon, Stacy,” Madeline had said, “Come out with us, it’ll be fun.” She was smarter than that, hotter than that, could do better than Trevor.

And that creep, Brad, who followed Trevor around like he was on a leash. Who kept looking at Stacy when he thought she wasn’t looking. Who had nothing intelligent to say, ever.

But Stacy didn’t want Madeline going alone with Trevor and creepo Brad, so she’d rolled her eyes, tucked her red hair around her shoulder, and climbed into the back seat of Trevor’s piece of shit Mercury Sable with the peeling paint and knocking engine.

They’d rolled slow down the dark, damp streets. Brad had kept his hands to himself, but he kept glancing over, gaze mostly falling on her chest. Stacy could tell he wanted to try something, wanted to touch the bra that was, when the light was right, visible through her sheer top. But fuck that.

I Met You On a Walk (Part 3) [FM] [Fdom] [Msub] [BDSM]

You hesitated before you got up and led me down a hallway. You paused for a moment before opening the door. Your face was bright pink, ears matching. Impatiently, I swung the door open and wrapped my arms around your neck, pulling you in as I kissed you hungrily. The taste of your lips on mine made me want you right then and there. I threw you onto your bed, I noticed a few dress ties on the floor and grabbed a couple. Right before I could begin tying your hands you stopped, telling me you had something else I could use.

From under the mattress corners you exposed leather clasped shackles. You moved to the head of the bed, reaching under exposing a lead. Intrigued, I studied your face, trying to find any indication as to why you had a lead tied to your bed frame. Abashed, you reached into the drawer of your nightstand and brought out a box. Inside the box neatly laid a black leather collar, a ball gag, and a silken blindfold. You slowly slipped the collar on yourself and showed me the loop the lead attached to. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.

My Sexy Dirty Ex-Wife [MF] [Swing]

My ex-wife, Julianne (not her real name) and I had dated for nearly 2 years before we decided to move in together We live together for about a year before we got married and we were married for about 2 years at the time of this story.

Julianne had the girl next door look. She was taller about 5’8″ to 5’9″, long ass legs, dark almost dusky skin, dark brown hair, big brown eyes. Her tits were large and her ass was tremendous. She was very gregarious especially when she was drinking. Our sex life was very good at the beginning however after a time things were getting a little mundane.
To break the monotony during sex we started discussing our fantasies. I told her that I had a voyeuristic side and I’ve had it for a long time, she was very intrigued, because she was a bit of a exhibitionist. We shared quite a few secret fantasies over the coming months, to put it bluntly, her kinky matched my kinky!

One of my favorite things was watching her troll on our
social media account to attract single or married men, to message, flirt, and share nude pics. We broached the idea of swinging, however our professions were very public, and we didn’t want to risk our jobs.