[MF][Bondage][Cuckold][Non-Cons] He Borrowed My Wife

My name is Danny. This is a story where I experienced my wife being used by another man, against both of our will. Well, as you would eventually read, this statement is not fully accurate for her part.

I married a petite young brunette named Aida. At 5’7 and 110 pounds, with long flowing brown hair, busty 36c boobs and a size 34 ass, I believe I acquired myself an asset. Aida’s a soft country girl, being soft and demure, with such a sweet smile which have melted plenty of hearts, including mine.

The story begins when I took her for a weekend getaway, to escape the hustle and bustle of the big city we live in. We travelled to a small, quiet village, renting a cozy little antique house to settle in for a few days.

This little village is well known for its natural landscape. Civilization was intentionally developed at a very minimum level, where the most technologically advanced gadget you may find is only a colour television, and the few cars used by villagers and tourists alike.

The villagers themselves were a quiet bunch, and their favourite pastimes were either fishing in the lakes or chilling by an ancient small coffee shop.

GoldenMilf (MF)

GoldenMilf

Dennis was introduced to sex
By Goldeneye
When he sat in his living room with his older best bud
Who’s stolen the VHS and would soon be caught,
And Xenia Onnatop appeared onscreen,
In her green dress and with her sultry, jaded smile
Seven year old Dennis began to feel a way he’d never felt.

And when Xenia Onnatop strangled that man with her
Thighs, in a plush bedroom and he cried,
“I can’t breathe!”
That was when seven-year old Dennis knew this ritual
Was for him. Except he’d be able to breathe,
Always.

Twelve years later, Dennis sits in his dorm room,
Fucked up off Oxycontin.
He stole it from his Father,
Who went back to drinking and fell and hurt his leg
And had surgery but Dennis does not give a shit
If his Dad needs painkillers. He needs a drug other than pot
(which he already got in trouble for dealing)
and he wants to feel mellowed out
he’s got enough testosterone to go around
So he sits there, high out of his mind,
Stares at his computer and thinks,
I’d better work on some of those photos
For my photo class.
But then he thinks, nah.

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[XP] The Beta Codes [Str8] [sci-fi] [fantasy] [nc/reluc] [bodyswap]

“Check it, dudes!” Steve exclaimed, barreling into the room. “Got the beta codes!”

“Nice, bro.” Lance offered, eyeing the box he was lugging around warily.

“What’s the rest of the stuff?” Chris offered, pointing to it.

“Some kind of VR peripheral that goes with the game, or something. Like a Kinect, I think.”

Steve unwrapped the box and pulled out three of the four sensor bars in it, giving one each to Lance and Chris, perching the final one on top of his own monitor.

“Who’s the fourth one for?” Chris asked. “Your girlfriend?”

Steve nodded as Lance smirked and mimed a whip crack. “Better to give it to Lee, dude. Girls suck at games like these.”

“First of all, fuck you.” Steve offered flatly. “Second, I seem to recall Linda whooping your ass all the way up and down Rainbow Road the last time she came over.”

“Pshaw”, Lance offered, “Mario Kart is kiddie stuff.”

“And _third_ of all, fuck you again.” Steve pressed on. “She wants in on this, and I’m not getting in the fucking doghouse for Lee.”

Office Gangbang [MMMf] [Str8] [fSub] (long)

I wrote this story for my wife after she confessed to me that she sometimes fantasizes about being taken by multiple men, especially at work, and that on occasions when she’s the only girl in a meeting, her imagination can go a little wild. I write stories for her from time to time to get her excited, and she liked this one so much we thought I’d share it here. Hope you all enjoy it as much as she did.

On a week long visit to the Seattle office, miles and miles from the cock you normally rely on for satisfaction, you are frustrated as you’ve probably ever been. As each night comes, you find yourself furiously rubbing out another sub par orgasm, even browsing all kinds of porn to see what could do the trick. You need a fuck. Bad. This is as obvious as the days go by as you maintain extended eye contact, brush against, and openly flirt with any acceptable looking male in your day-to-day activities in the office.

[mf] Camping trip with my girlfriend

My girlfriend and I were on a camping trip with all the other highschool seniors to celebrate graduation. It was super hot that weekend so all the girls were jumping in the river and walking around in their small bikinis. My GF is pretty sexy, all the guys were staring at her big perky tits in her teeny string bikini.

We drank a lot that day, by the time the sun went down she was getting pretty sloppy, I finally coaxed her into the tent before the could pass out. We have been boyfriend and girlfriend for almost 4 months now and she’s only let finger her tight pussy so far. I’ve put her hand my cock while making out but she always pulls away shyly. I know she wants it because her pussy is always super wet when we make out​. This time I was determined to get a little more, she’s not a virgin anyway because she fucked Kevin last summer, so I don’t know what the big deal is.

We’ve Been Naughty [mf][inc][oral][mast][insertion][toy]

>*Author’s Note: This story was entered in Literotica’s Winter Holiday Contest. It didn’t win but it received over 40,000 views, rated a 4.25 out of 5, and received many ‘likes’ and ‘favorites’. So as a thank you to Reddit readers who’ve supported me over the years, I give to you this holiday greeting card. Thanks for reading and happy holidays.*

Christmases at home have always been fun and joyful, full of food, drink, lots of TV watching and good times with family. My parents decorated the home in Christmas lights and put the inflatable Santa on the lawn to please me, their baby girl, returning from her first semester in college. After my six hour drive home, I was happy to see my dad in the open garage deep frying a turkey in peanut oil. Beside him was my cousin, Kyle. I was glad to see him too.

[MF] The Loving Wife

It was a normal Wednesday night when my husband came home from his day job at the office. He strolled anxiously through the front door, slamming it shut. Another hard day at work it looks like. I had already prepared him his favorite Italian sub sandwich, and an ice cold Miller Lite on the table stand with the T.V. remote on the couch. Hearing his exhausted sigh as I walked down the steps, I only wore the extra-large black hoody that he gave me on the day we first made love. He had already hanged up his coat, and took off his tie to reveal the dashing black dress shirt. When I first appeared, his tired blue eyes looked at me lovingly, like an angel descending to give a hungry man his meat and wine. We greeted each other quietly as we hugged each other. His arms reached around my hips, tightening as we clasped lips.

After a long minute, I pulled away whispering “Hey there babe…”

“Hey honey…” he breathed lowly, and humbly.

The Chair [MF] [BDSM] [str8]

The way the ropes were, he couldn’t move his head, so his vision was static, just the white wall with sunlight splashed on it and empty space in his peripherals. The time: mid-morning. The risk: discovery. If he strained his ears, he could hear the shush-shush of her bare feet against the floor behind him. His own feet were tied to two of the legs of his chair.

Her hand was on the top of his head, in his hair. He felt almost overheated. There was a bead of sweat running down his back. The ropes were real hemp rope, like what you might use on a ship or a hammock, and scratched warmly a little if he moved. She traced her hand down over his ear and was using her nails by the time she reached the side of his throat. “I fantasize about everything I’ll do to you. You or someone like you.”

Meeting with the boss [MF, Oral]

I had left the paper about two weeks ago when my boss asked me over to her house to discuss the problem.

She could only offer a certain amount of money which I wasn’t really happy with, although the main problem was M, the bitch I had to deal with every day.

I went over to see S, my boss, at around 1pm. When she opened the door, her blonde hair was tied up and she was wearing a thin blue T-shirt and jeans, with dust on them.

I’d always thought she was hot in a thin, elegant sort of way and checked out her lean, fit body and the beautiful curve of her neck. She reminded me a bit of Rosamund Pike.

S invited me in and explained the dust on her jeans by saying she had been baking.

There were toys on the floor from the kids and the smell of a great cake.

S was in full mum mode, gorgeous in that tired, thrown together mum way when you’d love to strip them and fuck them just to make them relax a bit.