Mark and I have been talking for a while now to try dates with James and I alone without mark.. Friday night we trialled this – Mark had a work commitment so suggested I ask James to come pick me up from my work it was so very exciting I was a little giddy!! So James arrived 5 minutes before he was due to pick me up it was nice but not a date it was so nice to chat it made me realise just how much I missed James we haven’t really seen him for about 4 months conversation is easy with James almost as easy as with Mark and we’ve been together more than 9 years… I was with James for about an hour was nice way to break the ice 4 months of not much contact made it a nice reunion for the two of us.. When he left I messaged him saying I can’t wait for our next catchup 😊 Monday was the night!! James and I were going to see each other just the two of us the plan was for Mark to drop me off at 7:30pm but I was early 😊 I opened his security door ready to knock on his door but he opened it before I knocked…
My Secret Part III [M35/F40/F42] [Chastity] [Anal] [Lesbian] [Toys]
*The parts I and II are* [*over there*](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirty_boy96/comments/y7w1bc/my_secret/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*. I advice you to read them first. Enjoy your read.*
After arriving in the bedroom upstairs, my wife ordered me to kneel down in front of the foot end of the bed. She ordered me to stay there and watch. Watching her and my boss making out with each other. Watching two hot women fucking each other.
My wife trained me well, so I followed her order without any hesitation. Totally ignoring my urge to join them in. Totally ignoring the desire to beg them to unlock my limp and useless dick to be able to get hard again. To be able to stick him inside both of them.
At least they allowed me to watch. She could have ordered me to stare at a bedroom wall two. Only able to listen to their fucking noises. Desperately trying imagine what they were doing.
My wife and my boss wasted no time. As soon as they were on the bed, as soon as their bodies touched, they began to kiss each other. Gentle kisses to warm up. Passionate kisses soon after. While kissing, they slowly undressed each other. They freed their hot bodies from their dresses.
I (19) [F] just got driven around naked in the bed of a truck
I don’t own a truck but my bf borrowed his dads truck to move some stuff into our house, so we thought might as well have fun while we have it.
While the truck was still in the garage we put a blanket on the bed of the truck to make it ore comfortable, then he strapped me down completely naked in the bed of his truck, spread so my arms and legs are tied to the corners of the truck bed. He also tied a wand vibrator to my pussy in a way where it would stay put during the drive (he had to look up a tutorial lol.) he had me test my restraints, they worked perfectly, and so with all that done he turned on my vibrator, opened the garage, and drove off.
That first initial hit of the morning sun on my naked body filled me with such terrifying excitement. Especially cause pulling out of our driveway was the most dangerous part cause of everyone’s second floor window would be able to see me. We quickly drove to the main road that didn’t have any houses on the side.
The Step-Daughter (over 250K reads on WattPad)
*A passionate and intimate encounter with his twenty-something step-daughter that will ultimately change everything…*
*(Originally written as a 7 part series and now available in full.).*
I tentatively put my hands on my beautiful step-daughter’s ass cheeks as she lay there. They were exposed because she was almost naked, she was wearing a thong.
I didn’t know that she even owned one.
That must be her mother’s doing.
Her succulent flesh, the weight of her curvaceous rear. It felt so delicious as it moulded to my touch.
I didn’t want to wake her but secretly I did.
The weight and the suppleness of her young and ripe ass felt so delicious in my strong hands.
I let go.
As I released they quickly collapsed back onto each other, creating a ripple across her delicate flesh, it rebounded like a physical echo.
And then, they reformed into that perfect peach.
That robust, athletic and yet tender form of her perfect and ungodly ass.
I wanted to do it again, I wanted to separate those cheeks, feel her flesh in my hand one more time.
I wanted to do it again and then pull aside that thong.
Would she wake? Would it be better or worse if she did?
I didn’t care, I had to find out…..
I leant forward and lifted the soft flesh of her cheeks again, gently at first but I couldn’t help but grope with a little pressure as my rough hands held onto her sumptuous ass.
She stirred a little, a sigh escaped from her lips as her slender but curvaceous form shifted a little to the side and she lifted her right arm from the bed before laying it back down to rest.
For a moment I thought that she would wake, I was nervous that she would, but I also ached for her to come to and delight in what had disturbed her rest.
I tentatively let go of one cheek, letting the weight gently settle upon the divine curvature of her upper thigh.
I held onto the other one and pulled it to the side opening her ass a little and revealing her thong.
The satin black material pressed tightly onto her tight little ass hole and cupped her young, juicy, succulent pussy.
I took one finger off my free hand and slowly slipped it under the material and slid it down, the thrill as the front of my finger stroked along her flesh and the underside along with the thong.
As it raised and separated I saw the cute fleshy pink of her ass hole and the rise and form of the magnificent fruit between her legs.
She stirred a little again but I was entranced. I was salivating and had to stop myself from letting a strand of drool fall from my mouth onto her exposed body.
I began to feel the swelling in my groin, feel the shift and the ache as my cock filled with blood aroused by all of it, her natural physical appeal, my sexual delight and the taboo and the risk.
I had started and now I knew that I had to see this through, no matter the result….
Should She Clean or Live Her Dream? [M68/F38] [voyeurism/masturbation]
Notes:
-part of The Secrets of 22 Lincoln Road series
-this story is fiction
22 Lincoln Road, Apartment 7
‘Knock Knock’
There was a knock on the door. It was a little after 9 in the morning and Nadia was standing in front of Richard Anderson’s door.
That morning she had been up since 6:00 a.m.
She couldn’t sleep because of the excitement and frustration her beloved husband had caused her the night before.
She was hungry for an orgasm but she stayed unsatisfied. In her mind was projecting memories of her university days in her head and after a while she knocked again and nervously pulled her hoodie down more with her right hand to make sure that her ass was covered as she was a practicing Muslim of the so-called proper social manners.
The hoodie was quite loose, it belonged to her son Abdul Junior, which she quickly put on in the morning along with her daughter Fatima’s leggings, which was not surprising, she was the same in height to her daughter and Nadia, despite her age, looked like they were sisters.
I have the best wife! [MF]
I have the BEST wife!
I’m on a quick business trip. Just two nights away from home. Last night when I was getting ready to treat myself to a fabulous dinner I was talking to my wife. We were reminiscing about an adventure we’d had at that same hotel and restaurant. The same places my wife had a solo adventure with a guy friend just a few weeks ago. I said something like “I wish you were here with me now.” Her response was that she had a surprise waiting for me later. By which I assumed when I got home.
I get to my restaurant and go to the lounge for a drink. I’m texting with my wife and she asks if I’m ready for my surprise. And then she texts me a picture of my back sitting at the bar.
“Have fun babe! Turn around.”
Behind me is her friend “Gail.” Tall, brunette, fit. And just as gorgeous as my own wife. We have a drink and a slightly rushed dinner. Turns out that when my wife found out Gail was also in town she set this up for us. Not our first time together, but our first time one in one.
Fixing your computer. And you
“I think there is a problem with the connection,” the IT guy says. “I might need to be here sometime.”
He is under your desk, and you have already been waiting ten minutes to get back to work. You have a ton of emails to respond to. Why do these things always happen on days when you are super busy?
He’s a good looking guy, you think as he smiles sympathetically. Nice firm ass, you notice as he returns to his work.
“Look, is there any way I can carry on working while you do that?” you ask. “I’m miles behind with my emails.”
He shrugs. “Sure. As long as you think I won’t distract you. Your email should be working fine, but you won’t be able to access any of your software packages.”
He goes back to work and you resume your seat. You’re acutely aware your skirt is short. He is facing away from you right now, but if he turns around he is going to get an eyeful of your panties.
The Cookout Tease [FM]
Andrew and I had planned a cookout for Memorial day weekend. We planned it as safely as we could- outdoors, we have plenty of space between the backyard, the deck and the patio. We invited my husband’s family that lived nearby, our friends that were in the area, and planned to have the pool open and the traeger going first thing in the morning. All in all, we were expecting around 40 people.
One person my husband wasn’t expecting was Andre. I had met Andre last year, in a story for another time, and we had met up twice since then. After some internal back and forth about whether it was a good idea or not, I reached out to him and invited him. Our cover story, which I gave to my husband, was that he was a co-worker whose family was out of state for the holiday weekend, while he stayed behind to watch the dog and finish a project at work that had a deadline. We’d socialized with co-workers and their spouses before, so this wasn’t too much of a stretch.
[m34,F25] changing room, love eggs, game, stranger, shopping mall, changing room
You are sat inside the pub, I catch your eye from across the bar as you out with the girls doing lunch. As you sip on your drink as I come up to order food I make sure I slide beside you, the bar isn’t busy but your eyes were to much to not ignore.
As I give out my table number, you take the risk and say ‘is that the only number you are giving out today?’ I slip you my number and walk away with a smile.
I eat, struggling to keep my eyes off you, your slim figure with tight, round arse shown off perfectly in your tight jeans, your hour glass figure shown off perfectly as you gaze over your shoulder to make sure I’m still checking you out.
I leave, but I text you, ‘do you want to play a game?’ You reply simply with ‘…?’
‘I’ve left a bag, it’s a pink paper bag, follow the instructions inside and the game will begin, it’s like adult hide a seek’
You win, I treat you to whatever you want, I win, you treat me.
Kinky supply teacher turned out to be anal only [MF]
One of the perks of being a teacher was the number of women it brings you into contact with. For a young and single guy it could be a lot of fun. It wasn’t just the regular permanent staff, there were often fresh faces in the form of supply teachers and students.
As an aside, some of the kinkiest girls and women I’ve been with were teachers. Maybe it’s the persistent veneer of professionalism they needed to have all day, bottling up their wilder sides until they get uncorked. Judy definitely fits into this category.
She was a supply teacher. About 10 years older than me. I helped her out with a few things when she first arrived. I checked her out, mainly her legs due to the fishnets she was wearing, and at first glance I thought she otherwise wasn’t my type: a little plain, dare I even say dowdy. We got chatting though and she was funny. And flirty. She made it very clear in our conversation that she lived alone. Maybe she thought she was being subtle but I knew she wanted me to know she was single. I saw her at break and lunchtime too. We got on well. Really well. Home time comes around and I check in, wondering if I should invite her out. I needn’t have wondered as she asked me.