When Jack Adams came home, he put his keys on the table in the hall as usual, and hung up his coat. He heard his wife’s voice — it sounded a little odd, but it was certainly his wife’s voice — call from the living room. “Hi honey!” He called back as he took off his shoes and loosened his tie. “Hey hon!” “Honey, I have a kind of surprise for you.” Jack frowned. Shit, he thought. Did I forget our anniversary? A birthday? “Uhh, ok!” He walked down the hall and turned the corner and his heart missed a beat. “What? Mrs. Brookdale?” His wife Linda was not in the living room. Sitting there on the couch, her legs tucked under her, one hand holding a glass of wine and the other provocatively placed on her thigh, in a skirt and a blouse he’d remembered seeing her wear at a PTA meeting last summer, was his next door neighbor’s wife, Wendy Brookdale. “Hello, Mr. Adams,” she said, in her soft southern accent. “Umm, Hi! Mrs. Brookdale? Nice to ah, see you!” “It’s nice to see you too, Mr. Adams.” She smiled. “I guess Linda just stepped out? I heard her from the foyer…” “Actually, Jack – may I call you Jack? – Linda isn’t here.” “But I just – what?” “Jack, Jack… Jack. It’s fine. Relax. Linda knows I’m here. It’s fine. She knows how you’ve been looking at me. When I’ve been out to water my lawn.” Wendy Brookdale smiled. “It’s only natural, Jack. Your wife is very beautiful, but so am I, Jack. It’s only natural for a man to become… curious.” “I – Mrs. Brookdale, I would never –” Jack sputtered, utterly unsure what to say or do. He realized he’d backed into a corner of the room. Then, the woman in front of him smiled — but it wasn’t a smile he’d ever seen on Mrs. Brookdale’s face — in fact, it reminded him strangely of his wife… “Got you!” the woman laughed. With Linda’s voice. “Oh my god sweety, you should have seen your face.” “What? Linda? How did you….” Grinning, she raised her hand to her neck and gently pinched the skin, then pulled… and the skin stretched… and continued to stretch, a little farther than skin should. “It’s a rubber mask, sweetie. Very fancy. Actually, not just a mask.” Linda gestured down to her breasts, which were a bit larger than hers normally were. “I look and sound just like Mrs. Brookdale, from head to toe.” “Does… she she know about this?” “Ha, no, sweetie. It’s amazing how many photos of people are out there on the Internet. I just told the company her name and address, and this suit came in the mail a few days ago.” “I… can’t believe my eyes. Or ears. You look just like her.” “Close your eyes, sweety.” “Huh?” “Sit down and close your eyes. We’re going to start over.” “Honey, I don’t want you to think–” “Honey,” Linda said, settling into Wendy’s light southern accent. “Close your eyes and let Mrs. Brookdale take care of you.” Jack could hardly believe what was happening. Of course he had fantasized about his neighbor’s wife — she was incredibly beautiful, and busty and shapely in ways his own wife wasn’t. And there was the allure of the forbidden fruit of another man’s woman… Jack obediently closed his eyes and sat down. A moment later he felt warm hands on his thighs. Then the feeling of Mrs. Brookdale nuzzling his crotch. He was hard instantly, and his eyes opened. They met hers. “My my, Mr. Adams. What a package. I can see what Mrs. Adams sees in you.” She brushed a finger against the side of his cock, through his pants. “Let’s get a bigger look at what your wife gets to have.” She undid his zipper, reached in, and gently extracted his engorged cock, the tip already wet with pre-cum. “Ooh, I wonder if you taste different from my husband,” she said, as she lowered her lips to the head of his manhood and began to suck him, her eyes never leaving his. It was all Jack could do not to come right then — it was true, he had dreamed of this, having his neighbor’s wife suck him, and here it was happening — he both knew and forgot that it was really his own wife wearing a mask. The illusion was so complete…
Please Sing to Me [FM] [Str8] [Vanilla] [rom]
I still can't forget the first night I saw you on stage at that old local bar that I used to go to. I'd usually find myself sitting there, on my favorite bar stool, after every single shitty day at work to get trashed on each pint of Samuel Adams I could ever afford at the time. There have been countless moments where I'd get so drunk that if anybody dare laid an eye on me, I would gracefully bless them with a bloody nose given the chance, or either return their cold, glazed stare with a cruel sneer slowly creeping across my lips. What can I say? I was a wreck. Everything I've ever known was slowly and gradually slipping away from me with each sip of beer that I boldly took, and I never thought twice about it. So, as I was saying before, putting aside my sob story about why I visit that place…the moment I saw you timidly dragging yourself across the stage to the microphone, fumbling awkwardly with your guitar strap, I thought that you'd be too shy for the spotlight. Then, you opened your mouth, and I just knew from that moment on, that there was this beautiful voice matching your irresistible features.
Find Our Groove in the Big Easy [Bi, MMF, exh, swing, hotwife, light cuck]
The overall story is fiction, but most of the details come from real life experiences. I hope you enjoy, comments, suggestions and corrections are always welcome either here or as a PM
As is often the case, it started with a kiss. I was standing at the nearly empty hotel bar, a bottle of Abita in hand, enjoying the air conditioning as it dried off the sweat of a sweltering June day spent walking the French Quarter of New Orleans. My gaze drifted from the sportswriters bantering on the TV above the bar, and I saw Laurel walking across the lobby. She’d gone up to our room to change, telling me that the heat was just too much. She just had to get out of the short sleeved top and shorts she was wearing and into something even less restricting.
In her mid thirties, my wife of twelve years still had the power to catch my eye and quicken my heart, even after two kids and all the trials and tribulations that a life lived together has to offer. Her new attire – a strapless summer sun dress that highlighted her hard-won body in all the right ways – just accentuated my desire. I felt my groin swell a bit as I took in the view, from her high heeled pumps all the way to her sparkling, mischievous brown eyes, framed by a face flushed a bit red from too much sun (or so I assumed) and her short, pixie cut brown hair.
Emmy’s games (Part 1) [Msub, Fdom, anal, mast]
This is a continuation on from the 'A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties' series but the start of a new series in its own right.
Previous series here: A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 2 A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 3
“Put my panties on,” says the text message from Emmy.
It is 9:30am and I have just woken up. I look across to the bedside table and see Emmy’s panties sitting there all dried out from last night's shenanigans. I lean over and pick them up, and can’t resist the urge to hold them to my face momentarily and savour their aroma. I do as the text message asked and put on Emmy's cotton panties. They are not what I usually wear, not quite as slutty, but the fact they are hers has me rock hard the instant my cock touches them.
“They are on,” I text back to Emmy.
Immediately I get a text message back. “Good, my little panty slut. Now before you get dressed, go and put a condom on your cock.”
I’ll never forget (FF)
I'm never going to stop thinking about you am I? The curvature of your breasts. The firmness of your stomach. That look on your face right after I break apart from kissing you. I've always loved how you taste. From lips to lips I want to taste you all over again. I still remember the first time. I took you by the hand up your staircase and laid you down on your bed. That was the only time I knew before hand that I was going to take you. I had teased you all day... Whispering in your ear, sending you naughty texts while you were in the other room, grabbing you when no one was looking. And now I could finally take what was mine. You. You looked so beautiful strayed out on the bed. Your hair crazy and flowing over the sheets. Bits of clothing trailing all the way to the front door. All you were wearing now were those cute little lace panties I bought you last week. I climbed onto the bed on all fours… Placing my face right above yours. I'll never forget how you brushed the hair out of my face. That sweet look on your face before I kissed you with as much passion as I could conjure.
The First Time I Met My Future Wife [ffm, fiction, str8, bi, some reluc, oral, voy, mast]
This is what went through my mind the first time I met my wife. It's entirely fictional, just my fantasy, except me walking in in my bath towel with my then girlfriend and her friend, my actual future wife. I've been some version of a fapstronaut for about a year and a half, but will sometimes, well fap, thinking about my wife. This is one of those fantasies I have, and thought why not write it down this time. For whatever reason, the whole thing is generic third person pronouns, he/she/her, etc. I dunno why. Also I made up a couple words. Not sure you needed to know that either. Anyway, hope you like it and without further, uh, ado(sc?)…
Edit: So tabulations don't work in Reddit.
Edit: Actually they do, it means turn the text into some kind of typewriter text. I really don't understand Reddit's CSS coding crap at all… wah.
Edit: I'm not convinced that's readable Reddit. wtf. Excuse me while I now inject extra spacing everywhere.
Edit: Let me get this straight Reddit. One actual space = no space. Two spaces = one actual space. Three spaces = two spaces. … I give up. I'm not editing this any more. For better or worse:
The Maid’s boys (MMF)(Double-Penetration)(Twins)
The Maid's Boys
I do hope you boys plan on paying for that.” Cassandra said with false irritation coloring her tone. The curvy young woman stood against the Pantries door, Chestnut curls falling to frame a sweet, round face with a button nose that was completely at odds with the look in her bright brown eyes.
Both young men attempted to mutter protests and excuses through mouths full of cheese and fruit respectively and she had laughed. They were taller than her by a good six inches, well built country boys. And twins! She knew them too. Garret and Marcus hadn't been their long, but they had all the marks of trouble makers on them from the untamed red hair down. She felt herself heating up just looking at them and shifted her hips in a private, eager movement
“I mean how do you intend on keeping me from talking. The cook is wondering where things have been getting off to in the middle of the night.” A smile spread across her lips as she leaned against the closed pantry door behind her, hands at her sides and hidden in her skirt.
This is the way….[M/F] [Oral]
“Is this how everything ends?” Sofie lamented. “Not with a bang, but with a whimper?” Her hazel eyes shimmered as she pleaded with Paul. He was beginning to question his resolve with each passing moment.
“Shouldn’t we end it with a bang?”
Before he knew it, her sweetly scented lips were pressed hard against his own, Sofie’s nimble, strong fingers quickly working on the silver buckle of his belt.
“One more time, for old time’s sake?” She purred into the warm hollow of his neck. He could feel the silk of her hair against his chin as the words sent shivers down his spine. Was this what he wanted? Of course it was, right? A bang and not a whimper?
A whimper was all that was able to escape his lips as Sofie nipped his hardened shoulder, licking his wound as she moved down his shoulder. He reached to stop her but instead of discouragement his press against her waist encouraged her on.
“Wait…Sofie. This isn’t what I want.”
“Oh? What is it that you want handsome? Me? On my knees while I take your hard cock into mouth?”
Provocative Pictures, Sexy Shorts, Captions Coronated: [MF]/[MMF]/[Oral]/[Mast] Maid to Serve!
Hello folks, as part of a personal writing project, I've decided to start writing 1 short story a day of the naughty nature. These are generally inspired by a GIF, but I don't have any real formula for this process. I'll post today's here; Maid to Serve. I figured a sub like this would appreciate this effort and if you'd like to read the rest/keep up(Or maybe you'd just like a GIF too!), my blog will be key: http://phallictentacle.tumblr.com/
Without any more holdup:
It was a great idea to finally get a maid – Sindra was polite, efficient, listened to directions, didn’t steal, made little noise and commotion, and was nice to look at, to boot. Actually, funny story, my wife initially thought suspicious of her and the company we came from. I almost had to fire her! Sure her outfit was a little….risque, but who am I to judge a young woman who chooses to dress that way(or maybe her company has her dress like that?). I am a faithful husband, though I can’t deny she is attractive, me and my wife’s sex life is great. And when my wife is out of town, my sex life is great with my mistresses. But back to the matter at hand: I admit I wasn’t on the most reputable of sites when I found this….”maid” agency, but their prices were great and I swear I saw it said they could clean on the ad!
Even More MILF Fun [mFFF, anal, oral, mast]
“What the fuck were you doing in there?” My mom was screaming at me.
“Nothing, I swear to God.”
“That's bullshit and you know it. I could smell the pot and I saw John coming out of there. Janet is going to be pissed that you had friends over there. You know how she is,” my mom yelled at me. When she finished her sentence though, I was absolutely relieved. Sure it sucked about her finding out that I was smoking pot, but she didn't find out about our sex-filled afternoon.
“I'm going to call Janet and let her know,” my mom said, now somewhat calm.
“No, you don't have to do that. I'll tell her.” somehow I had convinced her not to call Janet. Aside from being grounded, I had managed to avoid a sure disaster.
“Alright Mikey, but you have to deal with the consequences. You're going to have to do whatever she says,” my mom said.
“That won't be a problem mom,” I answered.
A few days later, Janet came home and my mom forced me to go next door and apologize. Luckily, she was home alone, because even though Janet was cool with what happened, I'm sure her husband wouldn't have been. I knocked on the door and she answered.