GF cheated, so I cream-pied her friend [MF]

So, by this point in Natalie’s and my relationship things were already close to ending, but there was a final straw. There had already been multiple fights drawn out over days and even a time where we took a break from our relationship but then decided to try again.

This story begins with another evening spent arguing which culminated with me telling her to leave my apartment. She begrudgingly agreed and went on her way.

In the morning, I noticed I received a few texts from a friend of mine that had spent the night bar hopping. She saw Natalie having drinks and being openly flirty and touchy with a man. My friend gave me a brief description of the man and I realized that she had met up with her ex. Naturally, I was pretty pissed-off, but I decided to wait till I saw Nat again before saying anything.

A couple of days later Nat asks to talk and I tell her to come over, hoping to catch her in a lie. She walks into my apartment wearing a light-colored sundress with some sandals. I always loved seeing her in her sundresses and she fucking knew it too. She began by giving me a bull-shit story about how she went and reflected on things when she spoke to her friend Molly that night blah, blah blah.

[M]y first time [F]ucking a [M]arried Couple turned into my first time as a bull [MFM]

Before I begin, I’m about 6 feet tall and, at this point, was still pretending I was an athlete. So not the current dad bod, but we aren’t talking Adonis either. Blonde, blue eyes, nothing too special at this point. And, just a disclaimer, the husband in this situation was smaller than me. I aint massive like Brazzrs men, but blessed with a thicker than average cock.

I was approached by a woman (let’s call her A) at a bar asking if she could borrow some of my time, as I wasn’t from around the area (still in my undergrad, out of state). I buy us each a drink and hear out A’s plan: she wants another man to fuck her while her husband (H [I know, very original]) joins in. I guarantee she didn’t choose me because of my looks or anything like that, but a young guy is usually always game for sex. Which I very much was.

My friends mom [F] and I [M] have a sex-relationship [Part 2]

Thank you for your private messages and your interest in this storyline! If you haven’t read Part 1, I highly recommed it to read it before this story.

My friends mom [F] and I [M] have a sex-relationship from gonewildstories

This story is set directly after Part 1.

So Susan and I just had very exhaustive sex and are now drinking a 250€ bottle of champagne. While we do so, she asked me about my favorite position and what kind of things I would like to try with her next time. I tell her that I am not that much experienced with many positions, but I’m very into doggystyle. I also say to her that I’m very open to try many different things with her because the sex I had before with other women, was mostly just missionary and a bit doggy, so not something very special or experimental. I ask her what she likes sexwise and she says to me: “As you have just experienced, I like it really rough sometimes. I like it to be used and I like it to be your submissive fuckdoll. But I also love it to have passionate, romantic sex.”

Eric and Jess’ Bathroom Fun [Shower sex][romance][invisibility][blowjob][cream-pie][masturbation][from behind][bathroom sex][throat fucking][voyeur][squirting]

—the next day—

(All characters presented are of legal age, all sexual activities are consensual)

[Pt.One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vzo4d5/my_erection_makes_me/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Pt.Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w63ouz/eric_looses_his_virginity_cherry/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

I woke up alone, naked, and feeling sore. I sat up and looked around my apartment. The memories of yesterday were a fresh image in my mind. The vision of Tina’s body, the scene from the bathroom, and bringing Tina home, were all forefront of my mind.

I felt sticky with sweat; I needed a shower. I pushed myself up from my futon and began making my way to the bathroom, grabbing some clothes and a towel. When I got to the door, it was locked, weird. I stuck my fingernail in the simple lock and rotated it, unlocking it. I opened the door, and a rush of steam hit me in the face as the shower was already on.

The curtain was thrown open, Tina was standing there, her nice chubby body slick with liquid. She wore nothing but a wide, friendly smile.

“Morning sweetums.” She said, waving me inside.

All the blood rushed to my face, and other places. “Hey, I’ll let you finish,” I said, turning to exit the bathroom.

My sexy, successful–and well-endowed–wife [M/F 30s] [fem-dom] [pegging]

My partner and I have been together for over 10 years. We love each other very much. She is a research scientist and professor who went to a top university and has an impressive career. I’m very proud of her success and I love to see her come home at the end of a demanding day at work, looking powerful, smart, and sexy in her tastefully chosen work clothes. I have a good job as a schoolteacher, but my work is less prestigious than hers, I make far less money, and I focus more on maintaining our home, cooking meals, and caring for our two kids.

The other night when she came home from work (quite late, as usual), she gave me a quick kiss and then announced, a bit breathlessly, “I have great news. I got the directorship!” She had applied for a major promotion within her research lab a month earlier; I could tell from her sparky tone of voice and the quick, supple gestures with which she animated her words that, despite the long day, she felt exultant and energized by this professional coup. I also suspected from the way she spoke and moved that, as I had observed in the past, her heightened energy and affect at realizing this career ambition had an erotic tinge to it. “I want to celebrate,” she said, “and I know just how I want to do it.” Cocking an eyebrow, she slowed her rate of speech and lowered the pitch of her voice, until it was utterly peremptory: “Go get yourself a glass of wine. Go to the bedroom. Take off your clothes, lie on the bed, and wait for me. You may not touch yourself.”

Blowing my [F] roommate’s boyfriend

As I had mentioned in my previous stories I was becoming the campus suck slut. My roommate started dating a guy almost right away at college. He was really cute and she told me he was good in bed too. My roommate and I got along well as roommates but we weren’t best friends or anything. She was fairly slim and athletic with B cup boobs and I was thicker with heavy big D cups. I’d always catch her boyfriend sneaking glimpses of my cleavage and I’d wear low cut things because I liked the attention.

One morning she was gone for class already and I was just waking up and still a little groggy when I heard a knock at my door. I was just wearing sleep shorts and a tiny tank top when I opened and saw him.

“Hey” I said “she’s at class”

“I know. But I was on my way to work out and realized I left my headphones here “

“No problem. Come in and get them”

[MF] spontaneous workday morning…

I’ll start this story by telling you I’m pregnant. If you have ever been pregnant or been intimate with a pregnant person, you may know that it’s an incredibly horny and hormonal time. I feel like I’m a teenager again and can’t get enough….

Anyway, with that being said I woke up naturally very early one morning extremely turned on. My husband was sound asleep next to me and I didn’t want to wake him up because I knew he’d had a late night. I quietly slipped out of bed to go downstairs and started reading one of the smutty novels I’ve been into lately. Thinking this might take the edge off (I knew it wouldn’t be enough) I decided to send my husband a dirty text. This is the first time I’d done something like this so I was definitely a little nervous to hit send. I wrote “when you wake up take a shower and come find me and fuck my mouth till you come.”

getting softly dominated on [m]y [f]irst date by a friends old bully

ive been really nostalgic lately for old hookups and thought I’d share this story too since it’s a fun one I think back on a lot.

Back in the end of college I was terminally horny. I’d had an incredibly passionate , short fling with a girl and I had my heart ruined and was trying to get in basically anything with legs.

I was 21, fresh out of theatre school and kind of looked like a tall teen still. Ive got an iron jaw but a baby face, no beard, and still kinda dress like West 49 is the only store I know about. Luckily for me at the time this worked on tinder decently.

I matched with this incredibly cute little goth girl, and I was so excited about it because, well. We all love goths. She was about 5″0, with an incredibly tight dancers body. She had tight black hair she wore straight, or in two buns. We hit it off right away talking about music and performance, since shed just graduated theatre school too. She was mutuals with my girl next door friend, so i had to ask her what she was like. She told me that girl bullied her a bunch in high school, was always mean to her, degraded her.

The Lottery: Part 1 [exhib, humil, WAM]

The Lottery

Licensed Under the Creative Commons License CC-BY-SA 4.0.

Sex content: M+/F, FF, incest (F/d, M/s, b/s), humiliation, exhibitionism, impregnation.
WAM content: eggs, honey, flour, clothing destruction

It was a warm, sunny day in June when the villagers assembled for the lottery. Every resident aged between 18 and 50 was required to be there. The elders looked after the children while the younger adults carried out the ritual. Or just watched. The rule was that witnessing the ritual was mandatory, but participation was optional–unless you were chosen. Then, you had no choice.

The earliest arrivers were greeted by Mayor Shank and his wife. Shank loved the lottery. As soon as he came of age, he had sold his interest in the family pig farm to his brother, so he could run for mayor and become the lottery officiant. People always said that it was too bad, because he would have made a perfect pig farmer. With his protruding belly and hanging jowls, he somewhat resembled that livestock, and his similarly rotund wife made for an excellent match. But there was no denying, they were a natural fit for the lottery. The flair with which they conducted the proceedings was undeniable, and their participation was always enthusiastic.

Looking for stories

Howdy,

I’m looking for any stories about daily servicing, draining, milking…..that sort of thing.

More of an “it has to be done” for various reasons type of story. Be it women keeping their guys empty do they won’t stray, guys milking women so they won’t ache, guys providing a service that wives won’t do, or guys servicing other guys without reciprocation as it is a need.

Any recommendations is appreciated.

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