” The call” is my first post/story and it is about a spanked wife

**The call**

Back when my wife was 32 years old and we had been married for 10 years I got a call from her work. She worked in a medical facility and had to work with meds. They had very strict procedures on how the meds were handled and processed. Obviously for good reason.

One day I got a call from my wife’s boss to say that my wife had been skipping procedures and it was not the first time. He said that they were all fond of my wife at work and they didn’t want to lose her but something had to be done or she would loss her job. He said he was calling me to see if I thought some corporal discipline could help?

I know my wife and that is one thing she is so against. I had, had fantasies of spanking her but knew it would never happen. Once I got her to bend over a table for a light tap but she completely refused to let me pull her panties down even a little. It was such a let down. Read more »

The Parlor – Part II Interlude

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/goy94e/the_parlor_fmm/)

10 Minutes after setting down. I laid on the bed restless, every ounce of energy had been left in the Parlor and my mind could not escape it’s confines. Naked, I rose from the bed and grabbed the mask off the dresser. I reached under the bed and pulled out a velvet shoe box. I carefully placed the mask beside the black stilettos and finally closed the lid on the evening.

My husband arrived home later that morning. Casually, he set his work bag down on the armchair and walked into the bathroom. Through the cracked door, I watched him stare blankly at himself in the mirror. With both hands gripping the corners of the sink, he struggled to make sense of his experience. He wondered why he was singled out. He wondered who was behind the mask.

Morning passed and we found ourselves conversing over the kitchen island. In my unflattering pajamas, I slowly sipped the oversized cup of coffee which I held to my mouth with two hands. A few times I had to use the cup to hide my smirk as my husband lied about his painful conference. Read more »

(MF) Submissive man worships Goddess.

How did I get here, i asked myself completely naked on my knees between such a beautiful woman. Her brown almond shaped eyes gazed into my soul and left me bare, with or without clothes she saw right through me. Her lips were perfectly shaped, they looked as if the creators of the universe painted them themselves on her smooth angelic face. Her black hair framed her beautiful face as the top started to blend into a beautiful white color despite her young age, she was a Goddess incarnate, she oozed confidence and sexuality and despite my self proclaimed dominance, she broke me in a beautifully complex way. She shattered my masculinity and unleashed a submissive part of me I had suppressed for so long. Her gaze was enough to melt my mind and body into one causing my eyes to glaze and my mouth to fall open, my tongue unrolling as I drooled in a sexually submissive state of being. Maybe that’s how I got here, kneeling at her feet, groveling in front of her jet black boots that were laced tight around her soft supple skin. I looked up at her legs as they went up and bent at the knee as she sat there reading her book she flipped the pages slowly as my hands and knees were growing colder from being glued to the cold floor as I felt the insatiable need for her to use me. I peered up at her as she shifted her legs, I was completely naked and at her mercy. I inched closer as the black spiked dog collar around my neck made the chain of leash rattle slightly. Her eyes shifted down to me behind the clear glass of her square framed glasses. Her lips puckered together she looked back at the book a moved even closer, my mouth filled up as it watered at the sight of her beautiful skin. I wanted to taste very inch her, I wanted to worship her with my mouth, to bring her pleasures beyond just the sexual satisfaction, I wanted her to feel it in her soul. I was centimeters from her boots my mouth opened and my tounge met the dark colored leather, the trail glistened as I ran my tounge upwards until I found the sweet taste of her bare flesh. Her skin was warm compared to the boots, I sucked softly savoring the flavor of such Goddess, I wasnt worthy but i was determined to try to feel as if i was. She spread apart her legs, and her black butterfly covered dress lifted as I feasted my eyes on the center of my universe. Where her legs stopped started a beauty I couldn’t quantify, it was exactly where my mouth desired to be so I worked my way up, my tounge swiftly swirling in figure 8s on my way up. She softly moaned, as she continued to read paying her slave no mind as I simply did as I was intended. I got to her knee and saw the inner thighs that led too the sweetest part of this beautiful woman, her lips were smooth and pursed together mirroring the ones on her face and like those I could spend the rest of my days kissing and suckling them both. My mind raced, my mouth oozing more spit as the anticipation took hold. I kissed past her knees and her legs spread further apart, her pretty pussy sat in the center full and lightly spread with the nectar of her soul glazing the entrance. My mouth continued its journey, the deeper I went in her thighs the more I felt her body move and tremble, her eyes where closed now and the book sat on the table. My heart was elated knowing i brought her pleasure sent shivers of pleasure throughout my body, i got closer to the center at this point her nectar began to pool from how much she had produced a small puddle sat under her on the seat of the chair. I reached the part where her leg met the rest of her beautiful body and without hesitation I dove in, face first into the place of creation, the sacred temple of my Goddess. My face dug and and her hand clutched the back of my head and pushed me deeper into her. Her moans filled the room her sweet voice echoed with pleasure around us. My tounge whipped around her clit, such a small part of her body controlled the entirity of such a beautiful creature. Her body convulsed as I struggled to breath but she came first in every sense of the phrase. I slurped and sucked continuously until I heard her shout in ecstacy, her head went back and a tidal wave splashed againts my face, it flooded my mouth and continued pouring down my naked body. I drank her juices as much as I could and she finally pushed my face off, she looked into my eyes as my goatee was and face were completely soaked. And said simply “Good boy” as she grabbed me by my dripping chin.

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Fucked by an Electrician [FM]

I dont know how to write anything in here. It is my first time making a post. I just used to enjoy watching some sexual content in reddit. So please bear with me for the bad writing.

Im in my 40’s. Mother of two. I work as an admin assistant in a small construction firm in Perth. Eventhough we were advised to work from home, i usually come down to the office to have some quality work done.

I have a 45 minute drive to work. We have a maintenance guy who comes to office rarely, if some electrical maintenance works are there. I have not talked to him much before. So last week while i was leaving from office , he was there. The guy asked if i can give a lift. He happened to be going to a small town along my way home. I said fine and we were on way. There was not much talk as well.
After sometime i noticed that he had his cock outside his pants. It looked hard and big. I glanced for a quick second and continued driving. He started slowly stroking it. I did not know what to do. I felt afraid and excited at the same time. He then asked me “Do u like it”. I dont know why i said, i mumbled “yes”. He asked me to if i could stop the car. I knew an open car park near a closed park. The parking lot was empty as well. I still dont know why i did that. He put his hand on back of my head and guided me to his cock. Like an obedient slut, i started sucking him. We fucked for some time in the back of my car. He finished up inside my mouth. Read more »

I [F] an affair with my former “coach” [M] that carried on for years…still in platonic contact with him today!

I’m not sure if this is even the right place for this, but it doesn’t seem right for relationships and it doesn’t fit in confessions, so here we are… I’ll give more details if that’s what’s asked. I’m a first time poster here so be gentle… ?
When I was in junior high and high school I had a, for lack of better terms, a coach (not a teacher/not a sports coach – something else without giving everything away). He was talented, smart, funny, handsome, and obviously MUCH more mature than the boys my own age. (Duh, teenage me! He’s 18 years older than you!). We bonded over the 3 years he was my “coach” as he was the only member of the coaching staff who believed in me and really mentored and encouraged me. My parents worked a lot, so he would also drive me home and we would chat and bond over classic rock and music. As far as I know, he could never tell how big of a stupid school girl crush I had on him. He eventually got fed up with the rest of the coaching staff’s BS and abruptly quit, which left me angry, heartbroken and feeling abandoned. I didn’t speak to him for years! That is until I was about 22 (maybe 6-7 years later) when he reached out to me out of the blue and apologized for leaving the way he did and told me how much he had missed me. We agreed to have lunch…then dinner and the next thing I knew we were carrying on what felt like a platonic/teetering on romantic relationship. Then he tells me… he’s still married… ?, but being that I was a rebellious 22 year old, I didn’t give AF and we carried on an affair off and on for the next 5.5 years!
Most nights we would meet and go to dinner and fool around in his car. Even today when he occasionally gets drunk, he’ll remark about how incredible my tongue felt or how good I was at giving head. To this day, I’ve never had anyone touch me with their hands or tongue and satisfy me the way he could.
He was miserable, bless his heart, and so was I! He claimed at the time that he couldn’t divorce his wife because he still had 4 young children at home, which at the time I was skeptical of, but he did divorce her as soon as his youngest turned 18, so maybe he wasn’t a complete lying sack of crap. Anyway, our time together was always so fun and wonderful, the physical stuff was amazing and it seemed to fill a need for the both of us. We always stayed in platonic contact, but were “there” for each other when the other needed. It was a strange unspoken understanding. He and I have stayed in contact even though we haven’t done anything physical in many years. I still occasionally go watch him perform with friends and have even met his new wife. I used to feel a little guilty about the whole thing, but looking back, not so much anymore. I’m not sure that we can/would ever go back to the way we were, but I can’t deny that even after all these years and such a big age difference, I still find him all around incredibly attractive. I even find myself completely turned on when he greets me with a hug and kiss on the cheek on the rare occasion (maybe 2-3 times a year) that we see each other. Hell, I get completely turned on just reminiscing this…
I have only a couple friends that have even the slightest idea about this and it felt SO good to get it all off my chest!

My Friends Wife Won’t Stop Telling [M]e When She’s Not Wearing Pantied

To start I’d like to say I love my friends and their marriage is perfect. But I know that they must talk about how hot it is when she hits on his friends, there just no other explanation. But what she does with me always seems very intimate, private if you will

It all started with a warm summer party at my friends house…as soon as we arrived we all noticed that she was wearing these tight white pants with no ass pockets. he pale skin was so visible through it you could tell where her high white booth shorts were. We all kind of acknowledged it at one point and she sheepishly laughed it off. The party went on as more people arrived, but later on in the night we couldn’t help but notice that the panty line was gone…So naturally I pulled her aside and called her out privately on it…at this point she was pretty drunk, and we’re always playful when we’re drunk. I whispered in her ear “took those booth shorts off eh?” and she immediately burst out laughing and slapped my chest in a very flirty way, we both just locked eyes and laughed. The rest of the night I couldn’t help but stare at her big ass, knowing she had nothing underneath. Read more »

After Class [W][m][f][huml][reluc]

Neither Adam nor I had any idea what would happen to us in the next half hour as we sat at our desks in the empty classroom.

Mrs. Werner had left us together alone in the room. She had to get something, she said.

I knew we were in trouble. She caught me peeking at Kyle’s test.

Kyle sat at his desk, bouncing his leg. He looked nervous. I was nervous.

The door opened and Mrs. Werner stepped inside. “Of course you two…this means that I will have report this and you will be suspended. You will fail this course, and you will be placed on academic probation.” My heart dropped. I wanted to beg, but held my tongue. This couldn’t be happening. This was a nightmare. I desperately wished I hadn’t tried to cheat, but I was barely holding onto a C.

I looked over at Kyle, to my surprise he had tears in his eyes like he was about to cry. He sat there, fidgeting. Finally he asked quietly if he could use the restroom. Read more »

i need an opinion on this smut i’m working on!

i’m currently writing a teacher/student smut, but i’m wondering if i should start the smut in the beginning of the story where they meet in a bar, unknown of each other’s status and they fuck there and meet each other the next day in the classroom or…

the smut is added later on as the relationship progresses between the teacher and student.

anyways, let me know what you think! also i’m sorry if i’m not suppose to post stuff like this on here.

I (M25) Fucked One Of My Friends (F27) During Quarantine [MF]

I’m a bartender, so obviously during this UK lockdown I’ve been off work and bored shitless. One of my mates is a bar manager that works in my city and we’ve gotten quite close during “this trying time”. It helps that were both quite open about our sex lives with each other and have both acknowledged the attraction, we just hadn’t done anything about it.

During the first couple weeks of the rigourous lockdown that we started with (1 hour a day exercise , 1 hour trip for food and essentials, 22 hours indoors staring at a wall) my friend, Cecilia, started asking me about my experiences with non monogamy and the swinging scene. She confessed that she was talking to a guy online she was interested in, but wanted to keep things open as she had plans for some experiences post Corona with some people she’s interested in (BDSM stuff, not my bag but good on her for expanding her horizons). After some sleuthing she realised that this guy she was talking to was catfishing her. He then tried to blackmail her because he had nudes he could send to her parents through Facebook. The freak even bought a prepaid SIM card to contact her on. Read more »

Seduced By My Captor Part 1: Medieval Era | M/F | Fiction

The heat of the fire was nothing compared to the flush of my skin brought on by his large rough hands gliding up my thigh. It was a cold night and I was happy that we decided to set up camp beneath the trees instead of riding till dawn. All the men were fast asleep in their tents, I’m assuming, given the occasional grumbling snores in the distance, drowned out only by the crackling of the flames. Read more »