The new neighbors (F/FM) (VOY) Part 2

Part 2

The couple above continued exploring each other’s bodies as she watched below. They turned slightly, now she could see his partially hard cock hanging heavily between them, as thick as she’d secretly hoped it would be. She bit her lower lip as she watched the wife’s small hand grip firmly around his shaft, a soft “fuck” escaped her lips as she allowed one of her fingers to lightly caress herself, shocked and thrilled at how wet she suddenly realized she was. The mans eyes above were closed as his wife brought his manhood to fill arousal. Below a sharp inhale could be heard as the voyeur began sliding her fingers over the hood of her clit, keeping time with the slow rhythm of the wife above stroking full length of her husbands shaft.

An unprotected milf [MF] [Milf]

A little background: While I grew up in a small town with a religious family, I moved away for college and quickly discovered a world outside of those origins. I very quickly out grew my original repressions and fully embraced my sexuality.

Just like so many bad ideas turned sexy college stories have started – I was on break for either thanksgiving or christmas and back in my local area under the pressure of time. I had been having a streak of luck with the earlier days of Tinder (2012 or 2013 back when it really was the best) and so gave it a shot at home. I wasn’t having too much success in my age range so I expanded it to all ages for up to 100 miles.

The Arrangement, Part 4

Part 3 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bgw90q/the_arrangement_part_3/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bgw90q/the_arrangement_part_3/)

DAY TWO, PART 1: Marlene had incredible dreams. In them, she was free, and there was no struggle that defined her everyday life. Also, even though she was snuggled against her new fuck-buddy (FB), for the first time since she could recall, she was able to stretch out. In their tiny apartment she & her 3yr. old son shared with her mom, Marlene slept in one of two bunk beds. Her mom had the other, and her son, who had a kids bed, was more often than not in with her. By comparison, several times during the night she had deliberately stretched as far as she possibly could, and relished that she could not feel the edge of the bed. It seemed an ocean of warmth, and she would hate to leave it.

[MF] A happy morning accident

I went to the gym this morning, but in my haste of packing my bag I forgot a towel. This meant going home to shower. Not a huge deal, just that I would be late for the “official” start of the day so I decided to take my first morning calls from home.

Being school vacation week, I know my wife had daily plans to keep the kids entertained, so the house was empty when I got home.

I had my first few calls, and then jumped in the shower. I got out and was pretty much wandering around in my boxers checking email on my phone when I heard a “Hello?”

I poke my head down the stairs to see my wife. I say hi, and then explain the situation. She then says that her mother took the kids for the morning.

I go back in the room when my wife comes in the bedroom and comments that I’m wearing my “sexy boxers”. She came over to kiss me and then started fondling my junk.

“How late can you be?”

“I’ve got time.”

The new neighbors (F/FM) (VOY) Part 1

The Kelly’s were nice enough to have next door, if not a little dull., she thought. Hopefully the new couple will at least have something more to add during the summer block party than small-talk and the same three tired jokes that she’d gotten so bored of. The cool evening air was a nice change from the humid late-June day; not that she had anything to cool down from, as she’d spent most of her time watching the new couple move their endless stream of boxes from the moving truck to the house next door.

She remembered doing the same almost six years ago, what seemed like an eternity of a day moving and unpacking with her husband, finishing the day exhausted and content in their happy little home. She let out a dramatic sigh, thinking now of how long it had been since she felt content with, much less exhausted by, her husband. Both of them worked too much, saw one another too little and had fallen into a dreary, repetitive pattern. “Oh god,” she thought to herself, “we’re becoming the Kelley’s.” The idea brought a small, albeit concerned, smirk to her face. He mind wandered back to the young couple next door, who hadn’t stopped to chat beyond a quick exchange of names while her husband had left for work. Richard and Molly? No, that wasn’t it, but it sounded close. She tried pull the names to the front of her memory before shrugging it off.

[F]oiled hot tub shenanigans [MF]

It was a Saturday night, and my boyfriend and I were looking to have a little fun. The idea was to go to the hot tub of my apartment clubhouse and fool around a bit. Maybe I’d stroke him under water, maybe he’d finger me, and it would all be very hot and exciting. But right as we pulled up to the indoor pool and hot tub, a whole obnoxiously loud family arrived ahead of us. Seeing as it was late on a Saturday night, we figured we could kill some time upstairs playing pool or darts in the game room and wait them out.

So we played a game of pool, but the family just would not leave. If anything, more of them were showing up! It was annoying as fuck. But luckily the game room was empty and we had it all to ourselves. There were a couple of comfy chairs in the corner so we sat down to wait for a little while. I was getting impatient and the riskiness of what we were about to do downstairs was really turning me on. I decided to make the most of the time while we were waiting, so I straddled him and we started making out. Hard. He slipped a hand under my swimsuit cover and into my bikini bottoms and started fingering me. It didn’t take long for me to come, I was that horny (and he was that good with his hands).

Coming home from work [MF]

Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at any sort of writing sexy or not. Please excuse any formatting errors or dumb mistakes!! I’m attempting to get better at this.

I walk in the house after work, and I do my normal routine. Empty my pockets on the island, take off my sweater, put my bag away, and make my way upstairs.

You’re knee deep in a work call, some client has an issue with an invoice not balancing or something. I can see you’re wearing you’re see-through yoga pants, your blue underwear clearly visible in the light when you bend over searching for the invoice.

I’ve been thinking about you all day.

Thinking about that half sleepy handjob you gave me this morning, the one we didn’t finish as I was late for work. Regretting not flipping you over, and teasing you with my cock until you were begging me to fuck you. It’s all I’ve thought about all day.

I walk into the bedroom, and decide to hop in the shower, I make sure to close both doors so I don’t disturb you. I hop in the shower, my dicks still hard thinking about you.

Who wants to make me beg to cum? [MF] [oral] [mast]

I laugh as you drag me over to you. You slap my ass to make me moan. You pull me onto your lap, kissing me hungrily. I nibble on your neck and shoulder. You can feel how wet I am from our earlier play. Grab my ass roughly, pulling me tight against you. You lay me down and get on top of me. You kiss and lick your way down my neck to my breasts. You tease me by flicking my nipples with your tongue. You mark up my breasts with your teeth and lips, making me moan and arch my back. You mark up my shoulders too, enjoying the fact that I won’t be able to wear certain things until my bruises fade. You mark up my inner thighs too, just for fun. I’m getting frustrated that you haven’t touched me now that I’m soaked. You slide a couple pillows under my ass and I lock my legs around your hips. You pound into me, groaning from how tight and wet I am. I stretch my arms out behind me as my hips match your thrusts. I moan that I want it harder and you comply. My legs tighten around you, pressing you deeper. You stop for a second knowing that I’m close. Please, I moan, arching my body and clenching my legs. You start fucking me hard again, getting me close. You stop again. When you start up again, you tell me to touch myself but I’m not allowed to cum yet. I moan loudly, excitedly. I touch myself slowly at first, then I can’t help myself. I moan your name, begging you to let me cum. You stop again, grabbing my hand. You start going in and out slowly, enjoying me surrounding you. I can’t wait to cum all over your tits, you tell me. I moan, begging you to do that. You slide out of me, stroking you big hard throbbing cock with your hand. I’m watching you, licking my lips. I tell you to cum for me, and you do. Splashing my tits with your hot cum. You groan as you cum, loving the view. You ready to cum for me you dirty slut? You ask, kissing my inner thighs. I moan my reply. You tongue fuck me roughly, holding my hips in place. Cum for me you demand as you tongue flicks over my clit. I do, loudly, my hips and legs shaking from the intensity. Good girl you praise.

Getting paid to fuck a cougar [MF]

I had a cool job for a bit where I ran a small bar that wasn’t very busy. I was alone most of the time, just trying to kill the time and make the long days go quicker.

It was usually pretty much empty for a few hours during the day but most weekend nights got busy and turned into a backyard party of sorts. This is a small town so I got to meet a pretty regular crowd. That’s how I met her.

Her name is Susana but she’d rather be called Sooze. The first time I saw her I could smell the sexuality oozing from her pores. She had short blonde hair, a long backless dress and crystalline blue eyes. All skin and bones, cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other, a beautiful train wreck. I was obsessed. I followed her around, cracking jokes and generally flirting. I coaxed her into the office where we chatted alone for a bit and something caught her eye. She looked up at the security camera feed and saw the big table in the back room.

“Oh,” she said “that’s a nice big table… We should fuck on it.”

[MF] My wife e-mailed me a fantasy of hers. Or was it a real life experience?

We’d been having a continuous conversation about or sex life. A wide-ranging discussion, which was something we seemed to do every now and then for some reason. Our communication was good but could be stronger. We often texted our thoughts and feelings or e-mailed them. Face to face made us both nervous. I don’t know why.

I confided in my wife and let her know about my biggest fantasy. Something I’d kept repressed and buried deep. It was so hot, but so awkward to admit. I fantasized about her with another man. No, I didn’t want to be in the room and watch or participate. I did however want to know all the details. Every last one of them.
This conversation continued on for weeks and months. It faded, then it came back. I suggested something, a starting point of sorts. Write me an e-mail with a summary. Summarize a date you WANT to go on. You’ve got my blessing to do what you please, however you want. Let your mind run wild.