[MF] Quickie with the wifey

New here, first post. Hope you all like it.

Julie, My wife, is a damn sexy woman. She resembles “Mary Margret” on the series “Once Upon A Time” if Any of you know the show. A cute, fit, and curvy brunette with a pixie hair cut. She is a head shorter than I, petite with cute little breasts, a trim waist and beautiful curves. A few tasteful tattoos grace her body including one, smallish tramp stamp above her butt.(her first tat at 16) Her hips are sexy as hell and perfect hand holds to grip and she possesses two, delicious, round handfuls of ass.

When we first started dating we couldn’t keep our hands off each other and would fuck like rabbits at every opportunity afforded to us. In the bed, on the table, our tent, our car, behind the dunes at a beach or against a rock at some high vista point.
Now in our thirties with a son, a busy life and all it’s complications have served to make opportunities for loud, long and lustful sexcapades less frequent. Here and there we manage to wrangle a sitter to get out for a night of music, drinks and loud passion but mostly, the times in between are relegated to the “quickie” category. This category has come to be one of my favorites because of its very nature of squeezing hot passion into a short, random time slot of an otherwise regular day. Read more »

[MF] Furlough fucking in DC!

Last week was the third week of furlough, and DC is full of frisky government-types, looking for release. So, of course, I fired up Tinder. I matched with Laura on Monday. She had curly blonde hair, perky medium-sized tits and just the right amount of curve.. I was sold.

We met for drinks mid-day at a nearly empty bar. Drank and ate a pizza and laughed for an hour until we were making out on the barstools and the bartender rolled his eyes. We paid and were at mine in minutes. She was smart and funny. Well-travelled and well-read and kissed so powerfully.

I made her a drink and we settled in on the couch, but quickly talking turned to touching and touching turned to kissing and her pants were on the floor. I took off my shirt as I kissed up her thighs, teasing. Dancing. She was soaked, delicious, and I dove in. Soon my pants were on the floor and her legs over my shoulders.. I fucked her hard, pushed her shirt up and felt her tits. Hand on her throat and she moaned, so I pushed harder, slightly. She came first and I followed, slowing drifting back to earth… Read more »

A True Hotwifing Story: Vixey and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Birthday [FM]

*Disclaimer: All names and identifying factors have been changed to protect my stallions.

Don’t let the title fool you. There were some definite ups to my night (wink wink). But I also feel it’s prudent not to sugarcoat things. Fantasy is not reality and as hopefully seen, I’m here to write reality.

The day had already started out bad. It was one bad news and situation after another but I was determined to make the best of my night. Looking forward to my time with Armando.

So let’s start with the hotel. My husband and I had gambled on a new place we had not yet scoped out because the holiday season had swallowed up our preferred sleeping sites. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in the best shape. No problem. I could adapt and if Armando wanted something else, he was free to arrange something else.

I think it’s important to note that I had built up a lot of expectation. This may not have been fair but I couldn’t really help it after our time in the truck and his hints at a birthday surprise. I texted him that I arrived early, hoping for a repeat of our prior hotel rendevouz. He couldn’t. He was getting ready for the holiday event. Read more »

The mixer [F]

Hi, everyone. I’m sitting at my desk tonight, feeling a bit turned up, and the usual dose of stuffing myself silly just isn’t cutting it tonight. So I’m thinking over some memories, and wanted to share one of the shorter and more unusual ones.

About fifteen years ago, I was at a party, one of the ones where clothing was *ever* so optional and everyone knew everyone else, inside and out. There was a woman there, a nice lady but a bit reserved, who was slowly coming out of her shell as she had more and more people *in* her shell, who confided in me one night about something that got her off but never had the courage to do.

I’m always curious about things like this, so I asked her what she needed, and she told me that she was *very* much interested in the idea of double-dipping. What she was after was to be fucked by a man covered in the juice of other women. She didn’t want to have *sex* with the other women…she just wanted them mixed in with her. Read more »

What’s going through my mind, when I’m on display… [F]

There’s something about this [bar scene](https://www.reddit.com/r/vsmpx/comments/a2zw39/my_stranger_fantasy/) that is really appealing to me. With the high heels, lingerie, skimpy dress, I feel that I’m put on display for everybody to look and even gawk at. To be on this stage, in this ultra feminine gender role, pandering towards all these men is really erotic and sensual. To put it bluntly, I’m objectified and I love it.

This perception, objectification and judging gives me such energy. I feed off the attention and ultimately my sex drive and desires are only exacerbated. An analogy is when a superior athlete is ‘in the zone’ and has an opportunity for a game winning play. His natural talent, experience, training and skills are only enhanced in that moment. For me, when I’m at the bar and fulfilling my natural slut role in society, I’m ‘in the zone’. This role and sexuality then carries over in my ‘regular’ life.

Being judged as this bimbo slut and as an object is so rewarding for me. The type of attention and degradation feeds into my need to please. You know how many women say that being a mother or community volunteer is so rewarding in their life? For me, and this may sound perverse, being judged, compared, shown off, displayed, and objectified is equally as rewarding. Read more »

That other strip club [MF]

I’m going to provide some backstory first but I promise it will lead somewhere! There are three strip clubs in my city and I’ve gone to two of them off and on over the course of about the last 8 years. I did manage to get a stripper’s phone number and dated her for awhile but it turned out she was crazy and luckily I found that out before we did anything sexual. For those unfamiliar with how strip clubs work (at least in my experience), you can normally get private or VIP dances from strippers. Usually you get charged per song or per a block of time and go to either a semi-private booth in a larger room or sometimes get your own private room. Generally the extent of what’s supposed to happen is just some grinding by the stripper, you’re allowed to touch everything except her pussy, and usually she’s required (maybe legally) to keep at least some kind of bottom on such as a g-string. Read more »

Chasing Anna: Day 6

[Day 1 Morning](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7dbyr/chasing_anna_day_1_morning_mf_nosex_slow_start/)

[Day 1 Evening](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7nt69/chasing_anna_day_1_evening_mf_noncon_slow_start/)

[Day 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7yh3x/chasing_anna_day_2/)

[Day 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a8bh57/chasing_anna_day_3/)

[Day 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/admmc8/chasing_anna_day_4/)

[Day 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/aeadmo/chasing_anna_day_5/)

# Day 6

Anna’s sleep was troubled, The visions of the past 5 days played over and over, a girl running, being caught, held down, fucked roughly, The cock stretching her virginal tunnel painfully as she struggled, then succumbing to her captor. Just like every other girl she had watched, by the end the girl was embracing her rapist, pushing back against the cock violating her, urging him deeper. She watched in the dream as the girl turned towards her just as her attacker came. Anna saw her own face, looking back at her. The belly of her doppelganger swelled as the torrent of cum flowed into her. The girl wearing her face bend over, now gravid with child, begging her mate to take her again. Milk filled breasts swaying as she accepted the father of her child over and over.

*No!* She thought, *No, no, no, no i won’t, I won’t accept it.* Read more »

I (f) just spent nearly two hours fucking my bitch (m). [FM]

I’m female, 34 , 5 ft 8 in tall, 36 D tits. My appetite for fucking is voracious and I tonight’s meat was my 38 year old male slut. He’s 5 ft 11 in , in great shape and loves being used and abused by a dominant woman. He’s also married with kids. But that doesn’t matter. When he steps into my bedroom , he’s my bitch , my whore , my fuck toy that I can use however I want. I’ve been fucking him for over 2 years now. He lives in another city but comes to Delhi on business several times a year. And that’s when we get together. He has a pretty powerful position in his company but sexually he’s one of the most submissive men I’ve ever had.

He arrived at my place at around 11.After his usual begging and me slapping him around (he loves humiliation) , I told him to strip in go lie in bed. After I texted my boyfriend to let him know my bitch was here (he loves to hear about it) I joined him. My bitch had already shed his clothes and was in bed. Good boy! The first thing I did was tie his cock and balls together with a silk ribbon, tight enough to cause only a bit of discomfort. I then made him get on all fours. I spanked his ass hard as I asked him whose slut he was, who owned his cock, etc. He answered all of this perfectly while taking the spanking like an obedient whore. Read more »

Waxing myself in college [F]

Hey all :) I recently went to the waxing salon to get my hair cleaned up but I thought I would tell my story of the first time I waxed so you can vicariously live through my life.

I was 20 years old at the time living in an off campus apartment 2 blocks from campus. Up to this point I usually just used a razor in the shower to clean myself up but as a special birthday present to my boyfriend at the time I thought I would give my little girl a wax to impress him. He would occasionally make comments when he fingered me or went down on me about how much he liked that I was trimmed/shaved so I had a feeling he would like it even more if I waxed!

So I bought a waxing kit and had a Thursday night picked out to use it because we wouldn’t be hanging out. We were going out that weekend and I had read to wait ~ 24 hours after waxing before having sex. I took a shower after soccer practice, and just ate dinner wearing my robe in the living room. My roommate and teammate at the time asked why I didn’t bother to get dressed after practice and I told her my plan to wax after eating. Both to see if she had any tips but also so she wouldn’t be alarmed if she heard some yelps from my room. Read more »

The Meeting ~ part two

Tanya remembered where the towels and wash cloths were, grabbing them and proceeded to undress as though no one else was in the room. My apartment was small…a living room/bedroom, a small kitchen area and a tiny bathroom where even one person felt crowded. I wondered if the feeling of having to live in a cramped space had anything to do with her wanting to leave and to stay away for so long.

As she showered, Tanya hummed happy songs, which was her usual way, and it seemed as if she’d never gone out into the cold cruel world to find her own path. She was back (at least to visit). And, I needed to be happy with that. And, besides, just at the perfect moment, we’d now be able to explore (sexually) in a way we had talked about doing, years ago.

“How long are intending on staying,” I asked the naked goddess standing before me. “Is it just for the weekend? Did you get an extended time off from your job?” Read more »