collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
WARNING! erotic, yet spiritual/holy
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**THE INTRO**
Wifey and I were swinging for awhile and it was great fun. Early in our adventures, we met with a couple (20m, 19f) that we were very wary of just based on the age difference and the fact that they were so young (we were 27m,30f). We met over dinner and hung out a couple times before things got heated. Physical descriptions are important here… so the guy, John, was a skinny nerdy guy with a thinner but long cock and thick black rimmed glasses. His wife, Sara, was a short black girl who was curvy in all the right places. She had had a baby about a year prior but you couldn’t tell at all. She had amazing titties and an intoxicating smile. I’m 6 ft tall broad shouldered fit thick cocked guy. My wifey, Shel, is short and curvy with blond hair, blue eyes, big perky tits, and a tight tight pussy. Not that it matters but his wifey is black and the rest of us are white. Race didn’t matter at all of course but it helps to show the picture more accurately!
**THE BUILDUP**
It had been a warm day. We arrived at the sidewalk cafe about 9 pm. The sun was just down and there was a purple tinge to the sky above the buildings; the air was still quite warm and humid.
The maître d’ handed me a menu as he seated us. He was followed closely by our waiter who set a basket of bread on the table and poured us each a glass of sparkling water and a glass of the house red wine.
I handed him the still-closed menu. He smiled and said, “The salmon *carpaccio* and *caprese* again, sir?” I nodded and returned his smile.
When he walked off, I returned my gaze to my companion. She looks stunning in her brightly colored floral shift. In this light the yellow and orange in the dress make her eyes a deep emerald color. Her cheek bones are high and her lips are full. But her eyes are everything. Even as she turns them down from time to time, demurely, they command attention.
So when I was 21 I used to be with this girl let’s call her K she was great she had an amazing body abit of weight to her which is good thing good personality and always up for some naughty fun she’s the girl that really got me to open up sexually and the 1st girl I fucked in the ass (Good times). So she must of lived about 30 minutes away on the bus from my house and my last bus was quite late so I would normaly go the bus stop on my own and wait but as we was both high I told her I would get her some muncheis for the night haha. So we both left early to go the shop then headed over the bus stop.
So as we get there the roads are empty there are hardly any lights in this street so we are both standing there with me standing behind her with my arms wrapped her cuddling her to keep her warm and obviously I’m getting hard with her sexy ass pressed against me I used my hand gently moving her hair from her neck behind her ear as I start slowly kissing her neck taking little bites as my hands slide up her top she users her ass to push me back and spins around and quicky grabbing my hard cock through my pants and says to me I want that cock in my mouth right now and starts guiding me to a old building door way holding my cock.
I’ve been with my husband for 15 years, married for 10. Before meeting my husband I had very few steady relationships and instead juggled a series of one night stands or friends with benefits. Usually involved with more than one at a time. I liked to explore kinks and experiment with kinks that my partners were into. I found many that I found were exciting.
Sex with my husband was never adventurous, but I figured over time he’d want to experiment. I bought all kinds of ropes and restraints, toys and outfits, but he never evolved beyond a very vanilla, twice-per-month kind of lover. Sex has been so routine for so long I couldn’t stand it.
Then recently another married man I know through a local community group started giving me that hungry look, like I used to get from guys. He is handsome and charming and had always been very friendly. One night I was out doing some pottery painting and he replied to a Facebook post of mine looking for toy donations for a toy round robin I was organizing. He offered I could swing by any time that night to pick them up. I wasn’t expected home for almost 2 hours and decided to go over to get the toys and maybe get to know him better. I wasn’t dressed to impress or anything, I was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt with a hoodie, and I hadn’t shaved in a few days.
This story is from my eBook Caged Cuckolds which you can get for free (thru the 15th) here: [https://www.amazon.com/Caged-Cuckolds-David-J-Black-ebook/dp/B01F4OBUE6?keywords=caged+cuckolds&qid=1547313139&sr=8-3&ref=sr_1_3](https://www.amazon.com/Caged-Cuckolds-David-J-Black-ebook/dp/B01F4OBUE6?keywords=caged+cuckolds&qid=1547313139&sr=8-3&ref=sr_1_3)
TEN MINUTE CHALLENGE
I had been locked up for thirteen straight days, and I was going crazy. I had only ever done a couple of days at a time before.
“Please?” I begged.
“Sorry, baby,” Leslie said. “The deal was two weeks.”
“. . . Unh,” I whined.
I was laying naked on the bed. My little, desperate cock locked in a stainless steel cage. My wife knelt over me, naked. Leslie was a few inches taller than five foot. She was thin and well toned, from near constant jogging. Her breasts were a little on the small side but very perky. Her wavy, strawberry blonde hair just barely touched her shoulders.
Her fingers teased my balls, rubbing over them and then gently squeezing. The steel ring squeezed the base of my cock as my cock swelled a little. She leaned down and gave my balls a big kiss.
“. . . Plus, you wouldn’t want to ruin tomorrow night, would you?” she asked.
“I would . . . I really would.”
She notices him looking at her, from across the lobby, as she was about to start her lunch. He was staring straight at her, as if undressing her, with his eyes. She feels naked in front of him, in this moment, and she is revelling in it, while people milled around her. She began fantasizing about all the things she would do if given the chance, with him, despite the throngs of people. In fact, she has often wondered, where her depravity would lead her if her simple gave in to her deepest desires. While others continue to sit and consume their lunch, she imagines him bending her over her chair, in front of them, and sliding his hand up her back. “Dare I?” she wonders to herself. As she sits there, wanting him more with every passing moment.
She takes a deep, slow breath as she walks slowly toward the ladies’ room. His eye contact, remains strong and unbroken. She her head, towards him slightly. Grinning, she ponders, how nice it would be to have her imaginary spontaneous interlude become reality, but she knows it can only be a fantasy.
“Damn it! Of all the days for my furnace to break, why does it have to be today?” Delila Preston groaned as she paced restlessly.
She muttered more curses under her breath, hugging her shoulders to protect herself from the harsh winter cold. Looking outside, her windows covered in ice from the latest winter storm that passed through last night, she saw no relief in the dreary overcast. All she could do was put on her thickest pair of sweatpants, her only clean T-shirt, and a hoodie over top of it. She tried to keep moving, but that wasn’t easy in her undersized apartment. She needed real, tangible warmth and she needed it soon.
That need went beyond the weather. It wasn’t unreasonable to say that her life, as a whole, was as broken as her heater. Eight months ago, everything had been perfectly functional. Delila was engaged to her high-school sweetheart, she had a good job at marketing firm, and she lived in a comfortable home not far from her childhood neighborhood.
I was still lying on my bed, naked, satisfied and confused. Many thoughts running through my head. It took a few seconds for the daze from cumming to pass and the reality to sink in. I was looking at Sean, my college friend,
kneeling on my bed,
naked,
erect,
anticipating,
my cum mixed with his spit dripping down his cock and on my bed sheets.
“I am waiting, bitch!” he said loudly, but as soon as he said it he felt somewhat embarrassed. “You ok? You don’t really have to, if you don’t want to. I was just joking.” He said nervously.At that moment, kindness had crept back into his eyes. The raw sexual desire he had, subsided and in its place, I saw concern. This look in his eyes brought me back to Earth. It brought me back to the bedroom.I started to smile. He saw my smile and started to smile back.
A little background: I am a bisexual 30 year old man living in NYC. I keep my sexuality to myself so no one in my friends or family knows that I like guys too.
The story starts online…on Facebook. A friend from undergrad reached out to me saying that he had an interview for a job in the city and that he wanted a place to crash. Initially, I really didn’t want to say yes, because I am kind of an introvert and I hadn’t spoken to Sean since college, almost 10 years ago. We had a lot of classes together back then and we often skipped them to get some pizza at a famous joint on campus. He was very muscular back then. I remember how he used to work out constantly. I also remembered the giant tattoo on his right bicep of the initials of his college football team buddies. However, his Facebook pix showed that he had changed. His muscle bulk had turned to fat and being short in stature didn’t him any favors.