collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
*Not based on a true story :)*
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*”Thanks for coming over,” he said, as I close the front door behind me. “I know it’s late.”*
*”That’s all right.”*
*”You know you don’t have to, just because I ask.”*
*”It’s OK. I don’t mind.”*
*”You sure?” he said, a worried look on his face. I just smile and cup his cheek in one hand.*
*”It’s late,” I tell him, walking to his bedroom. “Let’s do this.”*
*(Link to Chapter One/Day One:* [*https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yv84or/in_the_shadow_of_the_monastery_ffuta_nuns_succubi/*](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yv84or/in_the_shadow_of_the_monastery_ffuta_nuns_succubi/)*)*
*(This is Chapter Two of a larger story. If you’re enjoying it, here’s a link to the other chapters:* [*https://archiveofourown.org/works/43075755/chapters/108244479*](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43075755/chapters/108244479))
# Day Two
Valerie slowly felt herself awaken. For the first time in nearly a month, she hadn’t dreamed. She’d thought the dream-orgies had been inescapable, but… finally, she’d had a truly restful night. But as she slowly came back to consciousness, she began to notice a few things weren’t quite right.
She was naked.
She’d passed out on her bed.
And, resting against her thigh, she saw a massive cock, the tip leaking a bit of precum even while she slept.
This was four years ago, and my slutty little bisexual brain has been thinking about it ever since!
My husband, his best friend, and his hot little wife all went out for a night on the town a while back. We had all gone to a Celebration Of life/Memorial earlier that day of an dear mutual friend and had decided to all tie one off together in her honor. Many shots were shared, as well as memories and tears. I don’t know if any other redditors can attest to this, but there’s something about grieving that can really bring out one’s carnal energy if you will.
To premise, I’ve always had a sexual attraction to my husband’s best friend’s wife. She’s gorgeous with long strawberry blonde hair, tight waist, and large tits like me. We would shower together in public saunas on vacation and I ALWAYS would sneak a peak when she was lathering up…
Anyway back to the story. The four of us proceed to get absolutely hammered, and at one point I started to get a little woozy. I asked my husband if we could all go back to our room so I could relax for a bit. My husband and his bestie were on one tho, and were not ready to end the party. So his wife offered to walk with me back to the hotel.
So this was 4 years ago, now have a 3 year old…
I had recently broken up with my longest term partner. She broke my fucking heart (yes I’m bi). I lived with her, she told me not to worry about a job so I hadn’t worked for a couple years. Was and still is the best sexual partner of my damn life. Then…she kicked me out with the casualness as if we hadn’t made a life together. I found a couch to crash on and went into a bit of a spiral. Started fucking a bunch of guys, which I hadn’t had a desire to fuck men for years. But it was easy and felt like the opposite..like I was rebelling all over again.
Anyways, went to this dive bar near the place I was staying. This kinda tough looking older dude, I was almost 26 and he was 41 – figured he was a biker or punk type guy, found out later he was just a warehouse manager who wanted to look cool – bought me some drinks. I wasnt exactly that hard to get. I mean, I was on a shitty futon at the place I was crashing…few drinks and some darts (I won) led to him having to smoke me out. Go back to his truck, he rolls a joint and before it’s done he had me pinned to the truck with my hand feeling his bulge.
I’m 42 and was divorced earlier this year. The divorced was mutual. The freedom of being single make me feel little adventurous. I want to try something new. I downloaded few dating apps and see how it goes.
I connected with a 22-year old, he was in town on vacation with few of his friends. We chatted for a while before he actually asks me to go on a dinner date with him. It took him a while, and I was about to ghost him. He picks a restaurant in a touristy area. I hate crowded places, but whatever. This happens during the summer, so I wore a summer dress and decide to go commando, feeling little frisky. No bra and panties, only pasties over my nipples, it was a flowy dress that go beyond my knee, so it’s not noticeable at all.
He was early, I saw him at the bar having a drink. I walk over and introduce myself. He wanted to give me a hand shake and I was confuse. I take the initiative and give him a hug. Dinner went well. This kid is not making any move at all seriously. I ask him where he staying and say we can get a bottle and sit down and get to know more about each other.
a couple weeks ago i was home and just got out of the shower when the mailman rang the bell of my apartment. since i didnt have clothes on, i wrapped the towel around me and went to the window to check out whats it about. a fucking hot guy was downstairs waiting to get inside the building. he was way younger than i expected a mailman to be. he was about my age and pretty muscular, he had that badboy fuckboy vibe. his clothes were really tight you could even see the contour of his dick… i was totally attracted to him and wanted to check out his package ;) and the way he smiled made me think he might be interested too. i talked to him and let my towel slip a little bit lower so that he could catch a glance on my boobs. i acted innocent and apologized and he smiled even more. he had to deliver something for my upstairs neighbours so i opened him the door with the buzzer. i put on a tight white see-through dress without thong. i really wanted to make him horny to find out if his dick really is that big.
I’ve tried to write this so many ways. Ultimately, I ended on the truth. Shielding the reality doesn’t protect anyone.
I owe a lot to M. Our sex changed me at my very core. Before it felt like an act, but sex with M felt weirdly like a lifestyle. I was obsessed with fucking her… But I was also just kind of obsessed with her generally.
M was fearless. We once had a professor say something racist. She flipped him off and walked out. When he threatened her with disciplinary action, she laughed in his face and said she’d love the chance to tell everyone what he said.
She didn’t face any disciplinary action.
M was the most physically beautiful person I’ve ever seen. She had brown skin and straight black hair to her waist. When people asked her “what” she was, she’d always give a different answer that never quite made sense. It would throw people off.
“I’m Norwegian” was here favorite line.
At a friends party, we had been drinking and playing Cards Against Humanity. We were all seated around a large table, my wife sitting between one of my best friends and I. We had been chatting before, my friend and I, about my wife and how he has always had a crush on her. I always encouraged him and told him my own fantasy of seeing guys flirt and grope her. Ive told my wife too on separate occasions durring sex.
After an hour of playing and drinking we decided to take a break. My wife asked if anyone wanted a drink as she got up to go to the kitchen. Several of us did and my friend got up as well and said he would help her get the drinks. He followed her into the kitchen and once at the refrigerator, my wife opened the door and observed the drink selection.
I walked to the closet and grabbed some clean clothes, hiding Shannon’s panties in the pocket of one of my pairs of jeans. No way was she getting them back. I climbed in the shower and just stood there, letting the scalding hot water massage my back and neck. Hotel showers always outperform home showers. They have more pressure and a never-ending hot water supply. In fact, before meeting Shannon, hotel showers were the only perk of working on the road.
I always leave the bathroom door open when I shower in a hotel to let the steam escape so I can defog the mirror quicker when I’m done. I heard my room door open and close then a soft voice. “May I join you”? The shower curtain pulled back and there stood Shannon. Her long hair pulled up in a bun on top of her head, her petite naked body through the steam and the smile on her face as she stood on her tip toes to kiss me. I took her hand as she stepped into the shower, and she wrapped her arms around me. “I missed you” she whispered as she kissed my chest then closed her eyes as we embraced each other with the water beating on my back. She washed my body, then I washed hers before we got out to dry off.
so this happened a few nights ago. W had texted me (if you dont know who W is, read my other stories) and invited me to a poker night he was having with some of his friends. the time, and kinda for the first time, it was going to be at someones house and it was going to be less anonymous, meaning i would see the faces of the guys. W told me to bring enough money to buy into the game but party of me knew, when i saw the message, that i probably wasnt going to be playing poker so i decided to put on a nice summer dress (its hot AF) and to head out there. i did grab some money just in case.