The Day I [F20s] Met My Husband [M20s] Part 2 (FFM, Light BDSM, Nonfiction)

This is part 2 and picks up right where I left off. If you want the beginning of Steph, Adam, and Becca’s threesome, [here is Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1272d3w/the_day_i_f20s_met_my_husband_m20s_part_1_ffm/).

I’m feeling very much exposed as I move naked across the room to the couch. But I’m determined to get my pussy licked. Whoever wants to do it needs to get to it. I drink some beer and try to be patient.

Becca pouts in this exaggerated manner as Adam moves her out of his way, grabs some water, then follows me to the couch. She’s practically stamping her feet. How ridiculous.

Under his breath almost, I hear him say, “You’re going to pay for that and you know it.”

The look on her face totally changes, and she brightens up immediately. For a few seconds, she pulls a 180 – smiling, eyes wide, nodding – then she’s back to pouting. I see.

Adam takes the beer from my hands and places it on the coffee table, then leans between my legs and smells me. Oh fuck. Ok. He breathes me in deeply, and he sort of nuzzles into my thighs like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever smelt. Or seen. Or nuzzled.

A Fantasy Fulfilled – Part III: Convincing Her Husband – [Fiction][18+][MF][Str8][BDSM][MDom][Fsub][Fellatio]

###[A Fantasy Fulfilled – Part I](https://www.reddit.com/user/Wolf_in_Me/comments/11t1hq5/a_fantasy_fulfilled_part_i_fiction18mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

###[A Fantasy Fulfilled – Part II](https://www.reddit.com/user/Wolf_in_Me/comments/11xdtx1/a_fantasy_fulfilled_part_ii/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Lana was lying in bed with a pillow under her head and a blanket covering her body when she woke up. It was early morning, and Luke was nowhere to be seen. She got up slowly and walked into the bathroom. The mirror above the sink reflected her face at her, but it seemed like someone else entirely. Her eyes were wide open, and there was no doubt that she had just experienced something extraordinary. She smiled at herself, but it did not reach her eyes. She walked into the shower and turned on the water. The hot steam filled the bathroom as she stood under the liquid stream for several minutes without moving. She wrapped herself in a towel when she got out and walked back into the bedroom. She pulled out the clothes in her overnight bag, a simple blouse, jeans, undergarments, and sneakers. She looked at herself in the mirror again as she brushed her long blonde hair. Her eyes were still wide open, but this time she could feel a sense of calmness coming over her body. It was as if something had changed inside her overnight; something had broken free of its cage and started roaming freely through her mind. She felt she was in control again instead of fighting against herself. She felt like a new person who could finally start living and stop hiding from her life. “This is how I’ll explain it to my husband,” she thought. She would tell him she had been feeling trapped for a long time. She felt like the walls were closing around her and would live the rest of her life in misery if she didn’t change things. She didn’t want that for herself or him. They both deserved to be happy and exploring this side of her would bring her happiness.

[MF] My wife let her be my freeuse slut for a day. (Cumplay, spitplay, lingerie)

We’ve been together me and my wife for about 10 years. Like anybody else we’ve had our ups and downs, but for the most part, we’ve been engaging in a healthy sex life, yet somewhat on the vanilla side.

Approaching her forties, she’s gained a few pounds but I find her even sexier that way, with her big, firm breasts, her pale skin with black hair, and her bubbly round ass. As long as I remember, I’ve always had a thing for chubby milf brunettes, and there she was. And she was mine.

I’ve always been the one proposing more kinky stuff, and my wife enjoys the dynamic. She’s been mostly open to everything: light bdsm, roleplay, dirty talk, anal, lingerie.. She enjoys it as much as I do, and likes that I take the lead with these fantasies.

I’ve always had a thing for freeuse, and on multiple occasions we talked about how one day she could be my very own freeuse slut for an entire day. She was first overwhelmed with the idea, but I think it with her, and gradually she was more and more into trying to actually do it.

[MF] Spontaneous BDSM and Anal in the East Village

Now that I’m about to enter my fourth decade, I’ve been thinking back to the experiences I had as a 20-something in NYC. It’s too bad they never made a Sex in the City for men coming of age in the mid-to-late aughts. It would have been a lot hornier than the original. I think it would have ended about the same, though. In the end, some banker finds you all the way in Paris just ‘cause he just can’t quit fucking you.

*The men and women of Manhattan, circa 2004-2008, were a horny bunch. They did a lot of wild shit and none of it was recorded because no one had an iPhone. These are their stories. Dun Dun.*

[you’ll have to excuse me; I watched a lot of TV.]

Olivia (name changed) was a hottie. She was a southern girl whose family history went back to the Mayflower. She was tall, only a few inches shorter than me, and kind of looked like Lily Collins. Large doe-eyes and prominent eyebrows, cheek bones, pointy chin. She had breasts that were a small handful with thick, protruding nipples that looked like erasers on novelty-sized pencils. Her best and most incongruous feature (she was otherwise very skinny) were long legs. Sculpted calves leading to thick, juicy thighs and eventually, if you could bare to look, an absolutely enormous ass.

The Release (Pt. 2)

The Release

She watched as he lowered his face to her pubis. She was slightly embarrassed that she hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, & she had some stubble of hair growth. He didn’t seem to mind though. Before she knew what was happening, his tongue was parting the lips of her pussy, stroking her clit. She shuddered with pleasure. “Mmmm” she sighed. He stopped, looking up to her. Placing one finger in front of his closed lips, he shook his head. Quiet. She understood. This game required complete obedience.

The accountant [romance] [risky] [m/f] [oral]

(I often write bdsm erotica, this is my attempt at writing without it. What do you think?)

She was so nervous, her heart pounded so loud she was sure everyone could hear it.
This was the fifth time she was in his office, an open landscape with about eight to ten desks where he and his coworkers slaved away with their different tasks.
He was an accountant, and the first time she met him, he had been assigned to her case to help her with some documents for her new start-up business.
At a first glance there was nothing that special about him. He was not particularly tall, he wore glasses, had dark, brown hair and a short beard. He wasn’t muscular or even that fit, you could call it a “dad-bod” if you wished, only that he didn’t have any children (yes, the second time she met him she had created an excuse to ask him). But there was something, something in his eyes, that had made her weak just minutes after sitting down with him. His smile was warm and when he laughed, she felt spellbound.
She herself was considered a beautiful woman. She had long, wavy, red hair, all natural, and her green eyes made people ask if she wore contact lenses. She was rather slim, but with curves, and she wore clothes to accentuate that. And yet, here she was, feeling as if she had forgotten everything about flirting and acting coy like she normally did when men hit on her.
Because this man hadn’t.
He had been professional, smiling and laughing with her, but never once made any kind of pass or even commented on her looks like most men did.

[f4a] I’ve learned my lesson [bdsm] [anal] [anilingus] {blindfold] [hotel sex] [average size cock] [shibari] [squirting] [throat fucking] [facial] [spanking] [impact][consent checks] [toys] [aromas] some [gagging] mention [spoiled sheets] [praise kink]

I’ve learned my lesson

I have never been more wrong about a person in my life, and I could not be happier.

His profile picture looked cute, but not particularly stunning or chiselled. He was attractive but I was more curious about his bio. BDSM, that was me, shibari, tick. Open to impact, big tick. Vocal sex also is a big tick, but pleasure Dom was a new one on me. I was used to the release of subjugation and what I took for granted a Dom liked, I liked It too, but didn’t need to be degraded, it was just garnish with me, and if it helps a Dom do his work then fair enough. I had heard of pleasure Dom’s but assumed it was a leftover from everyone jumping on the 50 shades bandwagon who had problems committing. I was naive.

So we did the thing and messaged over a weekend, backed off through the week as he was on shifts and space is good. The next Thursday afternoon we both trek into the city and get a drink.

He doesn’t look too much out of the ordinary, shaved bald head, no cropped he reminded me, he follows the Bruce Willis method.

Aftermath [F4M/ Mf] [18+] [Aftercare] [BDSM] [Male Dom] [Female Sub] [Emotional Care] [Physical Care] [Love] [Lust] [Pain] [Infliction] [Punishment] [Bonding] [Massage] [Bondage] [Leather] [Soft Boy] [Cuddles] [Orgasm] [After Climax] [Tenderness] [Reassurance] [Euphoria] [Passionate]

You finish, as you lean over me, resting your forehead on mine laughing, as your cock was still inside me, my legs wide open keeping you in. I grab your biceps to steady my weak body from the natural high I just had. Our eyes completely dilated from love and lust. You gently place your lips on mine as I slightly open mine to allow you in.

You kiss me passionately for a few seconds before pulling back to admire your work. Our breathing starting to regulate as we do. You slowly pull out of me as my body trembles from your movement and you slowly laugh again as I manage to smile and exhale. You hold your cock as it was nearly out and you slap my moist pussy with your wet cock one last time, before removing yourself completely from between my legs and laying on the bed beside me.

“Don’t you forget who fucks you the way you like it. You make me feel so fucking good baby girl.” You say as you prop yourself up on your elbow to look at me as we continue our descent from our natural euphoria. I manage to move my spent body closer to yours.

An encounter in the shower [M25/F25] [BDSM] [spanking]

Usually, John was the only one in the office building that used the bathroom showers. The only one on this floor at least. There were over twenty floors and three to four different companies on each level. Those companies each shared two bathrooms – for men and women – and one shower area.

Most people arrived at the office by car, clean-shaven, well-dressed, in a suit or casual, depending which specific company they worked for. John arrived in a jogging-outfit covered in sweat, with his clean clothes neatly folded in his back-pack.

He believed an early morning run kept him fit and healthy and while his colleagues sat staring dead-eyed at their computers gulping coffee, John felt fresh and alive after heavy exercise and a refreshing shower.

The shower-area wasn’t big and there was only one. It consisted of a small ante-chamber which could be locked where you’d undress and a small shower behind a semi-transparent glass door.

Like every morning, John was at the office early and was just about ready rinsing off his sweat when he heard someone at the other side of the shower door.

Caught – Part 1 [F/m] [self-bondage] [chastity] [F&M Late 20s]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/11ro8ga/caught_part_1fm_mself_selfbondaged/) | [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gentlefemdom/comments/11ukbke/caught_part_2_fm_mself_selfbondage_chastity/) | [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gentlefemdom/comments/11v58ql/caught_part_3_fm_bondage_chastity/) | [Part 4]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gentlefemdom/comments/11xzysr/caught_part_4_fm_ds_bondage_chastity/)

“Enjoy your night! I love you!” Lewis smiled to his wife Charlotte as she opened the front door and joined her two girlfriends for a much deserved night on the town.

Lewis had been waiting for tonight for the past few weeks himself and he had plans to make the most of it.

Checking that the front door was definitely locked, he grabbed a chair from the kitchen and positioned it below the hatch to the attic.

The attic was one of the few areas that his wife wouldn’t go in the house, she didn’t like the idea of any spiders surprising her but for Lewis, it was the perfect hiding spot.

Pushing the hatch open, he reached his right arm up into the darkness and felt around until he finally found what he was looking for, a large black gym bag.

Pulling the bag from the attic, he closed the hatch and stepped down from the chair carefully.

Ideas raced through his head as he rushed to the bedroom, unzipping the bag and unloading the contents on the bed.