Extramarital – Part 1 (prelude) [M/f] [bondage] [married] [mast] [setup] [no sex]

*New account for my first attempt writing the kind of sexy stories that I enjoy reading – time will tell where it goes, or whether it goes anywhere at all. I have some ideas. I welcome feedback.*

*This is fiction, please assume that everything I describe is between consenting adults.*

*“Stay calm … focus on the sounds in the room …”* she silently repeated to herself, determined to keep the sound of her own pounding heartbeat – increasingly amplified by the vast of the snug, padded blindfold covering her closed eyes – from overtaking her remaining senses. *“Breathe in… breathe out…”* She continued to wait, fully exposed yet comfortable, steadily holding her position on her hands and knees, her bare torso resting on the purpose-built furniture that she’d seen for the first time when she arrived earlier.

Uninvited stranger invades the bedroom [MF, oral, facefuck, married, anal, PIV, noncon, bondage, incest, MFM]

/u/Gwensaccount and I don’t know each other, apart from a chance message here on reddit. I proposed a game where we take turns in writing alternate passages of a story. This post is the start of that journey. Each time you see “… … …”, we change writers.

Neither of us knows where it’s going or how long it will last.

It’s clearly not “top shelf” erotic fiction, but we’re enjoying ourselves and we hope that you enjoy it too.

…. … …

You were sound asleep, alone in the house. It’s a warm spring evening. Warmer that usual. A creak on the floorboard outside the door wakes you up.

At least you think you’re awake. You’re not really sure. It’s that half awake, half asleep feeling. But you hear it again. Creak. It sounds like someone is taking tentative steps towards the door.

You really are awake now, but you don’t want the person to know. You reach for your phone and sneak it under the covers to check the time. 3.09am. But wait, what’s that? There’s a text from an unknown number that simply says “I’ll be there soon”. It was sent at 2.41am.

The time my Husband and I[f] took a sexy friend[f] on a threesome date

Ok, kids, buckle up for my threesome story. This is a long one … had a few people ask me to write about this, so here it goes. This happened less than 2 years ago.

For our tenth anniversary, I promised my husband I would try anything he wanted sexually (he knows my hard limits). We had some fun with each other’s comfort zones, pushed each other with some lighter, kinky play (spanking, toys, light bondage etc) and decided the hottest thing would be watching the other do that to another person. We’d been monogamous the entire time we’d been together — but just the idea of being with another person drove us wild and we’d fuck for hours just talking about it. (Good times)

A few months of us humping and squirting like adolescents goes by, and one day the husband comes home and tells me he’s had an offer: a cute, young-ish (33) woman he knows thinks I’m super hot and wants to fuck my pussy.

My jaw dropped … I’d never been with a female or really anticipated feeling excited about it but immediately I said “call her now.”

New Years Eve [MF] [Bondage, toys, public]

My new year started off with a bang quite literally.

The setup…

I had just come off a four day stretch of night shifts at the hospital and as luck and the scheduling department would have it I was free new year’s eve. Traditionally this would mean I would host a big party for all my friends ect.. This year however I had decided to pass this off to others. So texts began to arrive about possible plans. Including one from my FWB.

Steph is a down to earth girl who has been in my circle of friends for years. Five foot ten with shoulder length brown waivy hair, blue eyes, perky D cup breasts and wide hips and a heart shaped ass that draws attention from friends and strangers alike, (Not helped by her affinity for tight black yoga pants.).

She suggests that we meet up and grab a bit of dinner before we head to a mutal friends house for a small party. I agree and hop in the shower and gets cleaned up before she arrives. I consider myself a pretty average guy. Six foot, black hair, brown eyes, strong but a bit overweight, (New year’s resolution blah blah..) But for whatever reason Steph finds me appealing dispite my hangups.

Fantasy Girl

My hands trembled with each clacking my shoes made across the lobby floor. “I should have changed,” I thought, but leaving from work was the only option. The elevator button light was mesmerizing while I rested deep in my imagination, wondering what this would be like. The elevator door opening startled me out of my play-by-play and I appropriately pushed the button for floor 69. Rapping on the door led to a soft invitation from a voice within. She requested that I hang the sign on the doorknob, remove my coat, loud shoes… then sit.

My thoughts were moving so fast. I needed to feel the rush of a woman across my body and here I was, gripping the upholstery with my sweaty hands like it was a middle school dance.

She walked out of the bathroom and was not what I was expecting. In my play-by-play she was blonde… but her hair was dark as the satin robe she wore. She was exotic.

[MMF] Our trip to the sex club

After my previous post I realized I should post this one as well though it might be a bit more tame.

My wife and I were on our vacation which already had an escapade but was doing wonders for our marriage in our sexual reconnection. Two days after the beach incident we were looking for something to do for the night and were not interested in going to a dance club on a Friday night. We had seen the sex club/hotel when booking so we joked about going. This time she was actually interested. Even better it was just a block away so we figured at worst we could get drunk and dance without driving, they advertised a dance party, open pool and fetish night.

We arrived to the friendliest people though it was not as busy as we guessed it would be. While there was a lot of people who kept to themselves there was also a lot of friendly people who noticed we were just vacationers. We chatted and watched, keeping tabs on the creepy single men and laughing at some of the outfits. An older woman became our guide and laid out the rules and showed us around while explaining their reason for coming.

[MF] A Slut by the Fire

A few days ago I posted an ad looking for a very specific scene I wanted to do. In the post holiday quiet, I wanted to enjoy a bit of bondage in front of a warm fire. I clearly laid out my intentions in the ad, as well as any potential deal-breakers. It’s never fun getting into a power negotiation and finding something out later, so I always find it best to be honest.

Surprisingly, I got a few volunteers very, very quickly. As a man posting for submissive women for casual sex, I’m used to the replies being limited to one or two options, and more frequently zero if you filter out catfish attempts and cold feet. I started chatting with them, and hit it off with two of them. But one in particular was hitting a LOT of my buttons.

She was easily described as a Power Slut. What amuses me in retrospect is that I think both of us were careful not to offend each other at first – not every women enjoys being called a slut, and not every man is secure enough to handle fucking a slut. But as we started swapping fetishes and desires, we knew we had a really fun match between each other.

First time hogtied [MMF]

I was invited to a wedding by the guy I’ve been dating casually, we’ll call him Ben. We’ve experimented a little with bondage and I told him I wanted to be hogtied at some point. Little did I know he had a lot more in mind for this wedding…

After the reception, we went back to the hotel room. When I came out of the bathroom I saw a long thin rope on the bed and felt my pussy start to tighten up already. Ben asked me if I was ready to fulfill my fantasy. I nodded eagerly.

He told me there was one surprise — his college buddy, Leo, wanted in. I had only been in MFF threesomes before and was excited to try MMF. He said Leo would come visit after he had a little fun with me first.

He started to kiss me then grabbed the back of my hair and pulled. With my head back, he took his tie and shoved it into my mouth then tied it around the back, gagging me. He unzipped my dress and tossed it aside then removed my bra and panties. I was completely naked while he was still fully dressed, which is something he knew I was into.

A New Christmas Toy – Part 2 [M/F][Bondage]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a9v9q2/a_new_christmas_toy_fffm/)

Kirsty’s eyes widened as the large frame of her husband lumbered into the living room. Curly black hair rolled lackadaisically over his forehead, unkempt from his night of rest. Messy, to be sure, but the messiness brought out an extra edge of masculinity in his face. The white T-shirt that he had worn to bed was barely enough to cover his wide chest. Rippling biceps and forearms sprung from his sleeves as if sculpted by Michaelangelo himself.

Even after years of marriage, Kirsty couldn’t help but blush at the sight of him. It was no wonder all the young secretaries at Dean’s law practice threw themselves at his feet. Who could blame them?

Dean was clearly surprised at the scene before him. No doubt, he had anticipated many things about this Christmas morning, but seeing his wife trussed up and gagged without a shred of clothing to cover her naked body was unexpected to say the least. Her hands and feet were bound tightly with rope. A strand pulled her knees into a bent position so that she was laid flat on her stomach in a hogtie. A single red ball was wedged between her lips.

All I Want For Christmas (M/F, bondage, first-person)

You open your eyes and immediately realize something is wrong. The dim light coming from the window is not the gray of dawn, but the red of dusk. As your eyes clear you realize you are in an unfamiliar apartment; the sparse bedroom furnishings spark no recognition. You realize that you’re wearing a dark green satin nightgown, the lace at the hem tickling your thighs just above the nude-colored thigh-high stockings covering your legs, accentuating their shapely form. You definitely weren’t wearing this when you went to bed the night before. But this is the least of your problems, as those same legs are tied tightly together by leather straps at your ankles, calves, and thighs. Additional straps are holding your wrists around your waists, and pinning your arms to your sides at your forearms and just above your elbows. You try to speak, to voice a protest, but your string of curses are stymied by a thick leather strap gag tightly secured in your mouth.

You hear a rustling of paper to your right, and look over to see me sitting in an armchair across the room setting a book down on a nearby table. I’m fairly nondescript, average height and build with short dark hair and a clean-shaven face. I’m wearing a dark red button-down dress shirt, gray slacks, and black leather dress shoes.