collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
See part 1 for the beginning of this story!
Part 2: I’m not sure how much time passed but suddenly I woke up to the sound of a choke or a cough, and then silence. I laid there for a few seconds when I started hearing wet sucking noises. I was stunned. I walked towards my bedroom door and the noises continued and i could tell for a fact they were blowjob noises, along with the heavy breathing of my wife and Henry, but I froze there and all I could do was listen.
A few months ago I brought up the idea of hotwifing with my wife and finally told her about my fantasies. She was intrigued by the idea, but said she was not interested in trying it until MAYBE after we have kids. I was a bit disappointed but definitely did not want to try to convince her to do something like this or rush her, so I left it at that and only brought it up subtly in some dirty talk during sex once in a while, which seemed to turn her on.
Fast forward a month later, she started crushing on a guy in a show we were watching and told me she would fuck him. I felt a little jealous but super turned on so I asked her if she would hook up with a guy if he looked like the actor she was crushing on, and she said yes. I asked her what she liked about him and she said his personality but also his body and said she thought he’d have a big dick. After that we had one of the most intense sex we’ve ever had. As I fucked her I asked her “do you like big dick?” And she said “omg fuck yeah”. It went on for a while until she came all over my dick and I came inside her shortly after. At this point I should mention that the actor she had a crush on acted and looked very similar to one of my friends but I didn’t bring it up and chalked it up to it being a coincidence.
I’m in college, out with my girlfriends drinking at the bars. We’re all dressed pretty slutty, and I’m dressed the sluttiest by far. Anyways, we’re bar hopping, and we’re outside the bar. There’s a ton of people out on streets, and we notice that there’s this makeshift camera crew filming. Like camera, lighting and all. Somehow, my girlfriends and I get pulled into the filming. This girl hottie host then starts an impromtu interview with us. Sure, why the fuck not.
The host begins, and the topic is all about threesomes. Have you ever had one? would you do one? Boy girl girl, boy boy girl? Stuff like that. Now we’re a bunch of semi drunk college girls, so we’re just answering honestly and embarassilly. And I guess the camera guy is focusing on me, I guess because I’m a tall skinny blonde, dressed in a skimpy dress, and my tits were just out there. Anyways, the host knows what she’s doing and is asking me leading questions. “Well, what about if it was you (pointing to me), me (the host), and a really hot guy?” And I just blurt out, “Yeah, fuck yeah” And the host replies “Well I think you should meet one of my friends”
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12qa9w6/taking_the_bride_for_a_spin_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
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[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12tk07h/taking_the_bride_for_a_spin_part_3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
For the first month after my covert affair with Sarah, I hardly slept. I was on constant alert, sure that each day I awoke would be my last as a free man. And yet, there were no knocks on my door. No sirens. No investigations. If social media was a reliable source, then life carried on as normal. The perfect crime.
But sleep still eluded me. In every free moment, my mind wandered to that night. That perfect night. My eyes would close and I could feel Sarah’s hands in my own. I could feel her legs wrapped about me. The heat of her pussy as it milked my cock. Her desperate pleas to be filled with my cum. I would replay our homemade video over and over. The undeniable proof of Sarah’s deliciously deceptive deflowering. The video who’s sequence and soundtrack I had practically memorized.
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It had been nearly 6 months now. I was focusing on work, building new friendships, renovating my house, and even the occasional date. Back to my normal self.
I have been an exhibitionist my entire adult life. I started posting sexy images on 4Chan of all places, and loved the attention. I got such a rush knowing guys were stroking themselves to me. Once I entered the kink scene, I gained a reputation for fucking in front of people at parties, and I was known for being extremely vocal, enthusiastic, and skilled with a cock in my hands. Eventually, this evolved into me doing some amateur porn with a local producer, and although I was extremely nervous about it at first, I eventually became more confident and started to really enjoy the experiences. Most of what I had done was erotic massage, one of my favorite categories of porn. My partner LOVED it. He loved having documentation where I am pleasured, or where I am expertly stroking a cock. I loved the fact that my porn was being distributed and that men were jerking off watching me.
“Up to the first floor” I said finally. Gripping the edge of the half wall that spanned the difference between staircases. Swinging myself around its sturdy design, still feeling drunk on the card game that happened downstairs. Reliving the last hand just before that prick overturned the table and his life as my leg, the one that smoked from a big drag of that peace pipe that had erupted only seconds before Haro’s twin pistols were sheathed as he staggered back from the mess he had made. To think of the way that table tumbled over. A way that might have made all the difference in winning and taking a dirt nap like Haro.
Knowing the way that victory always made me feel. Feeling the need to orgasm with a kiss or even a touch to my cunt. Rounding my way up those last set of stairs. Seeing the top of those stairs as stair after stair is breezed by. Hearing something, something cuming from one of those rooms to my right. The suction of skin, the echo of two frisky females who did not care about the public hearing.
The closer I got, the further up those stairs that made the distance shorter to my celebrity entrance possible. Each stair was butt a distanced memory as my boots collided with the floor. Pausing, listening to the frolicking females just on the other side of this door. Hearing laughter and gasps. Hearing the hard swallows that always cum on someone’s climax. Inserting the key. Only giving it a half turn as my ears were being filled with the passion of two loves being matched back together in a wild embrace that left the both of them naked.
I went to large 4 year institution that had giant dorms, most of which were segregated by gender,
but a couple of which, including the one landed in my freshman year, were pod style (all same gender in the pod) with co-ed showers that had individualized stalls.
I’m writing again updating my game blog like I’m one of the celeb players. I can dream….
If you read previous installments you know I play in the amateur game using a remote operated stimulation device to put my intimate parts at the mercy of controllers who try to force orgasms out of me while I try to resist. It’s one of the few games where losing feels good.
I’m not playing at the moment but I am naked in my apartment on the bed with the white rubber covered prongs of the device strapped securely between my legs. The upper claw has a firm hold over my clitoris and the spoon shaped probe is curled up my vagina like a hand holding a bowling ball. The device is active and subjecting me to its full range of stimuli.
I’m taking it Bunny style as I write this. I’ll explain later but please excuse any lapses in …in..uhh… concentration..
All this is not actually as sexy as I hope it might sound. For a start me naked isn’t going to ruin anyone’s underwear.
When I was about 30 years old, I worked at a small, but growing company. I had been there for years, starting when there were fewer than 20 of us and the company had grown to almost 100, by the time I was 30. For some reason, this particular field of science was filled with young, attractive women, so the company became a lot more interesting to me over time, as one of the few young, single men there.
I had a gf outside of work for awhile, but we moved on and I was back to being single. I was not specifically looking to hook up with someone from work, but there were certainly some possibilities.
There was one young woman in particular, who was 23, pretty fresh out of college, who was just absolutely stunning. I am going to call her Alex, even though that was not her real name, because the celebrity she most resembled was the women’s professional soccer play, Alex Morgan, just to give you an approximate idea of her appearance. Similar body and facial features. I was higher up in the company than her, but she did not report to me in anyway. I was responsible for training her in many tasks because she was taking on some of my old duties. So, we spent a lot of time together and we had a lot of fun.
So my wife and I have always been fairly kinky with each other. We love dirty hot sex. We met in college and had a couple other mutual friends as well. Let’s just say she’s probably out of my league. I’m by no means ugly or not “worthy” but you could see her with a professional athlete and not be surprised.
Anyway around 2 years ago my wife confessed she wanted a big realistic dildo to use sometimes, our sex was good but sometimes she said she needed that filling feeling down there, which I’m not small but not big lol. At first I was hesitant but we had a lot of fun with it. Seeing her get so wild with the dildo was so hot, she would cum so hard on it, like I’ve never seen.
This started to make me think what she’d be like with another guy who’s hung, and slowly but surely I began to watch hotwife porn and the idea was amazing to me.