Fantasy of Cock Sucking, Part 1: My Wife Discovers, And Encourages, My Bi Fantasy (MF) (Bi-MM Fantasy) (Cum Play)

It’s amazing to me how a brief off hand comment or fleeting thought can take hold of a person and grow into an obsession. This happened for me and it had led me, an otherwise straight, married, father of two, to become obsessed with idea of sucking a beautiful cock and swallowing its cum. I phrase that obsession carefully, referring specifically to the cock and its cum, not to the man attached to that cock. It could be any man, tall or short, blonde or brunette, slim or husky, black or white, just so long as he has a nice looking cock. I just want to feel that beautiful flesh sliding between my lips and savor the feeling of it depositing its load on my tongue.

How did I get here? It all started recently, just after my wife had finished giving me one hell of a great blowjob. With the remnants of my cum still on her lips, my wife gave a deep kiss, sharing the taste of my cum with me. When I responded eagerly, she offered me her fingers, with a few strands of cum that had escaped her mouth clinging to them, and told me to lick them clean, which I gladly did.

Vacation leads to hotwife experience (MMF)

I preface this story by saying this is a piece of fantasy based on some real live facts. This event did not happen but maybe one day it will. Also this is my first piece of writing something like this.

 
Before we start, I am a 47-year-old male in decent shape, work out daily, 6ft, 190lbs, average sized cock, fun personality. My wife is a super attractive 40 year old that looks way younger. She’s about 5’4, 120lbs, with curves, and lights up the room when she enters with her friendly personality and looks.

 
My wife and I don’t get much time away without our kid and luckily were able to book a resort vacation for a few days in Maui. Typically, we head to the other islands for a few weeks with our kid but decided we needed a little couple time. We were really looking forward to it even if it was only for a few days. As the trip was approaching, I noticed her picking out the swimsuits she was bringing, and they were her usual beach wear (we go to the beach weekly and none of these were a surprise). I told her “Sweetie, you haven’t bought yourself any new swimsuits in a while and we are going to an adult only resort why not get something new and cute”. She agreed and immediately went online and purchased a few pieces. My mind was racing to see what she was going to buy because I love how she looks in a bikini. The way her body moves, her boobs look, and the confidence she has is a real turn on. I decided to be patient and wait til she shows me at the resort.
 

[MF] A Girl’s Night Out

I smile at the bartender as I pass her my credit card to start my tab. It was one of those days today, and I just needed to get out of the house and be some place where I wouldn’t know anyone. I close my eyes as I take a pull from my beer, the cold rye taste filling my mouth as I savor the cold hoppy flavor. Relishing in the release and riding the wave to finally relax after the day’s events. I set the pint down, looking around to take inventory of the bar.

Dim lighting, a nice crisp contemporary feel to it. There is a stage for bands on the weekends, and a large enough dance area that is away from all of the seating. A pleasant contrast for those who want to live it up and those enjoying the music and atmosphere. It is starting to fill up as I finish my review of the bar. I can hear you and your friends coming in, loud and excited for a night out. I absently look up at the muted TV’s, watching nothing as I take another long drink.

Pirates, Thieves and stowaways part 5

( soft core pirate themed erotic fantasy)(TW violent interrogation no sex)

Chapter 5: justices to the Tyrant officers

The pirates gathered the living and corralled them on the main deck the body of an officer who was still twitching lay across a cannon in view. A swarthy man in a teal green headscarf and a reddish brown beard stood off to the right. a scrawny half orc with patchy green and pail pink skin stood to the left. In center was a lady that stood medium tall with purple red curls. From which protruded a pair of knife like pointed ears. Each ornately decorated with fine silver and pearls. Around her waist was draped fine sashes and belts with twin swords sharing a scabbard at her hip.

“ each of m yeu are ‘ere becaue’ of ze decisions of yeur betters. Many out yeu takon away vrom your o’mes. Our fight is agains zhose who o’ppress yeu. We welco’me zhose who wish to join our ra’nks to step forwa’rd now. “ the elf said through a thick accent.
Dunkin stood up and stepped forward. “ I would like to join “ he said calmly. He then recognized the man who stood to the right. Dunkin froze as the man locked eyes with his.

Spicy married Indian woman opened(her) up

“Happy Birthday,” I whispered into her ear.

As we lay in the moonlight flooded room, our bodies wrapped around each other, still hot and sweaty from loud, screaming sex, I inhaled deeply the unfamiliar odor of a new woman. I loved the smell – it pulled me to its source. Her gorgeous, miraculously tight, fucked pussy. Descending down her body, licking her startlingly dark nipples en route, I placed my face in front of her pussy lips, opened the wide labia, and took a deep breath of her inner cunt. I stuck my tongue deep inside her.

“Ooooooh, don’t you ever get tired?” she moaned, writhing her hips so that my face was smeared with her juices.

I felt my cock come back to life. If you had told me 12 hours ago that I would raise my mast again less than 15 minutes after cumming, I wouldn’t have believed it. But then, who would have thought being stuck in a stressful relationship, I would be in a hotel bed, cumming explosively into the pussy of a married woman I had met only that day.

Married Hottie: I bought the coffee, she brought the cream [FM]

“Sorry, your reddit content is a little bit too much for me:)”

I had invited someone who had posted on my local r4r page to check my Reddit content out and judge if I fit her criteria to meet up and have good ol’ fashioned sex. Alas, ’twasn’t to be. To cheer myself up, I was reminded of the saying “*Some days you’re the pigeon, some days the statue*”. Today, I was decidedly a statue.

A few days later, however, I see an orange envelope. A message from her!! She said she tried and liked the coffee shop I had alluded to in my earlier message as a meet-up spot.

“*Her post is wildly popular, why did she choose to write back again to me? Must investigate!*” ran my internal monologue. Not wasting any time, I offered to buy her my favorite drink from said shop. She didn’t say no.

Leading up to our meeting, I sussed out that she:

-a very hot new mom who happens to be breastfeeding

-would love to be deep-throated

-loves the idea of sex in a public place

Fitting room surprise (work of fiction/fantasy)

(I am a freelance short erotica author. I don’t have anything published even though my fans have been asking constantly when I’m going to have it done. Hope you all enjoy.)

It was getting to the point that he got tired of wearing dress pants to work. He decided to go buy some black jeans so he could feel somewhat normal at work.

He went to Walmart and was looking through the jeans. It was difficult for him to find his size. Most stores didn’t sell 34×36 jeans or any pants in that size for that matter. And if they did, they didn’t last long before they were bought up. He wasn’t sure which. But he found the closest he could. He found one pair of 34×34, grabbed them and headed to the fitting room. He had to go find an associate to unlock the door because it always seemed they never had anyone working solely in that department. She came and unlocked the door and let him in.

Sharing is caring Part 2/2 [mff]

Jolie started to stand up and looked over at me, reading the disappointment on my face. ‘What’s kind of little slut would let that delicious rock hard cock go to waste?’ She said. ‘Shelly, should we go have another round of fun, and see if we can blow your man’s mind out?’

I spit my wine out. I didn’t think I was going to get my chance tonight, and I also didn’t know how Shelley would react to Jolie’s comments. My wife was drenched in Jolie’s cum from her face to her pussy. She looked completely ravished, but I saw a glint in her eyes as she considered this proposal from Jolie.

As these two hot fuck sluts looked at me, my cock swelled and pulsed even more. I could tell I was in over my head, and the anticipation was starting to become more than I could bear. Every vein in my rock hard member was standing out, and the head was filled up and had doubled its normal erect size. I was sitting at my full 7” of hardness, and these two were ready to have their way with me.

My dad’s friends

My dad had a hangout he’d go to occasionally with friends to play cards or watch a game. It was right down the street and I always remember passing it going just about anywhere. He took me inside once when I was younger and looking back now, I think it was the first interaction where I noticed the affect females had on men.

We were only in there for a few minutes to pick something up, but I remember feeling the eyes of all of these men on me. I can’t say I necessarily liked it at the time but it was certainly different. A handful of them made jokes or comments to/about me as well. Comments about my “budding breasts” to the shorts I was wearing. I was taught to be polite so I just remember standing there smiling. My dad would quickly change the topic and then get me out of there. I even remember him telling me I’d understand more when I got older.

I’d go in that place once more and the comments were similar. It was playful and harmless, I knew upon that second visit and again looking back now, I get it all.

Co[m][f]ort on a cold U of Minnesota night (20s)

[*This is a story I collaborated on with a friend-of-a-friend after she read my own story posted earlier this month, because she wanted to have her own awkward young experience get a “glow-up”. I hope our work together is interesting to read!*]

I am now, in my thirties, very confident in who I am and what I want. I like to think I am a pleasant person in general, if you were to meet me on the street; but in the bedroom, I know exactly what I want—obedience. I am a domme, and not just proud of it but *revel* in it.

But I didn’t always know that about myself. I was, once upon a time, 20. It was the early 2000s and I was in college at the University of Minnesota.

I’ve always been a very type-A, extroverted person, and not someone who takes shit off of people. I got used to being called a bitch very early on in life and take it as a point of pride. In high school I got a lot of smoke blown up my ass because I was not only smart and academically accomplished, but tall (especially for an Asian woman—I’m half Vietnamese, half Taiwanese, so how I got to be 5’10” is a mystery) and was, at the time, fairly athletic, even if I didn’t do college sports.