My wife, his property (Ch.01, part 1)

Hey there, my name is Ben, and I am a 27-year-old guy from Germany. I am about to tell you how my fantasy changed my marriage. After you are done reading my story, it will be up to you to decide whether my fantasy changed my life for good or ruined it completely.

This chapter “The beginning” primarily focuses on how my fantasy was born and also focuses on the first steps on how I started to introduce my wife (back then GF) to the idea of sharing her.

Let’s start with the origin of my fantasy. When I was 16 years old, I got into my first relationship. My ex-girlfriend (16 at the time) had a very high sex drive, and we fucked every day we saw each other. Our sex was not bad, but the problem was that there were periods where we didn’t see each other for quite some time. And that’s when she always cheated on me.

To give you an example, she was from Poland, so one time during the summer holidays, she flew for 3 weeks to Poland “. Little did I know is, that during that time she had a threesome with two guys.

Possession: Christmas Vengeance – Chapter 5 – A Broken Ornament (a villain uses supernatural powers to possess and control a family in their home to get kinky vengeance) [M30s/F30s/f18][NC][MC][Mdom][humil][bondage][ws] READ DISCLAIMERS!

**Don’t start here! Start at Chapter 1!**

**Just reuploading this old series with some edits.**

**Links to all my stories and more chapters to this story are in comments.**

*In this chapter, still possessing the husband, I suspend the mother and daughter in a bondage 69 position above the bed, which allows for several types of incestuous oral fun.*

**DISCLAIMERS**

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That’s the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

**FETISHES / WARNINGS**

Be warned, from this chapter on, the story is very extreme and polarizing. The chance I alienate you with specific kinks increases.

-Non-con

-Torture/Pain/Crying/Sadism

-Incest

-Bondage

A Stroke Story [Mast] [MF]

**NOTE:** Quite literally what the title says. A guy and his friend get off together… but with a twist.

A fork in the road divided the path of friendship between Zach and Jacki. In the silence of the living room, they were about to make a choice, a decision that would change things between them forever. They could talk about it, take a breather to asses and then pick the path they wanted. But that sort of thinking and planning never suited them. Zach and Jacki tended to jump into the pool before ever checking the temperature. However, looking closely enough, Zach always launched off the edge first — so it made sense that in this moment, he took the first step leading them down this new path.

“Go ahead and stroke it,” he said, his eyes on the stunning redhead next to him. “It’s okay.”

Jacki swallowed heavily and then nodded. Her hand encircled the thick shaft and pumped up and down its length. Her movements started slow and deliberate as she worked the half-hard member up to its full size and erection, picking up speed the more it stiffened and grew. Eventually, she reached a quick and steady pace and moaned again, a gooey drop of precum dripping from the stiff member’s slitted tip onto the floor.

The first time [anal] [F32, M37]

I don’t recall when or how it was first brought up. The messages between us in those early days made it quite clear that nothing was off the table. When it came to anal sex, it was something we both admitted we were keen to try, but I didn’t know that was in today’s plans when I left my house to meet you.

(Fully formatted story can be found on my website [here](https://sextoyreviews.uk/the-first-time/) but I wanted to share this one as I really enjoyed writing it…).

I arrive at the hotel.
You’re already there; you’ve checked in, and you tell me to come directly to your room where you’re waiting for me. To prove it, you’ve send me a picture of your erect cock. So perfect, and all for me. A shiver of lust goes down my spine.

As you open the door, I can feel my heart thumping, caused by a mixture of nerves and arousal. Our meetings have always left me satisfied, but wanting more of you.

You don’t even kiss me hello, but instead lead me straight to the bed and sit down. You have a plan.

[FM] Pretending to be Passed Out

In college I used to get drunk at parties, take my panties off, and pretend to be passed out in a bedroom.

I’d lay on my back, pull a tit out, and spread my legs slightly. Sometimes couples would stumble in and fuck next to my seemingly sleeping body. I’d get wet listening to them have sex and sometimes they’d talk about me during.

I know I shouldn’t like it, but more than a few times a guy would find me laying there and touch my titty or pussy. The first time I did this a stranger came in, ate my pussy in the dark, and jerked off on my feet. I never saw his face and became obsessed with reliving the fantasy over and over.

The next time, and thereafter, I would wait for the guy to get brave and lean close to me. I’d mumble “baby, I missed you” and they’d most likely think I thought they were my boyfriend. I’d grab their dicks and ask them to fuck me. They’d always oblige in the dark room. Sometimes they’d eat me out like the first time, but usually they’d hurry their dicks into me and pound hard.

[MF] I would love to hear your story of walking around with a creampie

I’m sorry if this type of post if not allowed but if it is… I have recently had this thought/fantasy/obsession(?) that I just can’t shake… I think it is so hot that any female that I interact with could have a dirty little secret between her legs. I would love to hear your stories of times you’ve taken it in and carried about your day like normal. Went to class, returned to the office, hit the grocery store… has anything embarrassing happened? Did anyone notice? How hot was it to know you were walking around and nobody knows?

Relieving your post-work stress [M4F 20s-30s] [Romance, creampie]

You come home from work at 8:00. A later night that usual. I, your partner of over 5 years, have been in the kitchen, waiting for you. Both patiently and anxiously. Understanding your circumstances. I cooked your favorite meal, specifically for you. It’s been getting cold on the island counter. I haven’t given much consideration to my growling, aching stomach, growing hollower with every minute without food. All I have thought about is you. The woman who fulfills me. Who I would do just about anything for.

I approach you slowly, hands open. I take yours into mine and kiss your smooth, luscious lips. They taste and feel just as good as they look. “Babe,” I gently speak. “It’s so nice to see you. You don’t seem too okay. Would you like to talk about it?” You lean your head on my shoulder as I walk you to the kitchen table, hand-in-hand. You spill everything that has been going on at work, and I listen. I am here and mentally present. For you. I can feel your sorrow through the inflections of your voice and the vulnerability in your eyes. Things just haven’t been okay for you recently, and today was something else. I put my fork on the table after eating a few bites, as I’m not in the mood to eat right now. My gut is satisfied enough. All I want now is to satisfy you however I can.

Oral before Lunch

Rewind eight years, I (22/F – at the time) had gotten my first solo apartment. It had a nice big living room with a backdoor to the porch. It felt like a quiet nature setting, but it was really after a busy highway, just north of the state line. After six months of tip towing around my last roommate, I could finally have sex as often as I wanted. My sex drive was out of control. It was all I thought about when I woke up, was at work, and as soon as I was home I had my toys in me until I passed out.

Often times, I was at work messaging people on Kik. One gentleman (38+?/m) in particular lapped up my sexual appetite and craving for risky sex. We discussed a myriad of fantasies. He didn’t want to keep a relationship just a fantasy. He needed to taste me.

A rare morning when I was working from home, he told me he was going to come over. I politely declined, but he was already driving up from the city. He knew I lived north of the border and told me I needed to tell him which exit to take. I panicked. The needs of my body took over. Exit 1.

Melissa’s new landlord [blowjob][coersion][blackmail][NC][dubcon][landlord][slow build][age gap][m54f24]

*Read the tags.**This is purely fantasy and I do not in any way condone this behaviour in real life.* All original content, written by me F[25]. All characters in all of my stories are over 20 years old* This is my first time posting. 🖤

Melisa was on her way to her fourth apartment viewing of the day. She’d been searching like crazy since being given four weeks notice, so the landlord could renovate and rent for four times the price. Despite putting an offer in for each property that was affordable, no one had accepted her and she had three days left until her lease ended. Backup was she was to camp out in her work basement – which was a pub cellar that’s stank of piss and beer, she’s sure she’d seen a rat down there once too.

Saying a silent prayer, she knocked on the door. This was pretty much her last chance at a place and had looked too good to be true.

Virtual Crescendo ~ Fact vs. Fantasy [M60 F20] {Novel In Progress}

*Hi Dirk,*

*Believe it or not, I was able to sleep last night, but I had nightmares about him again. For some strange reason he came as an evil cartoon on my computer and I was trying to delete him. I used to love dreams. Both good and bad, they’re funny lots of times either way.*

*Lily*

**S**he had long since surpassed being just an internet association of his, Dirk thought, she had morphed into his far-off fantasy girl as they had chatted through online messages.

Delightfully child-like in appearance, Lily, was anything but juvenile to his vivacious hormones. So thoughtfully sweet and soft in manner, so vulnerable and dainty, it was as if she were too rare or exquisite to lay self-indulgent hands upon. 

Still, he might be tempted to ravish her, if an opportunity were ever to present itself; knowing she was a bit on the submissive side; his obtaining that much out of her imagination, at least. 

He needed to do what he could to bring her enjoyment of any sort to maintain her attention as best he could.  After all, she was a rising amateur model on an adult website. Dirk abruptly parried the nature of her profession.