[Part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/awvuim/a_wife_grants_her_husbands_birthday_wish_part_8/)
Tag: Fantasy
The good old days of Tumblr [M, MMF, voy, cuck]
Travelling for work, you never know what kind of internet access you’ll have or if you can trust who’s monitoring it. It pays to have a “wank bank” of porn on a UBS key for those lonely nights when you’re in the hotel room, alone, and you can’t sleep. Me, I’m a little old school: images not video. Amature not professional. Mature not nubile. Tumblr accounts that hoovered up postings couples made, posts of photos taken during semi drunken encounters or fantasy fulfilment escapades always turned me on. The cuckold husband. The hotwife. The old friends who decided life was boring, youth has escaped them and reputation be damned they were going to have fun and show the world what they were capable of. I had my favorite accounts, kept them up to date, knew the ones that were trusted by those who made content and those who craved it. I would scan through them, imagining myself amongst the action. Being the stunt cock in the mix, there for the fun but a side attraction for the main event that was hedonism and infidelity in action.
[F]aceti[m]e Sexy Time
So Thursday marked a year since James and I broke up, and though we’ve mostly moved on from each other, it’s fair to say we miss each others’ bodies and the constant flirting via text and FaceTime a long distance relationship brings. On Tuesday, we were both feeling ridiculously lonely and exceptionally horny, and released it on each other. It started as my Snaps going a little lower than usual, showcasing my tits barely contained by our favorite sports bra, to a shameless mirror selfie in the booty shorts that drove him wild. All this was met by enthusiastic frustration, and revenge was launched in the form of shirtless pics (I still drool over his upper body), then the pants going down a bit, culminating in a faint but definitely present bulge display. Since he had homework to work on and I had frustration to take care of, I figured we were done after a “We shouldn’t be doing this.” I wandered to this lovely sub, expecting to take care of myself and hit the hay.
He had other ideas.
Long Flight Home-Dinner & Dessert (part 4 of the Carmen Adventures)
*Tap, tap* “Monsieur, Mademoiselle, shall I bring your dinner in?”
Carmen was asleep. With each breath her belly pressed into mine. The door opened and Henri wheeled in the cart with the food and six open bottles of wine: three each of red and white. “You choose the wine please,” I said. He nodded as he finished setting the table.
“I will have something for you to clean after dinner, Henri,” I said as he was leaving.
“Very good, Monsieur. I will see to it,” he said, winking as he left.
I brushed my fingers down Carmen’s cheek. She stirred and inhaled deeply and said, “Food’s here?”
“Henri just brought it. You hungry?” I said as I undid the seat belt at her back.
“Famished.” She kissed me then eased herself off my lap. She let the pajama top fall to the floor, raised her arms above her head, stretching all the way up to her tiptoes. She slowly turned and walked into the bathroom. Before she closed the door she leaned back for a look at me. She saw the wet place at my crotch and said, “Hmm. Nice takeoff. Heh, heh, heh.”
Spying on my Teenage Neighbor [Mf] [Voyeur] [Enf] [First Person]
I’m not proud of this, but it happened. I need to get it off my chest. Names have been changed for obvious reasons. It went down a little something like this.
I settled into my reclining sofa and cracked an ice cold beer. It was an unseasonably warm May afternoon, and the sun was at its peak in the clear blue sky, scorching everything that was under its glare. The thermostat read a blistering 81 degrees. I was about to flick on the TV when I heard a knock on my front door. I sighed and rose to answer it.
“Hi, Mr. Peterson!”
A nubile young girl with sandy blonde hair stood before me, wearing a bright pink bikini top and a pair of daisy dukes, unbuttoned to reveal the matching bottoms. I did a double take. Who was this pretty young thing? And how did she know my name?
“I’m trying to earn some money for the summer and I saw that your car could use a little wash. Mind if I take care of that for you?” the girl beamed at me with bright blue eyes and a charming smile.
[MF] The luckiest day of my life: the time I fucked the married woman of my dreams
I had known Anne for as long as I could remember. A few years before I was even born, my mother opened a florist in our hometown and, over the years to come, built a profitable little business. Anne was one of eight full-time employees, all of which I came to know during the course of my childhood and adolescence. The women employed at the flower shop were all endearingly nice to me any and every time I was around. It helped that they had tremendous respect for my mother, their boss.
Anne was the youngest of the women who worked for my mother, though she was still 22 years my elder. Married, with two kids, she was also –by far– the most attractive physically. Anne was modest, most likely due to the fact that she married young. Despite possessing an incredibly toned body, she never flaunted it. She was petite, maybe 5-foot-4, with a blonde pixie cut, stunningly bright blue eyes, and a bubbly, friendly, personality. Her face was that of a classic girl-next-door beauty, cute as a button, naively unaware of her true beauty. She was the type of girl whose smile made you completely unaware of your other surroundings. Her professional, conservative-ish, work clothing went to great lengths (disappointingly for me) to obscure her assets, but it didn’t take much imagination to picture what she had covered up. As I progressed into my teenage years, I put my imagination (and a photograph of Anne I had slyly “borrowed” from a drawer at the office when no one was watching) to work several times in the privacy of my childhood bedroom.
Cum Loving Slut at a Party
*This story is just a fantasy of mine*
Let me start with a little bit about myself.
I’m Lea, a 5′ 5″, 115 pound, 23 year old girl and my bra size is 34B, on the rare occasions that I actually wear one. Not the biggest boobs but I’ve never gotten any complaints. I’m brunette, white, bisexual, and insanely horny. For years I would get turned on by the slightest sexual tension and soak right through my panties. It would embarrass me when it happens in public if the thrill of someone noticing my slutty mess didn’t turn me on so much. Sometimes I’ll go commando in skirts and dresses, both nervous and excited at the thought of my pussy being exposed or my grool dripping down my leg for all to see. Sometimes I’ll even put a butt plug in and just walk around until I’m dripping wet, fantasizing about a man noticing me and ravaging my tight body. I’m almost always carrying a dildo in my purse for those instances that I can’t control myself or find someone to play with and need to fill my sloppy little pussy. I’ve always loved sex, and I learned quickly that I especially loved being being fucked roughly. As wet as my pussy gets I feel like I was made for fat cocks to slide right in to my holes.
Hotels bring out the best [FM]
My FWB has this fantasy of fucking all night in a hotel room. I lightly made fun of that fantasy because he’s normally a one round and dead to the world type of guy. I felt like we would fuck around for 30 minutes then he would be asleep while i watch TV.
Yesterday in a spur of the moment he booked a cheap hotel and picked me up and we checked in. On the way to the hotel I was lightly roasting him some more saying this was a dumb idea. He was easy going until we got the keys to the hotel room.
On the way to the elevator he pushed me hard against the wall and grinded his now semi-hard dick on my ass. The second I moaned he pulled off me and walked away. We get in the elevator and I reach for his dick, feeling it harder than before. He swats my hand away.
A Wife Grants Her Husband’s Birthday Wish (Part 8)
This is Part 8.
[Part 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/awlp3v/a_wife_grants_her_husbands_birthday_wish_part_7/)
My wife knew so much about what I liked sexually. We’ve been together for years and explored our bodies thoroughly over that time period. I knew what she liked and how she wanted it done to her. But my wife was another story when it came to doing this in the bedroom to get me going or to get me off. I’ve mentioned it here before but she knew the right set of buttons to press with me to get me right where she wanted me.
She knew my kinks and what I got off on better than any woman before. She was comfortable with it and as we shared our sexual past more and more with each other, she grew to like it.
THE NIGHT I BECAME A COCKSUCKER…
**I had met Cindy about four weeks ago and we had a few dates so far, going to a movie one night, dinner another, Netflix and pizza at home a couple of times. I found myself really liking her and enjoying her company. Intelligent and funny, she was about 5’6″ with a slim, petite figure. Her breasts were small, but I’ve always liked that and found them a huge turn on. Her hair is best described as raven black which I found particularly attractive, it matched her eyes perfectly.**
**We were on our fifth or sixth date, having a few drinks at the bar in the local pub, talking about this and that when Cindy suddenly changed the subject to sex, and asked me in a very dramatic fashion,**
**”So, John, have you ever had sex with a man?”, she asked bluntly.**
**I was so surprised by the question I just stammered out that I had not.**
**”Have you ever thought about it? Are you interested?”, she continued.**