seducing him to cheat [fm]

I remember when I first met him about a year and a half ago. We’ll call him Chris. I asked my friend, Stephanie, about him and she proceeded to tell me he had a girlfriend. I remember being kind of sad, but obviously, I got over it. We got a lot closer this year, though! Me and Stephanie began to hang out with his roommate a lot.

In February, Chris told Stephanie’s boyfriend that he thought I was hot. So then, over spring break, me and Chris kind of started texting and snapchatting, and I was pretty sure something was going to happen between us. But when I got back to school, he kind of randomly just stopped talking to me. Found out a few weeks later that he was getting back with his ex girlfriend. They had a really shitty relationship and have both cheated on each other multiple times, so I was a bit confused, but whatever. Last night, we went out with him and his roommate. As me and Stephanie were getting ready, she turned to me.

“You know… I bet you could get him tonight.” I laughed and glanced towards her, narrowing my eyes.

[MF(Succubus)] Dear Lilith, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Succubus [mast] [oral] [Fdom] [fantasy?] [part1?]

I repurposed a prompt I made for r/dirtypenpals for this story. I’m really interested in feedback from everyone here and am definitely up for writing more parts if there is interest. I really appreciate you reading my story!
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I had no idea what the consequences of my actions would be at the time. I don’t even really know why I did the ritual. Probably an unhealthy combination of boredom and curiosity. How could I have been so reckless, so brazen? I guess I had no respect for the spirit world.

I don’t really remember how I stumbled upon the ritual. I do remember it was on some random blog, with shitty design (think late 90’s Geocities) and typos galore. The author had abandoned updating it more than six years ago. After straining through a few paragraphs of red text on black background, the mysterious author outlined a pretty simple way to summon something called a succubus. He wasn’t clear exactly what a succubus was, some kind of spirit that didn’t fit the good vs evil dichotomy, but apparently he got a great deal of pleasure out of his experiences.

[MF] Our first real hotwife experience. Why do I like this so much?

My wife and I are both in our early 30’s, have a great relationship both emotionally and sexually. We’ve been talking about getting into hotwifery for years. She’s always been open to it but I was the driving force behind the idea. Never pushing or pressuring but encouraging. A year or two ago we met up with a younger guy from CL and she wound up jerking him off while I watched. It was definitely a fun time but we were left unsure how to proceed from there. It was good but not great. Time goes by and we keep talking about the idea of it all. During this time we meet another guy…a bit older than us this time…on CL. We wind up talking to him for several months before we finally met last week. The wife and our new friend met for a drink in a bar while I finished up work. She texts me that they had a good time and she likes him but doesn’t want to do anything that night. I pick her up and we talk about the entire encounter. during the course of our conversation we both wind up getting so worked up we tell him to come back to meet us. we drive to pick him up with my wife in the back seat. he jumps in and while I drive around trying to find space to park I can hear them starting to explore each other in the back seat. I hear her say “wow” and I know its because she’s finally gotten her hand on his cock…which is about 2 inches longer and 1 inch thicker than mine. I finally find a spot to park and turn around in my seat to watch them. her top is off and he’s handling her tits like he owns them and she’s loving it. his fully exposed cock is in her hand and she’s leaning over to spit onto it so she can jerk him off. i know in my gut she’s loving this guy’s cock and she wants to do more but will probably only wind up jerking him off like our last encounter for all the reasons we’ve been apprehensive so far. i run my hand along her back…over her neck and onto her head. i grasp her hair in my fist and pull her head back a bit. she sticks her tongue out. without hesitating i plunge her head down on this new cock that’s much bigger than mine. she moans with pure happiness. he does the same. she proceeds to blow him while he and i roam our hands over her. finally he asks her if he can cum in her mouth. her only answer is to blow him faster until he dumps a thick load down her throat. we put ourselves back together and i drop him off at his car. the wife and i go home and fuck like we first met. we loved it and now she’s dying to have him fuck her. i can’t wait to see him push his thick cock into her. i know all the psychologic reasoning and i know we’re all good. I’m just still so baffled why we both like this so much. i can only imagine how we’re going to fuck after he’s been inside her.

‘Mrs. Lefebvre & I’ [mF, Hypnotized Teacher]

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1997. It’s late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it, with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose, that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season.

And I was missing out on all of it…

I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged music cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Those couple of hours spent silently brooding in detention gave me plenty to think about, kinda like how being locked-up in the slammer will make you comb through your whole life, searching for the mistakes that defined your downward path.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. What was *my* mistake? The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was the hay-day of Bart Simpson, after all.

Well, I’ll tell you…

[FM] Stretched and manually diddled for about 3 hours. Sodomy Sunday, Happy Keister!

What the fuck just happened. My cunt hurts.

Day started out pretty simple, shaved QuarterRican’s asshole for her so she could go on a date later, gave her a quick BJ/HJ 101 on a dildo, maybe did a snuffleupagus impression in her lady folds, sent her on her way. She and I are what happens when cisgender men wake up with vaginas one day, in case you’ve ever wondered. Decided somewhere in there I should randomly throw Adderall in my system, after she left I resigned to spending the day riding my knock off sybian and playing with myself various ways. I like days like today- everything is closed, everybody is doing things with their families, no work, no responsibility, no social obligations. Diddle myself all god damn day, days. Lightbulb, ever since Napsturbate I’ve wanted to continue the make-out assist while I ride my fuck machine- Tinder to the rescue, am I right? Everybody wants to watch a woman ride one in real life, and I’m the slutty Make-A-Wish Foundation. Swipe, swipe, swipe. Yesterday a cute dude my age hits me up send me his Sybian Star Trek fan fiction and I am over the moon he’s messaging me today too. *Note to self: he used the term fan fiction, find out what his fandom is and how deep the nerdy goes. Nerds are my jam, baby. Pro-tip: how someone talks to you online or in person, is pretty much how you can expect them to fuck you. Tone is as important as content. He’s funny, that’s the best sign. Funny dudes are better in bed- I cannot express this enough. How many times have I said this and it’s been true? Nearly every god damn time. I tell him I’m spending the day with bae (torn on naming the fuck machine Saddam Pussein, or Muammar Get-off-e… either way, needs a mustache,) in bed. He asks if I’d allow an audience, DING DING DING WE HAVE A WINNER! Of course, but you have to make-out with me; nobody get’s a free show. Throw him my phone number, he texts me, I send him my address. Now I need to hustle and clean up my house because he’s on the way right meow. Our online interaction was very, very brief but I had only considered we’d suck face while I had a big ol’ orgasm on my adult choo choo.

A night with my Mistress and her friends – part 3 [MFFFFF] [Fdom] [Msub] [bd] [bdsm] [oral]

What follows in this post is the third and final part of my story telling the tale of how I spent an evening with my mistress and her friends. In the first two parts I described how I greeted the guests in bondage and then pleasured them under the dinner table for a special dessert. I will now tell how we spent the rest of the evening playing a few after dinner games mostly for their entertainment. In addition to myself and my Mistress, Charlotte, her four friends are currently enjoying each other’s company and they are Annabel, Sarah, Rosie, and Ophelia.

Following dinner, the smell of the dining room was now awash with the pungent aroma of vagina and so the guests retreated back to the living room. My leash had been affixed to the underside of the table where the four legs joined and I used the opportunity to relax my face and tongue. Not all of the remaining guests had been brought to orgasm as they weren’t all as keen as my first helping from Annabel. Regardless my face was covered in the juices of the four guests as my Mistress had not taken part in this course of the meal.

[MF] Her mom asked for it.

It was going to be a very good night. My girlfriend Lisa was out of town, with her grandmother, and her mother, Lynne, had asked me to come over, to keep her company.

It wasn’t long before Lynne had confessed that she wanted to be used rough, the way she’d seen me take her daughter. It was a dark and rainy night, she was in a see-through nightgown with a frilly bra and panties, and she’d been clinging to me every time the thunder crashed. What would you have done?

We were in the afterglow of her “violation.” She was breathing heavily under me, naked and glistening with the sweat of our violent first sex, and I was holding her down by her hair, looking down into her wide eyes.

It was going to be a few minutes before I could perform again… but not THAT many minutes. It was good to be young and horny all the time, sometimes. I was going to have to find something to do to pass the time while I recovered… it was just going to take a little imagination.

The Heir of the Night Part Two [FM] [NC] [BD] [Mdom] [slave] [fantasy]

All critique welcome and thank you for reading.

The next few days went by slowly. Each day we rose at sunrise, rode until midday to eat and continued on horse until sundown. My continued escape attempt always failed and quickly grew into a sport for the bored soldiers and commander.

“Rise and shine, little lady.” Samuels’s voice whispered in my ear as he untucked us from his bedroll. The first night they tied me to a tree, but managed to cut the rope using a sharp rock. As I tried quietly to sneak out of camp, I stepped on a branch, making a slightly audible cracking sound. Within seconds the guard on duty had tackled me, using his body to pin me to the ground as the other guard fetched the commander. Since then, I had been sleeping in his bedroll with his arm firmly around my waist.

What he doesn’t know… [MF] [Cheating]

I was out of town for a business trip, and the first night stopped by this little casino to play some poker. I took my seat, and at the table was this tiny little blond, with thick hair and huge tits. Very reserved and knowledgable on how to play. I noticed she had this huge rock on her wedding finger.

I started chatting it up with the other players, and the dealer having a few laughs. The dealer asked where I was from and I explained that I was out of town, and traveled a lot for my job. A guy at the table asked if that bothered my wife. I laughed, “No, I’m single, I just haven’t been able to find a ‘good woman’.”. I then said to the dealer, “Why couldn’t I meet a quality woman playing poker?”, and he pointed to the blonde and says, “Stacy’s a good woman” she blushed and laughed.

I said, “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”, she reluctantly said,”Okay?”. I asked. “You’re married, right?”, “Yes, I am”.

I looked at the dealer and said, “See, there you go, all the good ones are taken”. He just smiled, and she did too. I said,

An Offer for an Officer [MFM]

I didn’t see the cruiser parked amidst the weeds in the median until we were practically on top of it. Given the circumstances, though, who could blame me? My wife, Lacey, and I had enjoyed a wonderful night out with another couple, friends of ours, getting dinner at a new Thai place in Springfield and then enjoying some live music at a bar down the street. I’d had a couple of drinks at the bar, but Lacey and her girlfriend had several, chatting over the insistent bass of the band and catching up on work gossip. She was feeling horny as soon as we’d got in the car for the thirty-minute drive home, her hand finding my crotch before I even buckled my seatbelt.

As soon as I made the highway outside the city, my fingers started searching for her sex as well. I trailed my fingers from her knee up to her hip and then back down, slipping my hand up under the white peasant skirt she’d chosen for the evening, squeezing her thick thigh. I kept moving upward in a series of squeezes until I found a pair of lacy panties already damp with want. She let out a low satisfied groan as I started to stroke her through the thin fabric.