Our New Hobby – A Husband’s Perspective Part 2

**She Said What?**

Donald announced himself with a rather timid knock on the door. I answered the door and took in the gentleman who would soon be fucking my wife. He wore a charcoal gray suit, blue shirt and a maroon tie. I invited him in and asked him if he wanted some water or something stronger.

“No thanks Rob, I just want your wife,” he said smiling.

“She’s in the bedroom, but first she has some rules. She wants both of us to do everything she tells us. She won’t ask us to get involved with each other and I’m only going to watch. She wants the whole thing videoed so she can see it later. And she doesn’t want you to use a condom. Can you live with those conditions?”

“So she’s going to tell me what to do? I’m cool with that. Sure those are no problem. I’d love to get a copy of the video, that’d be so cool? Let’s go.”

I walked Donald into the bedroom, where my beautiful and sexy wife was waiting, standing by the window. She had put on a little black dress over her lingerie, but still looked so hot.

The Work Trip Predicament [M/F] – Part 2

Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g03wpw/the_work_trip_predicament_mf/)

Finding her head nestled into Mike’s chest, a pleasant calm greeted Alina as she awoke softly to the obnoxious trill of an unfamiliar phone alarm. She blinked focus into her vision and lifted her head wearily to see the source of the sound, a heap of their clothes and bags returned to the room. They had been placed opposite the bathroom, as if someone had slyly snuck in the front door and pushed the items inside before slinking off. The memories of the night before soaked into her mind and the shame of it twisted her stomach. It was a unique blend of embarrassment, disgust and anger. Running over it made her ill, and she had to be away from Mike. She pushed off him, but his arm was wrapped around her and it was too heavy to push off when her muscles still hadn’t awoken yet. Her small fingers pressed lightly into his shoulder.

“Mike, wake up…” she spoke softly.

[M]y [F]riend slid into my bed, then slid my bare cock inside her while her [F]riend slept feet away.

About 5 years ago, my friend, Daria (names changed), and her friend Anya were in town for the weekend and Anya wanted to get a tattoo. I lived in a neighborhood with tons of bars, restaurants, and tattoo parlors, so I offered to let them crash on my couch afterwards since it would be a late night. My apartment was a pseudo-one bedroom; there were walls separating the living room from the bedroom but no doors, two floor-to-ceiling cutouts and a gap at the ceiling along the longest wall, so there was visual privacy but no real sound privacy.

Now, Daria and I were just friends at this point but already had a history. She was actually the first woman I ever met up with from Tinder, and we were FWBs for several months before she had to move to a different city. That had been a year previous though and we had only hung out non-sexually since then whenever she visited. At the time this happened, I had started seeing someone for a few weeks and while we weren’t exclusive, I wasn’t looking for anything else and was planning on starting a serious relationship. To paint a mental picture, Daria’s white, about 5’1″, long dark hair, thicc, and a distractingly massive chest while I’m mixed Asian/white, 5’7″, bearded, slight bit of a dad bod but in fairly good shape. Anya is about 5’0, SE Asian, olive skin, short dark hair, slender and petite.

[FM] Happy Birthday to Me

It’s my birthday, and like any good and dutiful wife, all I wanted was for my husband to fuck the shit out of me. He’s nothing if not obliging.

The day passes without much incident, and I’m beginning to worry that it will get away from us, and the marathon-fucking I’d hoped for will be relegated to an evening quickie before bed. Not that I mind the variation, but, as you recall, it’s my birthday.

Luckily, as the night winds down, he leads me upstairs and to our bed.

“I want to give you a massage,” he says, and I grin. I’ve not once had a massage from him that didn’t end with phenomenal sex, and at this point it’s a conditioned response. I think I’m already moving my hips in anticipation.

I undress, he undresses, and I lie facedown, closing my eyes as he gets some oil and rubs it over my body. He rushes a bit, a product of having waited all day and being turned on. I don’t blame him, as my pussy has been aching for attention since he told me he was going to massage me, and relaxation isn’t at the forefront of my mind.

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 1 (MF) (Office Play)

Bing

Anna’s computer notifies her that she has a new email.

“That new girl Anna makes it so hard for me to focus on work at my desk. Seriously, I’ve been having to go jerk off in the bathroom like 5 times a day since she started. I can’t stop thinking about how I want to be in her mouth. How those big tits of hers must bounce when she’s fucking. But she has that one sparkly finger which means she’s off limits. Her husband must be a fucking animal in the sack to tie down a hot piece of ass like that. Goddamn I feel like a horny teenager again, Jerry.”

“Jerry?” Anna wonders. “Who is Jerry?” Clearly this email was about her but wasn’t meant to be seen by her. What should she do? Report it to HR? Let the sender know about hi mistake? Or respond and see what other kinds of dirty things have been thought about her at her new job?

Anna decides to delete the email, ignore it, and try to figure out who the hell Jerry is so she can address him in person. The day goes on. She tries to put the email out of her head. Hours later a man stops by her cubicle.

My Quarantine Survival Guide, Part 1: Reenter Riley ([MF], cheating, long)

There are stories that start off as humble brags and end up being a cautionary tale. There are stories that are supposed to have morals that are really pointless. There are works of absurdity. I’m not sure where this fits into the mix. I’m bored of consuming content and want to create something, to have anything to show for weeks of isolation. And it’s a little bit of “here’s an interesting thing; I hope you enjoy it.”

On some level.

I think this is probably a survival guide for the pandemic. We’re all stuck in a completely bonkers environment with little sprinkles of normalcy pervading our quarantine clusters. There’s death all around you and you need to make the most of the little bits of life that you can get. That’s rule one in the plaugelands.

Before the lockdown or quarantine started, I was watching that Freddie Mercury biopic. He had a line where he was talking to a girl (probably more than one line actually; it was a refrain to match the eponymous song) where he said she was the “love of his life”. And it seems a little stupid, right? That Freddie Mercury, the gayest rockstar of an era, has a woman that is the “love of his life”. I mean, he ends up with a dude. With a lot of dudes in between. Takes him awhile to get there, but that’s his jam.

Early morning on the farm.

Hey guys, this is my first time writing. Let me know what you think, my girlfriend seemed to love it.

5:00am – I awaken to the alarm for our morning feeds blaring in my right ear, I stop it quickly so as not to wake you up. We had taken a nap for 2 hours to get some more energy before we started working again.

I look over and you’re fast asleep, lying on your sides with your ass pushed out towards me. I can’t help but grab it, fantasising about your body backing up into mine. I start massaging around your hips in circles, its not long before blood starts racing to my penis, I can see it twitching as it begins to throb.

I gently lift your lower body towards me and wedge my now erect penis in between your ass – you twitch as if you are about to awaken. Sure, I could have moved myself but it’s the control that I like.

I move my hand down your leg slowly, first towards your pussy, then towards your ass. Back, and forth.
It was the first stroke of my dry hump that fully wakes you up – good morning.

Part 3: Things get crazier [FM]

Its not important to read Part 1 and 2 to enjoy this story.[Part 1 Link](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gbq46f/my_friend_fucked_me_hard_at_his_house_and_treated/)

[Part 2 Link](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gcaw6k/part_2_my_friend_fucked_me_hard_at_his_house_and/)Summary of both parts: My name is Emma and I am a 19 year old Female, 5 feet 8 inches, I am petite athlete with a C-cup bra size, I am a brunette. I was new to a college, my room mate introduced me to boy named Brian, we became really close, ended up fucking on Christmas, one time thing.

Well I’m getting tired of telling you guys this story slowly so long story short, Brian and I ended up becoming FWB for a year and after that we got together, and now it’s been 3 years since we’ve been together.[My Pic 1](https://www.reddit.com/user/Zara1080/comments/gddr9s/_/)
[My Pic 2 (body pic)](https://www.reddit.com/user/Zara1080/comments/gc9vy5/meeee/)

There’s 2 or 3 more stories that are worth telling, i mean i feel like I should only tell stories that are unique or in some way special to me.

Disciplined By the Librarian (MF) (Office Play) (Public Sex)

“Please, come in, ma’am.”

Anna enters the librarian’s office.

He closes his office door behind her and motions for her to have a seat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk. He circles around and takes a seat in his leather desk chair.

“Anna, I trust you know why you have been called to my office,” his deep voice reverberates off the walls.

“No, sir,” she says, not making eye contact with him.

“Oh, you don’t? I find that hard to believe. Ma’am, you have been making use of the library’s private study rooms as of late, have you not?”

“Yes, sir,” she says.

“And are you aware that these rooms have security cameras in them? That anything and everything you do in the room can be seen?”

Her eyes widen and she bites her lip nervously.

“No, sir. I did not know that,” she says, maintaining her gaze on the floor

“Would you like to change your story about why you’re here? Or should I proceed to the visual aids?”

She says nothing.

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 4 (MF) (Switch) (Oral) (Sub/Domme)

After Rod leaves the boss told Anna to get dressed and take some time to recover. He asks her to make sure his appointments for the rest of the day are set up and ready to go.

“You did well, Anna. I’m impressed you were so willing to do that for me,” he says as she gets dressed.

“Well, sir, I am at your beckoned call for things. I was surprised you had me blow another man, a gay man no less, but I would never question you,” she says with a smile as she closes her dress around her body.

He puts his hand beneath her chin, tipping her face up to meet his, kissing her deeply on the mouth, the taste of mouthwash washing over the gesture.

Anna coughs slightly and shows herself out of his office, makes herself some tea to soothe her throat, and texts her husband to tell him about the upcoming trip to Europe for work. “Hey babe, boss asked me to go with him to meet with some clients in Europe next month. I don’t really have a say in it, but I wanted you to know! Love you.”