[MF] The night my wife checked all by boxes (a little something for everyone)

I’ve been meaning to post this for a while now, but I always seem to get distracted by the other great stories on here and well… never get to it. What follows below is one of my wife and I’s best nights together and honestly, she went above and beyond the call of duty.

This happened a few months ago. I am 30 and my wife is 29. We’ve been married for a couple of years now and have a pretty decent sex life. She is on the short side at 5’3″, and a touch curvy, but has great perky 32D breasts and an ass to die for. I was a boob man before I met her, and while her boobs are the perfect handful, her ass converted me into a full on Cult of Ass worshiper. She has shoulder length brown hair and fair skin. Her pussy is perfect. I am not allowed to post pictures, but she has a shaved r/simp style pussy that opens to the nicest, pink little lips. While my wife is objectively hot, I am mostly average – 6’0″, short brown hair, 215lbs, and a well proportioned, cut, 6.5″ dick. I guess that’s above average, but holy crap do I wish I bit larger.

[M]y [F]unday (pegging, oral, squirting, restraint)

Greedy. Great word to describe myself. As my daughter’s mother would say, selfish. Ok, keep it coming! This past Sunday was my day, kid free, and my choice as to what happens. Leading up to this, I pulled a couple ideas from my always growing list.

A couple new toys had to be acquired:

SpareParts Joque

CalExotics Me2

My girlfriend routinely pegs me, but our harness was a but cumbersome, so I splurged for the Joque.

We partake in a quick bowl, as it really enhances all the sensations. As I’m gathering things for the scene I’ve created in my head, I put on a JOI for women and tell her to follow directions. The video is about 15 minutes long, about halfway through, I’m ready, so I lay on the bed watching her play. I take pygeum, so I’m literally flowing with precum. From the few minutes of watching her, I left a half dollar sized wet spot on the bed. She didn’t cum when instructed in the video, but she’s lost focus on that, so I tell her I still want her to cum and she does shortly thereafter.

[MF] Fun in the back of a car!

So, this would be back in 2013, in Dorset, a lovely little county on the South coast of England and its mid-summer. My then girlfriend and I were driving to a small village for lunch after a walk in the countryside and she starts to mention how the summer air is making her horny needs to do something about it. Just to tease her, I lift the hem of her light dress and start to run my hand over her leg and slowly up her thigh, and I can feel the heat from her crotch, burning like the surface of the sun.

She pulls over pretty much instantly. We’re just about in the village and she parks up on grass verge, small cottages surround us but the scenery isn’t really registering for either of us (at least not at this time!) as we quickly get out and move to the rear seats. Her car was a Ford C-Max with heavily tinted rear windows…so it afforded some privacy, but someone viewing the car from the front could probably see what’s going on….and as soon as we’re in, her hand is on my bulging crotch, we’re kissing passionately, deeply. Our hands squeezing as we explore each other’s bodies lost in the moment of pure lust.

Awakenings [Erotica}

(Another erotic story I wrote a few years ago. Thanks for reading! Your feedback is quite welcome.)

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**Awakenings**

Chapter One:

She sits, alone again but not really, typing to an old friend online while ‘he’ sits nearby, watching some inane sporting event. She never did ‘get’ the whole testosterone thing. Never could see the appeal of watching a bunch of huge, sweaty men play with balls and smack each other on the asses to say ‘good job!’

He yells “YES!” and shakes his fist, pleased with his team and for a moment, she giggles, remembering other times he’d been so excited.

She thinks back to how it all began…

She was so young then, so naïve. He was married, so therefore a challenge but not much of a threat. They‘d flirted online; they’d talked on the phone in the wee hours of the morning, quietly so his wife could not hear. Him in the closet, whispering, holding his hand over his mouth while he climaxed; she could still hear that muffled ecstasy and remembering it made her smile, made her remember the man he used to be.

His first time tit-fucking her [tribute] [mf]

Nothing was quite like the first time he tit-fucked her.

He had never tit-fucked anyone with breasts as thick and full as hers, her creamy skin tone blending perfectly with her delicate, tan colored nipples. The moment she unclasped her bra in front of him for the first time, he knew his dick was a slave to those beautiful mounds and whatever the rest of her sexy body had in store for him.

They were young. He was 22 and she was 21. They had met at a college party and were friends for a year before they took it further. They didn’t rush into sex on their first real date because they knew they had something more. So they did other things and enjoyed how immensely powerful each orgasm together was, because their was so much intensity in the build up, and in the unknown. They had a few beers and shots a friends house before they called it a night and decided to walk back to his apartment. He didn’t want to fuck her while he was buzzed but he was very horny this particular night. She had worn a tight maroon cardigan that hugged her curves and amplified her huge, beautiful kitties so much. All he could do was look at them all night and try not to get a semi.

Good to be home

I breeze through the door and see you dancing away. Your big ass jiggles and your breasts heave as you dance. Your soft lips in a smile and your blonde hair in a curtain around you. You look so sexy in that black tube top and boxer shorts.

I feel myself growing hard as i walk over and wrap you in my arms. Kissing your full lips, our tongues dueling in your mouth. My hands glide over your soft body, caressing your tits and your sides before i grab your ass. So soft in my hands, so perky and perfect.  I break the kiss and smile at you. “Honey i’m home.” I say and kiss you again.

My hands travel back up your body to your breasts. I cup them through the shirt, squeeze them and i pinch your nipples. “No bra? Naughty girl.” I say with a smile as i raise the tube top over your arms. Nipples growing hard under my gaze i lean down and take one into my mouth. The heat of my mouth encasing your nipple and i flick it with my tongue.

The Carnival (MF, Noncon, Forced, Virgin)

// Reader Discretion is Advised: This story includes scenes of Rape, The Author does not condone these actions in real life, this is just a fantasy //

I was always excited about the annual Carnival; I loved the rides, the food and just the general vibe.

The only thing I dreaded about the Carnival was the Clowns. I don’t know what it is about them, they’re just downright terrifying. But I wasn’t going to let a stupid clown ruin my night at the Carnival. I was 16 now, I needed to grow up and get over my fear of clowns, so I arranged for my best friend Emily to meet me at the Carnival that night.

I got ready at around 7pm and started walking towards the field nearby where they have the Carnival. I paid for my wristband which gets you on all the rides unlimited times and waited by the Ghost Train on Emily, who was already 10 minutes late.

After waiting a further 15 minutes on Emily with no show, I decided that I might as well have a look around, I’d maybe find her or one of my other friends.

The Carnival (MF, Noncon, Forced, Virgin)

// Reader Discretion is Advised: This story includes scenes of Rape, The Author does not condone these actions in real life, this is just a fantasy //

I was always excited about the annual Carnival; I loved the rides, the food and just the general vibe.

The only thing I dreaded about the Carnival was the Clowns. I don’t know what it is about them, they’re just downright terrifying. But I wasn’t going to let a stupid clown ruin my night at the Carnival. I was 16 now, I needed to grow up and get over my fear of clowns, so I arranged for my best friend Emily to meet me at the Carnival that night.

I got ready at around 7pm and started walking towards the field nearby where they have the Carnival. I paid for my wristband which gets you on all the rides unlimited times and waited by the Ghost Train on Emily, who was already 10 minutes late.

After waiting a further 15 minutes on Emily with no show, I decided that I might as well have a look around, I’d maybe find her or one of my other friends.

Married couple at a sex club [MF]

My wife, Meghan, and I have had a great sex life in all our years of marriage. After kids things didn’t stop, but there are quite a few barriers to everything we want to do. Traveling as a family is a lot of fun, but good sex requires a bit of creativity on the road when the whole family is confined in a van or hotel room for extended periods of time. Sex at home is a bit easier. We can’t have long sessions on the kitchen counter, backyard or anything, but locked bedroom doors kept us each able to satisfy the other without fear of interruption.

However, every once in a while we can negotiate with the grandparents and get a few days for a kid free vacation. Last year we were able to swing one of those trips. I was traveling to a new city for work and Meghan was going to come with me a few days early so we could have some fun together in a new place.

Moving Day [MF] [First Person] [Long]

I pull up in the rented moving van. You wave from your window, barely visible from the fortress of cardboard you’ve built yourself into. I smile and shake my head, making my way inside.

As I step through the front hall, I can see you’ve made plenty of progress since I was last here. Nearly everything has been stashed in a cardboard box, which now line nearly every wall and are scattered across the floor.

“You’ve been busy I see.” I shout to you as I work my way between the towers of stored household supplies to get to you.

“I managed to convince Kate to come over and help me last night. Now I’m nearly done.” You explain as you tape up another box, writing “Movies” on it in thick, black marker.

“At least I’m not the only friend of yours getting dragged into this mess.” I say, gesturing to the boxes surrounding us.

“Dragged? You happily volunteered to help me move!”

“Yeah yeah. I can’t say no to you and you know it. You took advantage of me.”