[MF] A Married Life Experience [Part 5?] What happened last night

8:30 last night. 

I went out for a walk, sitting watching the NFL Network and NY Jets youtube Jake Azman vids just isn’t distracting enough. 

No text from her yet.  It’s been over an hour and a half already 

What happened on the date

After 22 years of marriage, there is definitely a level of trust that has been built up and is very hard to break.  And, the marriage no longer is about me and her but instead is about US.  Sounds cheesy but it’s true. 

For a long time I was the nice guy beta male. Being kind and gentle but also hiding and concealing a part of myself from my wife.  A big part of that was addictive use of porn.   For a while it got in the way of our relationship. But, I experienced something a while back that shifted things in me.  She has a lot to do with that healing. I started to earn more money too.  A lot more 200K + a year when years past I was only making 70k.  

Pauline, the milf in the basketball team [Straight]

It’s a day close to summer, and I got out of school after a long and tiring day. Finally some rest for the afternoon game. My parents cannot accompany me, so I decide to ask about the group: “Is there anyone available to accompany me since I need the passage?” My friend Lonzo comes forward, with whom I have a good relationship since elementary school, and also with his mother.
Finally it’s time to meet up, while I’m waiting for Lonzo and his family, I take the medical bag and the uniforms bag, to be loaded into the car. They arrive at the hangout, and my eyes can’t help but sparkle. She gets out of the car, a splendor, is Pauline, Lonzo’s mother. My friend arrived a little late for her, in fact she is close to sixty. She is still a beautiful woman. She has a blond and brown bob. She is tanned and has dreamlike hands. She is wearing a t-shirt that really highlights her large breasts, and a pair of black leggings, which make her rear a panorama for her eyes. On her feet she has a fantastic pair of sandals, with her feet fresh from the pedicure. I ask her where I could leave the bags, she opens the trunk for me and helps me to put everything inside. She arranges the bags closely, and I from behind, leaning on me, give her moral support. She doesn’t say a word, she obviously likes my FRIEND leaning on her butt. To me certainly yes. Meanwhile, the parents discuss which path was the best to take, and it’s time to leave. Being all close by mistake to pass between two people I have to lean on her ass again, and my FRIEND begins to get excited. I get into the car, Pauline, my friend Lonzo and his dad driving. The outward journey is very smooth, but the spicy comes in the return journey. The game ends, and we prepare to go home, but before getting into the car, Pauline decides to smoke a cigarette. It makes her 10 times nastier, she kept staring at me while she held her with her fingers. She has begun to lose her brain I think. Lonzo sits in the front with his dad to watch a football match on the phone, and so Pauline has to sit in the back with me. She is exhausted, and evening has fallen, darkness fills the sky. So I decide to whisper in her ear if she wanted a foot massage. She obviously doesn’t refuse, on the contrary, she seems to be starting to get aroused. I’ve always loved her feet, and I didn’t spare myself for the massage. So she raises her legs and rests them on mine, so as to let me work more comfortably. I have her feet in her hands and I can’t get over it. I start massaging them, remove my sandals and use my fingers like I’ve never done in my life. On the heel, on the sole and finally on the toes, the part I preferred the most. At that point I can no longer resist, I lower my head hoping not to be caught and start licking them, especially her fingers, and the cracks between them. They taste spectacular, I can’t describe it, and meanwhile I feel Pauline can barely hold back for her pleasure. At that point the delirium begins, in the dark you can’t see anything and she decides to unbutton my pants, take off my panties and pull out my big dick. Hard as marble after playing with her, he spits her hand and starts moving it up down on my FRIEND. She then moves on to her feet, lubricated with my saliva, and with hers it’s a pure orgasm. To avoid dirtying the newly cleaned car, I whisper in her ear that I am about to cum, and she, with a master stroke, lowers her face and takes my big cock in her mouth. I can’t resist and I cum inside her divine mouth, endlessly, my sperm was swallowed by Lonzo’s mother, and that had been one of the best days of my life. Meanwhile she gets dressed, I tie her pants, and when I get home I greet her, with a hand on her breast as I go out, and a wink.

26 [F] I used to supervise college students doing field work and sometimes I miss how they guys would disrespect me

For several years I worked for an organization that did Environment/wildlife research, basically I was a field lead which means I was out doing field work all day supervising students. Usually these college students were guys around my age range (20 at the youngest) and didn’t appreciate being told what to do by a little 5’3″ gal. For reference I usually was leading two students at a time

This lead to all kinds of situations where they wouldn’t listen to me, didn’t take me seriously, ganged up on me, and generally didn’t respect me at first. As a result they would do all kinds of inappropriate stuff like throw things down my top when I was distracted, slap my ass when I was bending over, spraying me with water bottles, picking me up and rough housing. I just started putting up with it, working long days in a hot environment drains your energy enough and constantly arguing or trying to get them to behave on top of that was extra exhausting.

Eventually it just became normal and playing around – usually at my expense – made the days a little easier. My group usually performed one of if not the best while other groups had constant conflicts and I think it was because I let them get away with so much inappropriate shit.

[MF] A Married Life Experience [Part 3]

(Micro Updates)

Rather than post a bunch of brief installments, I decided to write down some updates as they happen and then post them all at once.  

(Thursday)

I have been journaling…yesterday and today.

I thought it would be best to go ahead and post a collection of my entries from the last two days instead of brief little independent entries.

So I’ve been chatting with a few of the readers on here, answering questions and responding to their curiosities.  It’s been very helpful to gain some of their insight.  Some of them have made some really great points about the situation.  To sum everything up though, I would like to say that my wife and I have been married for almost 25 years. After that amount of time, issues of trust, empathy, compassion, being happy for one another…. It’s all automatic. I truly want beautiful things for her. The  Darker feelings like resentment and jealousy haven’t held a place in our marriage in a very long time.  

A lesbian gets groped (and then some) during a nap by a group of guys- she kinda likes it: [MMMMf] [Dubcon] [CNC] [assault] [anal] [sleep] [groping]

What a bitch.

That was the sentiment playing in Angela’s head as she went up to the pool deck on the roof of her condo building. She had just run into the President of the Homeowner’s association- Karen, because of course that was her name- in the elevator. Karen was much too reserved (repressed?) to show any direct disdain for Angela and her “lifestyle”, but did an excellent job getting her point across nonetheless. It started with an up and down assessment of Angela’s outfit; Karen’s prying eyes taking in every inch of her five-foot-something frame, stopping to linger at the ample cleavage spilling from her black and white bikini top. A distinct “tsk” escaped Karen’s pursed lips before she plastered on the fakest of smiles. “Angela, dear, how are you?” she sang, the very picture of propriety in her shapeless pantsuit. “I’m fine, Karen, how are you?” Angela replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the charade. Angela knew how to play the game- pretending she didn’t know about Karen’s plight to block their condo application, not to mention her subsequent attempts to turn neighbours against them- all because she didn’t approve of their “lifestyle”-if she only knew. Luckily Angela and her partner Liane were likeable people, and the neighbours (along with everyone else on the planet) could see through Karen’s nonsense. Two of those neighbours, in fact, had become regular play partners in Angela and Liane’s open relationship- she wondered what Karen would think about that. Angela bit her tongue as Karen prattled on about who knows what, willing the elevator to speed up. At long last Karen got off on her floor, not before grasping Angela’s hand in some sort of white woman handshake. Angela wondered what Karen would say if she knew that Angela’s hand was inside her partner a couple of hours ago- and she hadn’t washed it.

Dressing provocatively ended up with me getting fucked 💦 [f]23

I tend to be the kind of girl that dresses more conservatively a lot of the time. Sure, I have a adequate amount of extremely sexy lingerie but a lot of the time, you wouldn’t realize it judging by what I wear. Even at social occasions I tend to dress in a pretty chilled manner… unless I’m in the mood to get fucking pounded that night.

Case and point being this one evening, I was feeling particularly horny, because listening to your friends brag about how they get roughly pounded by their significant other will do that to you. I know where my assets lie so I wear a tight red mini dress with ample space to show off my huge double D tits. We arrive at the bar, me and my two girlfriends and within maybe 20 minutes we’re already sat with a group of guys.

It doesn’t take long for me to get to eye-fucking one of the guys, you know, the kind where you can almost reach out and touch the sexual tension between us. Before you know it, we split from our group and sit at the bar. I make the first move, real him in and plant my lips on his. Obviously he goes straight for my tits and I pull away and whisper in his ear “do you want to have them in your mouth tonight?”

Adventures With Lucinda, pt. 2 [FF][Bathtub]

We finally finish late in the night, or would it be early in the morning? Ryan collapses face first onto the bed, drenched in sweat, arms at his side. He falls asleep quickly, satisfied at a job well done. And, truly, it is a job well done. I can’t feel anything but tingling below my waist, and Lucinda checked out half an hour ago. The candles have almost all burned out, just a few stubborn flickering flames illuminating the hot room. My body is wet with perspiration and other juices, an intoxicating mixture of hours of passion. As I lay there, I try to think. Try to take an inventory. Who’s juices cover me, and how much did Ryan really get inside?

Lucinda said her candles were special, and they’d counteract my birth control? Was that possible? My body certainly hoped so as Ryan pumped what must have been at least four loads of cum deep into my aching pussy, two others into hers. How could one guy have so much in his balls? The thought of a cock cuming so much almost pushed me into another agonizing orgasm, but mercifully I fell into a deep sleep instead.

My Sluttiest Dreams Come True… he brings me to game night and shares me with his friends [mf] [group] [oral sex]

I was putting our dinner plates in the sink when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Leave those,” he said quietly and kissed my neck.

He’d been touching me all day long, even going so far as to slip his hand under my dress when we were at the grocery store. And he made us take an extra long time in the freezer aisle just so he could stare at the way my tits showed through my dress without a bra on. He made sure I noticed when other people were staring too, because he knew how much I liked it. It was a good thing I was wearing undies or my thighs would have been slick with how wet he was making me. He had woken up to my mouth on his morning wood – the covers were tossed aside and he looked so good that I just had to taste it – and since then he kept saying he wasn’t ready for round two yet. I was aching to be satisfied and I thought maybe now he was pulling me away for ‘dessert’.

“This is what happens to dirty little toys who don’t watch their drinks. They get fucked, abused and filled while they’re barely conscious.” [part 3] [kidnapping] [toxic] [CNC] [D/s] [group] [captivity] [drugged]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ui7mof/good_morning_youve_been_kidnapped_poor_little/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uix9e0/you_shouldnt_be_ashamed_of_being_a_whore_for_so/)

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When I wake up, my pussy is full again.

I whimper in fear. I don’t know how long I’ve been out or what they’ve done to me since that man drugged me. I’m half-delirious still, my fingers trembling as they claw at the heavy collar around my neck, still attached to the heavy chain that’s locked to the ground.

I’m still in the same room. I relieve myself and am glad to find a steel bucket of water. I think I’ve been washed between them using me, because my hair is soft and fluffy, clearly freshly washed. I wipe off the strangers’ cum from my body, feeling disgusted and turned on at the same time.

The padded door opens with no warning and I scramble back. It’s that man, the leader. The one who made me call him Master.

He smiles affectionately at me, offering me a plastic water bottle and the small blue pill I’ve seen before. I swallow both and sit on the mattress while he watches me closely. Neither of us has said a thing, and his presence is making my skin crawl with fear.

My wife and I have some fun with friends during her shower [Group]

The next day, the four of us all woke up around relatively the same time. There was some brief pillow talk between the girls before we decided we needed to get a pretty quick start to our day. Collin and I both mentioned, however, that we had woken up very hard, and my wife had said she wanted to shower before we left the room. The shower wasn’t big enough for all four of us, but we could all fit in the bathroom.

We all made our way into the bathroom shortly after. My wife got into the shower first, and after she did, I grabbed Angela from behind and bent her over the sink in front of the mirror. She turned her head to look back at me and said, “Give me your cock, I need it so bad baby.” So I grabbed my cock in my hand and started to tease her pussy with it. She bent over further and pushed her ass back toward me, and with that move, I was inside her again. I quickly grabbed her hips and began pushing and pulling her, making sure she was feeling every inch of me sliding inside. Each time I pushed forward, I could see her tits jiggling just above the sink in the mirror.