Mrs Perfect Mom [MF][ADULTERY]

True to the best of my recollection, and who could forget this? ….

Tracy and I had met a few times at the park / playground a few miles from where I lived, and, as it turns out, was viewable from the window from her kitchen. The conversations we had had been fairly shallow – cordial, but not particularly meaningful. It’s not because I didn’t WANT to talk to her, it was more because, well, she was beautiful, elegant, and quite honestly, made me a little nervous. She had that combination of natural beauty and grace that you don’t come across every day, and I was afraid of saying or doing something stupid, so unless she happened to be near me, I didn’t go out of my way to interact.

Her hair was long and brown, and her eyes were deep green, almost like an army uniform. She was petite, maybe just 5 feet and an inch or two, and had lightly tanned skin that smelled a bit like citrus. Even if I was single, there was no way. Just no way. I’m just….well…I’m just me.

“Tom and I” Pt3 [FM] Light BDSM, Hotel Sex

*Preface: Hey, welcome back to Part 3! Apologies it’s a little later than expected but thanks so much for anyone who’s sticking around to read these pieces, I really appreciate it! I know this one is really long (if that’s not the preferred format on here please let me know, I’m more than happy to reduce the plot if that’s preferable) so feel free to skip around if that’s ideal for you.*
*I hope you enjoy!*

Part 2 available here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ntdaj5/tom_and_i_pt_2_fm_extramarital_sex/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

(*Vague backstory: The character is married to a man named Graham who she is in an unhappy relationship with. She has been having sexual fantasies about Graham’s coworker Tom, who previously caught her masturbating in a car and fantasising about him. In the last part, they met up at an office party and snuck away together to Tom’s brother’s apartment to have sex, during which they hear someone opening the door.)

*TOM AND I*

It was only at the sound of the key clicking in the door five minutes later that we pulled ourselves apart.

Tom rushed to put his trousers back on, and I began hastily searching for where he had put my dress. The front door was open and I could faintly hear someone walking towards the bedroom.

Jacking It With the Dallas Cowboys!

In a period of fifteen years, from three naked young women in a cabinon Vancouver Island, British Columbia, the Sacred Followers of RoscoeForthright grew in size. After a full year of planning, most of theFollowers traveled to Dallas, Texas for a group ceremony, far largerthan any previous ceremony, more than ten times larger than thelargest meeting on the zoom-platform Oneness2.80,000 Followers, a capacity crowd, joyfully filled the DallasCowboys Stadium.A stage rose on the fifty-yard, with seating on the fake grass,matrix turf with helix technology. The Masters of each Sacred Lodgeformed these first rows of Followers, seated fifteen yards away fromthe stage. Roscoe sat on a raised dais, on a cream-colored love-seat.(Some film fans will recognize this love-seat from Roscoe’s film,Sex Rituals, and other short videos. A favorite piece offurniture on which Roscoe boinks Amber, Beth, Rosalee and Gina.)The girls, Amber and Gina, Rosalee and Beth sit on either side ofRoscoe, reclining on wide circular futons, in bright colors, red,lime green, orange and royal blue. The girls are naked. Roscoe innaked beneath his favorite dark green robe, with golden rune symbolson his chest, and vine, stem and leaf pattern embroidery around hiswide shoulders. All this we see in close-up on the large stadiumview-screens. The erect nipple on Amber’s left breast is seen as anobject one-foot wide! As sitar music is heard over the sound-system,the loud audience noise diminish to a whisper, everyone expectant,eager to heard Roscoe’s first words.“Hello,” Roscoe smiles. “Welcome to our Festival. I will notspoil any surprises. I will simply say, each one of you will betransformed, be transformed by a spiritual metamorphosis, and leave adifferent person than when you arrived. I will direct your attentionto the air, forty feet above my head.”As he said this, a spherical cloud appeared, and grew from a fewinches to a swirling globe twenty feet wide within a few seconds. Theswirling colors were streaks of white and gold. Soon the entireglobe began to pulse with single colors, colors rotating in a series,lime, purple,turquoise, forest green, orange, golden yellow, shimmering silver,and dark red. It took a full minute for the orb to cycle throughthese color changes. The sound of ocean wind accompanied these colorchanges. It was obvious to all, the ocean sounds were coming fromthe swirling sphere, not from the stadium sound-system. The audiencecould also feel wind on their faces and smell salty air.From the center ofthe swirling sphere, the Tibetan God, Chakrasamvara steps forth. Hecarried in is arms, his naked consort, Vajravarahi.

The Door is Ajar [FM][FFM][CNC][sleeping][cheating]

When the end credits started scrolling on the TV, I knew I was fucked. Too soon. My phone read ten o’clock. “Now what am I gonna do?”

My roommate Toby leapt off the couch and ran to the bathroom, leaving me alone with his new girlfriend, Stella. Curled up under a wool blanket, she hid her amazing body from the world. Golden hair, soft curves, and a generous ass that she liked to show off with yoga pants. Toby was fucking lucky.

She yawned and stretched her arms, letting the blanket fall away from her chest. “You’re not tired?” she asked.

“I’m a night owl. Always have been. All the cool stuff happens after dark, you know.”

“Like what?” Toby asked as he came back. “I thought you hated clubs and such.”

I shook my head. “I hate *people*. Douchebags, all of ’em. Did I ever tell you about the last time?” From their glazed expressions I could tell I hadn’t. “Okay. This was maybe… three years ago. Duke and I were at a nightclub. Some retro place called *Nagel*. Anyway, he goes to get us drinks when two guys come over to me like fucking vultures. ”

Roscoe Forthright. The Skull Ritual. Spurt Semen on the Skull.

**As a leader of an international sex cult,** I can say I have seen no porn in the past 40 years which is more interesting than my daily life. My life is cheerful and fun,populated by a small and affectionate group of exquisite young heterosexual and bisexual human females. I think of them as Temple Virgins, though none are virgins, and few enter temples of any kind. ***I spend time developing my sex rituals,writing them down, and trying them out with the girls,*** as a way todecide what works, and what does not work. Both in making sexyfilms, and in creating rituals, my intention is to generate worthwhile spiritual content, and worthwhile spiritual results.

***Many people would get more from porn,if porn had even one small hint of worthwhile spiritual content.***As things stand, most 21st Century porn gets boring afteran hour or two, because it lacks humor, and lacks cheerful,warm-hearted fun, and 99.999% of the time lacks all thought-worthycontent. We watch acrobatic men and women, and girls with dicks,all of which get dull, even when the bodies are pretty to look at,and everyone moans at the appropriate moments. Often we see forms ofbody-twisting which are simply not possible for most humans, on aregular basis. ***Everything is fake and exaggerated, and that is oneprimary source of boredom.*** Point-of-view, amateur porn is often morefun the slick professional porn. Even with POV there is little to think about.If you think I am exaggerating, watch a few of my videos (roscoeforthright.com) My own life is more fun and more interesting than anything I see on TV, cable, streaming services, ***and most especially more fun than any modern porn.***

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**Many of you have seen big cocks in my**
**mouth, in my pussy ~ and tight up inside my anus.**
Those are wonderful places for big
cocks…. warm, friendly places for thick, aching cocks to pump and
pound, and gush sticky rivers of glorious semen.
All that is lovely. But it is not
enough. Porn can be fun to watch, but it is never enough. It is a
fantasy, and most of it happens elsewhere, far from where you live,
between people you will never meet. **Porn will never be enough,**
**because your own cock and your own pussy remain in your own**
**neighborhood.** Porn exists because people are not happy at home, in
their own neighborhoods.
Perhaps local girls are less than
generous, or boys are too shy. Warm, welcoming, cheerful, hungry
bodies exist most everywhere. But not everyone is making the best
use of what they have. Roscoe suggests porn is great for learning a
thing or two, positions you may never have imagined, and group sex
scenes which your Sunday school teacher never mentioned. The fact is
~ Everything truly important happens within fifty square miles of
where you live. Including your sexual opportunities. **Fantasies**
**exist in other places, far off, where you imagine there are girls**
**more attractive and more slutty than your local girls.** The truth
is: There are many local girls who might enjoy sucking your cock and
swallowing your cream. They will giggle and laugh and smile and kiss
you, and do that more than once.
**Of course, some neighborhoods are ugly**
**and hopelessly bleak. With drug gangs or stuffy Christian Country**
**Clubs** ~~ With little or no worthwhile sexual opportunities. Roscoe
suggests people leave the unhappy places, or make specific changes in
the local environment, to make the place more fun and more
satisfying. Other people, people elsewhere will continue to make
porn, and all other forms of entertainment, but no entertainment will
solve the basic problems of the place in which you live.
Distractions, even effective and sexy distractions, never substitute
for useful and joyful changes in your own life.
**I would guess, more than 10,000 adult**
**males over 15 years old would love for me to suck their cocks.** Those
boys would love to shoot semen on my face. Or shoot semen into my
mouth and watch me swallow their come. Of course, that is never
going to happen. But they really enjoy thinking about those things,
and I am happy to help. I might suggest, each one of those boys look
around their own neighborhood, and consider the possibility, one or
more local heterosexual females might really enjoy sucking cocks, and
be open to hours and hours of healthy fun.
**I really don’t know why we never see**
**local oral sex reports on the Evening News.** Tens of thousands of
beautiful human females take tens of thousands of bursts of semen
into their mouths EVERY SINGLE DAY. And we never hear about that on
CNN or FOX or the Evening News from NBC, CBS or ABC.
And, the
fact is: joyfully, cheerfully swallowed semen is soooooo
much more interesting than anything Vladimir Putin, Joe Biden or Xi
Jin-Ping will say today, or any day.

[MFFFFFFFFFF] Roscoe Forthright on 21st Century Sex Rituals

The Tachikawa-ryu school of Tibetan Buddhism worked in Japan, around
1100 Common Era. The Sutra of Sacred Bliss and several skull rituals
were entirely sexual, and very specific about which sex organs to use in
which way. The monks spent much time discussing drinking vaginal fluids
and drinking semen. Boys drank vaginal fluid and girls drank semen. The
school was specifically heterosexual.

In my modern sex rituals, for the Sacred Followers of Roscoe Forthright,
I have deliberately watered-down the original Tantric rituals. I wish
to make the rituals attractive to young people in the 21st Century. Most
modern young people will have no wish to drink menstrual blood. And few
young people will wish to “spread vaginal fluid and semen 114 times
over a skull.” The old rituals are specific like that. Even studly
modern 18 year olds, might consider 114 ejaculations extreme, and **modern**
**young women would get bored touching themselves over and over again,**
**just to spread pussy-juice 114 times over a skull.**

[F for 5974M’s] 5974 Beautiful Bursts of Semen

5974 Beautiful Bursts of Semen
His love is for me,
His thick cock is for me.
His beautiful bursts of semen
and all his intense joy,
all this, my lover brings me.
When we are apart,
my sexual worship becomes digital.
God Bless iPhone technology!
Five hundred miles distant, I can see
my lover stroke his glorious erection,
enjoy him squeezing his balls,
as he moans and comes for me,
all this, my lover brings me.
And I save my best orgasms,
And I save my best joy,
And I save my cash,
And I save my ambitions,
And I save my best love,
to share with the man I love.
Do not imagine for one moment
he is the only man who comes for me.
Many boys shoot cream for me, lovely
boys
in 40 nations.

Google says I have…
5793 followers in 40 nations.
Each boy jacking his happy cock,
gushing his cream, watching my videos.
Each boy uses his imagination.
And I am all for that!
These lovely boys, all 5793 of them,
need and deserve exquisite orgasms,
just as much as my own sweet lover.
And I am glad to help.
With all these facts in mind, I
encourage
each one of my followers,
and all the homosexual men
who have no need to follow me….

[M with FFFF, and 5974 boys jacking-off] Art Camp – The Movie

[ART CAMP. original film by Roscoe Forthright](https://www.roscoeforthright.com/art-camp)

**We are only one day away from the worldwide release of ART CAMP!** The only place to see it is on [roscoeforthright.com](https://roscoeforthright.com). The many zippy, state-of-the-art, expensively produced, ridiculously promoted films on Streaming Services will never give you as much sexual pleasure, **and as many good ideas** as this one feature film, with one, balding elderly guru and four delicious young female humans.

Make no mistake about it, **Amazon Prime, ABC, CBS and NBC would show you girls sucking cock and girls having semen shot all over their faces** if broadcast laws and internet business rules where not so entirely divorced from observable reality. But, the lawyers have made certain, **our publicly promoted reality has little or nothing to do with actual, daily reality** in the lives of billions of people.

[M]y ultrasound tech teased the [F]uck out of me

Edit: formatting

I hadn’t been to the doctor in like 10 years. My wife and I are about to have ourselves a baby, so she insisted I get a checkup. I booked an appointment at a place that does all these different health screenings, most of which I’d never experienced: a lung test, eyeballs, brain scan, and finally a full body ultrasound.

The ultrasound room was down the hall from the other tests, and it reminded me of a massage room. Lit only by one dim, orangey lamp, and she had meditation-type music playing. That, and much like getting a massage, she told me to strip to my boxers and put a towel over my waist while she waited outside. Once back in the room she said she’d scan my lymph nodes, heart, lungs, guts, and all my main arteries and veins.

She got started, scanning my neck, then my chest, then stomach, lots of clicking of her mouse and staring at her screen. It was super normal and boring for the first 10 minutes or so. I almost fell asleep a couple times.