Coming Home From Work [mmf] [sharing] [anal] [oral] [cum]

I came home from work to find you on the bed with your legs in the air spread wide open. The man holding your legs up had his cock deep in your ass. You saw me and smiled. I sat down to watch from the couch.

He fucked you slowly and rhythmically and it made your breasts glide forwards and backwards. I could see from here how completely soaked your pussy was. I don’t know if it was from him fucking you before I got home or from the anticipation of me seeing your ass full of cock. Either way, no extra lube was needed.

I walked over to the bed. Your head was hanging slightly over the edge. I knelt down to whisper in your ear.

“My wife is an insatiable whore.” You moaned. “Good girl. Thank you for waiting to show me how your ass can take it.” You moaned again and squeezed your rock hard nipples. “I’m going to give you a little treat for being so thoughtful. Open wide.”

Bad Decisions: Part Three 21+ [F36/M44] [Straight Sex] [Cleavage] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Oral Sex] [Cleavage] [Curvy Woman]

Chapter Four: Open Minds

“What the hell?” I said as my phone chirped. As I was sitting at my desk at work.

It was a notification from my alarm app someone was at my house. I looked at the camera view and saw a black man walking up to my front door. I hadn’t ordered anything,

“Can I help you?” I asked through the talk button of the app as he got closer to the door.

“Jesse sent me to do your deck,” the man said. “Name’s Andrew.”

Jesse never gave me a name. He just said someone would be coming around. “Hold on,” I said.

“Be right here,” Andrew replied.

I sent a text to Jacob to ask Jesse about the guy at my door, I didn’t have Jesse’s number, and I didn’t want it.

‘All good, Jesse said he’s the person,’ Jacob texted me back quickly.

He must have been near Jesse, or Jesse was at their house.

“Fine,” I said.

“Okay, I will get started,” Andrew said.

I turned the view to the back camera and saw Andrew with his tools starting to tear down the deck.

Bad Decisions: Part Three 21+ [F36/M44] [Straight Sex] [Cleavage] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Oral Sex] [Cleavage] [Curvy Woman]

Chapter Three: Down the fox hole

“Are you okay?” Charles asked as he came into my office.

“Yeah,” I responded.

“Just that you gave me this report twice,” Charles said, dropping a yellow folder on my desk.

“Shit,” I said as I got the correct report and handed it to him.

“What’s going on?” Charles asked.

“I hate that everyone thinks this is a small town,” I said, shaking my head. “Always in everyone else’s business. When they should stay in their own fucking lanes!”

Charles nodded as he sat down across from me.

“It might not be a small town, but most of us, hang out at the same bar, our kids go to some of the same schools, and the same mall, it’s only natural that some people form a tight knit community.”

“Well, they can go join another community, and stay the hell out of mine,” I said.

“Hank, huh?” Charles asked.

“You heard,” I said.

“Hard not to, the guy is a walking time bomb,” Charles shook his head.

Our weekend mommy (F50s/F19/M19) [mfF, age gap, professor/students, gentle femdom, suckling, cum]

Kimmy (F19) and I (M19) are college bffs who live on campus. Plus, we’re both horny most of the time, sounds like a recipe for frequent hooking up. But the furthest we usually go during the week is when I give her some oral stress relief. Otherwise we save our sexual energies for Friday afternoon.

In a nutshell, on weekends—when other students party, go home, or hole up in the library—we visit Dr. Vicki (F50s), a professor who lives just off campus.

From 4:20 pm on Friday until early Sunday afternoon, Dr. Vicki is our mommy and we are her playthings. Here’s a typical weekend.

Dr. Vicki exercises a few different options when we arrive on **Friday** afternoon. Sometimes she dresses us up in outfits she bought us during the week. Other times she bathes us in her oversized bathtub.

But Dr. Vicki understands that by Friday, both Kimmy and I are always pent up. So before dinner, our mommy likes to watch us fuck. She calls us her little wild animals because of how aroused we both are.

[F] I wrote a 2-page expert blowjob guide and sent it to 4 of my friends [F] to help their oral abilities

In every female friendship group, there’s at least one girl who openly loves sucking cock and is damn good at it. She has the cumshots to prove it, the short head-giving times on her resume and she’s keen to share her wisdom.

That’s me. Giving high effort oral is one of the keys to a passionately erotic relationship.

Well, although some girls give head very occasionally, or not at all, I tend to give it quite a few times per week.

My girls and I went for drinks, and naturally, sex comes up. One of them says her new boyfriend hinted his ex gave tonnes of blowjobs. She claims she’s inexperienced with them.

The next day, I wrote a 2-page guide on how to give the head they’ll remember and crave dearly.

I wrote about how visuals are everything. It’s hiding your tits for the first few minutes. It’s about placing a mirror behind you as you prop your ass on, sat on your heels, while he’s on the couch experiencing the deep throat treatment. Go a step further and strum away at your clit with your spare hand. They’ll go wild.

Batya and Abby Universe: A Day With Sara [F/F 20s] [Futanari] [Interracial]

Warning: Futanari, Interracial, Racial Relations, Originally posted on Literotica under same name

**Batya & Abby Universe: A Day With Sara**

Tamilia had told her family she was going to be spending the day with her friend, Brenda, from sun up until sun down. The truth was Tamilia was actually going to see Sara. Sara was a dark skinned black woman in her mid twenties who worked as a fraud investigator for a bank. She a had a car, an apartment in an upper class area of the city of Austin, and was absolutely beautiful. Her skin glistened in the sun and her muscles gleamed with each step she took. And though their relationship was splendid, Tamilia had to lie to her family because…because her family didn’t like Sara was black.

[M41/F39] how my wife transformed from a low libido stay-at-home mom into a submissive cum slut and I from a passive nerdy dad into an assertive dom. (Part 2 of 2) [Romance] [True]

Link to [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/11a25tr/m41f39_how_my_wife_transformed_from_a_low_libido/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)

The next several days were like a symphony. Each melody, each note, each piece of our relationship and newly adventurous sex life, weaved themselves together into a swelling composition; beautiful, emotional, and building to crescendo. Nerd that I am, I spent chunks of my work days researching my wife’s newly discovered kinks. Reading about dominance and submission, bondage and praise, and brushing up on my boy scout skills – which now had a much more practical purpose – by practicing tying knots. She continued chatting with various redditors, both men and women. Her bicuriosity had manifested itself long before the evolution of our bedroom; in fact, it had become apparent even before we took the initial baby steps in repairing our sexual relationship. With her confidence on the rise and my support and encouragement, she had found a means to begin exploring it – and after several extremely fulfilling chats, we laughed together that perhaps she had graduated past mere curiosity. I watched her and held her at every opportunity, full with contentment and pride as she explored and bolstered her rediscovered confidence and reclaimed her sexual empowerment.

[MF] How my wife transformed from a low libido stay-at-home mom into a submissive cum slut and I from a passive nerdy dad into an assertive dom. [Part 3 of 3]

Link to [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/119hka9/mf_how_my_wife_transformed_from_a_low_libido/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)

Link to [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11a1ola/mf_how_my_wife_transformed_from_a_low_libido/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)

The next several days were like a symphony. Each melody, each note, each piece of our relationship and newly adventurous sex life, weaved themselves together into a swelling composition; beautiful, emotional, and building to crescendo. Nerd that I am, I spent chunks of my work days researching my wife’s newly discovered kinks. Reading about dominance and submission, bondage and praise, and brushing up on my boy scout skills – which now had a much more practical purpose – by practicing tying knots. She continued chatting with various redditors, both men and women. Her bicuriosity had manifested itself long before the evolution of our bedroom; in fact, it had become apparent even before we took the initial baby steps in repairing our sexual relationship. With her confidence on the rise and my support and encouragement, she had found a means to begin exploring it – and after several extremely fulfilling chats, we laughed together that perhaps she had graduated past mere curiosity. I watched her and held her at every opportunity, full with contentment and pride as she explored and bolstered her rediscovered confidence and reclaimed her sexual empowerment.

On Lunchbreak [M/F] [Age 30s] [Oral]

(My first erotica, be gentle with me… it’s raw and unedited- pay attention to the content, not grammar. I’m a little nervous about sharing this…)

I did not have long to spare, but I ran over there to make the most of every second that I did have.
I was barely through the door when he grabbed me by the throat. He pressed his body on mine, my back against the wall. I could feel the full extent of his hard dick letting me know he was as ready as I was.

“I fucking missed you,” he declared looking me right in my eyes. His sincerity almost made me melt into a puddle.
His hand was still on my neck, he squeezed lightly and then kissed me so passionately it was like we were breathing the same air.

We kissed madly as if we had not seen one another in years and it had only been a few days. It was like that every time and I basked in it.

We backed into the bedroom clothes flying in every direction over our heads and kicking them out from beneath our feet.

The Babysitter’s Tongue(ing). [FF/25-40] [Lesbian] [Fingering] [ Oral] [Cheating] [Age Gap]

“Hey Ella.”

A vaguely familiar face waved enthusiastically at me from across the coffee shop. I ducked, immediately ashamed of myself.

I’d popped over for a sneaky caffeine fix, leaving my boyfriend languishing in our hotel room. I wanted peace, so I ignored her, even when the corner of my eye recorded her approach.

“Ella? Is that you?”

She looked pleased to see me, so I racked my brain, desperately recalling old memories and then, boom!

“Oh god Sasha, I’m really sorry, I didn’t recognise you.”

I loved babysitting Sasha; she was always well behaved, went to bed when I asked and slept through till morning. Her parents paid me well, didn’t come home drunk, and her dad gave me a lift home, with no strings or wandering hands.

When I moved to college, we lost touch, so it was a pleasant surprise to bump in to her at Christmas while visiting my folks.

“Would you like to join me?”

“I can’t stay long. Mom and dad return from vacation tomorrow and I promised to decorate our home for Christmas.”

She sat down for a minute or more, as always happens.