My husband fucked my sister while I watched. [MFF]

My sister got laid off due to the pandemic and, to add insult to injury, her BF broke up with her just recently, so she had nowhere to stay, and we are still in semi-isolation so she came to live with me and my husband in stead.

She’s been somewhat depressed and stayed in her room everyday not talking to anyone, and there weren’t much things to do anyway. But the thing is, my husband and I are heavily involved in a SM relationship. Every night before bed he would whip me with his belt and fucked me really loud, and I was certain that my sister heard everything.

One day my sister asked me how long I’ve been involved in SM relationship with my husband and if she could watch. I asked my husband if it’s okay and he said yes. I felt really embarrassed. Maybe it was because she was depressed. Maybe it was because she broke up with her BF. Maybe it’s the pandemic. She was really eager just to try everything.

A tradesman makes an entrance (Non-Con) (spanking) (SM) (Mf)

What a start to the day, half dressed when the doorbell rings, I throw on my pj shorts & run downstairs, assuming it’s another online shopping parcel. 

I open the door a crack, foot braced against it, my usual stance, expecting to see a parcel on the mat. Instead a tall, lean guy stands there, probing at the gap with his eyes. “Ms Shute? Yeah, you called me about your handyman needs” 

Fuck! I’d forgotten you were coming, I was sure it was tomorrow! Nevermind, I’d a list of minor DIY jobs that needed doing that I just didn’t have time or inclination to do myself. I open the door fully & welcomed you in. “I wasn’t expecting you today” 

“Today’s what we arranged.” you assert. I usher you in & point out the bits & pieces I need you to take care of. The whole time my eyes are drawn to your hands: strong, a little calloused, large, capable-looking. 

I find myself getting flustered as I talk. Your gaze always focussed on me over the top of the mask you wear, so direct, over-familiar, forward even. You nod along as I speak but your eyes devour me, making me very self-conscious of my attire, or lack of it. 

The Adventures of Showing Off My (M43) Wife (F40), Part Two (of 7)

FORWARD – For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved showing off my wife. When we were younger she was must less reluctant than she is now, as weird as that may sound. Today, she’s 40 years old and as vibrant sexually as she’s ever been.

On a trip about seven years ago was when she first let me take a few photos of her in various forms of undress. It was a huge turn-on for me. It continued to expand some over the next few years.

Reading part one is not necessary, but it helps with the build-up of the story.

***Part Two***

My wife coming into her own sexually as she approached 40 made me the happiest man.

Truth be told, aside from when we started dating and were newlyweds, it’s the most sex we’ve had with one another. For about a six or seven year stretch we were lucky if we had sex twice a month….and some months that might be pushing it. But so is life with young children.

Finally, Ashley was not only feeling confident again, but she was also ready to go almost as much as I was.

A Regular Day Off [Fm] [Fdom] [bdsm] [huml] [bd] [light sm] [lots of talking]

“Doing alright down there?”

Oh no. Deliberately, gingerly, slowly — oh so slowly — I nodded my head yes, hoping that would be good enough.

Even through the dark canvas blindfold, I knew she could see me nodding. I knew she was looking down right at me. I had felt her calves splay out from next to my ears, and I could feel her taking me in, up and down, through the space between them.

But she knew what she was after.

“What was that, boy?”

I froze. There was a ever-so-slight tinge of malice in the smoothness of her voice. But even then, I swallowed my spit, hard, and started another nod. *Please*, I thought, being very, very careful to not try and mouth the word.

She wasn’t having it. Her hand snaked down under the desk and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back and baring my neck to her. I tried to keep my back perfectly straight, as ordered.

“That’s enough. You know the rules about answering. It’s been almost half an hour since I last took you out to use that wonderful little tongue of yours, my toy. You know I’m a stickler for safety, and I’m not going to be satisfied that you’re alright until I hear it directly from that very. same. tongue.”

I [18 M] love to jerk off to my hot stepmom. [FM]

My dad, 47 and my stepmom also 47, have been together for a long time. They were in love even before I was born. During the beginning of their relationship, they broke up for a few years, during which my dad knocked up my mom and I was born. They got back together when I was little. My dad and mom never really had a loving relationship and I’m pretty sure she baby trapped him.

But it’s clear that my step mom makes my dad very happy. And I can see why. Not only is she this smart, successful, badass woman, she’s also incredibly caring and easy going. I’ve never seen her nag my dad or try to guilt trip him the way my mom did. She seems to really love him and vice versa. Couple all of this with the fact that she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in person and you have the perfect woman. Every guy’s dream.

Rubymoon Private Asylum (Part 1) [BDSM, MFT, SM, NC, Bondage, Bizarre]

“To put things simply, Dr. Smith, Rubymoon is a private asylum. From time to time wealthy patrons find it necessary to have one or more persons committed in a strict inpatient environment without the need to unnecessarily involve or burden either the legal or medical system. This is where we come in. For a fee that reflects both our discretion and the rarity of the services we offer we house these private mental patients and perform whatever therapeutic measures their patrons believes are most conductive to their mental health.”

“A private asylum?”

“Naturally we compensate all of our employees at a level commensurate to both the value of their skillset and the discretion we ask of them. If this is a non-starter for you we can end the tour right here.”

“No, no,” said Dr. Smith. “Now you very much have my curiosity. I’m quite anxious to see what you actually have here.”

“I’m so pleased to hear that the personality profile we ran on you was accurate,” said Dr. Desdemona. “I think you’ll be an excellent fit here.”

[FM][Mdom]The time I fucked Cynthia from the GEICO Commercial

I was just a regular guy. I had gotten a job in a new city programming computers and I bought a house in the subdivision. It was my habit to buy a house in whatever city I moved to, and keep the old house and rent it out. I had ridden a nice wave of appreciating home values and goot rental markets and was buying a house in a very nice neighborhood.

Once I moved in I realized that the HOA was a little too involved. After the incident with cutting down the Jamesons’ mailbox? I was starting to get worried.

Cynthia had come by for a very tense “introduction” and I had seen her at a party but other than that I had only seen the official emails from the HOA which were always full of the blandest news imaginable.

A few days after the mailbox incident, Cynthia knocked on my door. I had been doing a new home workout routine so I was wearing loose workout clothes and just my socks. She was wearing her usual cardigan, long skirt, and hair band.

I See You looking at this. [nsfw smut #1] [MF] [Str8] [First Person][Mental Dom][Mdom][Fsub][Mast] [fantasy] [Emotional Erotica][Depravity][bdsm][huml][sm]

I know what you actually want. just to fucking feel something

You’ve been valued for your mind or pressurised on all sorts of other shit but all you fucking want right now is to be beaten and loved.

You know you’re a weak loser and that this gives you some kind of meaning.

You submit so that you can keep yourself together the rest of the time.

I see it plain as day. you’re a cliché.

But you fucking writhe around and squirm and live for being exposed.

To have someone fucking get you, gut you emotionally, understand you in a way all the meat heads that want to tear you limb from limb don’t.

I want to emotionally rend your brain in half, and show you every bit of your darkest deepest self, cum in between the lobes and put you back together again.

You read this, and bite your lip, it feels fucking good to be known as what you are.

To give it all up for a time safely, and just experience being low and nothing.

To be shown the black but not dip into the black.

A Spanking Is a Work of Art [MF] [Mdom] [SM]

I never neglect the build up.

The slow, methodical pulling down of her panties so they’re nicely resting around her ankles and her bare bottom rests nervously across my lap.

I watch her shift weigh side to side. Turning her head to try to look up at me, wondering when the first blow is coming.

I’ll caress her bottom. Feel the softness of her tender flesh. Disarm her with my gentle touch. She usually exhales. Letting her guard down. Un-clenching her ass cheeks.

I let my left hand wander up her spine. Usually to the back of her back. It’s such a vulnerable position to be in, I imagine. A brat’s holes fully accessible by my right hand; my left hand able to grab her neck. Whether she wants to breathe or be bred, my hands could control her most primal urges.

The first smack is always the most jarring. The serene, peaceful bliss of my hands caressing her bottom and back ends with a loud smack. I’m a marksman with a bottom over my lap–my calloused right hand always hits the sit spot, right across the crack. Inches from her cunt.

[MF] A tale of the lonely bored housewife, mostly harmless, except for the riding crop

I had a semi relationship fizzle out with a cute gym girl that I thought was going to go somewhere. I was sort of heartbroken and at the time figured relationships weren’t my thing. All the dating apps fired up and I was looking for a new FWB. I wanted something kinky, someone to let me just have my way with her and explore a whole new world.

It was the Whisper post reply that started it all. She just had another FWB fall through and her post was something like “I need someone that can handle all my curves”.

We started talking, mostly harmless PG conversation. Then we started getting dirty and flirty. She shared some lingerie pics and I shared some body pics and we definitely had a mutual attraction. The only hang up she had was her marriage, but it was horrible and she didn’t mind fucking around, and he was on a months long work trip. So of course there was a need to be fulfilled. But she was shy and self conscious and thought if I met her in person I wouldn’t want her. So of course she wanted a public meetup, but made it a fun game of cat and mouse inside a neighborhood Walmart.