My Friend’s Willing Wife [MF] [CHUBBY] [MATURE]

I wanted to share this with someone as I recently had a strange weekend. Names have been changed. This is the first time I have ever shared anything online in a narrative, so please be gentle.

A bit about me – I am a married 42 year old father who has never strayed from my wife and we are not into swinging / sharing / swapping. My wife, who is bi-sexual, did have a girlfriend when we first married and she did remain with my wife for about 5 years into our marriage. I did not mind, but never had any sexual activity with her and my wife. We have both been open to exploring our sexual desires as long as we did so safely.

Over the Easter weekend, I returned to my hometown to visit some family and friends. Since I am not often in town, I planned a dinner with one of my childhood friends, Ed, and his wife, Jane. I let my Ed know it would just be the three of us as my wife could not come as she was helping her parents prepare for the holiday. We opted for a low key Italian BYOB that was close to home. I was kind of surprised when my friend showed up solo, but he informed me that Jane would be joining us shortly as she just ran across the street to the grocery store for a bottle of wine.

Beyond the Rim, part 2 [MF] [sci-fi] [tentacle] [preg] [eggs] [MC]

Nerys woke up only slowly, and it was long before she could separate the dreams from reality. Wherever she was now, it was wet, dark and warm. The tentacles were all still inside her, and no part of her was free of contact with the creature. Her hands and legs, forced away from her body, were fixed by the strong, alien limbs. On her skin they felt like strand-woven flesh, soft, but with an unnerving unlike any humanoid she had ever known.

Her breasts had swollen, how large she didn’t dare imagine, and from the feeling of it were now being milked, slowly and surely, by the wet, hungry mouths of her violator.

She was aware that she wasn’t breathing, that there was nothing to breathe at all, and also, that this didn’t bother her anymore. Whatever oxygen she needed, it was finding its way into her system. Her dreams had been dark and intense, full of hungry, violent sex, and wet, squirming things, forcing themselves inside her, filling her up one by one. Most of it was a dream, and still, all of it had been real.

Beyond the Rim, part 1 [MF] [sci-fi] [reluc] [preg] [alien sex] [oviposition]

Nerys was further beyond explored space than she had ever gone before, in the fraying regions of known as The Rim. The silence of the voids roared around the Crested Hawk, her Mark-7-7-5 explorer-cruiser. Most genuine economic activity, these cycles, was done by the drones, and there was too much excess to bother with competition or the pretense of scarcity.

All activity, of course, except for the collection of Durionite, which was used in making the best sort of starship engines. There was an extremely limited supply to go around, and for that reason, Durionite engines were normally only available to members of those fancy, hereditary guilds her ancestors hadn’t belonged to. Well, they could stuff it, as far as she was concerned. When she finally hit the mother-lode, anyone who wanted share of her excess had better have an excellent forgery, and a team of expert engineers, to repay her. Until she had a large enough haul, in fact, she was planning to keep going outwards, even if it would take years.

Help, My Clit is Missing! A Daxter T. Connors Adventure [MF] [Sci-Fi] [voy]

After his morning run, a stationary affair inside of a Cool Bubble overlooking State Street from his downtown New Santa Barbara office, Daxter released a sigh of contentment. He was in peak physical condition, sipping at a cool glass of water and dabbing his forehead with a soft cloth.

The temperature had reached a balmy 134 Fahrenheit, but it was a comfortable 72 indoors, and in the Cool Bubble, a chill 55. Within the confines of a Cool Bubble was the only place one could find temperatures that could be considered “cold” these days, what with the nuclear summer sticking around longer than Daxter would have liked.

A solitary beep from his D-Vice, sat upon his cluttered office desk, caught his attention. Daxter, New Santa Barbara’s most prestigious private investigator, had been busy in recent memory, a treat considering the almost non-existent crime rate in New Santa Barbara County since the adoption of the death penalty for even the most mundane of crimes. Last week, a 44 year old man from New Oakland had been executed for having a wank in a movie theater. Some objected, but in the end, the law is the law.

Kylie’s Adventure – Part 1. [fm][Naked in school]

I hope this isn’t against the rules. This is my attempt to generate interest in the fairly dead Naked In School genre. Based on the name alone you should have an idea what it’s about, and if it’s not your thing, you’ve been warned.

The premise is that in the not too distant future a second sexual revolution is happening in which absolute sexual liberation occurs. In an attempt to eliminate the old world notions of modesty, shame, and sexual repression schools begin instituting a naked in school program. The general format is that students are selected to spend one full week completely naked at school and generally do all gender segregated activities with the opposite gender. Students are encouraged to accept all non penetrative sex acts requested of them during their week. Ages are typically middle through high school.

Anyways, sorry for the long intro. I give you Kylie’s Adventure.
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The pamphlet came in the mail the week before Kylie started the 7th grade.

Mom handed it to her with a slightly amused expression over dinner (spaghetti and meatballs). Her dad was also looking at her weird.

[M]y girl went to Boot Camp and let me Play [mf]

A few years ago I had a girlfriend named Marissa. She was a great girlfriend. She was very sexually open. Not only did she have no problem with me fooling around with other women, but she encouraged it! It turned her on like crazy to hear about the other women I messed around with. So, when the time came for Marissa to leave for boot camp, I wasn’t too surprised that she had started looking for someone to “keep me company” while she was gone.

Marissa showed me an ad she had posted looking for someone and forwarded me the responses she’d already received. Most of them were spam bots, and a couple got cold feet pretty much right away. But one of them was a girl named Amy.

My conversations with Amy started off pretty casually. She expressed interest in my nerdy interests and we talked at length about sci-fi, D&D, and the like. Of course, it wasn’t long before she asked about something that Marissa had included in the ad.

Seduction Of Amerie [MF][Sci-fi, Timestop, Anal, Oral, Mast, Slight BD]

I work security in an offsite location of a manufacturer in the midwest. This is more of a business/ customer service location. They do some manufacturing here but not much. Amerie is a new employee. I work in a large lobby at the entrance. I noticed her from quite a distance on her first day. If you’ve read my other stories, you know that she is not my typical type. Yet, I can’t get this girl out of my head. A quick recap, shes short, and very petite. She cant be more than 5 feet tall and 100lbs. Her dark hair reaches almost all the way down to her tiny, but shapely ass. She doesn’t walk, she has a sexy saunter. To top off her tiny frame she has pert small Bs. Her accent kills me, and she always has a dark red lipstick on. She always greets me with a cute “hello” or “good morning” with a smile. As for me, im a giant compared to her, 6’4 230 lbs, and mostly muscle. Im not claiming to have 7% body fat, but you can see my abs well enough. Also, I can stop time and teleport. Its pretty handy. How? IDK, childhood experiments on me, a weird gene or two, a genie, or am I an alien? Up to you. I just can.

It is better to breed for the emperor than lust for yourself [MF][sci-fi] [Warhammer40K]

”It is over fowl witch.” Paladin Xionius exclaimed as he tore his sword from the chest of the last of the warp spawn. “My brothers may have fallen but the emperor will works through my blade and your filth will be torn from this world.” He raised his sword as he spoke pointing it at the robed figure at the altar.

“You are a foolish pawn paladin, the emperor is a child playing at godhood, my master shall never allow my defeat.” The cultists claimed as she let the robe fall onto the cold stone floor and revealed herself. She was almost as tall as the paladin himself, but where the god emperor had made him sturdy and powerful, the powers of her twisted god had made her slender and beautiful. Her skin was pale and flawless and fully revealed in her nakedness, her long limbs moving gracefully as she stepped towards the paladin. Beautiful breasts bounced ever so slightly as she approached and wetness dripped from her sex beneath the bush of hair there. “Slaneesh is a true god and his will be done.” She smiled as she stopped a few steps from the paladin.

Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 23 / End [timestop nc mf]

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Petra asked her father, poking the ugly wound at his side.
“Ow!” Jake complained. “I’ll be fine, if you stop doing that. Just put the bandages on. Timebenders heal faster than regular people, you know that.”
Petra giggled, pressing the gauze to his skin and holding it there while he wrapped a tension bandage around his waist to hold it. “Sorry, Daddy.” She glanced over her shoulder as he took over on the bandage. From Pyotr’s bathroom, where she was tending to Jake’s apparently non-serious bullet wound, she could see her alternate self sitting in a chair and staring into a coffee mug. “It just seems like such a shame, are you sure we can’t really fix things for her?”
“Even if we did, it would just create two timelines,” he replied, shaking his head slowly. “Really, we shouldn’t have even done it here. I think Pyotr’s stunt kept the timeline straight, but any big event usually causes a second universe.”
“What if we took her with us?” Petra asked. “Take care of her, help her get better. Besides, last night, what the three of us did together… I wouldn’t mind doing more of that.”
Jake chuckled. “No to that, too,” he said. “She has something important to do here.”
“What’s that?” Petra asked, cocking her head. “She’s done enough, hasn’t she?”
Time stopped itself. The sensation, the sudden silence and stillness, was beyond familiar to Petra. So was the voice that came from outside the bathroom.
“If you take her away from here,” Carol said, stepping into view from another room, “then I’ll stop existing again. You should know that by now, mom.”
Carol was older than Petra, and was still weird to hear the word “mom” coming from her, but Petra smiled regardless. “Of course,” she replied. “No Carol, no remote… and none of this can happen.”
“Right on the nose,” Carol said, flashing a smile. “Don’t worry. She’ll have a rough time recovering, but Aunty Anna and Uncle Pyotr will help her along. She’ll move in here in a few days, when she realizes I’m on the way. I grew up surrounded by friends and family. It was a good life, and I only came back with the remote because I knew I needed to… and to meet my father.”
Petra stood and embraced her alternate-future-daughter. “Alright then. Take good care of her for me?”
“You got it, mom,” Carol said, smiling.
Jake took Petra’s hand, standing up with a grimace. “Ready to go home, Pet?”
Petra nodded. “You?”
Jake pulled the remote out of his pocket. “Up one channel, here we go. Or… was it down?”
“Daddy! You-”
Jake laughed and pressed a button, cutting her off and taking them away.
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Pyotr sat on the chair across from Petra. There was a soft whump of air in the bathroom; from the sound of it, Jake and the other Petra had just snuck out without long goodbyes. “Are you okay?” Pyotr asked.
Petra looked down at her hand. She was holding a bag of frozen peas, but the wires had burned her badly and would probably leave a scar. “I will be,” she said quietly. “I just have to remember how to be me again.”
“Well, you aren’t alone,” Pyotr replied, sliding a fresh bag over to her. “”You’ll always be-”
“Um, hey,” Anna interrupted, stepping in from the back door, “sorry to interrupt, but I just checked in the garage. I got in through the window and unlocked it.”
The only window in that garage was too high for someone to easily get to, and Pyotr made a note to ask about it later. Right now he was more concerned with the bundled rag that Anna was carrying.
“This was in the machine. I think it stayed behind when Jeremy… left.” She set the bundle on the dining table and unfolded it. “It’s hot.”
In the middle of the stained old rag, a black plastic rectangle sat heavily on the table. Pyotr used a corner of the rag to flip it over on its front, then slid it toward Petra with a smile.
“I believe,” he said, leaning back and nodding at the strangely normal-looking remote control, “that this belongs to you.”
Epilogue
Jeremy grunted, shooting his cum over the face of a young blonde. He’d already been to see her enough times that he’d lost count, and her face was barely visible under the sticky mask he’d created. She was one of several who he’d lined up on the sidewalk for convenience, and the display of kneeling women was starting to lose its charm.
He zipped his pants and glanced up at the sky, then immediately regretted it. The cracks were still there, although they didn’t seem to be widening. It was almost too bad; if they were moving, at least there’d be some sort of way to measure time’s passing. As it was, he was the only thing in the world that wasn’t frozen, and he no longer had any way to change that.
As far as he could tell, the time machine had worked perfectly. The calendars all said he’d arrived exactly on-target. He was just stuck in the moment where he’d arrived. And the cracks in the sky, opening on… it wasn’t even blackness. It was Nothing. It was so wrong that looking at them made his mind reel, screaming the impossibility at him. The sky opened onto Nothing.
He’d gone back too far to save himself with Jake’s remote, too. As near as he could tell, the old man didn’t have it yet. Never would, either, since Jeremy had taken the opportunity to take out his frustrations on him. What was left of him wouldn’t be using any remote controls anytime soon.
Anytime soon. It was weird, Jeremy thought, how much time worked into how people think and talk and act. There wasn’t anytime soon anymore for him, because there wasn’t any time and soon would never come. There was only now.
Jeremy stuck his hands in his pockets and walked away from the blonde, humming to himself. He would never age, and never die. Meanwhile, libraries were full of books about things. Things like theoretical physics.
He’d be back. If he could stay sane for long enough to learn, he’d be back. It was only a matter of time.

Starchaser (MF, rom, cons, sci-fi)

Starchaser

By SpectreOfHell

It was a going away party. There were words to be said, things to be done. Some things to be undone, if possible. The next day, they would be gone, and only God, if He existed, knew when, or even if, they would ever return.

Captain Marco Kensington woke slowly. Very slowly. The computer monitoring his vitals was careful. Precise amounts of stimulants were being fed into him at calculated intervals. He rose from the nothingness of suspended animation into a fog of barely conceivable reality. They had warned him about the sensation of dislocation. He had experienced it before in the trials, but those had been days, sometimes weeks in the state they called hypersleep. This time, eleven years would have passed. If nothing had gone wrong. If the hull had not been breached, if radiation had not damaged the computer despite the thick shielding, if no one at the ESA had goofed the math and put them off target. Marco would wake, he would rise from his chilly coffin, he would exercise and eat and be tested by the computer to make sure he retained cognitive function, and then he would go to the command module. He would open the shutters. He would gaze out upon a new world and a new sun.