Trying to turn my wife into a cum dump. For other men [MMF] [LONG]

Guess I should introduce myself. My name is Jacob, and I’m 33 years old. I’m married to the love of my life, Ella, who just turned 28. I’d always been fairly vanilla when it came to sex, up until about three years ago. Ever since becoming sexually active, I was aware of one particular kink that stuck with me: impregnation fantasies. Pretty much any variation of that drives me crazy, although for about ten years I *only* fantasized about impregnating my own girlfriend or wife.

Ella is also fairly vanilla, and seems happy with semi-rough sex, dirty talk, varying positions, and she indulges my impregnation fantasies both IRL and pretending (we have one child together as a result of our games). We are also on the cusp of trying anal, and she’s pretty much starting to ask me for it. She always tells me she’d “do anything to satisfy me sexually”. Sometimes I wonder what her version of “anything” means.

For the past year, I’ve been turned on to the idea of sharing her with another man. Sometimes after I’ve come down from this fantasy (after cumming of course), I wonder what in the fuck I’m even thinking. How could I ever share my wife with someone else!? But then it creeps back and gets me hard again!

Flight attendant layover [FFM]

This happened three days before 9/11.
I was visiting my cousin in Dallas and flew home (I worked for the airlines at the time) and on my flight back I had two flight attendants who knew I was a fellow employee. They had a layover in the destination town and was looking for fun that night.

I offered to take them out that night just to show them the town.
One was skinny brunnette who was rather plain and the other was thicker Latino girl who was married.

They called me after they got settled and I picked them up and we did just as I promised.
Went out and had a great time.

The Latino girl was on the phone with both her husband and boyfriend most of the time but she was fun.

Night was winding down and I dropped them off, we went to have a night cap at their hotel bar.

The plain looking girl was fairly buzzed and she asked if I wanted to come up to her room.

I went up and with her, she had separate rooms that were adjoined with her colleague the Latino girl.

[MMF] My first time with a couple, advice needed!

OK so first off I don’t know if this is the right place for this post, please correct me if it isn’t and point me in the right direction. I will be following this up with the story after its happened.

So I’ve been talking to a couple for a while, mainly the man amd about how much his wife loves two cocks. I’ve been invited over to join them, they seem nice and up for a laugh. They are also aware that I’ve never done anything like this so are happy to go slow to begin with. For them it’s all about fun and for him it’s all about his wife.

I’m excited but also nervous, she looks gorgeous but is also quite dirty in the bedroom. I’ve never been with a woman and another guy there as well. I’m worried I will embarrassed myself by cumming to quick really.

Edit: just to clarify it’s all completely straight and I’m M being invited to the couple.

Any advice?

FUCK CON 2020! PT. 1[ORGY][PANSEXUAL][KINK][BONDAGE]

Our little convoy looked like a scene out of *The Road Warrior*. We were rumbling a steady north-west up the interstate; going just over the speed limit to reach the sum total of our lewd desires awaiting us at our destination. And what was the pulsing terminus of our longing? This year’s Fuck Con.

This year the world renowned confab was being held under the mammoth steel canopy of the Circo® Dome™. Lord knows how the organizers were able to inveigle the wholesome-faced telecom giant to host such a debauched and not family-friendly get together. I’d heard whispers that Marty Gallows, the Desperadoes coach, and Lance Summeral, The CEO of Circo® had been caught blowing each other at a downtown sex club and Fuck Con’s deep-pocketed promoters were able to use the snuffed-out scandal to their advantage. The public line was that money spends, but we were prepared for the hordes of preachers and placard carrying flocks that surely awaited our arrival seething with anger.

My [f]ailed threesome

This happened nearly a month ago, I should also add, I’m bi.

A good friend of mine, I’ll call her Angela, was visiting home from uni, so I tell her I’ll catch up with her over a drink. We arrange a date, time and place.

I show up to a small but modern bar and she’s already there. I’m in a casual, but pretty short and very tight green dress, and she definitely dressed up more than me. She was in a blue dress, with long ginger hair, and showing a lot of cleavage. Looking her up and down now, this was definitely not the first time that I wished she wasn’t straight.

After about a half hour of talking, a group of guys walk in. We immediately stop talking and just stare at one of them. He looked like he could comfortably be a movie star or a model. To me he looked like he could be on the front of Calvin Klein underwear box. I should probably mention he was probably just under a decade older than us. I’ll call him Chris.

[MF] Making my masseuse wet

It was one of those days. The daily grind left me tired and haven’t had time to jack off or fuck. My balls were just swollen and ready to explode. I had some time off work in the day, and quickly made an appointment with my regular masseuse, Winnie.

Winnie is a tall Asian lady, with long straight hair and looked pleasant. She isn’t well-endowed, probably a B cup and similiarly flat ass. However, she had this gap between her thighs when she stood with her feet together, and I love wedging my hand in there whenever she comes to my side. It just turns me on like crazy. She also has tight abs and back, that were always slightly sweaty from all the beautiful work she was doing.

She is accommodating and very soft-spoken, and always obliged if I wanted happy endings. These were just quick handjobs at the end, with a little touching. That’s when I would feel the warmth between her legs and enjoy feeling her rock hard body under her uniform. I’d usually cum pretty fast from the handjob after all that oil rubbing on my thighs and butt. But nothing too crazy, because obviously it has to be discreet.

“Seth, Destroyer of Girls” [FF, MF+, BD, Furry]

*Inspired by prompts [Now I am become Jeff, the destroyer of girls](https://old.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/cohzcn/wp_now_i_am_become_jeff_the_destroyer_of_girls/) and [Mermaids reproduce by seducing human women and turning them into their own; a girl has an encounter with one who intends to do just that to her… and more.](https://old.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/co94ae/wp_mermaids_reproduce_by_seducing_human_women_and/) Commissions open!*

 

“Aminata?” I said. “Are you there?”

“Yph? Whuph ifph iph mmafftur?”

“What?” I said. “Aminata, visual display.”

The AI was suddenly beside me, appearing as a tall, curvy black girl. She wasn’t actually beside me but the augmented-reality overlay was so good it was hard to tell. From the way she cast a shadow on the beach to the way the surf washed around her ankles she seemed real enough to touch. She stood there, swaying slightly in strict bondage.

“Aminata, take that off,” I said.

“Awke whuphh ophh?” she asked, her eyes all innocent.

“The ball gag,” I said.

“Sorry,” she said, stretching her jaw. “You wanted something, master?”

“I want to know where we are. For that matter, what is this place?”

Yes, Mistress

The man inhaled shakily and looked down at his feet. The scuffed boots kicked against the sidewalk and sent pebbles skipping down the concrete. He looked up at the door in front of him with the light spilling into the evening from the thin window alongside it. His boots seemed to move of their own volition as he took the last three steps forward and raised his hand to knock. The noise sounded muffled against the traffic sounds behind him.

After a stretched, suspenseful minute, the door opened silently and a face peered out at him. The woman on the other side of the door smiled and beckoned him inside. She spun to lead him down the hall and her long, wavy brown hair left a lingering smell of soap behind her. The robe she had pulled over her shoulders made a swishing sound against the floor as it dragged behind her, but he could still make out the faint thud of heels through the thin carpet.

Sharing Him for the First Time (fmf)

Kara knew Josh had the hots for one of the women he worked with. She trusted him, knew he would never cheat on her, but she could sense his infatuation with his coworker when he mentioned her name.  It was always casual, some funny story that had happened that day, or a tidbit about her personal life that he had learned. They were friends, and that was fine with Kara. She had met the girl once at an impromptu happy hour with a bunch of her husband’s coworkers.  Her name was Julie. She was cute, sweet, and Kara enjoyed her company as well. She assumed some natural flirting occured at the office, which Kara loved to imagine. Kara had friended her on facebook and poured through her photos. She had tons of friends, and loved to travel and party.  Kara was looking at an album from a trip to Cancun when her husband walked in and dropped his keys on the table.

“Hey babe.  How was your day? Anything exciting at work?” Josh asked her as he loosened his tie and hung his suit jacket up.  She knew he would head straight for the bedroom to change into basketball shorts and an old t-shirt from his college days.  

Campfire Stories (Pt.2) (ff)

Jessica set her bowl down on the table in the centre of the common area. The girl’s lodge was silent with the eeriness of dawn. Her friend, and secret lover, Emily, was already sitting at the table. The two girls were forced to wake early by their camp duties, making sure all the female scouts behaved themselves in the cabin. Jessica knew her her duties, but five o’clock seemed way more than just an early morning.

She sat down facing Emily, and the two girls smiled at one another.

“The weather out there is wetter than you.” Emily mumbled under her breath with a giggle. Jessica heard her and laughed.

“You can hardly talk! You nearly drowned me!”

Both girls giggled, and went back to their cereal. Emily was right, of course, the weather was horrible that morning. They had seperate jobs to do, making sure the groups of girls got to the right activities, but they would soon meet at the indoor swimming pool. The pool was in its own outbuilding made from white canvas stretched tight over a metal frame. It was Jessica’s first job to unlock the building, whilst Emily got the grumpy campers up.