collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Based on a true story
My wife Anna and I have an unusual relationship that’s a little different than most. We are able to communicate with each other at an intimate level and talk about each other’s fantasies. We both have a very high sex drive and talk to each other about what works in the bedroom and what don’t.
A PREVIEW TO THE STORY
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So Thursday marked a year since James and I broke up, and though we’ve mostly moved on from each other, it’s fair to say we miss each others’ bodies and the constant flirting via text and FaceTime a long distance relationship brings. On Tuesday, we were both feeling ridiculously lonely and exceptionally horny, and released it on each other. It started as my Snaps going a little lower than usual, showcasing my tits barely contained by our favorite sports bra, to a shameless mirror selfie in the booty shorts that drove him wild. All this was met by enthusiastic frustration, and revenge was launched in the form of shirtless pics (I still drool over his upper body), then the pants going down a bit, culminating in a faint but definitely present bulge display. Since he had homework to work on and I had frustration to take care of, I figured we were done after a “We shouldn’t be doing this.” I wandered to this lovely sub, expecting to take care of myself and hit the hay.
He had other ideas.
I work in a tattoo parlor that does piercing as well. The other day I woke up really late for work, my boss is kind of an ass so I wanted to make sure I wasn’t late. I just threw on grey sweatpants and a t shirt and was on my way. I normally never wear grey sweatpants in public as I am an extreme shower and honestly don’t like to show off it makes me feel awkward . I’m 6.5 inches flaccid, I’m not gonna lie it sucks being that big soft sometimes.
I met Sara in college. She and I had started sleeping together but it was just for fun and nothing serious.
Eventually, she met Jim and they became an item.
Somehow we still stayed friends even after they married. Jim took over his family’s construction business and Sara became a lawyer. They did VERY well and had an amazing house that I liked to visit whenever I ended up in their town. I had been moving up in a small tech firm and had to travel around a bit to meet clients.
Not too long ago, they asked me to come visit and work with both their companies on their technology. I flew out with a couple of techs. They met with their workers while I met with Jim and Sara. After we had what we needed, they invited me to hang around and stay with them for a while. We all were due to for some time off and I jumped at the chance.
The warning: I wish this night could’ve ended up different.
The Back Story
Obviously, names are not real. So a quick recap before I dive in, I’m working next to the strip and I had no intentions on making it out because work has left me tired and unmotivated to burn it down and gamble. With that being said, I’m still here for the boys and be the wingman as I should. A few days before we have the weekend off, I DM’d my ex wife on instagram, lets call her Otter Pop, and ask her what the best spots were here, where to eat, and so on. Turns out, she’s enroute to Vegas too. We exchanged numbers (she still has mine) and we schedule for the meet up.
The Hello
I’m walking through the Wynn, trying to find my way around and a very familiar voice yells out my name, “Creese!” I stop and turn, and as I’m shifting my eyes through the 100s of people in the Casino, Otter pop is there walking a family member to the front desk. I make eye contact and it begins, memory lane from 13 years ago bombard my head, to include all the good and the bad. We say hi, do a little hug, and she says to meet back after she drops her family off.
I’m a happily married Hotwife. My husband is completely straight, and I’ve played with other women. I wouldn’t call myself bisexual, as I won’t specifically seek out other women. But if the opportunity presented itself, I definitely have fun and enjoy my time with her.
I’ve had a fair amount of MFF threesomes. The guy could be my husband, or the MF could be another couple. I’m usually not a jealous woman. I’m easy going, down to earth, flexible, adaptable. But during a MFF threesome, there’s a specific point where I get SO jealous, SO envious. That point, is when the guy is fucking the other woman and he is about to cum. That’s my jealously point, I want to be the woman that finally gets him to cum. I want my pussy to be the one that gets him over the top. Whenever I see another woman take that role that I so covet, this irrational rivalry emotion consumes me. I know I’m being silly here, but when this happens, it feels like I failed as being the best slut that I could be. When I see that glorious cum drizzle on another woman’s body, I have the small empty feeling inside, like that was supposed to be me.
My FWB has this fantasy of fucking all night in a hotel room. I lightly made fun of that fantasy because he’s normally a one round and dead to the world type of guy. I felt like we would fuck around for 30 minutes then he would be asleep while i watch TV.
Yesterday in a spur of the moment he booked a cheap hotel and picked me up and we checked in. On the way to the hotel I was lightly roasting him some more saying this was a dumb idea. He was easy going until we got the keys to the hotel room.
On the way to the elevator he pushed me hard against the wall and grinded his now semi-hard dick on my ass. The second I moaned he pulled off me and walked away. We get in the elevator and I reach for his dick, feeling it harder than before. He swats my hand away.
**I had met Cindy about four weeks ago and we had a few dates so far, going to a movie one night, dinner another, Netflix and pizza at home a couple of times. I found myself really liking her and enjoying her company. Intelligent and funny, she was about 5’6″ with a slim, petite figure. Her breasts were small, but I’ve always liked that and found them a huge turn on. Her hair is best described as raven black which I found particularly attractive, it matched her eyes perfectly.**
**We were on our fifth or sixth date, having a few drinks at the bar in the local pub, talking about this and that when Cindy suddenly changed the subject to sex, and asked me in a very dramatic fashion,**
**”So, John, have you ever had sex with a man?”, she asked bluntly.**
**I was so surprised by the question I just stammered out that I had not.**
**”Have you ever thought about it? Are you interested?”, she continued.**
I’d first met her when she started working at my office as a temp. A petite little cutie with long brown hair with a gentle and natural curl and a beautiful arse hidden under her knee-length pencil skirt. She was in her own little world with a face that rarely smiled, but which I longed to see grimaced in ecstasy, especially under those cute geeky glasses. She wasn’t like the other girls in the office. She was so quiet no one really spoke to her but I obsessed over her. I used to fantasise about fucking her, turning myself on repeating, in words in my head, the things I would like to do with her.
I knew she was cute but I first realised she was something really special when I caught her touching herself at her desk! It was early in the morning and we’d been the first two in the office, She had come in first and was there on her own when I walked in and saw her bent slightly over, her eyes half closed and her right hand definitely not on her mouse, but down between her legs. She immediately stopped when she realised I was there and awkwardly said good morning to me. She suspected that I knew, and she was right. We spent the rest of the morning exchanging glances. Her’s trying to work out if I would tell any one else and seemingly begging me not to. Meanwhile I tried to keep a straight face, delighted that I’d finally penetrated her quiet exterior and got a glimpse that she was the saucy little thing that I had hoped she was.
I pulled my pillow over my head hoping for a few more minutes of precious sleep as my sisters alarm blared from across the hall. The all to familiar sound announced to the entire house that it was 5:30AM. I heard the soft sounds of shuffling as she struggled in the dark to silence her ringer. Finally, after an agonizingly long amount of time, she managed to snooze it before plopping it back down on her nightstand and continuing her slumber like nothing had even happened.
Dawn hadn’t yet begun to show through my curtains but I know that as soon the suns unforgiving rays peeped through, it would be the end to whatever hope of sleep I had left. I had just started to doze off when her alarm pierced the silence yet again jerking me fully awake. She silenced it and and once again I heard no sounds that implied she had any intention of getting up. I was now fully awake and my bedside alarm clock read 5:45. I wasn’t supposed to be up for another fifteen minutes but here I was staring into the darkness and listening to the muffled sounds my parents morning routine.