Chapter-1 Ghosts of her past [Hotpast] [Cuckold]

Note: The story isn’t smut heavy and focuses on the psychological side of it.

I look at the clock, eyes barely open. It was the last one in a series of alarms. These days, it was always the last one. Waking up because I have to, not because I want to. I pick the phone up. “Good morning babe” it said, making me smile. Getting out of bed naked, I head to the bathroom, brushing my teeth while I reply to her message.

“Good morning to you too, babe.” I reply, the highlight of my day these days. I hadn’t bothered to wear clothes in over two days, surviving on milk and nothing else. This had become routine over the past few months, after losing my day job, now surviving on my part-time job as a writer. It had gone downhill ever since she had left the country, to go help as a doctor in the northern part of Africa to help the locals with medicine. This was over eight months ago and now she was stuck there and I was stuck here.

What a dad wants Part3

I was eating the dinner I’d prepared, but I wasn’t really tasting it. Gabby had refused to come down and eat with us and Smith was still at his friend’s house. Because it was just the two of us, Stella and I sat side by side at our kitchen island. Unbeknownst to her, she was just three feet away from the exact spot where I’d shot cum all over my daughter’s chest two hours prior. And while Stella seemed to be savoring my signature steak tacos, all I could focus on was my appetizer, a brief taste of Gabby’s pussy filtered through my fingers and her sweet mouth. I was sure my dick would never be soft again.

Stella gently laid her hand on my thigh. I jumped and damn near choked. Laughing she said, “Jesus, babe. You’re a million miles away. What are you thinking about?”

Nope. No way. Definitely could not tell her what I’d been thinking about. I’d heard somewhere that the best lie to tell, was one that was partially true so I sighed before admitting, “Gabby.”

[FFM] I fucked my two coworkers at a regional conference

See profile for story of my first time with Allie.

Usually a few weeks after the busy season ended my firm would send us to a regional conference of various small to mid sized sister firms. This conference was held a few hours away, so the firm would rent out hotel rooms and we would stay the three days, two nights. It being my first time out, I was happy to see that, while it wasn’t the Ritz Carlton (not that I had been expecting that), it also wasn’t a Motel 6 or Super 8. It was a decent hotel in the middle of the big city. Our firm had gotten several rooms on the higher floors. The views were amazing.

To address the elephant in the room for those who have read my past story involving Allie, nothing had happened between us in the time between April 16th and mid July, when this story takes place. We got along fine, there was still light flirting, and we still tended to pair off at different outings with the other juniors, but there was no physically intimate relationship between us, casual or otherwise. Still, for those who haven’t read my story involving her, I’ll briefly describe here here.

A Christmas party gone right, at least for me. Featuring: MF and Inc

Ahh Christmas 2011, what a wonderful Christmas, there was feast this year and we could afford some big presents, we had repaired an ATV and got to ride it in the snow, lots of eggnog was consumed, but there is one more reason that still holds dear to my Heart, It was the visitors, from the last time I got to see my cousin (who was 18 like me at the time), a lot had changed, my voice, my height, her body and our opinions on each other, the last time I got to see her, it was 2003 and I was a 10 y/o in 8th grade, I was a boy genius and for some odd reason she never liked me because of it, I recon that changed.

She walked up to me and said, “Have you cured cancer yet?”, I said “No but I think I cured your attitude”, she blushed a bit, “how long has it been, 8 years” I said, she replied with, “About so, you look great”, I said “Why thank you, I can see the you really grown into your body”, She followed with “Of all the people in the world to notice and tell me that, you?”, I said “I’m intelligent, not a eunuch”, we proceeded to have unimportant conversation for 15 minutes until our toes were frozen (We were outside), There was hot cocoa being made.

A lucky tinder swipe [MF]

I’m a 28 year old, fairly active guy who enjoys footballer (soccer) and mountain biking. I also go through phases off downloading tinder and chatting with a few different girls and seeing where things lead. During the rainy months of November and December in the PNW I find it a real source of communication and human interaction.

A lot of the time, it’s the same old story, match with a girl, chat for a bit then drift apart once the initial spark dies out. I’m sure hundreds of guys have been in this position and no doubt I will be again sometime soon.

However one fortunate night I matched with this cute, curvy, half Asian girl. Now for context my bio is quite direct, she quickly made a cheeky, flirty comment which made me grin once I received it. I quickly flicked threw her photos for a second and my grin turned into a smile. I quickly responded and waited eagerly for her to reply, sending those risky texts was always a sure fire way to raise the pulse.

I [M] gave a girl [F20] instructions on how to get off and got her boyfriend involved [M]

All of this takes place online, so this isn’t your usual story but still an interesting experience. I don’t know much about the other participants in this story so let your imagination fill in the gaps.

Being a bit bored in the evening, I headed over to Omegle just to pass the time. As opposed to heading over to the cam / video section and seeing old men wanking, I headed over to the chat-only option. After entering a couple keywords so we had a topic to talk about when we matched, I started spinning the wheel. Still about 90% of dudes but that’s only expected I guess.

Never really had any interesting experiences before and wasn’t having much luck tonight either, so was about to close down and head to bed when all of a sudden this happened. The below is full transcript, edited slightly to make it easier to read but no changes to the story nor dramatized.

**You’re now chatting with a random stranger.**

**You both like free use.**

You: hey

Stranger: hi

You: how are you

You: m29 here

Stranger: i’m good

Stranger: f20

Be Careful What You Wish For [M/M/F, Femdom, Coerced Bi, Long]

I’d been pestering her for what felt like an eternity. We’ve always enjoyed the kinkier side of things and there’s not much left for us to try, which made this all the more alluring, more enticing, exciting… enthralling. But there’s a lesson to be learned in earnest here – be careful what you wish for.

Truthfully things had dragged on for so long that it seemed little more than an elusive fantasy, never quite materialising into tantalising tangibility. That’s why when she told me to prepare myself for a night like no other, I foolishly dismissed her warning as hyperbolic. But boy was I wrong.

She’d given me her forewarning of a night beyond the ordinary earlier in the day and – after a frantic Friday finalising some projects at work – I’d largely forgotten about it. And then the first message came:

“For the remainder of the weekend, you belong to me. You’re nothing more than my personal fuck-toy, to be used abused for my amusement. When you get home, venture upstairs to the bedroom. You’ll find further instructions waiting.”

[M4F] avoiding a awkward situation

My hands sliding up and down her belly. I slowly inch closer and closer to her hand. “Dont” ,still trying to wake up for the morning. My cock now under her fingers. Turning her head at me, followed by rolling her eyes, “you know our son is awake and getting dressed for school.” My fingers slide down the side of her leg and slowly start to move to the inside.

Whispering with a more killing intent, “stop it.” I didn’t want to. I had dreams all night of her riding me any possible way and now I wanted to cum. Fingers slowly starting to rub her clit. Her legs spread just a little more apart as she kept trying to discourage the moment. Lightly breathing, “baby what if he walks in?” My fingers kept rubbing her as my lips kissed her, “ssshhh.”

My head on her breast and leg wrapping over hers. Her legs now fully spread apart and I slide a finger straight into her. Trying to keep her breathing under control, she pulled the blankets up over us as outside our door was a bunch of movement. The door opened wide. Her legs slam shut, but I still kept playing with her.

The Nude Normal (Chapter 3 Part 1) [Casual Nudity] [Family Nudity] [Exhibitionism]

Thank you so much once again for your kind response to Chapter 2. I really am overwhelmed by how positively this story has been received, and it’s been a massive encouragement as I’ve continued writing, so thank you!

Just a heads up, Chapter 3 has been posted in two parts (because the entire thing exceeded the post character limit) so make sure you click the link for Part 2 at the end of Part 1 and don’t miss the big *climax*.

If you’re new to this story, here’s [Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r90907/the_nude_normal_chapter_1_casual_nudity_family/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) and [Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/raiy4k/the_nude_normal_chapter_2_casual_nudity_family/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf).

Hope you enjoy round 3!

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# The Nude Normal
# Chapter 3 | Caught In The Act
## Part 1 (of 2)

I woke late the next morning. I think my body needed some time to recover; between barely sleeping the night before and the sheer amount of masturbating I had been doing since arriving at the beach house, it’s safe to say I had exhausted myself. But I slept pretty well, I could vaguely remember dreaming about being back on the beach with the woman and the frisbee, but not quite enough to make out the details.

[MF] I (M24) drove across the state to fuck a Miss America girl (F22)

(Skip to ————————— for sexy time)

When I was single I stayed pretty active on Tinder, lining up as many dates as I could in a week. Sometimes it would just be for coffee or drinks, other times it would be at her place or mine.

This story is about the farthest I’ve ever travelled to meet someone. When I matched with this girl, I thought she was either one of those bots with fake pictures or someone that wouldn’t respond to my messages. She popped up in my city when I swiped on her, but her profile said she went to college all the way on the other side of the state.

I sent her a message after we matched, and she surprisingly responded. We chatted for a couple weeks, off and on, and got to know each other a bit. From her pictures I could tell she was a cute sorority girl, with a thin frame and strawberry blonde hair. She also had a picture of her wearing a dress and a sash that said “Miss [state],” which definitely caught my eye (like what a flex haha). She later told me that she also competed in some Miss America pageants during her college years.