Fantasy of Cock Sucking, Part 2: With Wife’s Encouragement, My Fantasy Comes True (MM) (Bi-M) (Blowjob)

In Part 1, my wife discovered, and encouraged, my fantasy of sucking a cock. Here’s what happened next.

Life went on as usual. I kept an open mind, but no opportunities arose. Our sex life stayed strong, we discussed and role played fantasies. Spring turned into Summer and her encouragement became a fond but distant memory.

During the last week of a June I had to take a business trip to Southern California for an annual trade show. I would be traveling with my good friend and co-worker, Sean.

Sean and I had been close friends since we started at our company together, and we had both worked our way into management positions. We shared similar backgrounds, both of us having played sports in college (I was a soccer player at a big public college in the Northwest, he had played baseball at a private university in Northern California). We were both married to pretty girls we had met in college, both with kids (we had two, they had four) and we both stayed in shape by running and working out in the same gym. Our families were close, often dining together or having barbecues at each other’s houses.

While working abroad in Amsterdam I hooked up with the hotel receptionist [FF]

This story takes place in January 2020, at the time I spent a lot of time working abroad across Northern Europe and was currently based in the Amsterdam office of the company I was working for. I was staying in a hotel about ten minutes away from the office which was the regular hotel the company used.

I’d stayed there for about four weeks in total and my first visit was in December 2019. It was a lovely hotel and one of the best I’d stayed in, (I won’t say which hotel as I do not want to get the member of staff in trouble or have anybody try to stalk her). The first time I’d checked in she immediately caught my eye and I started to develop a small crush on her. For this story we’ll call her Sophie.

As the weeks rolled by I got to know her more and more through casual small talk and one or two longer conversations at the bar, she was lovely to talk to and had a lot to talk about and I could tell that she was genuinely being polite and talkative, not just because it was her job.

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F] Part 38

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=== ***Chris*** ===

It’s mid morning. I just got done with my workout at the gym and I walked into the apartment and found it empty. It’s usually not empty, Bella’s jobless so she’s almost always in the apartment, either waiting for me or practicing in the kitchen. I find that she’s not very neurotic, destructive, and devoid of logic and common sense when she’s alone in there. Which is weird because she’s very confident of herself.

But right now, it’s just quiet. Soothing really. I haven’t had a quiet time to myself since Bella and I broke up. Oh, it’s so serene and calming, and I can feel my mind slipping into tranquility. I sat on my couch and took in the peace with a deep sigh. I don’t have a warm body sitting next to me, running her hands up and down my body, or someone trying to get my zipper down or my pants off. No, right now I’m just alone to my thoughts.

Then my phone rang, and I’m pulled back to reality.

“Babe, we’re over at Oliveira! Come on, didn’t you get my text?”

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He “Taught” Me How To Play COD [MF] [Edging]

Snow hits the ground as the wind whips through my coat, taking my breath away. It’s freezing out tonight, making it the perfect occasion to stay in and spend time with him. I run up the front pathway, keeping my feet planted on the ground with each step so I don’t fall. I get to the door and it’s already unlocked, allowing me to turn the knob and walk in. I’m met with a rush of warm air and the smell of cinnamon.

I wipe my boots off on the mat in front of the door before taking my hat and coat off. Everything in his place looks haphazardly pushed against a wall. I laugh while shaking my head at the placement of his coat tree, which is on the other side of the entry way. While attempting to kick off my boots and not get my socks wet, I hear foot steps coming from around the corner.

Fantasy of Cock Sucking, Part 1: My Wife Discovers, And Encourages, My Bi Fantasy (MF) (Bi-MM Fantasy) (Cum Play)

It’s amazing to me how a brief off hand comment or fleeting thought can take hold of a person and grow into an obsession. This happened for me and it had led me, an otherwise straight, married, father of two, to become obsessed with idea of sucking a beautiful cock and swallowing its cum. I phrase that obsession carefully, referring specifically to the cock and its cum, not to the man attached to that cock. It could be any man, tall or short, blonde or brunette, slim or husky, black or white, just so long as he has a nice looking cock. I just want to feel that beautiful flesh sliding between my lips and savor the feeling of it depositing its load on my tongue.

How did I get here? It all started recently, just after my wife had finished giving me one hell of a great blowjob. With the remnants of my cum still on her lips, my wife gave a deep kiss, sharing the taste of my cum with me. When I responded eagerly, she offered me her fingers, with a few strands of cum that had escaped her mouth clinging to them, and told me to lick them clean, which I gladly did.

Love Juice

After pounding my wife’s throat for the past 15 minutes straight, the bowl underneath her chin was getting pretty full of saliva, so I decided to set it aside so it wouldn’t get spilled. That was liquid gold… for us! I grabbed the empty mason jar from the night stand, and I set it on the bed near her calve. I planted a swift, gentle kiss just below her belly button, and looked up at her in her eyes. I said “I’m going to make you squirt, and it’s all going in this jar. You know what I’m going to do with it ;)”

I crawled up, and I kissed and licked my way down, starting at her neck and working my way down her collar bone, shoulder, tits, side, stomach, and I planted my final kiss just above the top of her clitoral hood. I looked back up at my wife, gazed deep and passionately into her eyes, and blew her a kiss. I looked back down at her lovely little pleasure folds, this clit of gold, and I blew a stream of cool air across it. My wife wiggled a bit from the cool sensation, but I grabbed her by the hips and held her in place and dove my mouth down over her clit, encapsulating it inside my mouth. Then, I pulled back just a tiny bit and breathed my hot breath across her clit and surrounding flesh.

Married Hottie: I bought the coffee, she brought the cream [FM]

“Sorry, your reddit content is a little bit too much for me:)”

I had invited someone who had posted on my local r4r page to check my Reddit content out and judge if I fit her criteria to meet up and have good ol’ fashioned sex. Alas, ’twasn’t to be. To cheer myself up, I was reminded of the saying “*Some days you’re the pigeon, some days the statue*”. Today, I was decidedly a statue.

A few days later, however, I see an orange envelope. A message from her!! She said she tried and liked the coffee shop I had alluded to in my earlier message as a meet-up spot.

“*Her post is wildly popular, why did she choose to write back again to me? Must investigate!*” ran my internal monologue. Not wasting any time, I offered to buy her my favorite drink from said shop. She didn’t say no.

Leading up to our meeting, I sussed out that she:

-a very hot new mom who happens to be breastfeeding

-would love to be deep-throated

-loves the idea of sex in a public place

[Group] I (19M) had the best hotel sex of my life with a hotwife’s “referral” (31F) when I was a Reddit bull. Part 3 finale!

Check my post history for the last two parts if interested. This is a repost because of length issues that got the original post removed. Fingers crossed!

It was just me and Clarissa now. “Actually, let’s take a quick grape and water break. I wanna be in the mood for this next part!” Clarissa giggled and hopped off the bed. We were about two hours into the romp. “Are you enjoying it so far?” I was caught off guard by this question. “I suppose so… Yes? I mean I’ve been through some wild gangbangs with Nancy, but I’ve never been able to go for this long before. You’ve got such a fantastic ass that I can’t stop coming back for more, heh.”

Clarissa nodded slowly at this, popping a grape in her mouth as she stood naked next to me. “Oh yeah? What do you like specifically about my ass?” she prodded at me. “It’s hard to put into words. Your ass is so firm and you know how to use it, you have a beautifully tan skin tone, your hips are perfect to grasp and hold onto when I cum inside you… Girl, you’ve got it going on!” I could tell I was fumbling my words at this point due to the fact that my ears felt like they were on fire. “Alright, well I like feeling you cum in me too, so let’s get back on that vibe, yeah?”

Fitting room surprise (work of fiction/fantasy)

(I am a freelance short erotica author. I don’t have anything published even though my fans have been asking constantly when I’m going to have it done. Hope you all enjoy.)

It was getting to the point that he got tired of wearing dress pants to work. He decided to go buy some black jeans so he could feel somewhat normal at work.

He went to Walmart and was looking through the jeans. It was difficult for him to find his size. Most stores didn’t sell 34×36 jeans or any pants in that size for that matter. And if they did, they didn’t last long before they were bought up. He wasn’t sure which. But he found the closest he could. He found one pair of 34×34, grabbed them and headed to the fitting room. He had to go find an associate to unlock the door because it always seemed they never had anyone working solely in that department. She came and unlocked the door and let him in.

Hooking up with a 21 year old coworker [F] when I was definitely not single. [M]aybe I should’ve thought with my other head?

This got incredibly long with some back story up front. Skip down to asterisks of you want to really just read the sexy stuff…

Many years ago in college, I worked as a bartender/server at a chain restaurant and bar, and my coworkers and I would get together just about every night after work to drink and blow off steam after our shifts. Anyone who wasn’t closing would typically stay and have a couple drinks at work, then head to a nearby dive bar to keep things going or a house to afterparty.  Summertime was another story, as every night was a chance to drink too much, hook up with each other, and do it all over again the next day. It was a glorious existence.

The best thing as a young man about working in a restaurant was the amount of stunning women I worked with as a bartender/server. They all knew they could make a ton of money by wearing tight tops, flashing their smiles, and laughing at bad jokes.  They were all very attractive and fun girls, and smart enough to know how to use it.