[MF] Date night reignites the spark – rimming, anal, cum play with milfy drunk wife

As she laid down on the edge of the bed with her legs in the air and her freshly waxed pussy and ass exposed, I knew this night was going to be different.

We’ve been married for 6 years, but started dating when we were 19. Our sex life through our mid 20s was amazing. It slowed down in recent years, but with the stress of work and kids that’s to be expected.

We’re both in our early 30s and have great careers. Both definitely above average in the looks department. I’m 6’1, 185, and in pretty good shape. My wife is 5’8, 130, perky b cups, and a perfectly round ass.

Since moving to the suburbs, we really haven’t made many good friends. Sure, we hang out with other parent friends but who wants to sit around and talk about kids 24/7. Everywhere we go, we are on the lookout for couples who look like they’d be cool.

My wife chatted up a few other couples at the bar. It was innocent but kind of sexy. With each conversation, all I could think about was watching my wife going down on the other woman but that’s a story for another time. At dinner, she mentioned it felt like we were trying to date other couples and she kind of loved the chase.

[M/TF/F] Me [M], Claire [TF], and her roommate [F]

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I’ll still split this into BACKSTORY, DESCRIPTIONS, and SEXY TIME so you can skip right to the important parts if you don’t care about the backstory. I’ll be adding Claire’s description in again in case you don’t want to read the first story.

BACKSTORY

There’s no real backstory with me and Becky, she was Claire’s roommate and the one who dragged Claire to the party where we met. We had chatted a few times and hung out once in a while when Claire wasn’t home yet, or had to go to a class.

The Lexcapades: Chapter 2 Dayna …The Domme [m/f] [bdsm] [femaledom] [fiction]

My smile slid from my face like panties down a whore’s legs, the moment I set my phone down. I stood from the chair before my vanity and gave myself one more glance over before I headed into my interview. My hair was pulled tight into a ponytail at the back of my head, its ends reaching well below my shoulder blades. Not a frizz or stray hair out of place. My dark, honey eyes examined my makeup next. My naturally high-cheekbones would make the contouring gods weep. My ruby red lips twitched at the thought. I relished in making gods weep, or at least those who liked to think themselves as such. I straightened the black bowtie wrapped around the collar of my starch white, buttoned blouse tucked into my high waisted, black gaucho pants. I turned on my black, laced-up peep-toe heels to look over my shoulder and make sure the back of my ensemble was a match to the pristine front. Even I couldn’t keep my eyes from my curvy ass. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too much of a distraction. Then again, I did always like to correct them when they were distracted.

Your Sub Needs to Cum (true story, D/s, Mf, forced orgasms, sensual, protocol, toys)

The thrill of a new partner is always such a high- the way his energy consumes a room, his smell enveloping you before his hands even touch you. The feel of new hands dancing along your skin, that first tentative crush of lips together. Last night, I played with a new partner- and it did not disappoint.

We had met for a drink previously- assessing each other, discussing kinks and life, seeing if there was any chemistry and alignment worth pursuing. I found him to be self-aware, philosophical, and experienced- my kryptonite trifecta. At the end of that meeting, we both decided that we wanted more. We spent the entire day of the scheduled playdate messaging back and forth, trading information on limits, safe words, protocol, etc.- I was given a few instructions to start out.

1. Be waiting for him kneeling beside my bed, arms behind my back
2. Have the toys that I am okay with him using nicely displayed
3. Wear babydoll type lingerie, lace panties, hair down
4. Address him as Sir
5. Do not speak unless/until spoken to
6. Maintain good posture
7. Speak in the third person (ie. Sir, your sub needs to cum now)

First shave it awhile

All the pieces have now fallen together nicely. I had just finished RN school and I bought a new house. My love interests were rocky at best. I had met a wonderful , amazing guy and I was having the best sex I have ever had, only problem was that he is married. On the other hand the one man that has always been there to change a tire, unclog my sink,or make me cum was still there… My dad.

The relationship between us was mostly one sided. When he needed to get off ,he would come see me. I was taken care of some,but it was more emotional than physical. I loved seeing him happy with me .

On our almost daily morning phone call he mentioned that he noticed something last time he was over that needed taken care of and that he would swing by after work and take care of it

Somewhere around 4pm he showed up. He came in and sat down on the chair and made some small talk. He then ask where my son was and I told him he was with his other grandpa.

The Lexcapades – Chap. 1 JJ…The Secretary [f/f] [fiction]

JJ…The Secretary
1/1/2017 14:15pm
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“Happy New Year to Me”

My boss is a bastard of a man. He’s also drop-dead gorgeous beyond reason, but most of the time I’m wishing he would just be that title without the gorgeous attached to it. He knows that his looks and body are a woman’s wet dream and his arrogance knows no bounds. He propositions anything with a humanoid form that he thinks is worthy of tangling with the almighty swerve of his hips. Unfortunately, I seem to make that list of potential, worthy conquests. I have a file of about six months worth of sexual harassment notes for a very easy case, but for some reason I haven’t decided to go to HR or hire a lawyer yet. I can admit that I am attracted to what I see through the glass walls of the office I sit outside of throughout the week. Although, that attraction went to an extent of only when I could watch him on mute. As soon as he’s within earshot he becomes the ugliest person in the world spewing his chauvinistic, slightly racially prejudiced banter.

Small Problem with Wanting to Bang my Teacher

Oh, my God. No, not now. I felt my dick get harder as my heart raced and mouth dried. Sweat formed on my hairline, and my breathing got deeper. This can’t be happening now. It felt like a repeat from high school when I did a speech in front of the class and then ran out. The embarrassment stuck with me throughout the years and made me avoid my peers but not the hot teacher. Even then, I wanted to bang my teacher.

The faculty members looked at each other as I continued the presentation. I glanced down and saw that I had an erection. Thinking about it made me lose my train of thought, and the sweat on my hairline slid down my forehead. I licked my lips and wiped the sweat with my sleeve. For some strange reason, I always got an erection when I was nervous during public speaking.

“I, I…Um…I don’t know…Where was I?” I asked.

“Mr Wolnick, would you like to recompose yourself and do this again on Monday?”

“Yes, professor. That would be great,” I said, turning to my side and hanging my hand next to my groin.”

I fucked my uptight roommate [MF]

I live with two female roommates. I don’t know either of them that well but I just graduated uni and I needed somewhere cheap to live in the city. Rebecca is a nice girl but pretty plain looking, and then there is Nicole who is basically the complete opposite. She is fucking hot, tall and with an amazing olive skin tone but she is an uptight bitch. The type of girl who is way too anal about cleanliness, gets pissed at me for leaving the toilet seat up and can’t seem to take a joke. I don’t even really care how hot she is now because she’s a fucking nightmare to live with.

At the weekend both of the girls we’re supposed to be away, so was I, but knowing I would have some time to myself, I came back early on Sunday. I did what any guy on his own would do – I went to the lounge and put on some loud porn. It was a pretty hot day and I stripped off, it also feels good to jerk off completely naked, right? .So I was enjoying myself when I heard this complaining voice: “Do you wanna turn that down?”

The Devil Within

There she was again staring straight up at me, tempting me, forcing me to lust. What a she-devil she was, she knew exactly how to get underneath my nerves. I would dress code her, and force her to wear a sweater, yet she would still corner me against the wall dissecting my mind. Forcing me to step away from God and to give in to my unholy desires. She knew it too, I could tell in her eyes, the way she would look up at me, the way she would twinkle her eyes lashes, I couldn’t force her to stop wearing makeup, or to stop looking at me the way she does, or any of it. I was stuck. I was stuck sinning at night and I couldn’t escape it. Well, at least she won’t be passing, even though she aces all her exams she’s lazy, and hasn’t handed in one assignment to date. Tests alone are worth only forty percent of her grade, the other sixty percent are assignments. I just need to get through this last month and I am free of her.

My Mom, My Sister And Me Pt.2 [M/F/F]

[*Part 1*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qv203v/my_mom_my_sister_and_me_mff/) *over here. Just in case.*

The morning after was a usual morning for me. I woke up alone. Mom always gets up earlier. To head to work out of town. After opening my eyes, I went over to the bathroom. Taking a shower, brushing my teeth, getting dressed up for the day. And there it stood. On the counter of the sink, a used, unwashed dildo. Probably a present from mom. She liked to fuck herself in the morning, before she headed out of home. And as a present, a turn on for her own son, she just put the dildo in place for me to find.

And I, had to touch that thing. Had to smell it. And had to lick it. To lick it clean. And jerk off while doing so. Relieving my morning wood. Putting out some pressure. But this time, it tasted different. And it hit me hard. It must have been my sister using the dildo. And not cleaning it, putting it away. Put how? Needless to say I cleaned that thing. And shot out my first load of the day.