I Definitely Want This to Happen Again! (OC, BBC, Threesome, Cheating)

“Alright babe, I’m about to head out! I’ll be home tonight around seven. If you need anything, text me. Ok?” Chad’s voice preceded him as he walked down the hall into the living room he shared with his girlfriend, a backpack stuffed full of cards and games hanging across his shoulder. Stepping into the room, he found Angie sitting on the couch, her long black hair pulled in a ponytail, a mess of glossy prints spread across the table.

“You go have fun. I’ll be here working on these prints.” She smiled, her bright blue eyes meeting his. “I’ll get this sorted out, and then probably play a game or something. Just text me when you’re headed home, so I know you’re safe.” Standing up, she walked with him to the front door, bare feet padding down the hall after him.

“You got it. See you tonight!” He said with a big grin, planting a kiss on soft unpainted lips. Angie watched as he backed out and drove away, going to meet his friends for their weekly game day. As he finally crested the hill, Angie turned back to the living room. Settling in, she began sorting through her photos again, sealing them in individual envelopes to be sent out. She had shot a special in red lingerie, and she knew the fans were going to love it.

He Mistook Her for a Shy Girl. Part 3: Raising the Stakes. [Mff] [Mast] [FMast]

Chris’s feeble defences had been broken. He wasn’t able to fight against the emotional and sexual weapons in Chloe’s arsenal. He became distracted, his work on his book slowed to a crawl – he was behind schedule and lacking sleep. How could he ignore his foe, when she was a regular visitor in his home and his daughter’s best friend and crush.

The pictures continued to be delivered to his phone unabated. He couldn’t stop himself looking, if only they were to be deleted immediately after. He thought of going to Tammy a few times and coming clean. But he didn’t want his wife to know that his sexual curiosity for a woman 20 years his junior was the trigger for this calamity.

Jess and Chloe became ever closer – he was pretty sure his daughter wasn’t gay but there was no doubt she was finding joy in the experimentation of bisexuality. This seemed to totally pass Tammy by, but even without the unwanted pictures that Chloe had sent him the signs were obvious: the hand on the bottom as they waited to cross the road, the entwined fingers as they watched a movie, the exchange of tongues in a stolen kiss in the swing seat at the bottom of the garden.

He Mistook Her for a Shy Girl. Part 3: Raising the Stakes. [Mff] [Mast] [FMast]

For those who missed it: [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/enlgbn/he_mistook_her_for_a_shy_girl_mforalcheat) [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eo2uyf/he_mistook_her_for_a_shy_girl_part_2_the_slippery)

**Part 3:**

Chris’s feeble defences had been broken. He wasn’t able to fight against the emotional and sexual weapons in Chloe’s arsenal. He became distracted, his work on his book slowed to a crawl – he was behind schedule and lacking sleep. How could he ignore his foe, when she was a regular visitor in his home and his daughter’s best friend and crush.

The pictures continued to be delivered to his phone unabated. He couldn’t stop himself looking, if only they were to be deleted immediately after. He thought of going to Tammy a few times and coming clean. But he didn’t want his wife to know that his sexual curiosity for a woman 20 years his junior was the trigger for this calamity.

Jess and Chloe became ever closer – he was pretty sure his daughter wasn’t gay but there was no doubt she was finding joy in the experimentation of bisexuality. This seemed to totally pass Tammy by, but even without the unwanted pictures that Chloe had sent him the signs were obvious: the hand on the bottom as they waited to cross the road, the entwined fingers as they watched a movie, the exchange of tongues in a stolen kiss in the swing seat at the bottom of the garden.

The further adventures of Frank and Karen [Part 5] [MF] [MM] [Spanking] [BDSM]

“Oh my god Frank, it feel so naughty and wicked to be walking around nude on a train as it winds it’s way home.
What would it be like to do this if the train was filled with people.
All of them looking at my naked body as I wandered though the aisles.
Just imagining the shocked and lustful looks I would be witnessing.

“Well Mr. Frank, I see you are just hanging around doing nothing.
You know this is the first time I really had the upper hand.
Hum I wonder, what shall I do.
I have a naked man here who is unable to do anything.
Well let’s see what I have in my bag, shall we.”
as Karen rummaged through her bag she kept up a running commentary of the things she could do with a naked bound guy.
“Ah, just what I was looking for.
Now don’t look.” She said.
Walking around behind me she began to spank my bottom.
There was nothing subtle about her spanking.
As her hand landed the first blow I had to jump.
Blow after blow, each hit landing in a different spot on my bottom.
Each spank stung and stung like hell so why was my cock hard as steel and dripping?
After about twenty hits she halted her assault.

My daughter, What Exactly Did You Do?

Once the swing door passed, Juliette was assailed by the heaviness of the atmosphere, invaded by smoke from incense. Father Mairain had a heavy hand with regard to the offerings to the Lord. The church was empty as it should be … only the solar rays came to illuminate the biblical scenes, represented on the stained glass windows.

Here, Juliette felt good, at peace … finally freed from the demons who chased her, at any time of the day or night.

She trusted Robert, but it had to be said that her methods of making him recover the Way of God were particularly singular! However, thinking about it, it started from an irreproachable logic.

She had turned so far from her human nature, from her role as a woman, from her humanity, that she had to work hard to find them … otherwise she would experience the loss of her soul and her Salvation! Certainly, but everything that Robert made him do was disturbing! To walk naked under her clothes was confusing to say the least … and did the Church allow it?

[Group] Our First Foursome (Sorta)

What would be considered a sequel to “Our First Threesome,” this is the story of the second encounter we shared with not just Kate, but also her boyfriend at the time, Joe. He was on the short side, average build, dark eyes and short black hair, typical run of the mill white kid. If you haven’t read the previous entry, Kate was a skinny pale Irish girl with a B-cup and full red bush. Jess was short with brown hair and was tan, tattooed, and a little chubby with 36DD’s and a shaved pussy.

Couple’s Massage (Erotic W/S Fiction) [w/s] [sex] [dp]

This past summer, something incredible happened. My husband and I had been looking for a way to mix up our marriage a bit. We talked about our mutual desire to have an open marriage as long as we both agreed to be safe. We were nervous, though, and we both confessed that maybe our first time having sex with someone else would need to be together, like with another couple. We got online and signed up for an anonymous group for swingers, and through some online discussions we learned about a “spa” just a few hours from our home that offered “special services” for couples and might be a perfect first-time experience. My husband and I talked about it for a while and after reading more about it and looking into the website for the “spa,” we decided to give it a try and registered for a couple’s treatment. There were several tests we had to complete that included a survey and a health screening with our physician. We sent all this info to the address provided and waited. About a month later we received an email with the location and appointment time.

Her Fantasy [MF] [Light Bondage]

I gazed at him from across the classroom. Tall, dark brown hair, stunning blue eyes. His lips are angular and almost feminine, a prominent Cupid’s bow makes them look heart shaped. Today, he wore a black hoodie with matching ripped jeans. The contrast between his milky skin and dark clothes paired with the dangerous vibe he gave off was making me cream my panties.
His name is Dominic.
The moment I first saw him in the lecture hall I knew he would be a new source of my affection, and well, wet dreams. I thought of his smooth hands roughly grabbing my petite ass, his lips tugging at my skin leaving marks.
One day I decided enough was enough.
Dominic usually sticks to himself or a few of his friends, so when I heard he was going to a friend of mine’s party I was surprised. I immediately made a plan to go and shoot my shot. If I’m successful, great. If not, then there’s no harm in just staring at him for the rest of the semester.
I get to the party late, and it’s already in full swing. Drinks are being passed around, people are grinding on each other. Just more and more bodies of people each desperate for attention, for touch, for sex.
I say a quick hello to my friend then grab a drink. To give myself confidence, I had dressed a little sexier than what I’m used to. I pulled on a pale lace bodysuit I bought a while back, a short pink skirt, and some heels.
Wandering past people, I notice a few guys checking me out, but I only have one person in mind at the moment.
Then, I see him.
He’s clearly wasted, leaning on a guy friend and stumbling upstairs. Even so he’s still ridiculously hot. Hot enough to cause a surge of lust within me that leads right to my core. I trail behind the pair as casually as possible, when I finally see them go into a bedroom. Watching from around a corner, his friend walks out and goes back to the party. I wait for 10 minutes before making my move.
I creep into the bedroom, closing the door behind me as quietly as possible. Its dark, the only light coming from the moon through a window. I spot Dominic laying on a bed against a wall, barely conscious. He occasionally releases soft moans as if in a bad dream. Then I start to panic.
*What am I doing here? I can’t talk to him now, he’s practically asleep!*
Yet here I was in a dark room with a passed out Dominic, trembling as my pussy freely drips with desire because I didn’t wear panties.
I gaze at his hands, imagining them wrapped around my neck as he pounds furiously into me. I carefully watch the movement of his neck as he swallows wanting to suck on the smooth skin and leave hickies. My eyes then trail down to his clothed cock, and in the moonlight I could tell he was semi-hard.
I wonder what his cock looks like. I already know it isn’t small, but is it veiny? Is the tip an enflamed, angry red? Is it impossibly girthy, could I fit my tiny hand around it?
I imagine myself sucking on his cock. His member deep within my throat, pulsing, nearly exploding with cum. I bet he tastes amazing. I imagine the look of pure ecstasy on his face as he comes, maybe he throws his head back because the pleasure is too much. Maybe he forces my hot mouth further down his cock, ensuring I swallow every drop of his delicious seed.
At this point my small pussy is gushing. I want to fuck him. No, I need to fuck him.
I notice a couple of ties laying on the floor of the room, and a plan forms in my mind. I quickly strip off my skirt, and grab the ties. Then I timidly make my way to Dominic.
With shaking hands, I carefully grab his wrists tying them to the bedpost tightly. Then I carefully wrap the second tie around his head, covering his eyes. Once finished with my task, I step back to admire my work.
Dominic is laying on his back, both hands tied over his head to a bedpost. His eyes are completely covered and his mouth is open releasing short breaths.
Before I lose my confidence I slide carefully onto the bed, throwing one leg over him to straddle his legs. Placing both my hands on his jean-clad hips, I put my lips over his semi-hard cock. I kiss his clothed member a few times, before unzipping him and pulling his cock out from his boxers.
It’s beautiful. Dominic’s penis is large, at least eight inches, definitely more, and he was incredibly girthy. I could barely fit my whole hand around him. Not only that, but he was fully hard, and his tip throbbed an angry red that had me creaming.
I pump him a few times, watching his facial expressions, which are unchanging. Once I put my hot, wet mouth around his tip, he wakes up.
“Wh-what the fuck?! Oh, shit!”, He swears as I plunge down, taking over half of him into my throat. I moan at the erotic sensation of having him so deep. Dominic groans as I continue to mouth-fuck him, massaging the length I couldn’t reach with my hands. I moan back, causing vibrations around his cock which increase the pleasure.
I continue bobbing up and down, stopping to lick a strip on the underside of his cock before going back to sucking. My tongue never leaves his throbbing member.
I could feel him about to climax as he tenses up and his tip leaks more pre-cum. Before he could reach his climax, I take my mouth off of him and sit up.
“No! No-fuck!”, Dominic cries out his frustrations and desperately moves his hips in an attempt to find some form of friction. However, he’s left disappointed.
I giggle as he groans out. *My, how the tables have turned.*
I lean up to his neck, kissing a trail from the base all the way up to his ear, before laughing as he moans softly.
“I know, babe, have some patience…”, I trail off.
“Fuck patience. I swear to god if you leave me like this I’ll-”
“You’ll what?”, I cut him off. “From my perspective here, you’re the one who’s tied up. Not me. I can do whatever I want.”
Dominic seethes.
“You *fucking* bitch when I get out of these I’m going to screw you so badly you’ll be begging me to- fuck!”
He’s cut off once again, but this time it’s because I had slid my bodysuit covering my wet pussy aside, lined him up with my entrance, and put him inside me. As I’m going down, I’m not even halfway before my eyes prick with tears. Dominic is impossibly large and it’s a lot for my small, unused pussy. However, his soft groans encourage me to continue as I take deep breaths and urge him further inside me. Once he’s balls deep, I let out a sigh of content.
His giant, throbbing dick is deep inside me pumping pre cum into my fertile womb and it couldn’t feel any better.
“God*damn* baby.”, Dominic breathes.
Placing my hands on his chest for leverage, I carefully lift myself off of him before roughly shoving him back inside me. The motion has us both moaning in pleasure.
I repeat the action again and again, slowly increasing the pace. I lean down and place my lips on his. Dominic is rough and demanding with his mouth, trying to dominate what he can. His desperation turns me on even more, and I increase the pace of our hips.
The sounds of our skin slapping together and our pleasurable moans fill the room. His cock swells inside of me, rubbing against my walls, plunging deeper and deeper until-
“Holy shit!” I nearly scream as I orgasm. My nails dig into Dominic’s chest as my pussy milks his cock of cum. It strokes his member for all it’s worth, and I feel the muted spurts splash inside of me.
“Ah… Dominic…”, I moan his name as the high of the intense orgasm starts to wear off.
“Untie me, baby.”
I carefully slide off of his cock, gasping as some of his cum starts to drip out of me, causing him to groan. I gingerly reach up and undo the temporary blindfold, watching as Dominic blinks before his gaze adjusts. His blue eyes meet mine and a blush creeps up onto my cheeks. I feel guilty and embarrassed for taking advantage of him.
To distract myself from my emotions, I focus on untying his hands.
“Dominic, listen… I’m-I’m so sorry-“, the moment he’s free, Dominic roughly grabs my waist and forces me underneath him before settling between my legs.
I gasp as his once-again hard cock brushes up against my naked pussy, and Dominic chuckles darkly. He leans down to my jaw and places kisses up to my ear.
“That was very funny of you, kitten. Tying me up and teasing me. Trying to be dominant. I give you credit for actually succeeding.”
Then, his tone gets almost deadly.
“Now, I’m going to fuck your brains out, because you didn’t listen to my warnings earlier, did you?”
Shocked by his words, I’m silent.
Apparently Dominic doesn’t like that response, so he grabs my chin roughly and forces me to face him.
“*Did* you, baby?”
“N-n-no..”
“Sir, you address me as sir.”
“No, sir.”
Dominic smiles, and places a light kiss to my temple. “That’s right, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and turn around for me.”

The best birthday, pt2 [MF/not entirely binary] [swing] [bd] [mast]

Monica put on a dressing gown and threw one to me, and went to answer the door. I knew it was Erica because only Erica would have done what Erica did next and just walk straight in to the bedroom with a breezy “hi” and sit down on our sweat soaked sheets and start chatting with us both as though it was one of the most natural things in the world.

Erica was one of our oldest friends. She had introduced us to each other, and then – not much later shortly after a drunken threesome – she had introduced us to polyamory and guided us through our first hesitant steps into poly and later fetish life. Years later, but still most of a lifetime ago, we had been part of, and later all of, a polycule. She had even moved in with us for a while and we had lived as a ménage à trois. That hadn’t worked out but we had remained firm friends and occasional fuckbuddies (both separately and together) ever since.

The best birthday, pt1 [MF] [bd] [oral] [anal] [swing references]

I woke up, as I’d half guessed I would but was still thrilled to realise, to the firm pressure of my wife’s lips on my cock. Still half asleep and feeling contentedly entitled (well it was my birthday) I lay there passively, my eyes still closed, as she worked away, eventually sending a lazy hand down under the blankets to stroke her hair as I blew some quiet kisses her way, then slumping back into relaxed arousal. I don’t know how long she’d been working it but she gives the best blow jobs of anyone I know and it didn’t seem long in my foggy state before I was ready to burst. I knew she’d gladly swallow me, but I was turned on by the idea that she had no choice in the matter and so I sent the lazy hand back down again to hold her gently by the neck and keep her mouth around the head of my dick as I came.

She crawled up the bed and nuzzled into my neck, I wrapped my arms around her and – it seems – fell back to sleep.