Tag: Swingers

Summer Session: Redux [FM] [classroom quickie] [collab w/ Thebob2013] [Now With 100% More Sex!] […actually infinity% but who’s counting?]

Author’s Note:

This scene began as a vignette without an ending in mind (besides the fact the characters totally get it on, of course!). I believe it stands alone – if an impressionistic scene without sex interests you, please give it a look.

Here I expanded the vignette into a full story with the introduction slightly modified. This story includes collaborative writing and valuable editing from the wonderful Thebob2013. It was an absolute pleasure to write with him. The sexiest phrases are his work. Any flaws in the story are mine alone.

Please enjoy.

The last pair of students unlocked their bikes from the rack as I approached Campbell Hall. Perfect timing. I skipped up the marble steps and swung open the heavy oak door. The only sound in the corridor was the click of my flats on the linoleum. As I walked, the pencil skirt of my dress exaggerated the swing of my hips and showed off the curve of my ass.

At the open doorway, I watched the instructor erase the final marks from the chalkboard, a thoughtful expression on his face. My pulse raced in anticipation. The sight of him always had that effect on me. His athletic frame, his easy stance, his confident hands. Read more »

Curiosity Screwed the Girl [MF, Public, reluc, exh, Mdom]

You shouldn't have done it. You knew it was silly, trying to squeeze into the old kiddie playhouse, especially through the window. It's been years since you were in there! Of course it'd be small! "The boxy house wasn't designed for your curvy figure, don't do it!", your conscious yelled. But curiosity got the better of you, and now you realize you should of listened to the voice in your head. Read more »

Summer Session [FM] [college] [temptation] [no sex] [just a vignette, really]

The last pair of students unlocked their bikes from the rack as I approached Campbell Hall. Perfect timing. I skipped up the marble steps and swung open the heavy oak door. The only sound in the corridor was the click of my flats on the linoleum. As I walked, my favorite pencil skirt exaggerated the swing of my hips and showed off the curve of my ass.

At the open doorway, I watched the instructor erase the final marks from the whiteboard, a thoughtful expression on his face. My pulse raced in anticipation. The sight of him always had that effect on me. His athletic frame, his easy stance, his confident hands.

"Professor?" I announced myself. I wasn't his student, but we liked to play the game of it.

He turned, eraser still in hand. Surprise filled his eyes as he pored over the slender curves of my body. "What are you doing here?" he hissed. But the warning in his voice was mixed with desire.

I moved to stand mere inches away, almost touching but not quite. "I've always wanted to fuck in a classroom," I said. Read more »

Lights in the Harbor (part 3) [FM] [str8] [strangers] [exh] [tease] [finale]

For the build up to the action, please see Part 1 (the meeting) and Part 2 (the foreplay).

…And now the conclusion.

He pulls me unsteadily to my feet; his lips lustfully search my neck, his mouth hot on my collarbone. As soon as he started, he backs off and pulls me with him towards a breakfast table in the middle of the floor. Like the rest of the balcony, it’s solid and well-constructed. Before I fully realize what he’s doing, I find myself positioned by his hands. He bends me forward over the light varnished wood so my nipples press against the surface. He smooths his palms over my ass. The touch of his skin is electric. My hips shift back instinctively. I want more of him. Read more »

Wild Threesome By the Pool [MFM][Cuckold]

I love the smell of sunscreen. It reminds me of going away on vacation, of being hundreds of miles away from the responsibilities of your personal and professional life. Of course, I had to remind myself as I applied the sunscreen to my legs on that August afternoon, this wasn't a vacation. We were merely going across the street to hang out at our neighbors' pool for the afternoon. Well, we weren't really hanging out the neighbors.

We had moved onto our street the month before, and at 31 years old we were by far the youngest couple on the block. Our neighbors across the street were a nice couple in their mid-to-late 50s with grown children. When we moved in and met them, my husband Mark mentioned that he was looking to re-finish the deck on our front porch. Our neighbor Phil suggested that his recent college graduate son could come by and do it for us for cheap. He was moving down to New York in September to start his first real job, but in the meantime he was looking for anything that would get him a couple bucks during his last few weeks home. Read more »

Emmy’s games (Part 2) [Msub, Fdom, anal, exh, huml, swing, voy]

This is a continuation on from the 'A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties' and the second part to 'Emmy's games'.

Previous series here: A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties

A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 2

A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 3

Emmy's games Part 1

“Well? Did Suzie help you fill the condom some more?” says the text from Emmy.

I had just pulled my trousers back on after being jerked off by Suzie into a condom, which I had filled for the second time today whilst wearing panties Emmy had instructed me to wear. The stockings Suzie helped me put on feel amazing underneath my jeans. I can feel their tight grip on my thighs and the fabric rub against the inside of my trousers when I move which is a constant reminder of their sexyness.

“Yes, fucking hell, Suzie is hot! And this condom is already filling up!” I text back to Emmy. Read more »

Find Our Groove in the Big Easy [Bi, MMF, exh, swing, hotwife, light cuck]

The overall story is fiction, but most of the details come from real life experiences. I hope you enjoy, comments, suggestions and corrections are always welcome either here or as a PM

As is often the case, it started with a kiss. I was standing at the nearly empty hotel bar, a bottle of Abita in hand, enjoying the air conditioning as it dried off the sweat of a sweltering June day spent walking the French Quarter of New Orleans. My gaze drifted from the sportswriters bantering on the TV above the bar, and I saw Laurel walking across the lobby. She’d gone up to our room to change, telling me that the heat was just too much. She just had to get out of the short sleeved top and shorts she was wearing and into something even less restricting.

In her mid thirties, my wife of twelve years still had the power to catch my eye and quicken my heart, even after two kids and all the trials and tribulations that a life lived together has to offer. Her new attire – a strapless summer sun dress that highlighted her hard-won body in all the right ways – just accentuated my desire. I felt my groin swell a bit as I took in the view, from her high heeled pumps all the way to her sparkling, mischievous brown eyes, framed by a face flushed a bit red from too much sun (or so I assumed) and her short, pixie cut brown hair. Read more »

The Playroom [FMF], [swing]

I walk into the club. They know me by now, and they know my routine. Drop my things off in a locker, drop my bottle at the bar. Chat with the bartender a bit while she pours my drink, then head to the top floor. I'm so nervous that I feel like everyone must see. After all, tonight's just a bit different. Tonight I'm trying something I've only dreamed about.

I make my way up the stairs, sipping the whiskey with one hand, lifting the edge of my robe with the other, trying to project confidence and surety. Some part of me realizes that I'm probably smiling too much, and I try to calm my nerves. The shadows of the top floor seem to pour onto the landing along with the sounds – music and a distant moaning.

Turning the corner, I notice a couple sitting on one of the couches, tentatively touching each other and shooting glances towards the back. First night, I think. It was hard for me to move past the lounge at first. The playroom is … intense. But maybe I can get them to join me. I'm right on time and it would fit my plan nicely. Read more »

[Msub] State of Mind

Looking for CC, particularly since I'm a woman and the story is in a man's voice. If there's interest I'll post a part II.

Man I did a great job at work today! Everybody was really happy with how the project turned out. Still have a few beautiful hours left before sunset – may as well walk home. Get some exercise and time to think… maybe think about Her. Maybe fantasize about her legs around my head while I'm walking down the street in public. I bet she'd be happy if I got an erection in public. Heyyy now, if I told her about it she might even reward me…! The thought alone just made me twitch. This won't be hard (heheh, hard.) Hard as I was earlier this week when she told me to save my cum for her. Okay, what were the rules… I could touch it, look at porn, fuck my own ass, do whatever I wanted as long as I didn't cum. She didn't mention it but I'm sure she'll want an explicit report. I've avoided regular porn because the only reason I ever watched it was for a quick cum. She thinks I can't hold out without calling her and begging? Please, I have my dignity. Read more »

Easy Riders

 Easy Riders.

Richard’s in love, and he’s with the great love of his life right now. She’s always ready for Richard to ride fast and hard, she never says no when he wants to mount her, she does all the wild things he asks of her, and right now he’s with her giving her all his care and attention.

She’s five hundred pounds of motor bike: a big red tank, gleaming chrome, four cylinders aggressively abreast like horses in a Roman chariot race, ready to fire up and deliver enough raw power to punch herself and anyone brave enough to ride her at a hundred mph plus without hardly trying, while growling window-rattling snarls through two fire-blued exhausts sticking up like two insolent fingers in a V sign to all lesser vehicles that dare to be on the road. She sits proudly in the middle of the garage, where Richard’s worshiping her. Richard’s twenty three and he’s between girl friends. Girls always say they’re scared to come on his bike. His parents are away for the weekend, he’s on his own, looking forward to a weekend of motor bike, porn and masturbation. But as Richard’s polishing the red tank and bright chrome the doorbell chimes. Read more »