The Maintenance Man part 4 (mf) (PIV) (Panal) (voyeurism) (cuckold)

*Ethan’s POV*

Ethan smooth his hands over her ass and thighs before he helped her stand up. A satisfied grin on both their faces but when her ex spoke Ethan growled and Sophia rolled her eyes.

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me.” the guys voice cracked.

Ethan backed her up against the door with a soft thud, then he collar her throat with a light squeeze. He lowered his head and kissed her with as much passion as before. “I’m gonna finish fixing your bathroom, you talk to him but once I’m done I’m fucking you again,” his voice commanding again but if she didn’t want this he’d accept that and walk away. “Yeah?” she nodded her head eagerly and he released her with another kiss, he grazed his thumb over her pert nipples. “Leave my cum on you, I want him to see.”

With that he button his trousers and walked to the bathroom. He needed a few minutes before getting to work again, when he glanced out of the door he saw Sophia walk past to the living room with a short blue satin robe wrapped around her, a damp patch visible up her back and her ex boyfriend followed her, his eyes glued to it.

She want his Father instead PART TWO (mf) (PIV) (Panal) (voyeurism)

He wasn’t going to fuck me tonight? Why the hell not, I know he wanted to he was that hard he could use it as a hammer. He moved back to the doorway as I sat down on the stool, Steve walked through the door, a look of concern on his face. “Are you okay? I heard you scream.” My pussy was still pulsing from my orgasm.

“Really? You heard a scream through your head set?” I cocked an eyebrow up at him. He blushed slightly until he saw his Dad in the other doorway.

“We were discussing food.” His father’s gruff voice sent tingles down my spine. Fuck I wanted him. “I was just telling *Mila* that I’d take you both to Lugis Italian Restaurant, she agreed.”

“Yep, something might as well fill me.” I smirked to myself, I stood up and sneakily flashed my bare pussy at his Father then at his son as I passed him. “I’m going to get changed.” I jogged up the stairs and pushed the door into his room, by the time I was naked in front of my suitcase I felt Steves hand on my shoulder.

The Maintenance Man part 2 (mf) (masturbation) (oral) (voyeurism)

*Ethans POV*

Ethan closed the bathroom door behind him, the back of his head softly thudded against it. His breathing sounded so loud in the tiny room. A small smile played on his lips as he remembered the sight that had lay before him a few minutes ago, Sophia sitting on her bedroom floor, her gorgeous breasts spilling from her top and a soft buzzing coming from between her legs.

He’d only been gone for 10 minutes, he’d left so quickly that his wallet was still in his tool bag. When he’d let himself back quietly to retrieve it he’d heard moaning from her bedroom, curiosity had gotten the better off him. If his cock wasn’t already hard from the memory of her pierced nipples pushing against her top then the sight that waited for him in the mirrors reflection had his cock painfully hard, pushing against his zipper.

Maintenance Man pt 3 (mf) (piv) (oral) (anal) (voyeurism)

*Sophia’s POV*
*Feed back welcome*

Sophia’s desire wasn’t slowing down like it usually did. With Darren once she came she couldn’t again for a while, not that he cared as long as she made him cum. And more often than not he got his and she’d be in the bathroom finishing herself off.

When Darren had first banged on her door she was pissed that he’d interrupted them, it’s like he knew someone else wanted her but the craziest idea had sprung to her mind and when she looked up at Ethan he seemed to be thinking the same as her. So with a smirk on her lips and her heart pounding she’d taken Ethan into her mouth and let him skull fuck her, pushing her over the edge again.

He was just as insatiable, he’d skull fucked her to the point of pain and it turned her on even more now her pussy was aching at the thought of his cock inside of her. He had to be at least 8 inches and he was that thick he almost didn’t fit in her mouth, her jaw would ache for days and that had spurred her on. She knew that she’d at least need more batteries for her vibrators this week.

[MF with a second male not sexually involved] The Horny Hobbit (no actual hobbits) [voy, cuck]

“I like the *Horny Hobbit*,” Mark said. “The story’s sick.”

I rolled my expressive blue eyes. Mark always went for the fantasy, harem-style stories. “How do you do bukkake with three women and one guy?”

“It’s fantasy Bethany. He had a magic cock that spurts semen continuously.” Mark simulated stroking his cock, rocking his up and off the basement couch. Then he made a gesture with his hands that looked suspiciously like the spirit fingers used by Sparky in the first *Bring it On* movie.

I laughed. “Are you simulating a climax or coming up with a new cheer camp routine?”

“Asian bitch!” Mark said, putting a Slytherin style emphasis on the “s” in Lebanese. “Watch yourself or I’ll show you exactly what the hobbit did to the elf girl.”

The Garden (M/F, outdoors, teeny bit of voyeurism)

It was hot as balls while I was finishing cutting the grass at our new house. As I pushed the mower around a tree, I caught a glimpse of my wife’s ass as she was on her knees, planting flowers. She knew the names to all of them and I knew none of them. I had been stealing glances at her and each time, I’d see a new angle that was making me forget about the task at hand, and more about what position we could fuck in right now.

I pushed the lawn mower over to the last section of yard that needed to be cut and thought about taking a break and coming on to her. When I looked over at her she was sitting on her heels, taking a long drink of water from a Mason jar she always had with her.

Amy was wearing cut off shorts, made dirty by planting so much already, and a black and white polka dotted swim suit top. A straw sun hat rested over her auburn hair, the ring on her left hand sparkling in the sunlight.

Dan and the NCR [Fallout] [EU] [Sci-fi] [Voyeurism] [Stretching] [Inflation] [Anthro] [Mind Break]

“My boots!” Tom lamented as he stepped ankle deep in a puddle of rad water. He had been staring at his Pip-boy when he lurched forward in the hole in the road. Someone should really fix these, they were a serious hazard! His socks got wet as the water leaked through the cracks in the old leather. He hopped out, shaking his legs like a dog.

“Oh yeah, there was a puddle in your way.” Alli noted, casually stepping over the same hole. She wore her blonde hair in a messy bun today and wore some cracked sunglasses she found off a corpse a couple days ago. As her senior, Tom tried to warn her about diseases and the morality of looting the dead, but she declared ‘they’d look cool’ and took them anyway. The youth these days.

“You should have warned me!”

“You were playing with your watch.”

“It’s a *Pip-boy*, for the thousandth time, and I wasn’t playing with it, I was making sure that we were in the correct place. I apologize profusely for wanting to make sure we were in the general area that our dear Deathclaw friend happens to be roaming around!” Tom snapped, tearing a boot off and dumping out a splash of water.

Husband [M] fulfills wife’s [F] masturbation fantasy

*A little* [r/relationship](https://www.reddit.com/r/relationship/) *type venting first.* *My [50M] low libido wife [43F] has expressed for years how she’d love to watch me masturbate.* *I finally agreed to do it for her as part of a Want, Will, Won’t list we did a couple of months ago.* *Problem is that she never brought it up again. After a couple of weeks,* *I tried to prompt her by asking what scenario she preferred.* *Did she want to hide?* *Did she want to sit right in front of me?* *She’d answer with apparent enthusiasm but then forget about it again.* *Finally, in a last-ditch effort to kick start some kind of fantasy play.* *I wrote this story.* *It’s what she supposedly wants, written in a light bondage setting from her perspective.* *I finished it 2 weeks ago and she can’t be fucking bothered to even read it.* *She hasn’t even realized that I deleted the Dropbox link I sent her.* *Anyway, it’s probably crap, but I wanted* ***someone*** *to at least read my effort.I’m open to some honest feedback.* *Should be obvious at this point, but it’s mostly about a guy jerking off.* *Pre-emptive answers/humblebrag: Yes, that’s me in the pic that’s linked.* *The text messages are actually exact copies.*

Spying On My Sister

The noise woke me up. I looked at my phone and it said the time was just after 2am. Laughter. The laugher was coming from the basement. My sister’s bedroom was down there and I knew she had her boyfriend, James, over.

My room was upstairs, two floors away, so it was weird that I heard anything. Jenna was 21, two years older than me, and she was home from college on summer break, and it seemed like James never left her side that summer. He was the same age as her, but that seemed to be about the only thing they had in common.

James is a cute guy. Slim build, toned. The slightest of facial hair stubble. At that point, he had been with Jenna for about five years. I think she lost her virginity to him. She always thought he was the nicest guy and the most chivalrous of men. And he was. He treated her great. They had fun. He made her laugh, obviously, because they just wouldn’t shut up that night.

Cancun Surprise [MMF]

First, let me say that my wife Stacy and I have experience playing with others inside of our marriage, so this story isn’t one that comes complete out of nowhere – though it was certainly a surprise in both it happening and the manner in which it progressed. I will say, I do enjoy watching her with another man, however my kink lies firmly in the voyeurism side of things and I do not participate or have an interest in a true dom-sub relationship. With that, I certainly don’t judge those who embrace that side of hotwife/cuckolding – it just isn’t for me.

We recently took a week’s vacation to Cancun and stayed at a Secrets resort, which is adults-only but certainly not a “lifestyle” destination. Stacy is 30 and I am 33. On our first day there, while having drinks at the swim-up bar a gentleman beside us started making small talk. His name is John, 46, a retired marine, African American with a clean-shaven head and a short salt and pepper beard. He was probably 6’4 and broad shouldered, there with a large group of family and friends for his sister’s wedding. We chatted with him for a little over an hour and at the time I did not think much of it.