Delight – chapters 1- 4 [Cuckold, humiliation, degradation]

1.

I was married on the fifth of April 1950 and even though it was only two months after my eighteenth birthday, I already felt like my marriage would be the happiest day of the rest of my life.

My wife was the same age as myself. In fact, we got married one day after her own birthday. It was, as far as I could recall, the most beautiful she had ever been. Her blonde hair; her blue eyes; her smile, like ivory; her graceful movements and the white dress, handsewn by her grandmother. She looked absolutely heavenly. My only regret was that I, a poor, Jewish boy could not give her the wedding she so obviously deserved.

Sarah was her name – now carrying the surname of Fritz – and she was everything a man could ask for. She was kind, humble, sweet and supportive. If there was a flaw in her character, it was in her Christian upbringing which only server to amplify her greatest qualities. She had grown up poor and thus did not ask for much other than my loyalty and devotion: two things I was more than willing to give.

My wife and I and the unhappy neighbor [MFM]

There were a couple of requests for my own hall pass story. I’ll probably post that one next, but I wanted this one first.

This takes place a couple years after we had opened things up in our marriage. We had gotten on the main adult dating websites and had attended a couple of hotel parties. We were getting more comfortable with ourselves in this world, but we still had a strict “keep it out of the neighborhood” rule. But then we bent that one a little.

To set the stage, we were involved socially with a group of couples in our neighborhood. Most of us had kids around the same age, which is how we got to know each other. Sometimes the wives would do a girls night out, and on one of them after some drinking, the discussion turned to some of the more adventurous experiences they had had. One of the other women, call her Kelly, admitted to having a threesome with her roommate and her roommate’s boyfriend in college. Of course my wife, feeling no pain, told the group that we had had one also. Thankfully she didn’t talk about everything we done, but it put it out there that we were maybe least a little adventurous. When my wife told me about it, I was initially a little angry because we were trying to keep things quiet, but it seemed to blow over with no consequences.

This is wrong

It has been five years since I am in Pune. I still remember the day I cam here and when my dad came to drop me. Teary eyed, he was having hard time saying good bye to his only son. Frankly I too was feeling bad. After all his Abhi was going to stay alone in an alien city for the first time. Abhi for Abhimanyu that is what all use to call me.Why my parents decided to name me after a person who was killed in battle still baffles me. I tired asking but never found satisfactory answers. I had never been out of my hometown which means I was never out of their eye sight for a long time. The most I can recollect is when I had to go for some school camp which was about three or five days. My mom is a very sentimental person, so when I told her that I had to move to Pune for my job, she did not talk to me for the whole day. My mom cried so much when I was leaving that I almost had a change of heart and decided that I better live with my parents with some meager salary than work for some reputed company. After all what is the use of all the money when you don’t have your loved ones with you to enjoy it.

That one time [M]y brother’s g[f] and I…

I don’t know when the attraction started, but it was clear as day that it was
there. You were forbidden in every way: my marriage forbid it, your relationship
did… and that it was to my younger brother made it a even worse.

But… the attraction was there.

We had flirted before, subtly, just looks and a few hinting words, and late into
the night before after everyone else had gone to bed we got quite a bit more
open about our mutual attration. You were very clear that you wanted me, and
there was no question that I’d jump into bed with you in a heartbeat. Like our
other, milder flirtations, these were just words.

[MF][MF][Fiction][OC] Orpheus and Eurydice, Part 1

The moans came loud and uninhibited from the countryside cottage. Night had swept over the land and the dim light of the candle shone through the open window. Inside lay the captivating Eurydice with her body bucking wildly beneath the blanket and her head thrown back into the pillow. Her moans were filled with passion, long and loud. Her brown eyes had rolled upward and a slight smile played across her face whenever she wasn’t biting her lip or trying to retrieve her breath. Finally her whole body tensed up and she let out the loudest crying moan of the night before turning her blushed red face into the pillow and letting out little whimpering moans.

“Stop. Oh gods, stop. I can’t — I can’t,” she spoke in a breathy, rushed voice as her body still wriggled slightly, almost as if trying to move away from the source of her immense pleasure.

The short brown hair of Orpheus revealed itself first from under the covers as his head traveled away from between the legs of his new wife. He took his time to come up fully, kissing along her body as he went. When his face was fully removed from under the blanket it revealed the face of a young man in her early 20s who was all smiles upon making eye contact with his bride.

Real Indian cuckold story by the bull

Cuckolding/Hotwifing is picking up momentum in India.The possibility that,I would actually meet a great couple via reddit seemed bleak to me,until I received a message few days ago.In the past I have been with couples before (in canada) and recently via locanto.However the amount of fake profiles and dubious money seekers ,had steered me away from the app and I gave reddit a try.A bit about me:I am an educated ,neat and clean 29 year old guy with an above average body and a decent amount of experience. The more subtle points of my personality will come out in the story ahead.

The couple:They are long time lurkers on reddit and have asked to keep their identity secret ,but I have their permission for the story.31(M) and 30 (F) ,married for the last 5 years and college lovebirds.I Will use the name Stuti and Abhinav,since that is the name they used “Initially “(I hope you both are reading).So abhinav is a well informed guy with lots of travel experience as an sales executive for a international firm and has an excellent sense of humour.The ever smiling ,kind but careful sort of Man,who is more of a bestfriend/boyfriend to his wife.
Stuti is a beautiful,charming,caring housewife and part time yoga teacher who is in excellent shape and should be running her own cafe soon(excellent cook).I will not be describing her physically,because I find that a bit disrespectful but let me assure you,SHE IS HOT

Bad Brad and the Overprotective Dad [mf/MF][trashy][father/daughter][Forced incest][non-con][dub-con][violence][rebellious daughter][Dom][Femdom][bondage][Forced bi][cuckolding][1980s][star-crossed lovers][romance]

*Summary: In 1980s New Jersey, rebellious Monalisa loves her badass boyfriend Brad, but when her dad tries to meddle, she punishes Dad in the most perverted way. Mom gets a bit of punishment too but ends up loving it.*

My dad was such a dick when I was growing up. He made my life miserable. I mean, I get it, it was just how he was raised. We were small town Catholics in New Jersey in the 1980s. What do you expect, right? I was the baby of the family, with five older brothers who had all moved out of home by the time I turned 18, but I had had the terrible luck of being born the only girl.

My curfew was 6 p.m. every night, even on weekends. Dad needed to know where I was at all times. If I went over to a friend’s house, he would call that friend’s parents at least *every two hours* to make sure I was still there. And of course, I was only allowed to be friends with other girls from the Catholic school I attended. My bedroom was subject to regular inspections, and if he found any contraband (unapproved reading material, makeup, rock music cassette tapes, *any* type of magazine), I would be grounded for a week. Once he found a Billy Idol album wedged in between my mattresses, and he rang around all of my friend’s parents to find out who had lent it to me. Of course, I didn’t tell him the truth. I had shoplifted it from Tower Records. Duh.

Have You Ever Slept with Multiple Members of the Same Family?

Well, I have, and it was fucking amazing. First, my best friend’s dad gave me the hardest fucking of my life in his study; an eye rolling orgasm unlike anything I have ever experienced. Then, his wife and daughter came home. I had to hide under the desk, and of course I gave him a blowjob when they left. To top it off, his daughter is my best friend. I went upstairs and, well, with her dad’s cum inside me, we….well [see for yourself!](https://sexualcompass.com/2020/02/11/my-best-friends-dad-part-4-covering-myself/)

Daddy and Daughter: I Fucked them Both in One Day! [MF] [FF]

I had a serious problem. My panties were still under Amanda’s dad’s desk. There was nothing I could do about it now, though. I had to act cool, as if I deliberately left my panties off. But why? Would Amanda catch on. Sigh. I had to answer her. Why wasn’t I wearing any panties under my skirt?

“Um, to answer your question, maybe I was feeling a bit frisky,” I gave her a wink. “Actually, I was just beginning to play with myself when I saw you and your mom drive up from across the street. So there!” I stuck my tongue out and we both started to laugh.

“Well how far did you get?” Amanda asked, curiously.

“Not far. Enough to be excited and wet.” I moved closer to her on the bed, “But I didn’t cum,” I paused, “yet.”

An Audio Per[f]or[m]ance for our Neighbors

I have always been equal parts exhibitionist and voyeur. As much as I am turned on by the possibility of others seeing and hearing me, I am almost just as excited to hear and see others.

My wife does not share as much passion for this kink. Sure, she gets off a bit on the thrill of sex in unconventional places, but the fear of getting caught keeps her from enjoying the opportunity or seeking it out.

However, there is one element out of her control: she is VERY loud in bed. Any stimulation and she responds vocally, from whimpers to sighs to moans to yells. You could say she’s a screamer, especially in the privacy of our room where she can be fully uninhibited.

For two years we lived in an apartment building in a warm climate city. During the milder months we (and everyone else) kept windows open all the time. Our building, which was four stories, was only about 10 feet away from the four story building next door, so there is a frequent cacaphony of sounds during the long summers: phones ringing, muffled conversations, dishes clinking, TVs…