50 Shades of Fuck You [F] [M]

Our first advisory session two long years ago, he came with his long term GF, I’m Married Happily. He was hot but off the radar. Meetings would leave me talking to his GF mostly, with him looking on a good arms length away. A year went by…
Unexpectedly they broke up. They started to come separately. This now meant I was talking to him, alone the still needed life support. His usual position of sitting arms length was now replaced with sitting opposite me.

Holy fucking Shit. My eye has never wondered, my thoughts in a straight line, my knickers never soaked by another man. NEVER.
But HIM, what is it about him?? His humour, smile, common interests and good looks were hard to ignore. BUT I DID.
As he sat opposite me, my mind wondered. Im blushing. I’m stumbling. Fuck me, what is going on here…has he noticed??
We kept the meetings light, purposeful and in keeping with our sarcastic/jokey humour.

Our meetings meant we would have lighthearted chats inbetween. Forever the complimentary guy, confident in his thoughts and what he wanted. I was flattered, thought I may be attractive after all not a simple mum and wife.

Tailgating, football and sex.. Or how against all odds I became a “bull” [Group] [MMMF] (Sorry it is long but TLTR at the bottom)

All this happened back in early November and I am still trying to wrap my head around it. I will change some names here but you will need to take my word for it. TLTR all the way down. Sorry it is a bit long. Yes this is a throwaway account.

OK, picture me. I am 28M, your typical nerd type, skinny, wear glasses, you know the drill. About 6’1”. Nothing extraordinary. A series of events: a weekend out with friends and a happy accident is keeping me busy in the small town I live.

Just as I finished college I took a job as an IT tech in a remote working site up in Northern Ontario. A blue collar town of mostly guys, though to live in and I moved with my gf of 4 years. She was going crazy bored and she decided that it was her cue to leave. I don’t blame her. I was working all the time and she was bored to death and miserable. Needless to say that she left after 14 months there and I was very heartbroken and sorrowful.

Down the street

Other than a few doves cooing, it is a warm and quiet Saturday afternoon. I am in the living room of my newly rented ranch style house, working on my macbook. My wife is in the bedroom, at the other end of the house, doing the same.

I hear then see a bright blue Honda CRV pull into the driveway. A tall woman with long black hair steps out of the driver’s side and walks briskly to the front door. Instantly, my adrenaline starts to pump as I shoot up out of my seat. I am confused about who this could be, and shout across the house, “are you expecting anyone?” My wife, Cathy, must have her Bose headphones in because I don’t hear a reply. You see me through the window, smile and wave excitedly.

I walk to the door and open it slightly. You are standing there with a clipboard and a smile. Wearing a loose knit black sweater, black tights and black leather boots up to your knees with the zippers slightly undone. This somehow accentuates your knees and thighs in a way I have not appreciated.

Date Night (Part 1) [MF]

Callum walked back to her at the bar after looking in the bathroom mirror to make sure he was presentable. He still looked the same as he did before they left the house, but since this was the night, they had all worked up to, he was a little more obsessive about his looks than normal. Not that he needed to be, they had been hanging out for more than six months after initially meeting online and chatting for three months. He was comfortable with her, she was a friend. He walked back to the hotel bar and took a spot next to her.
“So, another drink?” Callum smiled in a way that assured her it was fine to be a little tipsy, he could already feel the effects of the two drinks he had, coupled with the butterflies of the evening that filled his stomach and the warm tingling he had felt all over since they first embraced on the dance floor. He was more than ready to calm his nerves.

My Addiction [Non-Con/Reluctance] [MM]

I never thought it would happen to me. God that sounds so cliche but it’s the truth. I’m a pretty normal dude. 5’11” 175 lbs. I work out and stay in pretty good shape. I might not be confused for a model but I’ve never really had any trouble getting a date. I’ve got a good job, decent car. I’m married and my wife and I have been talking about having kids.

Life is good. Steady. Normal.

Or least it was. Before I met Jacob. Or maybe I should say before Jacob found me.

Jacob works out at my gym. He’s 6’2” maybe 230 lbs. I’ve seen him at the gym for years, we’ve made small talk between sets before. He has the body of a serious lifter without the over-defined muscles of a show piece. He’s given me tips on how to increase my max reps before. But those were all quick, 30 second conversations.

I’m Going to Hell

I knew I was going to Hell the first time she looked in my direction and smiled. I was sitting in the pew beside my wife and she was singing in the choir with a voice that would make angels jealous. My wife and I were friends with her parents and had started attending there at their invitation. Her dad and I got along famously, both outdoorsmen, we soon became hunting and fishing buddies.

She had caught my attention immediately however. She was that black haired beauty with big dark eyes that Bob Seger sang about. She was in her early thirties, married to a clean cut, preppy, accountant. It was obvious to me that she was adventurous and craved the ruggedness of a man like her dad, but had just settled for that safe guy she had met in college. The guy who was always there, always dependable, always predictable, safe.

Wife Swap Ends In Jealousy [MF]

One night my friend, his wife, my wife and I, was drinking the night away when we got on the topic of trading partners. I really don’t remember how it all started but we all agreed to swap for the night.

We sent to girls out to get condoms and when they came back it was on. We split and went to different rooms for more privacy. As the door closed behind us, she nearly jumps onto me. Kissing and biting my lips and neck. Viciously rubbing my hard cock through my shorts. She’s wild and I can tell she really wants this.

I spin her around so she’s facing away from me. And press my hard cock on her ass checks. I begin to fondle her breast as I kiss her neck and leaving bite marks up and down her. I swiftly pull her top over her head and slide her pants to the ground while running my fingers up her thighs into her slit. I feel she’s drenched as she lets out a little whimper of pleasure.

[MF] Playing Hooky with You (erotic story)

I am in my car driving to work, dreading going into the office. I woke up and my wife was nagging at me and my kids were crying raising my blood pressure. So by 7am, I am already tired and stress. I get a text message from you: “I’m horny daddy, can we just spend the day fucking?” I immediately press my brakes and pull over. I reply back “fuck yeah.” My cock begins gardening and I already feel precum beginning to moisten at the tip. I find a five star hotel in the city, I call and make an immediate reservation. They tell me we can’t check in until noon and I tell I want to check in and now and I will pay more. They oblige. You can’t put a dollar sign on shoving daddy’s cock into his slut’s pussy. I send you the following text: “my dearest whore, I want you to meet me here in no less than 30 minutes. I want you to wear an overcoat with only a red thong underneath. Be prepared to get your pussy punished all. fucking. day”

You respond “Yes, master”

BITTER PILL Chapter 6 [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

Bitter Pill Ch 6

In the past year while my plan to own my mother has taken shape I have not been entirely alone. I met a woman last summer who been helping me to prepare for this night. Mom and I would be meeting her later.

Beatings, drugs and sleep deprivation were all tools I planned on using to achieve my goal, but ultimately the victim had to believe that they were helpless. I enjoyed the bondage, but I knew once she fully grasped just how hopeless her situation was I wouldn’t need cuffs to control her.

She was going to learn that subservience to me was her only option if she didn’t want to give up the good life. Maybe less good now that I owned her, but I still felt I could make her accept the new paradigm even if she didn’t love it.

“You know I don’t need to tie you down? You get that, right?” She said nothing but started to stand up from the bed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “Where are you going? You need my permission to leave.”

[mf] wife pegged me.

Not long after my wife officially started dating. (Before that we were just fucking) she was the first one who introduced me to any sort of ass play. She would blow me and give me a rim job. That progressed into a blowjob and putting a finger in my ass. That was a turning point really. It felt amazing and I’d always cum super hard when she’d finger my ass. One time while we were out and she was telling me about some of her sexual past. She told me that one of the guys asked her to peg him. I literally had no idea what “peg” or “pegging” meant. She said that she purchased a strap on a dildo and fucked this dude a couple of times. Not gonna lie I got super hard. I’m not sure if it was hearing about her past that always turns me on or the fact that she was really into a kink and being a naughty girl. Anyway not long after that she pegged me. Since then she’ll peg me every couple of months. Really when the mood strikes.