Jim and Deb had gone through the usually roller coaster of marriage that most 40 something year olds went through. They had been madly in love, cold and distraught, and then comfortably content with each others company. They had acted as lovers, parents, best friends and strangers all within a month or so fairly regularly. Their lives needed direction as their kiddo hit her teenage years and their major role as “parents” faded to a spectator sport as bridget breezed through high school. Jim had an ambitious idea one night when browsing vacation rentals on air bnb. Jim wanted to be a host, but not just a normal host that sets out towels and gave tourists recommendations on where to eat. He wanted to be a sexual concierge that could give couples or singles an experience they would never forget. He wanted to feed off their primal sexual energy. Its what they both wanted, and what they both needed.
Tag: Wife
Air BnB Superhosts [voy, teen, taboo]
Jim and Deb had gone through the usual roller coaster of marriage that most 40 something year olds went through. They had been madly in love, cold and distraught, and then comfortably content with each others company. They had acted as lovers, parents, best friends and strangers all within a month or so fairly regularly. Their lives needed direction as their kiddo hit her teenage years and their major role as “parents” faded to a spectator sport as Bridget breezed through high school. Jim had an ambitious idea one night when browsing vacation rentals on air bnb. Jim wanted to be a host, but not just a normal host that sets out towels and gave tourists recommendations on where to eat. He wanted to be a sexual concierge that could give couples or singles an experience they would never forget. He wanted to feed off their primal sexual energy. Its what they both wanted, and what they both needed.
Not a Sound (MF) (Cheating, Risky, Ageplay)
I hear the rustling of footsteps on the long grass outside my tent and lift my head up from my inflatable pillow and peak my ears towards the noise.
It’s the third day of a college trip to the woods outside the city, where me and a few other teachers are guiding some of the better students through some wilderness task as part of some award thing I’m not remotely interested in. It’s too close to the city to be a true challenge, but it’s a nice change of pace from the usual grind of life. And as much as I love my wife and children, getting to sleep alone and even getting to sleep in for once is appreciated.
The noise outside of the tent stops and then I hear a timid voice speak up.
“Knock-knock?”
Emma. Of all the people that were taking part in the field trip, she was perhaps the most timid. She was bookish, with long dark hair and black-rimmed glasses. She was cute in her own way, and he’d not been the only one to notice her impressive rack. It was very well hidden though – she never wore anything provocative.
Fucking my husband’s Boss [MFM]
Hi Y’all,
The unit my husband is in recently had a change of command. My husband knows the new commander well as he was deployed with him in Afghanistan a few years back. I recently learned that while my husband was deployed he would share stories of me being a slut and my nude pictures with his commander who also happened to pilot the C-17 that my husband was loadmaster on. Apparently they became good friend over the sharing of my slutty ways.
Last night after the kids were in bed, my husband and I were relaxing on our couch to watch a movie. I wore an old, short, thin nightgown with a low neckline that revealed the top third of my breasts. I wore only bikini panties under it. There was a knock at the door, and Erick went to answer it. It turns out Erick had invited his commander, Fred, over for a visit and a drink! Three strong drinks already that night had relaxed me a lot so that I made only a token complaint that Erick should have told me to expect company.
The making of a Hotwife [mfm] [fm]
This was it. The moment was here. As I looked down at my wife she took me into her mouth as she’d done hundreds of times but there was something different this time. There were a mix of emotions in her eyes, all changing by the minute. But what I saw when we made eye contact was fear. Was this alright? Should we stop? But I looked down at her and without speaking gave her a look that calmed her and said without speaking “It’s ok, this is what we’ve talked about for months and fantasized about for years. It’s ok”.
She seemed to understand and relaxed a bit. I gave Ryan a slight nod. The look changed to excited and as he pushed into her it slowly transitioned to pleasure… yes, this is what she wanted.
But let me back up….
One of the things I had always found most interesting about my wife – puzzling really – was that she’d only had one boyfriend and a handful of dates prior to me. And she was 100% a virgin. She wasn’t religious, her parents were especially conservative and she was certainly an attractive young lady. And when asked about it her answers were a mix of no one ever asked and confidence issues that kept her from dressing sexier.
[MF] How an in appropriate OTPHJ turned into an aggressive outdoor fuck
This story takes place in July of 2016. It’s important to the end of the story.
I’m not sure when my wife and I fell in love. There are a foggy few months between our first hookup and when we started living together. Everything just went so fast. I’m guessing we still just in lust at this point.
Before I met Eve I was kind of out of control. I made plenty of mistakes. One which lead to being on probation. Part of my plea deal was that I needed to attend regular meetings of Alcoholics Anonymous. It was fine. AA meetings can be fun. Only problem was sometimes I was just too busy to always get there.
Eve knew all about this. She didn’t care. She had her own troubles with the law. We were very honest with each other when we first met. So, the idea that I couldn’t hang out certain nights because I had to go to a meeting wasn’t a surprise. She understood that I wasn’t blowing her off or out with someone else.
Not a Sound, Part 2 (Cheating, Oral, Risky, Ageplay)
I was sure that someone must have heard what had happened. Paranoia crept into my every thought, along with the guilt of what I’d done with Emma the night before.
The night when I’d fucked a nineteen your old student of mine in my tent.
Over breakfast I had gingerly asked my colleagues whether they had heard any strange noises last night, but none of them claimed to have heard a thing. I’d shared a brief look with the teen that I’d shared myself with and she offered no visible cue of what she was thinking.
Finding time to speak with Emma alone was impossible, even though I really needed to. I came inside of her. Not just a little, but fully emptied my sack into her tight pussy. I wanted to ask if she was on birth control, I wanted to hear what she was thinking. Did she feel the same guilt I did? She did have a boyfriend at home after all. And she had instigated it all – it wasn’t like I would have instigated anything. It took her hand around my manhood to coax any real reaction from me.
Roll Play Fun With [M]y Wi[F]e: The Office Assistant [Long, but fun and hot]
The following is a role play scenario my wife and I acted out that immediately became one of my most enjoyable sex sessions ever. My “desk” was really a tray table and my living room couch, but use your imagination and enjoy…maybe even use parts of it in your next role play.
I was working feverishly in my office on a presentation with a rapidly approaching deadline when I heard a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” I answered.
The door slowly opened and in came the office assistant, looking sexy as ever, but timid about approaching my desk even though I had called her in. She stopped by the door, letting it close behind her.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” she asked sheepishly.
“Yes,” I replied rather forcefully. “I’m under a lot of pressure to have this presentation done as soon as possible and there are some clerical tasks I need done that I’ve had on the back burner for days. If you can do them for me it’ll help me relax and focus.”
“Of course, sir. I’ll do anything you need.”
A Helping Hand – A Young Doctor’s Adventure [MF, voyeurism, masturbation]
**I wrote this in 2013. It was my first and only attempt at fiction. I’d love some feedback through the comments. Thanks.**
Around twelve years ago, when I was a recently
qualified doctor, I worked for some months as a locum
general practitioner while I looked for a permanent
practice close to home. The locum work took me up to a
hundred miles from where I lived with my parents and I
travelled daily in my rusty and unreliable Ford.
Towards the end of that time, I spent six or seven
weeks in a country practice covering for one of two
doctors who had taken an extended honeymoon with his
new wife in Australia.
The other partner at the practice was Dr Willows, a
woman in her late fifties, who planned to retire
whenever Dr Newby returned and seemed to be very busy
organising various things outside work, including a
retirement cruise, house-sitters for when she was away
and a number of builder and plasterers for work she
was having carried out at her holiday home thirty
miles away on the coast.
Defiling Lily [Mf, Mdom, taboo]
I was born into an organized crime family–not the one you’re thinking of, but we handle our business in a similar way. Our territory was well-established among other well-established territories, so there was little bloodshed. There were men who needed to be corrected here and there, but the people in my area had little reason to complain about violence.
However, by the time I reached my position to lead my family the town was weary of some of the appetites of those who came before me. Greed, lust, and gluttony tended to define their reign. I certainly like the material benefits of my position, but unlike my predecessors I had kept my hands off the young women in my territory. I had fooled around my my share of whores and strippers, but those girls had already fallen. I left the ones who were still pure alone–they just didn’t appeal to me.
That was until I met Lily.
She was working in her father’s bakery after returning from college for the summer. Fairly unremarkable when she left, she returned more mature and had a look in her eye that caught my attention when I went in to pick up a cake for my wife’s birthday. We chatted while I waited for her father to box up the cake and I noticed a concerned look on his face.