Forbidden lust-in-law pt 2 (Mf)

James watched as his shaft slid in to Kim’s bald pussy. She felt tight around his cock and penetrating her almost made him cum. Kim lie naked on her back underneath him with her hands pulling her fit legs apart for him. Her torso glistened in sweat like when he used to stare at her as she changed her jersey after a soccer game. Her small nipples on her perky tits were erect, her entire body heaved as she worked tirelessly to keep quiet to avoid waking her sister, James’ wife Sara up. Or her parents for that matter.

On his knees between her legs, James felt the sack of his testicles rub against Kim’s labia. He was fully in. He had wanted to fuck her bareback but common sense ruled and he wrapped his cock in a ribbed Trojan. He did not want to explain to Sara why Kim’s bastard son looked just like James. He was living dangerously at the moment but not that dangerously.

Caged in Matrimony Part 1 – [Bi] [MMMFFF] [cuck] [chastity] [Fdom] [voy]

[Becoming acquainted with chastity and learning to enjoy keeping my partner in his cage. Tell me what you think and what you did while reading. If there’s enough response, I’ll continue…]

The doors open to the chamber, the organ begins to play, and Emily steps inside, a shiver of nervous excitement running through her body. The small gathering of strangers, here to bear witness, turn to watch her as she enters the room and walks down the aisle. They are dressed formally for the occasion, and as is the custom, Emily is wearing far less; a thin white corset attached to thigh-high lace stockings and a pair of thong panties. In her hands, she holds a bouquet.

She reaches the front of the room, where her fiancé, Adam, stands waiting in his tuxedo. He eyes her with longing, his hands trembling. Behind him, his five groomsmen stand with their clothes removed, except for black leather collars around each of their necks. And because they are all married men, each one has his penis locked tight inside a chastity cage.

Rya’s Resistance (Part 1) (F/F)

*I don’t know why, but I’m trying my hand at a little, not-so-distant future, dystopian, sci-fi thing. Let’s see how this goes.*

**December 18, 2018**

Helen’s pulse raced with nervous excitement, pursuing Gwen up the apartment steps. She zoned in on the side-to-side sway of Gwen’s full, high-waisted denim hips, running her hand along the multi-colored, Christmas lights decorating the metal banister.

Gwen fumbled edgily with her keys. “This is me,” she giggled. As if the apartment could be anybody else’s, the only one on the small complex’s second story.

Once the door was freed from its lock, she hurriedly escorted Helen indoors, standing lookout, scanning the small-town terrain, on that dark night, for any gossiping snoops.

“I’m sorry, this place is such a fucking disaster,” Gwen apologized, aimlessly bouncing around her cramped, studio apartment, picking up bits of trash scattered around the living room. But Helen didn’t mind in the slightest, predatorily stalking around her with solely lecherous intent, resisting the urge to pounce.

Gwen unloaded an armful of gas-station, fountain drink cups into the kitchen trash, unaware of Helen’s presence directly behind her. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked, but her invitation wouldn’t be answered, turning around to be shockingly met by Helen’s syrupy lips.

[MF] Kind of long: I [19M] didn’t know she [18F] was a virgin…

For the sake of simplicity, let’s call her Jen and just call me Rick. Of course, not the real names, but you know how it be!

So gotta go back some years to freshman year of college. Almost 4 years ago, crazy to think back. I knew this girl from high school. We had been friends about 2 years at the time. Met her at the end of my junior year and we became good friends sharing 2 classes in a row senior year. We never really had anything for each other. We were strictly friends. I used to tease her a lot, and she would tease me too, but never sexual. She was a good upper-middle class white girl who lived an incredibly sheltered life. Anything about sex or fetishes or any of those things you talked about in high school made her turn red or sometimes even leave the room. She has a twin sister who is her total opposite. Where Jen is your stereotypical good girl who is incredibly book smart, her twin sister is all about sex, drinking, and partying. It was really common for us to be together and her sister to force herself on me. Jen always got really embarrassed (which I now know was actually jealousy) and I didn’t care for her sister much. Jen was so well put-together, her sister couldn’t compare. The sister was more hot, sure, but Jen was more attractive in a “perfect wife” kind of way. I just didn’t realize at the time that Jen had the body of the perfect wife too…

[MF] First time with my wife

I’ve been posting stories about great hooks-up from my single days, and feel a little guilty about not thinking about my wife more often.

We had been dating a few weeks, and I was over her house for dinner. After the last time we hung out, I had the sense that this would be the night we got down to business.

Dinner was great (she’s Italian), and we had a few bottles of wine. This was still the early part of dating where you feel like you can stay up all night with the person.

We started some making out on the couch, and I was nervous at first to see where it would go. I had my hand up her shirt, doing my best not to be too eager with feeling her breasts. She’s short, 5’2″, but with a rack and an ass on her, plus she played soccer through college and still had thick, muscular thighs.

She broke off from the make-out, grabbed her wine, and said “Let’s go in the bedroom.”

[MF] Going for the girl that pierced my junk

In college, I went through a streak of getting piercings. First it was a the tongue, then more people got that. Then i got my nipples pierced, but more people started doing that. Finally, I went to get a Prince Albert.

A Prince Albert is a ring that goes into the urethra, and then exits from a hole on the underside of the penis, where the head meats the shaft.

I got my piercing on the Thursday before Memorial Day, and then went away for the weekend. It was tender, but not too bad. The problem is that I’m a grower, not a show-er. When I would get hard, the ring was too small, and would start cutting into the head of my penis. The weekend was a bit uncomfortable, but I bee-lined to back to the piercer on Tuesday after I got home.

The piercer in the shop when I returned was different that my original. She was a young hot blonde, that had a Suicide Girls thing going for her. She was very skinny, with tiny tits. No bra and a tight t-shirt showed hard nipples with piercings. A full-sleeve of tattoos covered one arm, and I saw more ink peeking out of her waist band on her hip bones.

[FM] Why Didn’t I try his cock sooner

I’m not sure what compelled me to actually have lunch with John, or in hindsight why I never spared much time for him in the past. Actually I know the justification of why I did, but it seems foolish based on what I’m about to describe. In any case, a little background. We met when we were both doing our postdocs in Boston, we were both in the same building but worked for different labs. Instead of meeting in the traditional way, I had a plushie hanging off my backpack that had fallen off, and he had picked it up and called out to stop me. I turned around and he assumed that I was more alert and coordinated that I actually was. In a surprisingly smooth motion, he knelt down, picked up and tossed the plushie back to me only to hit me in the face with it and managed to stumble forward and catch it again before it hit the floor.

Forbidden lust-in-law (Mf)

James’ felt the nylon of Kim’s Nike shorts tug against his knuckles as he slid his hands the last millimeter up the back of her thighs and onto both of the soft cheeks of her ass.

Kim tensed up and turned to face him as James reassured her, “Relax, it’s okay”. Her dark brown eyes wavered between him and the door for a second, then she lowered them and put her head back down against the blanket. She inhaled deeply then released the last bit of hesitation from her body.

James continued up her shorts until his hands were no longer visible in the dark room. He pushed up towards her back with his palms and pulled the lower part of her cheeks apart with his thumbs, allowing him to feel the warmness radiate from between her legs.

The tips of his fingers brushed against the waistband of her panties, as he rubbed. Her skin was cooler than he’d imagine, but each second his hands grabbed her ass she warmed up. With his right hand he grabbed a bunch of the cloth of her panties and tugged. With his left palm he traced down her crack until he hit the crotch of her shorts.

[MF] Being watched by my wife’s friend

Before having kids, my wife and I were the couple that always threw the best parties. We lived together in my house, and we had a circle of friends that were late-20s, early-30s.

One year, I made a 50 ft slip & slide in our front yard, and it turned into a big drinking game. I had used dish soap as a lube for the slip & slide, and everyone get greased up.

As the party moved into the evening, people were starting to shower-up. To save time, my wife & I hopped in the shower together in our master bath.

We started fooling around a bit in the shower, and decided to get on the bed. My wife was on her knees, sucking my dick, when her friend walked in. She froze, and I smiled.

To my surprise, she closed the door behind her and said “Sorry, I thought you were done with the shower. I didn’t realize you were having more fun.”

I knew that a 3some wasn’t going to happen, because my wife simply wouldn’t. But, she looked up, still my her hand on my cock, and said “Do you mind if Chrissy watches?”

How do you cheer up a dreary Vacation? Deepthroat. [MF]

My wife and I were on Vacation, and it wasn’t going as well as we hoped. We were in Orlando, FL, to hit up the theme parks for a week and we got a discounted room at a timeshare resort because we were interested in purchasing. We were a bit naive though, because once they saw our interest it felt like South Park in Aspen. That basically killed a day of theme parking for us.

When we finally got to the parks the next day, there was steady rain, which put a damper on things. That evening, the promo for the local news was: “More rain in the forecast – will it end before the weekend? Find out at 11.” The next day when we woke up it was raining hard and it was supposed to be that way the whole day, so we decided to just stay in. After lunch, the wife was sitting on the bed, going over the plan we had for the week and trying to see what we could still fit in.