A few weeks ago I went to see a CPA. Due to some changes I need to get some financial advice. I made the apponitment with a very nice sounding lady on the phone. When I got to the office I was created by a guy, kind of a nerdy looking guy, but was really nice. I noticed a young woman sitting at a desk across the office from him as we sat down.She introduced her self as his wife. She was cute, not a raving beauty but cute. She had this innocent naive look. As he looked over my stuff her and i chatted. She was kind of touchy, tapping my knee and thigh, but I figured that was just the way she was. Her husband was sitting right there. She escaped herself and went the bathroom and when she came back I noticed the middle couple of buttons on her blouse were undone and was gapped open so I could see her little tits. She barely needed a bra. It was fun to sneak a peek.
Tag: Wife
Most amazing night of my life whilst on a business trip [MF]
This (totally true) story is about the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. Apologies if it’s a bit long, but I think it’s important to set the scene. First, a little bit about me. I’m a 36 year old divorced but recently remarried dad, not in terrible shape but not the fittest guy by any means. I think I present reasonably well, and my new wife obviously thinks I’m attractive! Personality wise, I’d describe myself as very shy and rather socially awkward – I typical introvert, in other words. I must admit, in all my 36 years, I’ve never actually been confident enough to manage a “one night stand”. I’m just not the sort of guy who has the skills to end up in bed with a random stranger. I should also point out that I’ve never been unfaithful whilst married. Well, not in the past, anyway…
You Deserve a Punishment [M/F, BDSM]
** *Continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5f1dhu/a_little_public_naughtiness_mf_ds/)* **
Peter got out of his car. He was home late. Again.
But this time he had a good reason.
It’d been several months since he’d last checked his website; fully automated, it rarely needed him at all. But he liked to keep his hand in it, tweaking and maintaining it. And he liked to read Kat.
He used to check near daily, eager to read her thoughts and words. But now he tended to wait, store up her stories, reading masses of them during rare spare moments.
Today, after talking to Hayato and between his other meetings and jobs, he’d logged on, curious what he’d missed in his wife’s life.
He’d scrolled down to the last post he’d read more than three months ago, an interview with Lyndsey Wayne, a student from one of the local colleges who’d been outed. He’d read the next post. And then the next. The one after that and the one after that.
He kept reading until his phone rang—a client whose appointment he’d missed. After contacting Janie, giving her detailed instructions to handle things for the rest of the day, Peter took his laptop and locked himself in his car.
Hooking up with my old Monster Cock fling and his Wife [FFM]
I don’t know if any of you have ever gotten caught red handed writing your Gone Wild Stories, but last week that happened to me. I was back in my hometown for Thanksgiving with my parents. I went out to a bar for black Wednesday with my youngest sister. These kinds of things are always kind of awkward: you see people you knew in high school, some more attractive, some less. In my case, I have to fend off the creepiest of the creepers at the bar, while still looking for some kind of prospect.
In high school, I had a reputation… I fucked a lot of guys (33 by graduation by my count) and it stuck. I’m 27 now, have a good job, and have fucked plenty more men. But the creepiest of townie lowlifes with multiple DUIs still remember high school Ashleigh. Slut shame me if you want, but no one deserves aggressive advances from fat hairy guys who they barely knew from grammar school. Thank God, I saw some people I could talk to.
Princess and her businessman
His phone vibrated just as he pulled into the driveway. He opened it to reveal a text.
“Come find me. ;)”
He locked the device and climbed out of his car. His lips formed a smile as he opened the front door. He scoured the house top to bottom, looking in each of her usual hiding spots. First, he checked the hall closet, hanging up his coat as he did so. Then he looked in each bedroom and the bathrooms, calling her name as he went, although he knew she wouldn’t answer. Finally, he made his way to her office door, and turned the knob.
There she was, the love of his life, his tiny firecracker wife. Their eyes met and his breath caught in his throat. He took in the sight before him. She was perched delicately on the corner of her unusually barren mahogany desk, long auburn hair cascading down her back. Her coal black business skirt rode up on her creamy thighs. The sheer black stockings with red lace hugged her legs, and exposed a bare inch of skin just above her knees. She tapped the heel of her dainty foot repetitively against the desk, and smirked at her man.
“Took ya long enough.”
He laughed softly and loosened his silk tie, shedding the stress of his day as it fell. His other garments were discarded without thought, as he moved closer to her. He stood before her, bare apart from his favorite plaid boxers.
Her chocolate eyes seared his skin as they traveled over him. She quickly, yet thoroughly, took in each of her lover’s assets. He was at least a head taller than her five foot frame, and the bulk of him made her feel safe. His curly brown hair begged to be tousled. She absentmindedly licked her cherry red lips.
His blue eyes pierced her as he watched her study him. She looked up into the gray-blue storm of his eyes and remembered why she’d fallen for him. His brooding intelligence, warm embrace, and gorgeous eyes had captivated her. His ability to make her laugh, however, had won her heart.
He finally reached her, leaning down to cup her tiny chin in his large hand.
“I missed you,” he breathed into her ear.
She leaned in against his solid frame.
He kissed her gently and unhurriedly, parting her legs to fit himself between them. Her skirt was shoved up to her waist as his fingers deftly undid the buttons of her blouse. Her fingers wound their way into his hair, tugging gently on the spirals.
He cupped her ass and dug in his fingers. She moaned into his kiss, leaning back slightly to give him access to her neck. He took the hint, planting small kisses down her throat to the thin skin just below her collarbone, where he roughly bit down.
She sucked in a shallow breath and moaned his name, digging her unpolished nails into his exposed back. He removed her bra slowly, savoring the way his fingertips tingled as they slid over her smooth skin. He bent to kiss each nipple softly, and suckle just enough to force a small whimper from her lips.
He picked up her hand and kissed each finger once, then pulled her to her feet.
She could feel her muscles tense as his hands explored her, and the heat pooling between her legs. He pulled back from her embrace, crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue at her. Leave it to him to turn a passionate moment into a silly one.
She giggled, weaving her fingers into his. He pulled her to the window sill.
“Say it.” He growled into her ear.
“Say what?” She playfully avoided his question, batting her eyelashes.
He jerked her remaining clothing from her body and pushed her small frame against the frigid bay window. Her nipples hardened into tight little beads, and her breath escaped in a rush.
His hand wound into her copper hair and he pulled her head back sharply.
“Don’t make me tell you again.”
“I want them to see me. I want the neighbors to watch you fuck me.” She whispered, face glowing crimson.
He slid a finger into her wetness, and she pressed her ass against him. He brought the finger coated in her honey up to her lips.
“Suck,” he commanded.
She licked tentatively, then did as she was told, tasting herself for the first time in weeks. He spun her around to face him, and pulled her back to the desk, laying her down and pulling her close to the edge. He parted her knees and sat in the desk chair, positioning himself between her legs.
He dipped a finger slowly in and out of her entrance, and kissed the inside of her thigh lightly. He licked and sucked the soft flesh until she was panting, then bit down slowly but firmly. He kissed the fresh bruise and moved on to her center, blowing lightly on the moist folds. He knew exactly where to stroke with his tongue to keep her on edge until he was ready for her release. When he finally allowed it, her orgasm crashed through her body, and she screamed and clutched his hair.
He chuckled softly to himself, and glanced down at his erection, pulling it out of his boxers.
He pulled her off the desk and onto his lap, impaling her with excruciating slowness. He lifted her suddenly off of him, and to her feet, and her lower lip stuck out in a pout he knew all too well.
“Back to the window, Princess.”
She scurried over and put her hands on the glass to brace herself, spreading her legs for him. He reached around to her waist and adjusted her posture, pulling her backwards slightly and forcing her upper body forward. He slid back into her gently, grunting his pleasure. He thrust in with the speed of a man who has all the time in the world to make love to is wife.
She squirmed against him, trying to force him to move faster, but he pulled her hair roughly in warning and she stilled. He captured one breast in his hand, massaging gently as he sped up slightly. She moaned her pleasure, as he knew she would. She sped up, growing rougher with each thrust into her warmth.
He looked out the window at the neighbor’s house and noticed their teenage son watching from his window. He smiled to himself, and bellowed as his seed spilled into her.
Her climax washed over her, her walls tightening rhythmically, and she collapsed against him, spent.
He turned her to face him and kissed her softly on the nose.
He took her to their bed, removed the stockings and dressed her in her favorite of his t-shirts. He tucked her in, cuddling her already sleepy form. She curled around him, and quickly drifted off, her slim fingers tangled in his hair.
The night she waited on her knees in our bedroom, waiting for me. [MF]
My wife is 5’7, has brown hair and grey eyes, and a fairly toned body. She has just enough curves, and is absolutely beautiful. Her breasts are solid C cups, and her ass is her best feature. Just in jeans, her ass looks stunning, and naked it is hard to describe how awesome it looks. She knows what she is, and isn’t afraid to show it off for me, pushing all my buttons.
We have been together 6 years, and have always been interested in light D/s play. She can play sub and dom, but I am a dom. I love the control, and she loves when I take control. We decided to have a special night for the both of us, and abstained from having sex for a week (this is a very long time for us.) to make the experience even more satisfying.
Sister-in-law like to watch [MFF] (first time poster, long, looking but not much touching)
It is unfair. It really is. My wife’s younger sister is hot and horny. As would be normal, she looks enough like my wife to turn me on in an instant. And her husband doesn’t fuck her. Ok, just to let you know, this is 100% raw and uncut but there is no touching between her and I. Just some showing off. I’ll get to that part later.
My wife’s family is the polar opposite of mine. They are drinkers, partiers, very comfortable with sex. I fucking love going up to see them for holidays. Just for some background, my wife fucked her cousin, her half brother fucked his step Aunt, My wife fucked her mother’s step sister’s husband, and I think her step aunt as well. She’s very open sexually. My wife’s mother has a sister and they used to share men; both of them have a kid with one man (my wife and her cousin/half brother) We have been to my wife’s sister Janie’s house three times for Thanksgiving. The first time was about 5 years ago. So I know all this family history and I just get so horny around Janie. She is taller than my wife Jessica, has b cups, VERY firm, very small nipples. This is in contrast to my wife’s large d-cups with these gorgeous, large dark nipples. She is a bit on the chubby side but she wears it well. Janie isn’t chubby at all but she does have wide, feminine hips and a round jiggly ass. For a 42 year old she is overall tight and sexy. The first night during our first trip we sent the kids to bed and were just hanging out of the couches in the living room. I’m a bit naughty so I decided to see if I could get a reaction from Janie and her husband Brent. My wife was wearing very thin pajamas, see through and almost sheer. They were the kind with shorts, not long pants. Her chubby ass kept swallowing her shorts right up her ass. Everytime she would stand up we all got a free look at her bare ass cheeks. Her sister didn’t give a shit one way or the other but Brent was getting a little bothered. Very nice. So a bit later I decided I’d sit my wife on my lap and just start rubbing and teasing. Her nipples get really long and dark when played with. I started by pinching them lightly over her shirt, in plain view of Brent and Janie while we were supposed to be watching TV. Then I started slipping my hand up Jessica’s shirt and playing with her tits, just for a couple seconds at a time. Brent was getting quite a show. Her sister was visibly uncomfortable at this and getting excited, breathing quickly, nervous laughter, staring. This was beautiful for me. I was also rubbing my wife’s ass but this wasn’t in view of anyone, however it was getting her so horny. She loves being the center of attention sexually and I know there was a certain amount of jealousy between the sisters. So everyone ended up going to bed, Brent and Janie to their bedroom and Jessica and I sleeping in the living room. We ended up fucking, I think we finished in 69. It was a thrill to me that Janie walked out of her room just in time to see us finishing up. She couldn’t see much in the dark (I asker her later) but apparently it was obvious that my wife was on top in the 69 and she finished me by jacking me off with her hand. The girls looked embarrassed but I was feeling like a stud. A couple nights later the adults were again sitting around with the kids in bed. This time there was some serious drinking going on. Well, the music was sexual, the talk turned to our younger days when we were fucking everything in sight and Janie mentions how much she used to love doggystyle, but poor Brent can’t really function sexually anymore because of his bipolar meds. Ok, that’s really awkward for me. Poor fucking Brent. I love this guy. He’s a badass and fun and great to drink with. So to make matters worse Janie then proceeds to tell us that even when Brent could keep it up he was too small to do much anyway!! What the fuck, Janie?? So on the one hand I’m feeling bad for the guy but I’m also totally trying to figure out a way to fuck her hard. The next day I decided to take a chance. I was lounging around in my boxers while Janie was talking to me and some other family members in the living room. I just casually popped my dick and balls out, made a quick adjustment and then back in the boxers. I was out of sight of everyone but Janie. I thought she was going to have a seizure. She was in shock. I don’t think she had seen another man in decades. Now, my genitals are not any larger than normal, I’m about 6 inches, maybe 7 when I get really really excited. My cock is pretty thick but not gigantic. I can jack off with a paper towel tube and just barely start to rip the tube towards the base of my cock. So I have a man’s cock but not a porn star. Well I thought Janie was going to need to be shaken back to reality. She really like seeing me. I thought, well, of course she would reciprocate. Over the course of the day when I had the chance to speak to her out of ear shot of the others I asked if she liked the show. I then proceeded to let her see it again, just a flash. I tried to rub up on her but she wouldn’t have it. I kept staring at her tits and motioning for her to show me but she refused. I asked her what color her nipples were, light brown. I asked her what color her pussy lips were, pink. Jessica’s are purple I told her. I asked her if she wanted to show me anything in private but she didn’t. Oh so frustrating. When we were alone, usually for just a few seconds as other family would walk around the house , when we were alone I would rub my cock, and she would just stare. Not moving closer, not reaching out for it, moving away a few inches as I moved towards her a few inches. Such torture. On one visit my wife Jessica, Janie and Brent all discussed whether or not I should fuck her. I was so ready. So very hard. But Brent wouldn’t agree to it. The women then decided to try to get things going with some liquor. I was so fucking trashed. I’m not sure what I could have done anyway but when it came to the point when Brent was so drunk he would have not been able to remember anything, Janie shied away. Damn it. Jessica was literally pushing me toward her, trying to get us to dirty dance. Oh well. Janie just wouldn’t do it. But she just wouldn’t stop looking at my cock. So things kind of settled into that pattern. This past Thanksgiving week we went up. Things weren’t quite as fun this time. Brent and Janie aren’t getting along so well. Apparently Janie (who has a very good job and education and supports the household financially) basically had just laid it on the line that she needed to get some sex and in the past year had been having sex with at least two other men. She claims that is no emotional attachment but she needs some sex. Brent is NOT happy. So things were tense. This year I was the only one really drinking and trying to be naughty. My wife is a couple years older than the rest of us and sex has become painful for her so we don’t do it much anymore. She will use her hands or tits anytime I need it, so she is a really sweet woman and we get along very well. But I just need to sink my cock into a warm, slick, wet pussy. We went from having vaginal or anal sex two or three times a week to once a week, to once every couple months until now, I think we only had real, penetration sex three times this year. You can imagine how incredibly horny I am almost all the time. Jessie will take care of me with her hand if I want (she hates giving head and I only ask her to do it a couple times a year. She really hates it). So we are up at Janie’s this past week and I’m just literally hard everytime I get around Janie. She still loves to look at my bulge, the outline of my swollen cock head. It is such a turn on. Tuesday night, I’m just trashed, I’d been drinking for at least 8 hours, I took some pills to keep me awake and I was in a strange land of drunken passing out and a sort of faux sobriety. Everyone else was crashing, Jessie was asleep in the living room, I was sitting on the couch by myself. The kids are all sound asleep in another part of the house so I just ease my hard on up out of my waist band, I was still wearing jeans at the time. My cock was so goddamn hard, it really had a life of its own at that point. Janie was cleaning up in the kitchen and I figured she would just walk by glance at my naked, hard cock and go on to bed where Brent was already sleeping. Oh, but no. It was the sweetest thing to happen yet. She saunters on over and sits down in a recliner about two feet away from me. So here’s the situation. I’m half passed out, slouching down, cock half way out, bright red and so hard the head was shiny. My wife is laying down on the floor sleeping or at least acting like it. There is really no way that Janie could have NOT seen my bright red pole. So she’s just sitting there, looking at her phone, some shit like ifunny. I would rub my dick and look at her, she would stare at her phone. I wold look away and she would stare at me putting on my show. I’m also kind of fading in and out of consciousness. It’s been about 10 minutes at this point and I’m either going to have to put it away or just pull it all the way out. So I pulled the waist of my jeans down to where the shaft of my cock met my balls, slid down in the couch and thrust my hips up, I mean my cock was a red and as big and thick as it has ever been. The tip was seeping fluid, it was throbbing and pulsing. I decided to see what would happen if I turned my head away. Would she reach out? Would she come sit on my cock? So I’m rubbing up and down the bottom of my penis, juice is starting to drip, my pump is getting closer to just losing it and pumping my cum out whether I want it to or not. One of her hands had disappeared under a blanket and was on her crotch. I can still hear her soft moans. It was the best time I was going to get to try something. I just looked at her, cock out, pulsing, her with her hand rubbing her pussy (out of my sight under the blanket) and told her I was going to the other room to get another beer. I mean this was it. If she was going to do something this was it. I get another beer and waited out there in the dark. But alas, she went to bed. I finished myself off once in the bathroom and then once on my wife after I fingered her to an orgasm. Oh well. Janie only likes to look at me. Maybe someday she will grab a hold and we can take our pleasure together. Maybe with Jessie watching!
Watching You Work [M/F, Voyeurism]
** *Continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5f1dhu/a_little_public_naughtiness_mf_ds/)* **
Peter was true to his word. Any time Kat initiated sex—lovemaking—he was more than willing. He’d even taken to waking her in the morning before he got up to go to work with gentle, arousing touches and long, lingering good morning kisses.
They’d had more sex in the past two weeks than they’d had in the past two months.
And it was great.
It was.
But something still felt off. Something was still missing.
And it was driving Kat crazy.
She wanted to make love to Peter. She loved making love with him. So what was wrong with her?
She stared off into the afternoon light through her study’s bay window, her laptop resting on her legs. She looked down at the words she’d just typed.
> *Kendra moaned as Jae raked his nails down her back, his touch scouring down her skin as she came*.
She sighed. Rough sex. Sexy raunch. Kinky love. This was what she how made her living now. And it did very well for her. Her books were top sellers now. National chain stores had her stories ready in stock. And Max was organizing her sixth book tour with ten stops crossing the country from coast to coast.
Wedding Belle [Fm, wedding, wife’s mother, son-in-law]
[Roleplay scenario][FM][cheating][bondage][rape] The Love Potion (x-post from /r/gonewildroleplay)
*Original link: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildroleplay/comments/5fb1pa/roleplay_scenario_the_love_potion/*
*This is a scenario I’m going to enact tomorrow night. It’s a rare occurrence where my sub will take a more dominant role. I think we’ll have a good time with it.*
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**The Love Potion**
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*Characters*
Fröken Johansson (Ms Johansson)
A fawning but volotile young woman in her early 20s. Her previous entanglement with Mgr Larsson has left her in an obsessed state. She is convinced that Mgr Larsson and herself belong together. She is sweet and caring, but can switch to a irrational and even violent side if her world view is threatened. Classic yandere.
Magister Larsson (Master Larsson)
A late 30s teacher at the college where Ms Johansson attends. During a time of marital turbulence, he has had the bad judgment to engage sexually with Ms Johansson who welcomed his advances. He has since tried to repair his marriage. His wife has no knowledge of his indiscretions and he prefers to keep it this way. He has tried to distance himself from Ms Johansson but finds it hard. Both because her insistance of appearing seemingly out of nowhere and in part because of his lingering attraction to her. Mgr Larsson has been known to have a darker side when provoked. Once at a certain point, he can become aggressive and careless. Something that excites Ms Johansson more than it frightens her.