Almost every day when I get home from school, I go upstairs into my room, put some music on and start doing my homework. Unless I’m hanging out with Jon, or recently, hooking up with one of the neighborhood’s sexy middle-aged women, I just put on one of my favorite albums and get work done. One day a few weeks ago, I was hoping that Janet or Emily or one of the women that I had been fucking over the last few months would send me a text while I was at school that they were around for me to come over when I got out of class. I was just really horny that day, more so than usual. Sitting in Mrs. Robinson’s class, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I had bent her over her desk in that very class room. She didn’t seem to be thinking about the same thing though.
Tag: Wife
Her Dungeon [M]
As I walked into the room, she slowly wrestled herself from the chains of sleep. Dazily she looked about, gasping as she attempted to take in her surroundings. Blindfolded in the darkness on her knees with shackles about her wrists and ankles, she remained in her position like a good girl. The darkness of the room, pierced only by the faint glow of the strands of LED lights about the walls, was complete. I smiled as I saw her kneeling there moving slowly back and forth wiggling, testing the bonds of her constraints, and trying to see that which she could not behold. She knew she was trapped, she was bound and gagged, and she was perfection. “But I have never truly been in a scene in which I felt completely helpless. To me, your limit as a Dom is much nearer to vanilla than that of myself as a sub. I trust you completely and want to experience more, and I do not feel as though you would, or even could, push me past my limits.” Amber confided to the living room. Sitting on the couch, Amber barely made eye contact with me, though we sat directly across from each other. It felt as though she was ashamed to admit such a dark secret especially in front of our contemporaries. A truth which I could not deny, she needed more than I could give. Jen, sitting to Amber’s right, turned to look toward her hidden face. Mike, cool as always, reclined on his sofa, that I shared at present, and crossed his legs. He drew a long breath and looked into the eyes of Jen. I could barely tell at the time, but this was a sign that they had been here before. Not with us, but with themselves. They were journeymen to us as apprentices. They nodded slowly to each other as I opened my mouth. “And I admit as much,” I readily confessed to the room. “After all, it is hard to be a caring husband and at the same time be the Dom that you want, but more importantly that you need.” I slammed the door behind me as I started to cross the room towards her. She jumped at the sound as I moved toward her slowly, methodically. I went to her side and stood there for a second, watching her quake. Exposed in the air of the room, her skin glistened in the low, dim light of her cellar. Her brown hair and ample curves glowed as they trailed from her neck all the way down to her toes, flowing with the beauty of an elegant river. I looked her over again, admiring the form in front of me, all the while accepting the raging animal inside myself. She wanted to be used, and I wanted to use her. I wanted to force her to do things I had never done, and that she had never done. Carnal things, of longing and desire. The sort of animalistic things that no caring husband should ever do to his loving wife. With the voice modulator on, I whispered to her, “Good evening, whore.” She moaned back through the ball gag in acknowledgment. I reached down slowly between her legs and found the rod I had placed earlier. Deliberately, I pulled the shaft off the bed between her spread legs, making sure to ever so gently rub over her sex. She cooed like a dove and the smooth shaft tugged at her. Gently, I slid the rod along her body, probing every nook and cranny, leaving no stone unturned. My member throbbed in time with her moans of pleasure. Placing the rod on the bed beside her, I reached forward and undid the ball gag. She gasped as she was able to close her mouth for the first time in several minutes. “Rule 1,” the low raspy voice produced by the modulator sent a shiver down her spine. She could not tell it was me, for the first time in all of our time together, I could truly see how she really acted. “You obey, or you are punished. Major infractions are breaking of these rules, as set forth, in a repeated fashion and will be punished with a hard smack. The hardness is as such,” I grabbed the rod and smacked down against the bed beside her. She almost jumped as the rod made contact with the soft surface of the bed. “All other infractions, including direct orders from me, will be punished at one-quarter strength. However, should you decide to consistently refuse to follow orders, you will be punished in an increasingly hard manner. Do you agree to and understand this rule?” “Yes.” I listened as she spoke to see if I could detect a sense of hesitation in her voice. There was none. “How very interesting,” I thought to myself, “when as your husband I would punish you at far less that even a quarter strength, you cringe and want nothing to do with the punishments. But here, you welcome them, almost defiantly.” “But wait, maybe she knows it is me and that I would never hit her that hard….maybe she knows this is a game. If she does think this is me and just a game, she is in for a rude awakening.” “Rule 2,” I began again in a low voice, “The first and last word out of your mouth will be Sir. Do you understand and agree?” “Sir, yes Sir.” “Rule 3,” I continued with greater volume, “You will not speak unless I speak directly to you and ask for a response. Do you understand and agree?” “Sir, yes Sir.” “Rule 4, you will refrain from orgasm unless directly requested by me. Do you understand and agree?” “Sir, yes Sir.” She was starting to quiver on the bed. I could sense the fluids beginning to build up inside and out. “Rule 5, you will determine your word for stopping the scene completely. What is your word?” “Sir, red Sir.” “Well, let us hope that you will not need to use it this evening. Rule 6, you will determine your back off word. When the scene is becoming too much and you need a minute to collect yourself. What is your word?” “Yellow” “Excuse me?” She clenched up for a second and looked toward my voice in the room. “Sir, yellow Sir.” “Much better. Let that be your warning. You will not get another.”
Catching Her [MF] [Msolo] [Voy] [Mast] [Cheat]
Rainy days. I love them. The dark, overcast sky. The low rumble of thunder in the distance. The overwhelming urge to be lazy. They make the perfect excuse to duck out of work, get home well before the kids do, undress, and relax naked for while.
Being so early in the day, I expected the door to be locked. Being so early, I expected to find the living room still a mess. Being so early, I expected my wife to still be asleep on the couch.
When I slipped in the front door I found the living room to be quite tidy. I found the couch empty. I even smelled a bit of Clorox and saw that the dishes and counters were clean. I was pleasantly surprised.
Mindful of the cleaning my wife had done, I slipped my work boots off and placed them out of the way of the door. I passed through the dining room, where my desk is, and dropped off my phone and cigs. I padded lightly across the kitchen towards the bedroom. Since I didn't see her, I figured she was in the bathroom. Knowing how easy it is to scare her, I figured it'd be fun to sneak up on her.
FORLEALELA Chapters 3.5-4 [mF] [Fsub] [blkmail] [huml] [inc] [reluc] [exh]
Chapter 3.5: Outside
Even with such a lovely woman by his side, Rick was still self-conscious about himself on all aspects primarily because of his father. He looked at himself in the mirror wondering if he was ever going to be good enough. His mom an obvious babe and his father not a bad looking mad either, he wondered where the bad genes came from. He looked at himself in the mirror noticing the terrible acne plagued across his face. The triple chin of fat that made people wonder if he even had a neck. He had skin tags all over his body. Constantly greasy thin hair; he had started balding when he was just a boy. He was at least tall, but being obese didn’t really make that an attractive feature. It just scared away people even more. He had bleeding red stretch marks on his man boobs, arms, love handles, legs, calves, almost anywhere you could imagine. Rick was the definition of hideous.
At least the training was going well with his mother. He decided to treat her and take her out on a date. She had been practicing the makeup ever since she had gotten it done the first time. By now, it was identical to how the girl from the mall did it.
FORLEALELA Chapters 1-3 [mF] [Fsub] [blkmail] [huml] [inc] [reluc] [exh]
Chapter 1
Rick, a high school dropout-shut in living with his parents. His father, James, disowned him as a son, and only provides shelter out of pity. He ignores his existence and does not talk to the boy. His mother, Vanessa, checked out mentally years ago, and is more of a robot going through her daily routines. She does not despise her son but babies him instead. She is the only reason Rick was allowed to stay in the house. The relationship between husband and wife is more of a social obligation than any actual intimacy between the two persons. James regularly cheats on his wife with his secretary. Vanessa knows about his affair, but does not see a reason to bring it up. She’s indifferent about her situation. As mentioned before, she’s long since been gone.
Corruption of a female monk part 1 of 2 – “The impossible fuck” (MF)
Buddha had taught that there were seven types of wives and four were destined for heaven. Of these 'good wives' the 'slave wives' stood out to me. The slave-wife is patient, unangered, and submits to her husband even when he is mad. She obediently receives physical punishment whenever her husband so desires to deliver it, and is unquestionably submissive to him.
Having read this I found myself often fantasising about a Buddhist slave wife following my commands, tending to my needs and earning her path to the afterlife through subjection to my every sexual whim and desire. It was a turn on to think that she would have swallowed my cum and offered up all of her holes as a kind of religious observance. Her holy communion.
Buddhism is a little more enlightened towards women than most ancient religions and becoming a monk is a fairly egalitarian thing. There are male and female monks and each are subject to strict moral, ethical and spiritual observances. There are a lot more rules for female monks, though, so the fantasy that I kept coming back to – sexually corrupting a female monk – was about the least likely fantasy out there; to take a woman who has had her sexuality almost trained out of her and, firstly, get close enough to build some kind of chemistry and then, secondly, transform that potential energy into a sexual encounter with a virgin who had devoted her life to ignoring the pleasure of the flesh. It was as close to impossible as I could get.
(M/F) The corruption of a Bhikkhuni (a female monk)
Note: My first post and a long read. Hope you enjoy.
I'd spent several months touring Southeast Asia and had become fascinated by female monks. Buddha had taught that there were seven types of wives and four were destined for heaven. Of these 'good wives' the 'slave wives' stood out to me. Here's the wiki definition: The slave-wife (or “maid-wife”) is patient, unangered, and submits to her husband even when he is mad. She obediently receives physical punishment whenever her husband so desires to deliver it, and is unquestionably submissive to him.
Having read this I found myself often fantasising about a Buddhist slave wife following my commands, tending to my needs and earning her path to the afterlife through subjection to my every sexual whim and desire. It was a turn on to think that she would have swallowed my cum and offered up all of her holes as a kind of religious observance. Her holy communion.
M/F Wife’s play time.
I could hear voices as I walked in, "God I love your cock, I want it in my mouth." It's my wife's voice, but not my cock she's talking about. I make my way quietly to the bedroom door, it's cracked enough to see her on her knees, stroking, then taking his cock into her mouth, teasing his balls as she takes him deep into her throat. I can't believe what I'm seeing, or how turned on I am by it. The pink thong I'd bought the only thing she was wearing, perfect nipples hard as rocks. The look in her eyes was one I'd seen before, pure lust, the look that said "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't believe it." I could hear him moan as she sucked and stroked his cock. I could also feel the discomfort from the bulge that had developed in my pants. I can't believe how turned on I'm getting watching my wife with a strangers cock in her mouth, her right hand having found it's way into her panties. Wanting a better view I inch the door open a little farther, hoping they don't notice, for some reason I don't want them to stop. "God I'm going to come" he says, trying to pull out, but she wants it, grabbing his asks and deep treating him as he unloads in her mouth, sucking until she empties every last drop, so much it spills from her mouth, dripping off her chin onto her chest. "I hope you liked that" she says smiling, "I know I sure did." Pushing him onto the bed she crawls on top, kissing her way up his stomach and chest until their lips meet, a long sensual kiss. Having slid her panties off I watched as she lowered herself onto his still throbbing cock. Her pussy so wet and ready from her fingers he had no problem easing right in, I could hear her moan as she took it all. She sat for a minute, slowly grinding until she was comfortable and then started riding him, moaning louder with every thrust she made. Leaning back to give him a better view, she rode faster and harder, both of them moaning and grunting with pure lust. "I'm going to come" she screams, "Oh God yes, fuck me." I couldn't believe my eyes, or ears for that matter, I'd never seen her get off that hard before. I also couldn't believe I was jerking off watching my usually conservative wife getting the fucking of her life from a complete stranger. But she wasn't done yet, rolling over, her beautiful little ass in the air, "Fuck me from behind" she tells him "Fuck me hard." She screams as he rams his cock into her, but she's loving it, "God yes, like that, fuck me hard, yes, oh my fucking God." He continued until he couldn't take it, "I'm going to come" he growls, "Now," "Please come in me" she says, "Fill my pussy full." That's more than he could take, thrusting into her one last time, he moaned as he filled her full, she screamed as she came with him. I could see his thick load dripping out of her gorgeous, now gaping pussy as they collapsed onto the bed. Not wanting her to know I'd seen it all, I quietly snuck out and waited for him to leave. After ten minutes I went back in, "Hello" I yelled, "I'm home." "I'm in the shower" she yelled back, "You're home early." She came to me, still wet from the shower, wrapping her arms around me, greeting me with a long passionate kiss. "I'm glad you're home" she says, "I missed you." Dropping to her knees and sliding my pants off, "Let me show you how much."
Off Topic: Writing Prompts?
My "other" account spends a lot of time at /r/WritingPrompts and I was going to start a subreddit aimed at NSFW writing prompts, I saw /r/DirtyWritingPrompts but that's more of the format "I came home, my wife was naked on the bed, we did XYZ, it was great now write me a story so I can fap". I want something more open ended, eg "I came home, my kinky wife had a surprise waiting, it blew my mind". The subreddit is also fairly dead but this seems much more active and higher quality.
So…. I was wondering what the feeling would be about introducing writing prompts to this fine subreddit? Having the [WP] tag and getting some (relatively) high brow entertainment going?
Okay. I lied. I stayed up all night and wrote another one.
During our vacation in India me my wife and her older sister roomed in a tiny hotel. I had the top bunk while the two girl had the lower bunk so that they could easily talk to each other from across the tiny room. Being at the bottom also gave them freedom to change while I was asleep. Making sure that I was sound asleep before undressing for bed.
On one particular night after strolling through an eerie tourist spot I decided to rush back to the room before them and hide behind the older sister's bunk since there was a space between it and the wall. I waited there to scare them.
Her name was Diana and she and my wife were amazingly beautiful. They both had amazing asses, very supple and plump. Diana admittedly had a much sweeter and softer kissable pair of lips. She would press them together when she thought and it looked rather adorable. She would be rather flirty at times and my wife would get a little jealous.