With Alex’s parents now in contact with me and Alex and Kylie being willing to meet up with them we had to work out the details. Eventually they agreed to come over for lunch after they left church on a Sunday. I got a text message from them the morning they were supposed to come over, they told me the church had a group prayer for them and prayed for a positive reunion with their daughters today. I rolled my eyes and didn’t respond. At around 1pm there was a knock on the door, I went and answered it. As they said they were there for lunch so I invited them in and we walked to kitchen where Alex and Kylie had been drinking a bit, they were nervous about this lunch with their parents for the first time in a while. Their parents rounded the corner into the kitchen and immediately stopped in their tracks, “what are you girls wearing?!” Their mom blurted out. “House attire” Alex responded with confidence. “House attire is naked??” “Yes”.
Tag: Wife
Humiliated and degraded by my wife and two strangers [Cuckold]
My wife went out on a tinder date last night and came home with not just the guy, but his friend as well. I wasn’t expecting her to come back to ours so I was sitting in the living room in her panties and masturbating. As they walked in the room and saw me, the men both laughed and she said “see, this is the sissy bitch I was telling you about” and slapped me. Now this was different because we had never really gone down the humiliation road before, nothing to this length anyway.
“Fuck that is a tiny cock you weren’t kidding” one said as the other laughed again. “That’s why I need this” she said as she pulled his pants down, and hungrily started sucking. The other pulled his cock out too and moved next to her, she worked both of them expertly as I sat, stunned, cock in hand, ready to explode. They shoved her on the couch and one pulled my hair and moved me to my knees, pulled up her dress and told me to get her ready. No panties, of course, and she was already dripping wet but I ate her anyway, she always tastes delicious. And it already tasted of cum, I wondered how many loads she had taken so far.
Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Part III (Hucow, Lactation, Oral, Anal, mild mDom, Spanking, MFFFF, Incest[M/D,S/S])
Originally I had expected this story to run three or four parts, but as I have gotten deeper into the story and gotten to know the cows and their bull, more ideas have popped into my head. So I expect there are going to be several more parts before I wrap this up.
This story picks up immediately after where the previous part left off.
[All characters are 18+, all cows are human cows.]
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Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Part III
The afterglow from our romp slowly faded. We separated, cleaned up, and sat down for dinner. Once everyone was munching on their cow salad, I brought the conversation around to weightier matters.
“I hate to break the mood, but we need to talk about how we proceed from here. We now have four productive cows, which should provide us enough money to get started on the cow farm, but we have planning to do. First off, living arrangements. My herd should all be in one place. We have the apartments above the barn, and the apartment in the wing of the farmhouse. This makes for a combined total of eight bedrooms for cows – six in the barn and two in the house. Since Nina and I sleep together, the three of you – Lucy, Helga, Angela – can live in one of the apartments above the barn. That leaves us room for five more cows until we build more housing. Is everyone onboard with living on the farm?”
Wife Gets a Personal Trainer – Part IV (A Temptation – Her POV)
I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and alive. The only thing I was disappointed about was that it was still going to be another 36 hours until I saw Chris, my dreamy new personal trainer whose attention awoke a lust in me that I hadn’t felt since I was dating my husband. My husband was the benefactor last night. I elected not to confess the fact that I had been attracted to Chris nor the more important fact that I felt his erection rub against me as we finished off the workout stretching.
On one hand, I thought my husband might be excited by my exchange with Chris. He liked watching Hotwife porn and regularly surfed r/hotwife on Reddit. He and I role-played me being a hotwife sometimes, and I’ve jacked him off to completion many a time telling him of my imaginary hotwife escapades. He knew that I thought it was hot, too, but in spite of him pushing sometimes for us to try something real, I had always had a clear boundary. This was meant for fantasy only.
I went to a swinger sex club with my guy best friend. [f]23
I’ve always been on the more conservative life when it comes to my IRL persona. I guess if you were to categorise it, you’d call me an introvert. I never imaged that I’d end up having sex with 2 different couples on the same night.
So my guy best friend (we’ll call him Jay) has always been a kinky guy, he had some… exotic tastes to say the least. One evening, I’m at his house eating pizza and playing Mortal Kombat when he decides to tell me about one of his friends (who is in a committed relationship). He tells me how they’ve become swingers and now regularly attended this swingers club. He sighs as he tells me that he could never go to this place as he’s single and doesn’t know any girl well enough to invite her as his “partner”. I honestly don’t know what came over me that night, maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t been fucked in over 3 months or maybe it was kinky online persona protruding into my real life but I just said fuck it, and suggested that him and I could go as a couple.
[F] I let our neighbor fuck me in the basement while his wife was outside with my husband
We went to happy hour then dinner on Friday with our neighbors (JR & Ashley) & came back to our house for more drinks. Whenever we’re with them we’re always drinking too much. Sometimes we get a little flirty & handsy but nothing more than a hand on the leg, shoulder or arm.
The weather was finally nice out. We made a fire & enjoyed the warmer temps. We smoked some weed, which we didn’t need, & were pretty messed up. We had music playing & started dancing around the fire. During one song JR grabbed me by the waist & pressed his manhood into me from behind.
After feeling him grind on my ass for a song I excused myself & went in the basement.
[F] I GAVE A STRANGER A SHOW AT THE MALL
I wanted to share this again because it’s one of my favorite memories:
I consider myself a professional and “normal” woman.
However at the mall today something just came over me. The JC Penny has an unmonitored changing area which is where I ended up. A wife dragged her husband ahead of me with an enormous pile of clothes. I had just a few pieces. His face was one of utter defeat – he had at least 30 minutes of sitting ahead of him.
His wife took the big handicap changing room so I went into the one next to it. This happened to be across from where he sat down.
Tried the first outfit on, a skirt and my top. Then I went out of my stall to the 180 mirrors and took a look. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed him discreetly staring.
He was a relatively average looking guy, overweight and balding but not ugly by any means. I watched his eyes drift up my legs and that’s when I got turned on.
Forever Hung (Part 24) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [MMF] [consensual non consent] [oral]
Clara braced her palms against Harry’s abs, and I took a languid pace compared with Harry’s muscled pounding. I also considered my advantage. My cock, longer than his. I pushed into her slowly, letting her appreciate my length. She kissed Harry, but began to bend more the deeper I went. She kissed his nipple, held her lips against his stomach, but she stopped shy of a blowjob, too distracted as I gave her my final inch.
I saw Harry’s disappointment, his jealousy, and wondered if I was winning.
Harry looked at me as his wife began to grind against my hips, her nails digging against his chest. He took her hands, placed them carefully along the hearth, and stepped aside. He touched himself as he watched, walking back and forth around the two of us. Clara kept her eyes on him, turning her head to watch his sweating, hulking body.
He moved closer to us with each pass. He touched his shoulder to my shoulder; he ran one hand along Clara’s back; his cock brushed across my ass.
At last he crouched beneath Clara, his back to the fire. He kissed between her bobbing breasts, squeezed them against his face. He licked a line of sweat from her stomach. He grabbed one of her ass cheeks and I grabbed the other, claiming it for myself. Then—I could feel the reaction of her body, the tonal shift of her moans—he began to lick Clara’s clit.
She reached down with one hand, holding him there as I began to thrust harder. I felt the occasional flick of his tongue along my cock.
“Harry don’t you dare make me cum,” she said, and I spanked her because she’d said his name instead of mine. She smiled back over her shoulder and told me to fuck her. “Don’t stop fucking me, Charlie,” she said.
I struggled to control myself. I held Clara’s hair. She arched her neck. I spanked her. I groped her breasts. I pounded against her, her bottom rippling. In short, I lost my slow-and-steady advantage, until she suddenly pulled herself from my cock, stepped back from Harry, and threw herself against the hearth. She brushed her hair back, sweat sliding down her heaving chest as we stood before her, touching ourselves.
She looked at each of us as she caught her breath, as if trying to make up her mind. “I need a moment,” she said, blowing air through her lips. “I’m not ready to cum yet.”
She let her arms drape across the mantel. She glanced over Harry and I, likely expecting us to resume playing amongst ourselves, to offer a little show. And I nearly did. I nearly took Harry’s hand to grope between my legs, considered upping the ante with a kiss.
But he and I seemed to share a realization at the same moment. That as Clara stood there, wet and waiting, trying to bring her desires back from the brink, we each had an opportunity, a chance to push her over the edge and into orgasm with only a bare touch. She held her thighs tightly together as she stood, as if she could lose control if even the faintest warm gust from the fireplace found its way between her legs. Harry and I both seemed to realize at once, for we began to advance at the same time.
Harry grabbed Clara first, taking her right arm and pulling her against him. She gasped. Not to be outdone again, I seized her left arm and pulled her against me. She gasped again. Harry pulled her back to him and immediately slipped his hand between her legs. He fluttered his middle finger against her clit. I snapped her back against me, grabbing her bottom with both hands to hold her tight against the flat of my cock. I had time to see the flash of her scrunched-nose smile again before Harry scooped her up in both arms, laying her down on the rug.
He laid to one side of her. He kissed and fingered her as she moaned and struggled to tear his hand away. I laid to her other side and rotated her body toward Harry, sliding the head of my cock into her cunt from behind. She reached back to stop me as well.
“Wait,” she said between kisses as her body quivered.
I pushed deeper, felt Harry’s fingers pass across my shaft in their frenzy.
“Wait,” Clara managed again, pushing a hand against my hip.
I felt my pelvis against her ass, saw Harry’s tongue glide across hers.
“I’ve decided!” She shouted suddenly. Harry and I both stopped, the three of us panting. “I know who I want to be with.”
Harry and I looked at her expectantly, a little stunned that she could know at such an odd moment.
“But this isn’t how I want to finish,” she added.
She swatted Harry’s hand away, slapped at my waist, then laid back against the rug. She stretched, held her arms up over her head, arched her back, leaving Harry and I to gape at her body, and when I timidly reached for her breast, she swatted away that hand, as well.
“You both have to be good,” she said.
“Anything you want,” Harry said,
“Agreed,” I said lamely.
[F36] [M35] A day on a nude beach with my wife
Last Summer my wife and I went to a Nude Beach Spain. My wife knew that I had always fantasized about her going topless at a beach. I think we got a little more than we bargained for… in a good way. After about an hour or two, my beautiful, shy, conservative wife finally agreed to take off her bikini top. I think she only really agreed because there were about a dozen nude couples all around us.
As she lay there with he tits on display a tall black fellow walked up to us to chat. Though he was wearing swim trunks, the obvious shape and length of his penis was clearly visible. He asked us the time and if we come here often.. small bullshit, I know it was just to get a better look. My heart was racing because I wasnt sure how my wife was feeling or how she would react. All of a sudden, the man sits down on the sand next to my wife as he contuned to talk about the beach and the police and other banter that I cant remember.
Forever Hung (Part 22) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [MF] [teasing]
With my time at the professor’s estate drawing to a close, I wondered if Harry would ever finish his portico. It stood half-finished, untouched since he’d won the affections of his wife. A pile of cut-and-ready boards nearby, already worn from weather.
Until one morning I heard the familiar sound of his hammer. I was watching him through the kitchen window with my coffee when Clara gave me a big hug from behind.
“Everything all right with him?” I asked.
“Sure, as far as I know,” she shrugged.
“You didn’t confront him about Madison?”
She shrugged again and shook her head.
But every time I saw them together there was an unspoken tension. They avoided eye contact and seemed to only speak the occasional, perfunctory “excuse me” or “pass the tartar sauce, please.” Clara spent more time in the library and I even saw Harry take the boat out alone.
With me, meanwhile, she was more affectionate than ever. If we passed each other, she took and squeezed my hand. She pulled me into secret nooks around the house for a quick kiss. “Will you visit after you go?” she’d ask. She came to me at night and wouldn’t return to Harry until the early hours of the morning.
On Thursday I needed to check her vitals before I left for good. She sat in the chair by my desk in a paper-thin white sundress. Harry worked at his station a few desks away.
“One final physical,” she smiled. “Make it a good one.”
I overheard their arguments through the vents. He’d accuse her of hanging wet towels over the doors, she’d call him fat, but they never directly addressed what was bothering them.
And then I opened the door one morning to find an invitation to a farewell shooting party, a double-barrel shotgun leaning against the wall.