Tag: Wife

Something Borrowed (F/M/M, F)

Something borrowed

A few friends of ours were recently hitched. They had been together for years and we four were all close friends. The wedding was small and we all worked too much and made too little for anyone to have a destination wedding or even a nice honeymoon. The wedded couple had the venue at a nice hotel and most of the friends and family decided to just drive in and back home, considering proximity. But my wife and I had been getting more creative in our sex life. She’s got straps and my ass is welcoming to a nice soft silicon. She prefers a little less control when she’s in the role of bottom. I’ve got silken rope and soft pleather cuffs. We’ve done public play and fuck around on phone calls, usually for work. But a hotel has a bit of distance to it as far as the fun goes. Read more »

The secret of her suffering [F, 23] [Lesbian play]

[note: the event described is loosely based on a formative sexual encounter which occurred during my late teens]

The light blue edges of Sophie’s denim shorts kissed the freckle, caramel-hued, she most detested on her otherwise flawlessly porcelain thigh. She traced the freckle with her pinky, wet with saliva.

Lost in a daydream about her neighbor Helena’s unbelievably perky tits, which she watched lightly bounce underneath the girl’s white t-shirt, Sophie had unknowingly slipped her finger into her own mouth. Under her neighbor’s shirt she could make out the two triangle-shaped outlines of an orange bikini top.

Sophie moaned involuntarily, watching Helena cross her arms over her bulging tits and smooth tummy to pull the t-shirt off. “Mmm,” she shifted in her lounge chair and subtly grazed a hand over her nipples, covered by a bikini top of her own, tiny and blue and barely containing her stunning pair of tits, wet from the pool, sparkling in the sun.

“Stop fidgeting,” Sophie’s step-mom drawled lazily next to her. The mother-daughter pair were often mistaken for twins out in public, despite there being no blood relation between them. Though he’d never admit it, perhaps not even to himself, Sophie’s father had once or twice fantasized about seeing his 19-year-old daughter naked, maybe just stealing a small glimpse as she ran from the outdoor shower back into the house. Read more »

A Maiden’s Sacrifice – Part 4 Echos of Memory (Him) [NSFW][MF][Fantasy]

[[Previously](https://www.reddit.com/r/SevWagoner/comments/vjnjtr/a_maidens_sacrifice_part_3_marked_by_god_her/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)] After you’ve arrived at my keep and I promised to take you home, you approached me naked in the kitchen and I can’t deny your advances as you remind me of a wound still not healed after millennia.

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You’re quivering in ecstasy in my arms, and I recall another Eveleen from another time. I knew her long before I knew you, centuries before your ancestry. Yet visions of her stir in me when I kiss you. You taste like a memory on my tongue and you feel like a dream long forgotten.

I hold you close to my body after our passions are sated, and in the periphery of my mind, your sweet voice still resonates, shouting my name. Just like how she would scream when we made love, letting my name echo through the walls and halls of the palace we built by the sea.

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“Dom,” Eveleen’s voice was light but demanding while I pored over plans for the Tidegale Keep, our Palace.

“Dom!” You, my Eveleen, my first, nudged me playfully, rousing me out of my work, turning me away from my desk to face you. “What do you think?” You curtsied in a sparkling red lace dress that hugged your curves just so, then turned. Your wavy black hair flicked like raven wings as you moved. Read more »

My husband might be Pavlov-ing me [FM]

*I’ve been on a kick writing about my husband recently. I actually often do but I usually just call him my ex. However, it’s his birthday this week so we’ve been fucking like rabbits so I’m feeling inspired.*

*I’m not even sure I believe this theory, but there is a noticeable pattern here whether he’s conscious of it or not.*

My husband is much cleaner than me. I’m not a slob or anything. My apartment was almost always clean when I lived alone, but clutter doesn’t bother me much and he’s more compulsive about it.

*He also cooks… but I get real kinky so the relationship is balanced.*

Anyway, he goes down on me semi-regularly. I enjoy giving head more than receiving so it’s not totally 50/50 but that’s more by my own design. Obviously I’m a fan when he does though.

A few months ago I did the dishes and noticed mold in our sink so I scrubbed it out. I was bored and went ahead and bleached the counters.

My husband flipped shit. He took one look at the kitchen and and was like, “It looks so good!” Read more »

[FF] Preparation for Hubby’s B-day

Hubby’s birthday is coming up this week, meaning NV and I have started our scheming. We still have a couple days, but we’ve booked next weekend at our favourite hotel, we both bought matching lingerie aside from the colours I went with black, she went with white, which also led to us having some flirtatious fun in the changerooms, consisting of mainly eating each other out and sharing some sloppy kisses with our lips soaked in each other’s cum. Perks of working at VS and being super close with the owner. We also got some naughty “candy,” which NV’s never tried, and it’s been a couple years since my last time, and we’re also working on bedazzling our new robes, so they say Daddy’s Lil sluts on the back. Then finally, we were debating bringing some microkinis with us, which would be a big step for NV since she’s never worn one before and, realistically, would only wear it in the hotel room since it’d be one of mine, and they don’t leave much to the imagination. Read more »

I [F] blew a guy as he sexted his wife

So I’m not into cheating, the wife in question was fully aware of what was going on.

I like meeting up with men who travel for business because it’s low commitment, they are often older (I’m 22), and they need to let their frustrations out.

I matched with this 44 year old dude on tinder and we met up a few times. The first few were my general degrading sex and roleplay visits, but our last encounter was a bit more exciting.

He told me his wife wanted to text him while he used my face. He promised me she was cool with our encounters, and that she loved degrading his sluts. So being the cock hungry slut I am I agreed. Our big rule was he could only text her, or record audio clips of himself. No filming me or taking pictures of me.

He had me lean my head off the bed, that way he could thrust into my mouth and have his hands free to text. He’s cock was decent size but not huge so I was able to take it all no problem he fucked my face hard, occasionally warning me he was recording voice messages for his wife, and reading me all the slutty names she called me. Read more »

[MF] they went too far in the club

Before I meet my wife she spent a lot of her twenties out partying at clubs there was an instance she went to a rave with her “white work friends” the night was pretty fun as she said she was bought drinks and danced and had good conversations but one guy that was buying her drinks was getting progressively drunk.

So as they danced a bit he is grinding on her and she can feel he’s rock hard. Her being drunk as well decides to start slow grinding harder on him and pulling his waist into her.

She’s now tweking hard and he is pumping into her. She gets uncomfortable as he sped up and she can hear him gasp I’m gonna cum it’s cumming out. He grabs her tight for a bit where she can’t even dance anymore and then she moves off and she has this huge wedgie, her skirt is stuffed deep into her asscrack.

She pulls it and it’s wet with cum he had basically been rubbing his bare dick against her ass through her clothes. She said she had never felt so turned on by a white man.

Walked in on my freshly fucked sister-in-law. [MF]

A short one:

A couple of years ago, my wife’s sister and her husband came to stay with us. I knew from overheard snippets of conversation that they were trying to have another baby so it wasn’t a surprise to hear the bed creaking in the room next door to us on the first night. Sadly, I didn’t hear any moaning but I assumed they were just trying to be discreet as they wanted to bang while they had the chance.

The next morning I was downstairs looking after my young nephew when my brother-in-law joined me. I asked if his wife would like a cup and he said he’d already volunteered to take it to her while she lay in bed and had a lie in.

At this point, their toddler starts playing up and my brother-in-law whisks him into the downstairs bathroom to sort whatever the problem was. Good Samaritan that I am, I decided to take the tea up to his wife myself while it was still hot. The door was slightly ajar and I honestly didn’t think much of going in without knocking. Read more »

[MFM] Amanda’s Saturday Part 2: The Ride Home

Amanda finished fixing her makeup and placed her hands on the counter, and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was dressed in the same green mini dress she wore last night, the plunging neckline showing off a generous portion of her breasts. She looked good. She felt like shit. She was exhausted.

Amanda fished around in her purse and found a straw and a small glass vial. She held the vial up in front of her face to inspect the contents. There was only a tiny amount of white powder left at the bottom.

“Shit” she sighed. The way she was feeling, she was going to have to score some more to get through the day. She opened the vial and carefully tipped out what was left in a line on the counter. She placed one end of the straw against her nostril and snorted along the line, hoovering it all up.

Amanda collected herself and left the bathroom. Becca was standing there, topless, cup of coffee in her hand and a smile on her face.

“You sure I can’t get you anything? Cup of coffee?” Read more »

[MFF] The Lunch Date

Amanda stepped out of the elevator and walked through the open plan office, greeting a few former colleagues here and there. She walked to the far end and entered the anteroom adjoining her husband’s office. “Afternoon” She was brightly greeted by a new secretary. Amanda regarded her for a moment. Pretty face, framed by dark auburn coloured hair. Green eyes. Natural tan. Top couple of buttons undone to display generous cleavage. She felt like she was looking at a young version of herself.

Amanda smiled widely “Hi, you must be George’s new secretary?”

“Yes, I’m Ginger, nice to meet you” She responded with a smile.

“I’m Amanda, George’s wife. Is he free?”

Amanda couldn’t help but notice Ginger’s face drop and her demeanor darken at the mention of her relationship “Mr. Anderson is actually with a client right now, he shouldn’t be long if you’d like to wait”.

“Thank you” Amanda smiled as she sat down on the couch, facing Ginger, and crossed her legs.

Ginger busied herself with some documents, conspicuously avoiding eye contact with Amanda. Amanda stared at her intently.

“I used to be in your position, you know? I was George’s secretary, that’s how I met him.” Read more »