collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
This is a long 3 part story. If you want to find some more info and a bit later the links to the other few parts, visit my hub: https://www.reddit.com/user/FL_Erotica/posts/ or the disclaimer at the bottom of this post. Part 1 and 2 is linked down here.
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**Fucking hubby’s friend for money**
I’m Lana. I’m twenty-three years old, and I’m married to Josh, who’s a bit older than me at thirty-two.
I met Josh when I was in uni when I started my part-time job at a clothing store. He was my supervisor at the time. We fell in love and got married, eventually.
It wasn’t easy, though.
Josh was what people considered a free spirit. He was a musician and was just passionate about life. It was easy to get sweep away with his enthusiasm and zest.
Suffice to say, my parents didn’t approve, but at the time, I was head over heels for him. I wanted to be with him forever, as far as I was concerned.
But then times got tough.
Two people working retail didn’t make a lot of money. Ever since the pandemic, our financial problems got worse. I had to drop out of uni- couldn’t afford the fees and I figured at the time that we were fine as long as we had each other.
I lost my job at the clothing store I worked at. Josh’s store had mass layoffs, but he managed to keep his job with reduced pay and longer hours.
I drew the curtains and got into bed with my book, a compilation of essays and articles about Indian history. My wife was finishing up her night time routine, applying lotion on her elbows and moisturizing the areas between her toes and fingers. She raised her cotton nightgown to apply lotion on her fleshy thighs. She climbed in to bed with her tablet, to read her ebook – an account of a war written by an award winning journalist.
I had been married for 10 years. For a year before that, I had been seeing my wife. I thought she still looked the same, although she would disagree, and point out every place her body had changed – the rolls of fat, the folds on her thighs, her hair had thinned, her breasts had become larger – her body had become more sensuous over the years, the kind that ignited fantasies. I knew, it still ignited my fantasies. Two of those had led to kids, who were out for the weekend.
Emily stepped into the waiting room of the obstetrician, I couldn’t help but smile. Her walk had been transferred to some what of a waddle and her discomfort was clearly evident. But despite this discomfort her stepping into the room lit it up. Emily had a glow to her even before she was pregnant but pregnancy gave her skin a shimmer and amplified every thing that was beautiful about her. Her shirt stretched over her belly and caressed the curves that she wore with real beauty. Her breasts were full and the little bit of cleavage she was showing was subtle but all so sexy. The blue veins were at the ready on the surface of her silky skin to carry milk to our soon to arrive little girl.
She sat herself next to me and returned the playful smile and rested her hand on my thigh. It was warm and slightly damp after her trip to the bathroom. Our little girl seemed to not care about her short mother’s diminutive stature. It seemed that she was going to pop out and be ready for the first grade. The size difference between Emily and myself was always something that brought a smile to us and our friends. It was definitely a situation of opposites attract and we both enjoyed the disparity.
Hi! It’s been a while. Idk if you’re interested in hearing about all the roommate stories. I’m free use for him so he fucks be a lot and the stories would be a little repetitive.
But yesterday something different happened while I was out.
I went clubbing and with some friends and when I was drunk we went to a bar where they make good drinks. Some of my girlfriends went home at this point due to being too drunk. I was horny and wanted something exciting so I went.
When we got there, a bunch of men filled an entire table drinking and yelling and singing. I sat at a chair in the bar and I guess my skirt didn’t quite cover my ass cause soon after I could hear the guys talking until one of them came up to chat with me. After some forty and back he told me about my skirt. I asked if they wanted me to cover up to which the groom to be yelled
“Noo show a bit more love”
*First of all, full disclosure – it wasn’t exactly a* ***full nude*** *photo. I took a picture in the bathroom of my breasts, still in a bra. But it was naughty enough to warrant some reaction. DM me if you want to see the exact photo I sent him.*
When I got to Uncle Jack’s house later on today (after *that* incident on the bus) he was home. I had a worrying thought that maybe I got the dates or times wrong? He’s usually at work by the time I come in.
He greets me with a big smile and says “Hey darlin’. Mason’s up in his room. Have you had anything to eat?”
I’m so happy to see him, I feel a little flip in my tummy seeing him smile up at me. I almost want to run up to him and hug him, to feel him against me.. But I’m not a kid any more and we don’t hug as often as we used to. I reply “yeah, I’ve eaten thanks.. aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“Well, it’s good to see you, too!” – fuck, I didn’t mean it like that.
Curious if anyone has recommendations for stories/series/authors/sites that feature a hotwife relationship from the perspective of the wife/bull?
That’s a pov/scenario I find very arousing, but all the material I find with those tags focuses on the cuck’s pov. I know there’s people who are into that for some reason but for me it makes me feel like I’m a bartender listening to a patrons sob story about his wife cheating and that’s really not what I’m looking for.
I’ve pretty much decided to write my own series focused on a bull and his hotwives, to make up for the lack of that sort of content but in the meantime I would really appreciate any recommendations any of you have for stories like that. For research purposes of course.
I’m just so upset my boyfriend doesn’t let me fuck other men who truly need and love me and how seductive i could be when they pay me to perform, ugh.
Not like he got lots of money but i just like performing for rich men and women online and also getting paid but he doesn’t seem to like it but busy fucking other girls and oh for fuck sake.
I just need somewhere to cool off my head and help sucking any dilf who makes me happy and takes me as their little slut.
I feel so sad and want to show off and sext with a really naughty man but hoping not to turn you on at work, i just wanna lick up my cum from my panties and get over my boyfriend because i just broke up with him and now gotto find somewhere else to stay cos i love being by myself although now just with a friend for a while.
I wish to have a sugar daddy who could love and hold me tight fucking me against the wall with his wet hard BWC, i love being gang banged and such a naughty slut but now is time to be left alone and hustle for myself.
So this happened a couple weeks ago. My wife and I went over to my sister in laws house to pre drink before going to a wedding social for some friends. Her boyfriend was out of town, but my wife and I invited some of our friends over.
My sister in law is a petite girl. She can’t hold her alcohol very well, but she acts as if she can. For some reason she thought it would be a good idea to do tequila shots before we left. In hind sight, it wasn’t.. she only made it about an hour after she started shooting tequila before my wife and I had to bring her back home because she was on the floor drunk.
Her house is about 5 blocks from where the wedding social was. My wife started to walk her home but she kept falling over. Being a small girl (95 lbs) it wasn’t hard for me to carry her home in my arms so I picked her up and we went on our way. She kept lifting her head up and trying to kiss me. Not uncommon for her as she has confessed to me before that she thinks I’m attractive and she gets quite flirty when she’s drunk. My wife thought this was funny. I kept dodging her kisses.
I had her. I knew it. She knew it.
I sat quietly and let her stew in the realization that her life was unraveling. I could see the gears turning in her head as she tried to find a way to lie, cheat, and manipulate her way out of it – like she always did. But she was stuck, and she knew it.
I knew she was trouble the first time my friend Dave brought her around. He was already head over heels for her, but I saw right through her. I touched her a few times that first night. Little things, like putting my hand on the small of her back as I walked past. That “excuse me as I scoot behind you” kind of touch, but I put my hand lower, and kept it there longer than any reasonable person would consider appropriate. And she leaned into my hand. Every time. Instead of moving out of the way, or acting uncomfortable, she leaned into the inappropriate touch of a man she’d just met while her boyfriend was just in the other room.
She liked it. She liked the attention, liked being touched.