Tag: Wife

[MFM] I (18M (at the time)) filled my neighbors wife (36F) with cum while he (40M) watched.

When I was younger (I’m 25 as of 2 days ago) there was a man I met through my football coach that would pay me to come over every few weeks to help him out with yard/house work. (Turns out he only lived a few blocks from me) I would leave school on days I didn’t practice and shoot over there because They were pretty well off so the house was a cool place for me to hang out and make some extra money in the summer BUT ALSO because the Mrs. was a probably the hottest milf I’d ever laid eyes on in person and I was an 18y/o hornball with raging hormones and a ‘vivid’ imagination.

More than that though, she was always so kind. While her husband and I worked on whatever project he had for us she would be inside cooking a hot meal for us or watching us from their deck sipping drinks and telling use how nice it was to have two fine men slaving away while she sat pretty….and boy was she pretty. Read more »

She likes watching me get off to her

So another story about my wife and I not having sex, but it actually turns out to be hot af. See my profile (“exploding on my wife’s ass”) for the other.

We were on vacation in mexico and in our resort. The resort surrounded a central pool and all the buildings faced inward with huge floor to ceiling windows. Wife got out of the shower and i was really, really horny. We were on our way to meet up with family.

“you up for a quickie?” I asked hopefully.

“aw babe, not right now. i need to get ready and we need to leave”

Yes, i was disappointed, but I needed to cum…

“can i get off to you?”

My wife’s facial expression changed, she got this small smile and she stood there in her towel, her hair wet and water still dripping off her fit, body.

“sure! what should i do?” she asked me…

We were in the middle of the room, right in front of the huge window. There was a coffee table right by her so I told her to bend over it, putting her hands on the table. She dropped her towel slowly to tease me a little. Her perky ass, firm yet with a great jiggle, dripping water. I was hard as a rock as she bent over the table. Read more »

Relationship Goals [MF] [BJ] [CIM] [Loving]

I took a deep breath when I pulled into the parking lot in front of our house. Leaving work took some effort today with the new client pushing my team to their limits.
When I closed the car and walked up to our house, I saw some light in the living room. My wife was still awake.

I entered the house and there she was, the love of my life. Sitting on the kitchen table with some magazines. She smiled and shook her head. “Another long day?”

“I’m sorry, dear. Couldn’t help it.” I kissed her cheek: “Are the kids in bed?”

She nodded and went to the kitchen to pour me a glass of water. Watching her remembered me how she would do that ever since we were together. It’s always a glass of water first.

“You want some leftovers?” she asked and handed me the glass.
“I’m not hungry, thank you, love.”
I took a sip of water and leaned on the kitchen counter. She smiled and laid her arms around me: “Well then it’s time for dessert” She winked at me and got on her knees. Read more »

Cocktease

You, my wife of ten years, enter the coffee shop and wave as you see me, quickly walking my way. You sit down at the table. I’ve already ordered your favorite, a fancy latte, and it’s on the table right in front of you. Gosh you look gorgeous. You have just taken your lunch break from work, you are in your work clothes. Your hair put up in a professional bun, giving me lots of chances to gaze at your long sexy neck. Your eyes are lit up, obviously work has been going well. A conservative, white work blouse. You know those business types. No messing around with those briefs. Professional, not much flair, nothing but the slightest hint of the luscious DDs hidden beneath. All topped off, or should I say bottomed out, with a nice pair of slacks. No skirts at work. You like to be taken seriously.

I adjust the hem of my own slacks and tighten my tie as you look at me quizzically.

“What is it, babe? What was so important that you had to meet me right now? What couldn’t we talk about at home?” Read more »

The One That Got Away – Monthly Submission Contest [MF]

So I’m writing this a little too late to probably win the contest, but the topic has been something on my mind for a long time, so fuck it YOLO. I’ve been wanting to put this story into words for the longest time.

A bit of background about myself. I’m the quintessential definition of a late bloomer. I went to two huge party schools at Michigan State and the University of Arizona. But being a computer engineer, my salary was something that would attract women, but not in a way that would ever be healthy. I never got laid at either school. I was the guy that girls would literally be disgusted by if I asked them out. Turns out being 5’8”, 125 lbs, west Indian, and not that attractive is a bad combination, who knew. I only had one girlfriend from ages 23-24, who was such a gold digger, that she said my house I bought at 22 would never be good enough for her. When she became emotionally abusive and we split, I went through a five year dry spell that made me feel awful. I knew that I was just not what girls wanted. However, the winter after my 28th birthday, I decided I’d at least try to change the being skinny part, and spent all of my time either eating 5,000 calories a day or in the gym, and had put on 12 lbs. of muscle which grabbed the attention of both my friends and girls alike. Read more »

A Working From Home Assignment (MF) (Long)

Maria, an Italian by birth, who had long flowing dark hair and deep brown eyes to match was the sensation of the office. Everyone knew it, she wore slightly risqué skirts and high heels and exuded both confidence and sexuality as she strode down the office. The eyes of her co-workers would follow her as she walked past, but regrettably they knew her tenure was short in the London office, being on secondment from the partner office back in Milan. She had many men flirt with her but she never came across as particularly interested, perhaps it was just natural for Italian women to have flair but it for it to never translate into dating or romance. She did however have one main male friend, Mike, and they were often jokingly referred to as work husband and wife. Neither minded this, they enjoyed each others company and sometimes shared some work assignments. Mike was a proud and tall man, clever in his mind but respectful of those around him. Read more »

Wife loans her ass crack

The other day my i was in the mood for some sexy time, but the wife was not so much. we got naked and we started to possibly start, but she was clearly tired and not into it. I asked her if she minded if i got off.

“no, go for it. what do you want me to do?” she said with a small smile.

I told her to lay down so her perky ass was facing up… i straddled her from behind, put my dick between her ass cheeks and started to hump her, rubbing the base of my dick against her hole.

laughing a little, she said, “hm, is that what you wanted?” … this was the first time we had ever done this.

She watched me drive my dick between her ass cheeks using the reflection in the TV… i came hard, shooting all over her lower back – dripping onto her firm yet jiggly ass as i pulled out.

“you like that?” she asked with a smile.

She had no idea that i came thinking about another man using her ass in the exact same way while i watch. :P

[FM] What I do to my newly wed husband on Saturdays…

On Saturdays, the husband (henceforth, H.) is free use. This means his high libido wife can help herself to some big, thick cock whenever she feels like!
For example, while H is on a work call, I can crawl under his study desk, unbutton him, and gobble down his dick, and he wouldn’t stop me. If he’s rustling up a meal, i could pull down his pants and jerk him off till he cums on the kitchen floor and leave him to finish cooking.

Today I decided to ride him for a couple of minutes, every few hours, without letting him cum. This started early in the morning when he was on a work break, sitting on his chair and fiddling with his phone. I walked up to him, lifted my skirt and asked him to take out his cock. He did. Then I started rubbing myself gently, and watched him tug at his cock as his eyes followed every stroke of my fingers…following them as they disappeared in my snatch. His cock rose to attention in a few moments (as always) and I sank down on it straddling him. Ten seconds of riding him hard, i got up and left. Read more »

Broken Family Incest – Chapter 01 Watching My Whore Mom

I was packing my bags with no small amount of resentment. Despite numerous talks and pleas and attempts at bargaining, every one of which ending up in a heated argument, I still couldn’t understand why we had to leave our home and move in with him.

Him.

My biological father.

I couldn’t understand why, despite abandoning us when my mother was pregnant with my younger sister, my father was still the first one mom would call whenever something truly bad happened to us. 

I couldn’t understand why we had to now move in with him and my half-brothers and worse… his new wife. And like, what was she, number five or six? The guy was a player, he used and then dumped women whenever he felt like, it was the only explanation. 

I would have rather stayed homeless or worked my ass off at a shady diner, sparing myself the humiliation and embarrassment this move would be bringing us all, but I supposed me and Melanie, my sister, were the reasons behind mom’s sacrifice. So we had to pack and move in with daddy dearest and we had to do it with a smile on our faces.  Read more »

Broken Family Incest – Chapter 01 Watching My Whore Mom

I was packing my bags with no small amount of resentment. Despite numerous talks and pleas and attempts at bargaining, every one of which ending up in a heated argument, I still couldn’t understand why we had to leave our home and move in with him.

Him.

My biological father.

I couldn’t understand why, despite abandoning us when my mother was pregnant with my younger sister, my father was still the first one mom would call whenever something truly bad happened to us. 

I couldn’t understand why we had to now move in with him and my half-brothers and worse… his new wife. And like, what was she, number five or six? The guy was a player, he used and then dumped women whenever he felt like, it was the only explanation. 

I would have rather stayed homeless or worked my ass off at a shady diner, sparing myself the humiliation and embarrassment this move would be bringing us all, but I supposed me and Melanie, my sister, were the reasons behind mom’s sacrifice. So we had to pack and move in with daddy dearest and we had to do it with a smile on our faces.  Read more »