Tag: Wife

My coworker 27 [f] was a sex maniac and let me [33m] do filthy stuff to her. Pt. 1

So before I was married I had a job working at a research lab. I had been there for a year or so when this girl Lexi started working there. I knew that a new girl was starting and that I’d be working closely with her so I was hoping she’d be cute. When I saw her I almost died cause she was SMOKING hot. Hotter than any girl I’d ever been with.

She went through her training with the guy who’s job she was taking and we talked throughout that time. I found out she lived about five minutes from me even though the lab was about 45 minutes from our neighborhood. A little time passed and I found out more about her and we started flirting. She was 27, brunette, tits on the smaller side but really nice and a pretty thick butt. Bunch of tattoos and her face was out of this world. Just stunningly beautiful.

We were working and flirting one day alone in the lab and out of nowhere she says “I wanna fuck you”. I was dumbfounded cause I knew she had a man and I thought it was just innocent flirting. All I said was “God damn are you serious? You have a boyfriend.” Read more »

Sweaty Cheeks. (Secret [F] Teen (19) findom of older married man, very large ass worship, humiliation and degrading, long)

It’s a Friday night and my wife and girls are away at some London event they’ve been talking about for a few weeks. My wife, Sarah has left me with a note as I was deep in a phone conversation when they left. The note reads ‘Have a nice peaceful weekend to yourself darling! See you on Sunday evening xxx’. 

Reading the note I grin to myself, opening Instagram on my phone to enjoy an evening of morally questionable ‘entertainment’. To put it bluntly, jerking it to internet girls. Scrolling through the reams of images and risque photos on my secret account, I notice a suggested subscription, Helga, a fitness influencer from Sweden. I press it lazily, not expecting much given her relatively normal profile photo. The sight that greets my eyes is a short and cute, positive, gym-bunny type girl with long brown hair to her chest and then I see it, a preposterous ass. This ass, my god.  Read more »

The Look In Her Eyes

You wanted this; Alan reminded himself as he heard the knock on the hotel door. He shifted in his seat as his wife got up off the bed to answer it. He could do little more than wiggle around a bit. He was completely naked, with his ankles bound to the chair he was sitting in and his hands cuffed together. Even his cock was trapped, as it was secured in a tight metal cage that would prevent him from getting erect. He was a helpless observer for what was to come. They had never done anything like this before, but he told himself again that it would be worth it.

He watched as his wife nervously approached the door. He was still fully clothed, wearing her jeans and loose-fitting shirt. She opened the door and he heard a man’s voice from outside. The two of them spoke for a moment, then he entered the room as she closed the door behind him.

The new man was tall and muscular. He had a thin wispy mustache that Alan instantly disliked. However, he had already sent over his STD results, so they were certain he was clean. Between that and his wife’s birth control Alan told himself that he had nothing to worry about. Read more »

[MMM… FFFF…] The Devil’s Work – part two

We arrive at the small farmstead at dawn, just as the family are waking. They are shocked when they learn of our purpose, but we are armed with an official looking warrant. They, too, have heard the rumours but still they give up Tabitha only reluctantly.

She is delivered to us in a plain, rough, woollen smock and barefoot. In common with most slaves, it is clear that her ample breasts are unconstrained beneath her dress.

Tabitha does not fully understand what is happening, but she is clearly frightened, and she tries to run away. I have no difficulty catching and restraining her. I hold her while Dr White brings the shackles and chains from the horse-drawn buggy in which we arrived.

Despite her struggles and protests, it takes no time to secure Tabitha and to load her into the back of the buggy, with me sitting opposite her.

Tabitha quietly sobs as we take her away. As we depart, I see the wife and mother of the household is equally distressed by the turn of events. Clinging to her is a girl, presumably her daughter, in what appears to be a nightdress. Her mother quickly shoos her daughter back into the house when she sees my gaze fall on her. Read more »

[MMM… FFFF…] The Devil’s Work – part one

Up to a little over a year ago, I was simply a church verger and grave digger. But that was before the first reports of witchcraft and Devil worship in the district. It was hard to believe at first. There were reports of secret ceremonies, animal sacrifices, curses and libidinous practices. Most of those supposedly involved were women, women of all ages, but there were also a few men caught up in the allegations.

The first stories were of some young girls dancing, naked, in the woods, around a fire, and chanting spells. According to the stories, they summoned the Devil in the form of a goat. The more lurid accounts, true or not, suggested that the Devil/goat had an erection of inhuman proportions, which the girls worshipped and with which he (or it) proceeded to take each of their virginities. Personally, I thought that it all sounded a bit far-fetched, but then, nobody asked me for my opinion.

The rumours and allegations grew when there was a poor harvest, that year, a small number of women suffered miscarriages and still births, and other misfortunes fell on members of the community, many of whom were amongst the most staunchly religious and devout. There were mutterings of curses and of people being possessed by the Devil. Read more »

After that I got on top of him and grinded until I came a few times [FM]

Well last year, we used to fuck like bunnies. My boyfriend was totally cool with it, and it was really fun for me. I was his little side piece when he visited our city for about 6 months. I didn’t care that he was married and he didn’t care that I had a boyfriend, it was great.

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We did have to stop though. His wife started visiting with him, and it wasn’t working so we took a break. During that time, for medical reasons I had to stop taking all forms of birth control. It was fine with me, I always used rubbers with my boyfriend, it’s just like habit for us. With my boss though…we never used condoms.

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So this is where the problem arises. I get a message from him on Snapchat. He used a throwaway account to talk to me. He said he’s visiting soon and he wants to spend a weekend with me at a really nice hotel. I agreed of course and my boyfriend was cool with it.

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[MF] Bringing me (24f at the time) coffee turns into more

I had been chatting with this married guy I met on Whisper for a few weeks. It was mostly innocent, some flirting, but I had told my self no more married men.

He texted me one morning, I had just woken up. Normal chitchat, what are you up to blah blah. He was pulling into Starbucks drive thru on his way to work. I joking said “mmm I’ll take a caramel macchiato!” He said ok, where do I deliver it to? I wasn’t expecting that, but thought he’s a nice guy, we can have coffee. So I told him.

I quickly got out of my PJ’s and into some normal clothes. He knocked on my apartment door, and I let him in. He was attractive, fairly fit, and looked just like his pictures thank goodness. He handed me the coffee and gave me a hug. Read more »

[MFf] I celebrated being vaccinated by being a couple’s fucktoy/slave for a weekend – part 2 [bdsm, denial, objectification]

*For part 1: https://old.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/lpmtzf/mff_i_celebrated_being_vaccinated_by_being_a/?ref=share&ref_source=link*

After a while of talking and rehydrating, I felt calm. I mean I was still in an unfamiliar place with a couple I barely knew and no way to know exactly how the weekend would unfold, but I felt safer. Each gentle touch in those moments had been a reminder that they took care of their toys. They wouldn’t mistreat me.

The husband led me up to their bedroom. As I walked up the stairs, I was a bit worried about running into their kids, so I double checked with them that they were out of the house for the weekend. Their bedroom was spacious with light coming in from wide set windows. Matching each window, blackout curtains were pulled back. Several throw pillows lay discarded in a corner of the room. The queen size bed looked hastily made. I couldn’t help but imagine what they had done earlier in the day to leave it in this state.

“Kneel.” Master grabbed me by my chin and adjusted my gaze downward as I got in position. My knees hurt a bit from the hardwood floor (lupus is a bitch). Usually I go for a modified kneel, but I had already failed in my earlier task (even if it was totally unfair); I didn’t want to fail again. Read more »

Amy Pt 1.

Amy Chapter 1 – The trip

My problems all started with a issue at work. The company had expanded from Australia into the UK but was struggling with compliance with British law. My boss asked me to drop everything and get the hell over there to fix the problem.

My kids were devastated. Well one was. Naomi was eight. Sadly I would miss her 9th birthday. Hayley was thirteen and was way too cool to care what dad was up to. Naomi had inherited her mothers bronzed complexion. Hayley however was very blonde, slightly spoiled by her dad and was soon going to be the girl all the boys want to know. While I was preparing myself for the arrival of teenage boys sniffing around at our door, I cant say I was looking forward to it.

Hayley took her blonde complexion from me. I’d always appreciated my sandy blonde hair, when I grew it long in my teens and twenties it made the girls swoon. My skin colour was another thing altogether. I burn in seconds in the Australian sun. So does Hayley. But hey it got me laid a lot so I guess It was a cross I could bear. As for Hayley’s hair colour helping her with the boys, well the thought of it made me queasy. Read more »

[M]y hook-up with the nicest [F] I’d had the pleasure to meet

Aside from my wife, who is the nicest person I know, I thought it might be fun to recount the most kind-hearted woman I was ever sexual with.

I was in college at the time. It was my senior year. I met a girl at a fraternity party who (for the sake of anonymity) had a name that started with “M”. She was 2 years younger than me, and I could tell she was pleasantly plump. By no means obese, just a bigger girl yet with curves in the right places. She was with a girl who had a rare skin disorder in which her pigmentation became very splotchy from the merest exposure to the sun. It was impossible for M’s friend to avoid this condition even in the cold weather town our college was located. Merely going to class and back would be enough to trigger this condition.

There was nothing objectionable about M. She had a cute face, normal disposition, and it was clear that she had other friends, but wanted to take a friend out at night who might not always get a chance to enjoy the typical bar-going college lifestyle. Read more »