collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Well, this has been a hell of a ride.
Quick recap for anyone who doesn’t remember or hasn’t read the original. Wife makes friend with male co-worker, winds up fooling around with him behind my back, decides to set up a situation that was conveyed to me as a double date/intro to swinging situation that turned out to be a set up to try and cuckold me, doesn’t go as planned. Honestly, read the original if you want a blow for blow. I am typing this up as more of a way to process everything.
I posted this story awhile back but didn’t know how to paste it and keep the paragraphs. Figured that out, it’s much more readable. Hope you enjoy. It’s factual.
So here I am, looking up for a second at my reflection in the mirror, contemplating how in the fuck I have arrived at this point after 53 years of life. Standing beside my bed, looking down at my cock slicing into the perfectly round, smooth ass of this delectable 21 year old blond, while she pulls mightily on my sheets clutched in her fists, groaning and squealing with each thrust. Amazing. My age and fucking this girl young enough to be my granddaughter. And she’s loving it.
Colin couldn’t have been anymore cliché if he was wearing a sign. Everyone in the office know what a dog his was and everyone knew he was a career-maker. Get on his good side, you were gold. I recently moved to his department and had been forewarned that he was a pig. I was what you would consider an innocent girl. I’d had a few boyfriends but most ended up being just friends. Sex was something you did to please your man but I never ventured far from the basics. With all of that said, I honestly didn’t believe the stories. There was no way a company would allow a guy to be as bad as they say he is. What I stupidly didn’t realize at the time was that he and the owner were tight. He could do as he pleased.
I’m a dirty old man who enjoys thinking about some of the adventures of my younger days, hoping that maybe I still have a few new ones coming down the line. This story happened a little more than twenty years ago.
My ex-wife and I had split up probably about a year and a half earlier, but we were still screwing on occasion. And that really is the correct term for it. We didn’t even really like one another at that point. We were just screwing. Meanwhile I’d also started seeing someone new, perhaps eight or nine months before this story.
So on this day I was supposed to go to my girlfriend’s place a little later in the afternoon, when my ex called and asked if she could come over. I figured there was enough time so I said sure. She came over and we got right to business. I won’t pretend to give the details, because frankly I don’t remember all these years later. What I do remember is that my ex had stopped taking the pill when we split up, so I had to use a damn condom. We fucked, we both got off, and she left.
[Start at the beginning of the story here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l1qmd6/hypnotizing_mom/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
I looked down between my legs…
The proof was unmistakable. My throbbing pussy was leaking slowly diminishing drops of my son’s sperm into the toilet. Ten minutes ago it had been gushing it, but even still there more I squeezed I could still feel another drop congealing. It was almost impossible to fully come to grips with that one shocking fact, but then another plop hit the water and it was like another slap to the face. The worst part was that only heart before he’d deposited the incestous load he’d given me one of the best orgasms of my life. I wanted to hate him, but the tingles in my nerves at remembering that pleasure, along with my natural mother’s instinct made it impossible.
You will need to read my other Sister’s Stories to find out how this story connects. To refresh you, I am in a home theater with Eddy the hostess for this event, sitting in reclining theater seats, talking. Eddy suggests another smoke, she suggest another drink so we leave the room and go to the bar. On the way, I run into Abby who asks me, Are you having a good time? I tell her I am that Eddy is entertaining me, Abby says OH, OK. Eddy and I get our drinks and head back to the theater, when we sit down I asked Eddy does anyone here know about this theater, she says no but they know they are on camera in each room because we let them know it is for safety and security purposes. You told me that everyone here was vetted but I told her I wasn’t. Eddy tells me that I was, the second smoke starts to kick in and I am feeling mellow. I asked her how was I vetted, Abby furnished me the basic information and we took it from there. When I sat with at the table. I knew where you from, where you worked, that you were divorced and much more. We know all about Abby’s sister Denise as well. I have to make sure a person attending this event is not an activist, part of law enforcement, part of government on any level or part of the media to ensure we are not publicly humiliated or spread all over some newspaper. That was one of the reasons the sponsor hired me. Eddy was a logistics engineer, graduated from Vanderbilt University, lived in Nashville, was in charge of all the special functions for the sponsor. She had set up a fishing trip for the sponsor and some of his clients on his yacht sailing to the Bahamas and on the return trip to stop by his place in Miami, a total of 10 days which he was on now. All the people here are financially obligated to the sponsor he knows all their little secrets. There are 38 guests here, 60 invitations sent out, 12 here without partners, 6 females and 6 males. Abby, Denise and I are counted as without partners. The remaining 26 all have partners, some are married and some are not.
*Switch to Lindsay*
I followed Mrs. Taylor to her car. The cool breeze flowed up under my skirt and over my moist skin. The sensation gave me chills, but not as bad as the chills of the current situation. I had no idea what to expect or how much trouble I was in. I didn’t understand why she wanted to drive me home. All I could think was, is she going to tell my parents?
Though I felt guilty about what I had done, mostly I was disappointed. Mr. Taylor made me feel so amazing, and now it was all fading away. Just like all of my favorite black t-shirts. Except instead of t-shirts it’s my sex life.
Despite all my emotions, I still found it odd that Mrs. Taylor was holding my underwear in her hands. I was more than capable of carrying them myself.
We entered the car and Mrs. Taylor let out a large sigh before resting her head on the steering wheel.
“Are you okay?” I asked trying to be supportive. Also slightly concerned that this emotionally unstable woman might not be okay to drive in her current state.
This is a story about a gay girl that discovers she isn’t gay… then discovers she is gay… then realizes that she is just bi, but is not really sure. Confused yet? I know I was. That girl was me.
I was eighteen years old, and summer break was just about over. A new school year was beginning ,yet unlike most people, I was excited. Not for the reasons one could imagine, however.
I was a lesbian. At least I thought I was since I had never been attracted to the opposite sex. My room was plastered with pictures of girls, and my internet history flooded with lesbian porn. My parents figured out when I was younger that I was gay, and I believed them. It made sense, so how could I argue it? My parents were incredibly supportive, and I felt truly blessed.
That’s actually a lie. I was attracted to one man. However, to avoid crossing into another category, I’m going to omit that part. I never told my parents about this one man though. So they were convinced I was a lesbian. Anyway…
This is the story about the day after I lost my virginity… you can read that story here if you’d like.
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I have no idea what time I arrived home from my fun with Paul but in my tipsy state I fell to sleep immediately.
I woke late that day, it must have been close to 2pm and lay in bed reliving the experience in my mind.
I was so happy to have finally lost my virginity and was excited to get some more cock in to me.
I found myself wet at the many thoughts running through my head and decided to have a play before I got up.
My fingers reached down to touch my pussy but my lips felt sore to the touch.
The dull pain only added to my thrill as I flicked my fingers across my clit.
I reached down and gently inserted my middle finger into my pussy, the angle meant that my other 3 fingers pressed against my swollen pussy lips on either side.
My thumb pressed against my clit as I began fingering myself. I could barely contain myself as I recalled my first proper sexual experience while fingering.
I felt my hips grinding to meet my fingers with each thrust and slide my ring finger into myself too.
I gasped and stiffled a moan as I felt my orgasm growing, harder, faster, deeper I finger fucked myself until finally I felt the walls of my cunt grip hard against my fingers and my release finally washed over me.
Back in 2014 my girlfriend now wife and I went to a friends wedding at a museum in Saint Paul. The reception was in a big room with a side room for the wedding party to change and leave their belongings. When the reception was in full swing my girlfriend who looks like a shorter January Jones, pulled me aside into the room. We had had sex outdoors before in the woods all alone but never anything like this. Anyone could walk in from the wedding party or family to grab something from their wallet or purse but we didn’t care we just wanted to fuck.
As soon as we got into the room Nat scouted the room to make sure the coast was clear. The first thing I notice was the huge windows on the wall facing the street from the 4th floor no one could see us at night but it still made you feel on display. The kicker was one wall was a temporary accordion style divider! We could here the music and people chatting just a few steps away.