This was about 7 years ago when i was 22, i met a woman in an open marriage online she was 44 and her hubby 45, me and her texted and sexted for about 2 months when i told her i was bicurious. She told me her hubby was bi and that they had always wanted to have a 3some, so we agreed on a date and time and we would finally meet up.
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Internet Tragedy (part 1)
PART 1
Imagine being a 32 year old man in Canada who runs a discord server and reddit page for men who jack off in women’s clothes. Your such an ugly, fat, short loser that the only woman willing to show you any love is a 20 year old woman in Australia who pisses herself while her 13 yesr old autistic furry brother and parents arent home for sexual pleasure, imagines she has a penis while pissing in the sink and has a dozen dildos lying around her bedroom she hasnt cleaned in almost 3 months.
You resort to having “cyber sex” with this woman because you’ve aged like a block of blue cheese that’s been sitting out in the sun to the point most people projectile vomit upon your mere presence within a 39 foot radius. You call this woman your girlfriend even though you’ve never met in person.
Then one day your virgin “girlfriend” meets a trans woman on the server you run, they meet up and have sex. She tells you and you are heartbroken! How could my unhygienic, autistic piss baby cheat on me!? ? I am so devastated! I cry to her on discord that night, pleading, sobbing, contemplating suicide because how could she do that? She is my babygirl? How could she piss on someone before me? I don’t want to have to share the warmth of her piss with another breathing soul!
Promotion [MF][Age Gap][Babysitter][Creampie][Oral][Risky][Cheating]
I couldn’t believe it. How could he not even _try_ to take advantage of me? I’d given every signal and hint; laughing at all of his stupid jokes (even the ones that weren’t funny), I’d toyed with my hair, slid my hand down his arm, tons of eye contact. Thought my attire alone would have screamed _”fuck me”_ all on their own, but no. Even when we were alone, Mr. Davis driving me home after babysitting his two kids, nothing. I could tell he wanted to have his way with me. His sparkling blue eyes screamed the passion he dared not speak in front of his wife. So, why does he never speak up while we’re alone?
My eyes searched his face for some clue. Something I missed, maybe I’d been misreading? But even in the darkened setting of a late night drive back to my house, the sexual tension was heavy in the air. Just a few more blocks for him to speak up, reach out, pour his heart out to me. Or, at least pull over, tear my skin tight skirt away and pound me in the back seat. I caught him glancing over at me as we turned onto my street. His eyes flashed to my tube top, the thin fabric doing absolutely nothing to conceal my hard nipples underneath the exposed cleavage. I was tempted to pull the top down, bare my tan, firm c-cups in his car. That would surely be enough to send him over the edge.
Night out after quarantine [FFM] [NSFW] Long
It had been a long time since we’ve been out. With everything going on with the lock down my wife and I were feeling pretty antsy. So we decided over a long weekend we just had to get out. First we made reservations at our favourite restaurant, and got a suite at the new hotel downtown the really tall one with the all glass front that overlooked The Valley.
Having been on lock down for so long it did not take my wife long to get tipsy while we were out at dinner. Let me tell you when that woman starts to drink she gets really horny. And it’s not too long before she starts getting handsy as well.
So here we are sitting next to one another and she is just stroking my Dick under-the-table. I am in turn rubbing her thighs every now and then I kiss her neck.
Sheila her name for this telling was raised really conservative her Baptist parents were high-school sweethearts and wanted the same for her.
They are Irish, so you can imagine their surprise when she brought me home. A mixed Spanish and black catholic 10 years her senior. It took some time but many years of marriage and 2 kids later they are actually really cool.
Art School Professor: Threesome during the Christmas Party (Part II) (FF) (FFM) (Anal)
[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kmtvm5/art_school_professor_fucking_during_the_christmas/)
I quickly sat up scared.
The professor’s wife entered the room. “Relax sweetie” she said placing a soft hand on my shoulder and laying me back down. She approached us and took hold of her husband’s hard cock and began to kiss him.
I sat there bewildered watching the professor make out with his wife while he was still straddling my chest as she slowly jerked him off inches away from my face. “How rude of me, you were in the middle of something.” She said playfully. She held his cock and pointed it back toward my mouth. I tentatively started to lick the tip looking to her face for approval. Her face was utter desire and horniness, her eyes following the movements of my lips and tongue. I slowly got back into the rhythm, grabbing his shaft and balls with my hands and suckling the bulbous head.
I felt a new sensation between my legs. His wife’s tongue began probing my pussy, pushing her tongue deep into my creamy cunt.
I briefly took his cock out of my mouth to moan “Fuck! That feels good!”
Broken Pt. 3
I considered going to the police, but what could I tell them? Even if they initially believed me, Carman had the video with my wife and Raul fucking like animals, proof that she wasn’t an unwilling participant. Once the effects of the tea wore off she probably wouldn’t remember a thing, innocently telling them she was there of her own free will to get an operation. I’d come off looking like a complete fool, if I didn’t get arrested myself! I even thought about getting a gun and acting like Clint Eastwood, but I didn’t own a gun and didn’t know where to get one. Even if I could obtain a firearm I wouldn’t know how to use it with any proficiency.
I was pretty sure Raul and Durian could use a firearm though, and probably had several of them stashed around their house. Raul had suggested they’d both been ex-military at one time, proficient with martial arts, so probably guns too. I felt crushed, helpless. I’m as macho as most men, and just as ineffective when it comes to violence for most of us would-be tough guys. Stuck in my mind was the ease with which Raul had overcome me and humiliated me by making me almost suck his cock. It still made me sick to think about that. So I waited — no appetite, less sleep and worried to death about Susan. I determined that I’d go back after the two weeks, and hopefully find a way to bring her home. I didn’t know what else to do.
Broken Pt. 2
I awoke the following morning, the sun shining brightly through my bedroom window. I was alone in the king-size bed lying on top of the covers, fully clothed. Glancing at the clock I realized I had slept late, almost 9:00 AM. Memories from the previous night instantly washed over me like a giant wave. Had it been real? Of course, it had. I ached all over from the ordeal, and my mouth felt like cotton. I tried to sit up and fell backward on the bed groaning, as pain stabbed through my head like the worse hangover I’d ever had!
Unable to move until it passed, I relived what I could recall from the previous night. I remembered finally being able to stand on wobbly legs, staggering towards the master bedroom door I’d seen Raul disappear through while carrying Susan. It was very sturdily made of heavy wood, solidly built and I couldn’t budge it, especially in my weakened condition. I struck it with my fists and it barely made an audible sound.
Broken Pt. 1
Susan and I married right out of college. I became an investment broker dealing primarily in Futures and Commodities, and the first few years were lean ones as I learned my trade. Our financial situation turned around after five tough years, and we’d been married for about eight years when we were able to buy our dream home in a gated, upper-income-level community. I drove a three-year old luxury SUV and Sue drove a small BMW. We were moving up in the world. Everything seemed to be falling into place and the future seemed rosy.
If I could pinpoint the exact day it all began to unravel, was the day about five years ago when I came home and Susan announced that we were invited to dinner. She said one of our neighbors, Carman, had visited during the day and they’d hit it off. She and her husband Raul owned the largest house in our development, a mansion really, a seriously wealthy couple. I’d driven past it several times on my way to the community golf course, and speculated what it must have cost.
Female Written, Dom/Sub, Outside
It was my first time. I’d heard, and would soon experience for myself, that it’s a new level of exhilaration that I could never reach indoors. Apparently, it comes naturally to some people. I was not one of these people. I knew that going in, but I was and always will be a stubborn girl.
I hadn’t been climbing for long, when Jacque offered to take me outside. Obviously, I took him up on his offer. Bouldering alone can be dangerous, especially for someone as inexperienced as I was. Punctual as always, I arrived ten minutes before we agreed to meet, so I took some time to make sure I had everything I would need. It didn’t take long to go over the few supplies that I brought and soon I was bored.
My phone flashed a notification at me and I opened it. It was from Mark. I’d matched with him on Tinder last night and our conversation had quickly become sexual. I couldn’t help it. It had been a while since my last relationship, but long enough for me to really start missing the sex.
“How’d u sleep?” he wrote.
[FMM] New Years After Party- Helping Out a Friend (Cuckolding) – Part 1
With NYE coming up I got to thinking about my craziest NYE ever.
A few years ago I was in my early 30’s and just coming out of a 7year relationship. We had lived together and were planning on marriage, kids and a life together but it fell apart. I was pretty depressed and was just planning on staying home in my jammie pants watching TV for NYE.
I got a text at about 10pm from a friend of my ex (Jillian) asking if I was planning on coming over to their NYE party. I had received an earlier invite on a FB message but I assumed it was just a group message and that they hadn’t heard about our breakup. I had ignored the message assuming that I was not welcome in their social circle any more.