The Heal Slut: Chapter Eight – The Calm Before The Storm [MF] [Fantasy]

# Part Eighteen: Goodbyes

***Tirron Maldrek***

A firm knock on the door brought Tirron out of his dreams. He remembered dreaming of Autumn and Pitrin of all people, but he didn’t have time to focus on it now. Ramona stirred, sitting up in bed, her breasts jiggling distractingly as a voice came through the door.

“Goodmorn’ guys. We’re leaving in two hours, breakfast downstairs in twenty.” Harvey’s strong voice called out. He seemed a little amused to be saying that to his wife and friend after they fucked, but he didn’t seem upset in the slightest. If anything, he was happier than the night before.

“Okay, baby. We’ll be down in a bit.” Ramona called back, smiling with a little blush at Tirron. His footsteps echoed down the hallway and Ramona took no time, mounting Tirron’s waist as she pressed their hips together. He was already hard from the strange dream and Ramona was quickly getting wet as she arched against his member, his hands sliding up to cup her significant tits.

Dishonourable Discharge [cuckhold][cheating][creampie][facial][blowjob][bareback][interracial]

“Please, let him off the hook just this once. For me?” Deborah pleaded with Sergeant Baker as he stood in the doorway. She worried that the Sergeant would hear the snoring coming from the bedroom, and leaned seductively against the door frame as she playfully bit her lower lip and ran her finger down Baker’s chest to distract him. Her husband, Doug, had had a late night of drinking, and had passed out just an hour before his superior officer showed up to reprimand him.

“Your husband is AWOL ma’am, I need to speak with him immediately. This can’t wait.” Sergeant Baker couldn’t help but admire Deborah’s feminine curves. Her breasts were nearly falling out of the white satin bra that she wore, which was exposed by her black robe that hung open. Her silky brunette hair was draped over her shoulders, and she not-so-subtly ran her fingers down the edge of her robe, pulling it open to reveal her white panties.

Deborah looked the Sergeant up and down, licking her lips and dropping to her knees, the front door still open. Sergeant Baker was a clean cut, professional army man, and Deborah loved to corrupt upstanding gentlemen such as him. She knew that this was her only way to keep her husband from getting into trouble, and used this excuse to free Baker’s mahogany manhood from its wool prison.

[MMF] [voy] [orgy] [bi] [mast] [cuckquean] CUCKOLD’S EVENING AT HOME – As many of you know Patty, my wife, has been feminizing me as she turns me into the ultimate cuckold husband. This our latest adventure…

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This evening we’re staying in to rest and recover from our most recent adventure. Despite being bushed, a term you know has at least two meanings, I still want to jerk off. Patty said I could if would help calm me down but first, she required that I supply you with this update.

The last two days we were in Seattle for a trade show. I enjoy travel and Patty joined the Favored Flyers Club with the airline we prefer. We travel in style because of all the air miles we have. Prior to our trip, we posted a classified on Craig’s List asking that men or women interested in joining us for a day or weekend of pleasure contact us before we departed.

We received a few enticing ads and after whittling it down to three guys, we arranged a night with each. It is up to Patty whether or not we have a guy back for a second night in a row. Usually, we only have one out of five guys back for a second night. All the men we’ve played with are decent people and fun lovers but some are just too good and Patty sometimes wants a second helping.

Shy Wife Goes To Strip Club

My wife Sharon has from time to time spoken about being curious about strip clubs. This is not something that I could ever press her on. She would clam up and act like I was a pervert. However, I have always kept this in the back of my mind. 

I have a theory that all women, no matter how modest, have an exhibitionist streak in them to some degree. They like to show off, especially if they are attractive or have a nice body. My wife falls into both of these categories. At 42 she is a cute, thin brunette with perky A cup breasts. There are always guys hovering around her and she occasionally comes home with stories of being hit on. When it’s a young guy hitting on her, I’m assured of some action that night.

One night we were going out to dinner and the kids were with their grandparents. At dinner, as I plied her with wine, I tried to get her to admit to wanting to do something a little more sexually daring. She was being coy but I could see the wheels spinning in her head. Throughout dinner I would run my hand along her bare thigh under the table. At first she would brush my hand away and look around to see if anyone was looking but eventually she let me explore a little more. To make sure she stayed comfortable, I didn’t push her too far.

[MF] My wife’s previous encounter with a married man

My wife, Jen, is 34 years old and the mother of our kids. We live a very boring and routine life these days. But sometimes, after a few glasses of wine, she tells me stories about her life before we met. I’d like to share one of them with you.

Jen’s professional background is in art, and she previously worked in the NYC art gallery world. She comes from a conservative upbringing in the midwest, but this crowd was the total opposite. The art scene was sustained by party after party, and no expense was spared. Unlimited alcohol and party drugs were almost everywhere. People casually dated and broke up within the community all the time. As an example, my wife had slept with a total of 2 people by the end of college. During the 3 years she lived in New York, she slept with 15 more.

Cuckqueaned by my husband’s Ex-[F]iancé ?

Hello my fellow pervs ?

For those who don’t know, I’ve led a very fun sexual life thus far and don’t plan on slowing down anytime soon. I post pictures and vids as well, but my stories are something that tend to allow you guys to vicariously experience some of these naughty interactions ? I frequently ask my readers to vote between a few stories I feel like telling so they get a glimpse of what’s to cum.

Per the poll I recently held, it was a landslide decision that you all made, to make the next story I told be about the time I was cuckqueaned by my husbands ex. I’m glad you guys chose this one because it’s pretty hot even by my standards ?

Yet again, I’ll assign fake names to all involved from the story for the sake of anonymity. I go by Becca, I call my husband Jacob, and my husband’s ex I’ll call Suzanne.

Art School Professor: Fucking during the Christmas Party (Part I) (FM)

(Start here if you want to the backstory and details, skip down to where it gets juicy)

In my junior year of college, I was a teaching assistant to my Art professor, Prof. Abbott, a 42-year-old man with an athletic build and salt pepper hair a short beard. I had been attracted to him since I took his class a few years ago as a freshman. As a junior I had applied to be one of his teaching assistants. I knew there were several much more qualified and talented applicants so I was not optimistic. The fact that I got the position, along with a favorable schedule to maximize our time together, showed me that the attraction might be mutual. And that he was willing to color a bit outside the lines to get what he wanted.

I [M] love going down on my wi[F]e

First time, long time as they say. I’m taking a break from work and thought I would try writing something out to see how it goes. I’ve gotten many hours of entertainment from here and this is my attempt to pay it forward. It’s my first time and I’m nervous…haha.

I’m a little bit of a panty fiend, and I over-bought on underwear this Christmas, originally thinking I would buy just a couple pairs as a stocking-stuffer for my wife, but I got a little carried away fantasizing about all the underwear (and I had a few drinks). Maybe this will be a loose theme for more stories. I love thinking about my wife in her underwear and genuinely look forward to finding out what pair she is wearing for the day and getting the sexy times started.

This tale starts a couple nights ago when I had finished the nighttime routine, ending with cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen. My wife has a little bit of a thing about me cleaning the dishes (I think it has more to do with me working with my hands and less the stereotypical domesticity stuff), oftentimes interrupting me while I am doing them to change what my hands are doing.

COVID lockdown horniness has turned me into the neighborhood dial-a-slut for several local older guys. I (23F) can’t stop even if I wanted to. [MF]

**Background:** way back in the *beforetimes,* I came home to my parents’ house in the suburbs to stay with them for what we thought would be two or three weeks to wait out COVID. That was in February, and I’m still here. ? We have a BIG family – there are like 11 of us. I am very domestic by nature and so spend a lot of time helping out with the little kids, cooking/cleaning etc. When I can, I get away and lock myself in my tiny childhood bedroom to work part-time on my computer. (That’s mostly when I get to write to you, my lovely fellow stupid sluts.)

So the problem is, I’m stuck here living with my family in quarantine. My access to good dick was almost totally shut off. It completely drove me crazy for months. I almost wore out my jackrabbit in the little privacy I got. I got depressed, lost the drive to stay in shape, and I swear my skin broke out.

**Okay, now the good stuff you all actually want to hear:**

The Dinner Party [MFMF] [Swinging] [Cuckold] [Cuckqueen] [Humiliation]

He tapped nervously at his phone screen and checked the time again. Where were they? Part of him hoped they wouldn’t show up, and he could just spend a nice normal Saturday evening alone with his wife. But, he had finally convinced her to try this experience and, he had to admit, every time he thought about this evening’s plans it made his stomach knot up with excited energy.

After all, he had been the one to originally suggest this and, to his great surprise, Amy had said she would think about it. Then, a few weeks later whilst he was working, she unexpectedly sent him a message which simply read: “Okay, let’s do it”. They had then arranged it all online together, eventually finding a suitable young couple – Charlie and Ella – who were supposedly in an “open” relationship and were “looking for fun”.

They were going to come round, share a few drinks together, and then Amy was going to have sex with Charlie while he and Ella watched them. It seemed straightforward enough. Their profile made it clear that they had done this before and, whilst Ella was completely comfortable with sharing Charlie, she never participated herself and was purely coming along to watch.