I knew I was going to Hell the first time she looked in my direction and smiled. I was sitting in the pew beside my wife and she was singing in the choir with a voice that would make angels jealous. My wife and I were friends with her parents and had started attending there at their invitation. Her dad and I got along famously, both outdoorsmen, we soon became hunting and fishing buddies.
She had caught my attention immediately however. She was that black haired beauty with big dark eyes that Bob Segar sang about. She was in her early thirties, married to a clean cut, preppy, accountant. It was obvious to me that she was adventurous and craved the ruggedness of a man like her dad, but had just settled for that safe guy she had met in college.
Sunday after Sunday, I was reminded of my fate as she smiled and watch me squirm in my seat a little. Fuck she was gorgeous. She would linger after service, as her dad and I talked fishing or about hunting. I remember seeing a gleam in her eye one Sunday and her typical grin in my direction as her father and I discussed what I was going to be doing on vacation the next week. That bite of her lip sealed my fate when her dad threw me the key to their cabin on the lake.
I left on the following Monday evening, kissing my wife goodbye for the week. She had to work and had no interest in roughing it for a week away anyway. I soon found myself two hours away from home and out of cell range, dragging my stuff up to the cabin door. I saw a little smoke coming from the outside wood stove and thought it odd but Gary was just the kind of guy to have come out and started a small one to warm the place up. It wasn’t until I opened the door that I learned the truth.
The whole cabin smelled of springtime and glowed of candlelight. I knew immediately what was happening. I can’t say that I was upset. My heart raced as I sat down my bags. I could smell her perfume, at least that’s what my mind subconsciously registered. My Sunday temptation had already started a burning desire deep inside. As I made my way up the stairs to the loft, My hunger gnawed at the pit of my stomach as my mind ran through the thoughts of eternal damnation and what I should do. I was almost 20 years older than her, both of us married, and her dad was my new best friend. We saw each other at church every Sunday dammit, this shouldn’t be happening. As I topped the staircase, I froze immediately. There she was, standing at the top step, dressed in nothing but a small white tank top and a very small pair of white panties.
I wanted to rush for her immediately, push her to the bed and take her right there. My heart throbbed so hard it was only matched by the tightness that throbbed beneath my jeans. My god I’m doomed I thought.
Before I could utter more than a few syllables she was on me. Her arms and legs wrapped around me and holding on for dear life while her mouth covered my every protest. When she pulled back for a brief second I managed to blurt out “but I’m old enough to be your father…” Once again the firestorm of Hades roared through my mind and devoured the last vestiges of moral thought as she whispered in my ear “If that’s what you want Daddy…” Within moments she was on the bed, panties ripped away, trembling as my mouth tasted her sweet nectar. Her hands gripping my hair as she was lost in the waves washing over her. I fed on her passion, my tongue licking every drop, exploring every fold and crevice as her hip pushed against me. I growled deeply as she tried to pull my head up to her face, my hands locked across her hips holding her down as I sucked on her lips and swollen little button. Her moans and whimpers filled my ears as her sweetness coated my lips. My own desires intensified as I relished in the way her body reacted to me. That night and several nights after were filled with our secret forbidden desires. I marked her and claimed her as mine in ways only she and I could witness to and she claimed my heart and soul as well. I found out she was on a business trip officially. She had been waiting for the opportunity to “seduce me” she giggled. Her husband, like my wife was very much the love of her life but lacked the raw masculine passion that she saw in me and needed so badly.
Sunday service has never been the same. The smile she flashes from the choir loft burns my soul like a branding iron every time. The “unintentional” touches as she passes by sear my flesh. Those dark eyes ignite a flame of desire when our gaze meets, and now there is a new torment as she rattles the key to her fathers cabin as she swiftly passes by. A signal of her own desire to unleash the demons, the doomed souls that drive us together…
As we lay here again months later, tangled and exhausted, her head on my chest, both dripping wet from sweat and passion, we may be doomed to eternity but right now it feels so much like heaven…
Tag: Wife
I have turned my ex-wife into my paid whore [MF].
Warning: this isn’t the typical sex story. In fact, most of the sex here is only briefly described. What this IS is a real, non-fiction story about my ex wife. In my opinion, the situation is red-hot enough without the play-by-play. I hope you agree.
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Cindy and I were divorced about 5 years ago. We have two children and both wanted the divorce to be as easy as possible for the sake of all of us. And for the most part, it was.
We did a DIY divorce with no lawyers. It was pretty straightforward and in the end the judge altered our agreement to ensure that Cindy received a considerable amount more for child support. At the time, I was in upper management at a very large company, and had a large salary/bonus. Cindy had decided to go back to school to become a nurse. The divorce settlement provided her with ample money and assistance with insurance for the kids, etc. Bottom line, her monetary wants were taking care of.
Blame It On The Mistletoe [M/F, F/F, Incest] – A suburban family has some fun on Christmas morning
It was Christmas morning and, like so many other families all around the world, the Ferguson’s had risen early to meet it.
Still dressed in her bathrobe and carrying a steaming mug of coffee, Polly made her way slowly through the house as she tried to shake loose the cobwebs. Why was it that the older one got, the earlier morning seemed to come? She chose to take the long way around her suburban home to give herself as much time as possible to wake up, but still managed to reach the front room well before she was ready for it.
As she passed through the archway, the first thing that caught her eye was naturally the beautiful, if artificial, snow white tree with all of it’s gleaming and flashing lights and skillfully arranged decorations standing amid a pool of gaudily wrapped packages. This was to be expected however as this spectacle had been purposely set up where it could dominate the room.
However, the second thing she saw as she entered this room brought her to an immediate halt.
My [F]irst Threesome ? [MFM]
This is my first time posting a story here so I hope you all enjoy! Skip the first 7 paragraphs if you don’t want the background story.
AOC & Ted Cruz Fantasy
I have this fantasy where I’m Ted Cruz and AOC is trying to get a bill passed for climate change. As Ted I hate it, and I hate every time I see her stand up and wax poetic about it. I think “money doesn’t grow on melon trees! You think you can just shake your money tree and get off enough cash from it??”
For weeks I just stew and stew and get pissed off about it. I tweet sarcastically about it, I tweet about if she stopped spending as much on” sexy “outfits she could have paid to fix climate change by now, I go to rallies and talk about how this young fiery Latino is trying to tell us how to live.
Then one day I’m browsing Twitter on a late night at the office and getting ready to head home to a meal cooked by my beautiful wife. I turn around and grab my coat off the rack, and then towards the door. AOC is standing there.
“Ted,” she says, “I notice you’ve been tweeting a lot of opposition to my bill” she says. “but I’ve also noticed that you can’t seem to keep your eyes off of me when I speak about it, Ted” she says.
[MFM] The first time I saw another man have sex with my wife.
We are both mid-40’s and a longer time married couple. She is Asian, 5’3″ and around 130 pounds. I and the other guy are white.
I had thought about having another guy join us for a while, but she was unsure about at it first. I think it was more of the stigma that goes with it, and of course finding the right guy. I knew she would not do with a stranger, but someone that we knew somewhat well I thought she might.
We had a friend that had moved a way when he changed jobs, but he still came into our town for work. I kept in touch with him and I knew he liked her. I would make some sex comments occasionally and he always seemed interested and wanted more details. Well when he came in one time I suggested he stay at our house. She was ok with it so the next time he stayed with us a few days during the week. It gave us time to have some drinks on the porch in the evening once the kids were in bed. I also made sure he stayed in the spare bedroom that is right next to ours. The first trip was just that, us having dinner and then some drinks in the evening. I did flirt with her in the evening to gauge his interest to see how he reacted when I did and also to see how she did as well. I could tell he liked when I touched her and made comments and she was ok with it as well. I even made comments to her asking what she thought of him, etc.
See Me (Cuckquean, Office, Oral, MF)
I thought I had myself all under control, making myself cum twice in my morning shower. Then, as soon as I started my morning commute, my sexdrive sprinted into overdrive.
“See me.” Was all that an email had to say.
The entire drive all I could think was sitting on the face of my gorgeous boss, my arousal running down my thighs. I’ve worked for him for a full 12 months, and 11 of those months I’ve endlessly salivated over him.
Maxwell had a face that could make any woman weak. Perpetual stubble, gorgeous hair, with silver streaks making him look even hotter and more distinguished. All three of which he already was, in no short supply. His deep, dreamy voice made even the most mundane things sound smooth and irresistible. His square jaw, tall, wide body, and large muscular hands spurred my imagination to dirtier and dirtier heights. On a daily, or even hourly basis, I imagined his imposing figure holding me down and having his way while I could only climax in the wake of taking me in whichever way he found most satisfactory.
Val wants to try butt stuff. Continuing the walk down memory lane with my wife. [M] [F]
One of the many things I love about my wife is that she always wants to try new things. A new food, a tv show, she’s willing to give it a try. Another thing that I love about her is the fact that she doesn’t hold anything back. Val will tell you just how she feels about any subject.
It had been almost a year since Val and her son moved in with me and my kids. Things were going great on that end. But, as anyone who has done this before could tell you, some things do get sacrificed along the way.
Now, I’m not going to say our sex life became stale. Routine was more the accurate. We still enjoyed it and had it fairly regularly, but it always ended up being the same three positions every time. Oh sure, I would eat her out like it was my last meal and she enjoyed giving me surprise blowjobs whenever she felt like it. Still, we both could tell we were at risk of falling into a rut.
Worshipping my husband with breakfast in bed. (sweet)(blowjob)(adorable)(cinnamon rolls!)
I usually only write on r/dirtypenpals, but I found r/erotica when my wonderfully descriptive pen pal u/theclarkkent_ero began posting stories he wrote for me here.
This is my first try at writing one back for him! Much sweeter and more lovey than his writing, but check out his posts if you want something extra hot.
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I’m standing in the kitchen in the soft morning light, waiting by the stove as the water heats up. Yawning, I wrap my arms around my waist and smile over at our closed bedroom door, happy to let you sleep in.
My curls are a wild, bed-head mess. It’s still early, and I don’t have any make-up on yet – just a clean face and glasses. When I woke up we were still naked, tangled together lovingly with my head on your chest and your arm wrapped around me, protectively, even in your sleep. I carefully maneuvered my way out of your embrace, hoping to let you keep sleeping.
Fucked My Cheating Husband’s Friend at the Office [MF]
I really, really enjoyed sharing my first story on here. I have always been pretty wild sexually, and for whatever reason I always seem to find myself in exciting situations. I don’t know if it’s how I look–long brown hair, brown eyes? Or if it’s just a vibe that I give off, but I seem to attract men who just want a good fuck.
Here’s a story from my more wild years. I was only around 25 and in my first marriage with “Larry” (27). Our marriage was basically forced by our parents, and for a long time we pretended to be happy together. I gave the most effort out of the two of us to make things work, until I happened upon his work email. I shouldn’t say “happened”–I totally snooped. He was seeing a girl at the office, on the side.
I of course felt betrayed. I was wasting my youth trying to make a ridiculous man happy, and he was out fucking his work wife. I decided dealing with it the best way was, of course, the bad way–by getting revenge.