A Married Hot Mess – The Cage

**Chapter 30 – Woops**

Twenty minutes later, Sixten was bent over their bed, handcuffed to a bedpost. Heidi had rooted the handcuffs out of the closet. One of her bridesmaids had given them to her as a joke, maybe-not-a-joke, during her wedding shower four years ago. He was naked, except for his chastity cage, so his ass was exposed in the air, and his cock and cage pressed into the bed under him, with his o-ring visible behind his balls.

At first, Sixten was cage-hard. He loved it when she scolded and reprimanded him. He couldn’t help it. He simply reacted to it, because she was so powerful and hot when she was pissed. She’d also never punished him before, so he was excited that she was becoming more dominant and taking more control, taking him deeper into his blissful subspace. But after she handcuffed him she left the room, and five minutes passed, then ten. Then twenty. She’d never done this before, and the silence was unnerving, because he could feel her anger drifting in it, like a fog over a flat ocean. After thirty minutes, he realized that she may not be playing, and that she may really be angry and hurt, and that he may have really fucked up.

Family Tradition – In her wedding, the bride must be topless. [46][F]

As you might know from my previous posts, we are a very sexually open family. We have set of traditions that we believe are strengthening our relationship and also help us in exploring and satisfying our sexual needs.
One of which is weddings!

At the wedding, the bride should be topless. The key is that it is an act of hospitality and generosity to share your wife with others.
As a result it is almost the base rule that all brides are topless at their wedding. Additionally some do even more than that. Some come almost fully nude and sometimes even the groom offers some men to share his wife in the after party.

Despite being single, it is a true shame if I attend any wedding without at least my boobs being clearly visible.

[MF] I’m (44M) dating a gorgeous college student and I’m having the best time of my entire life

So, after my 15-year marriage ended I began dating a gorgeous, blonde 20-yo college student. I know it’s a mid-life crisis kind of thing but I’ll be honest: it’s been a dream come true. She’s lively, fun, and, best of all, sexually open and adventurous. She enthusiastically does things in bed my wife would never consider.

Yes, we get surprised/confused/dirty looks when we’re out together but I love those, too. It’s especially amusing to watch the look on people’s faces when they realize she isn’t my daughter.

Sure, it’s probably just a phase for both of us, and I’m prepared for her to move on at any moment, but for now I’m taking it a day at a time and having the time of my life.

Friday Night Fun (and a show for the whole apartment complex!) [MF]

**This story is from when Mrs and I were first married- about an unexpectedly great Friday night with a share of practically public sex.**

Both in our mid-twenties, my wife and I both worked full time. Friday, at the end of a long week of work, we came back home with plans for a late date night. No kids yet, after all.

Unfortunately, for our plans, we’d be stuck home, as outside, freezing rain would be keeping us inside.

*Some scene setting is needed here: living above our means, our apartment was located in a chic downtown complex. Our third floor apartment had floor-to-ceiling windows which looked out at its many neighbors.*

We unwound on the couch at our place, discussing our respective weeks of work, complaining and laughing about coworkers at her job over a couple of drinks.

Mrs wore her typical conservative and professional attire- her hair was worn up, and she’d worn a button-up blouse and some black pants to work that day. Conservative look or not, I absolutely loved the way her thick thighs filled out her pants.

Expanding the family – the modern way [MMF] [cuck] [preg]

“And you are completely sure about it?” Jackson’s right eyebrow rose again as he looked over to his friend, his face shimmering in the sunshine rays reflected from the lake.

“Yes. Yes, Becca and I talked about it and we are 100% sure,” Alex nodded and took a hearty sip from his beer bottle. “I mean, we’re married for ten years already, it’s about time.”

“And why don’t you yourself…?” Jackson nodded his head in the universal ‘you know what I mean’ way.

“Chickenpox in college, remember? Now, I’m still able to, but just hardly so. This and, you know, our whole lifestyle. As I said, we talked about it and decided that this would be the best way.” Alex had a half-smile on his face during the whole conversation, not bothered at all by it. “If you agree, that is.”

During the following silence, both men looked in front of them, watching their floats as they moved ever so lightly on the otherwise still lake surface. Alex didn’t press the topic, perfectly aware that things like that needed time to sink in.

“And I wouldn’t get any responsibility?” Jackson spoke again several minutes later, still looking straight ahead. “I just do the deed and…”

Expanding the family – the modern way [MMF] [cuck] [impregnation]

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“And you are completely sure about it?” Jackson’s right eyebrow rose again as he looked over to his friend, his face shimmering in the sunshine rays reflected from the lake.

“Yes. Yes, Becca and I talked about it and we are 100% sure,” Alex nodded and took a hearty sip from his beer bottle. “I mean, we’re married for ten years already, it’s about time.”

“And why don’t you yourself…?” Jackson nodded his head in the universal ‘you know what I mean’ way.

“Chickenpox in college, remember? Now, I’m still able to, but just hardly so. This and, you know, our whole lifestyle. As I said, we talked about it and decided that this would be the best way.” Alex had a half-smile on his face during the whole conversation, not bothered at all by it. “If you agree, that is.”

Police procedures part 1

Part 1

Corinne Calders was at the wheel of her Triumph TR-6, and tonight was the night. Her boyfriend Dave Logan had finally moved out of his parent’s home and gotten an apartment all to himself, and now, they could get some hot, passionate sex going, without worrying about his parents or her parents barging in on them. Corinne was vocal, she was a real screamer when she hit orgasm, howling and shrieking out her pleasure, and they needed their own place. She was 18, and her boyfriend was 20, and they hadn’t been able to get together for 2 weeks. To her overheated pussy it felt like two years. She reached down, and slipped a hand under her dress, cupping her sex gently, feeling the tingles of need starting to prickle at her inner walls.

Mrs. Dubois and The Babysitter [Lesbian] – Early Christmas story about middle-aged housewife and teen babysitter

It was late on a Saturday morning and the curses and banging noises she heard coming from the living room were clue enough for Karen Dubois that her husband Adam had risen at long last.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she heaved a long suffering sigh.

It was hardly surprising that he should have slept in so late considering how long they’d stayed at that Christmas party the night before, or that he should be feeling more than a little under the weather this morning what with how much he’d had to drink. Getting him a glass of tap water and a bottle of the strongest painkillers they kept in the house, she headed for the next room to see what was left of her spouse.

As she walked into the room, she was expecting to find him sprawled in a limp heap in his favorite chair with all of the lamps switched off and the blinds drawn against the glare of morning sunlight reflecting off the blanket of snow outside. Adam would be moaning and groaning over the hangover he simply had to be suffering through, she was certain, and would be vehemently swearing off booze for probably the hundredth time. Karen was stopped in her tracks though when she found a surprising scene.

I’m Not A Bull [M/F, cheating]

I’m not a bull. I don’t enjoy demeaning a man while dominating his wife. I don’t even really think of myself as all that dominant. I have, however, taken the wives of other men, both with and without their knowledge; both with and without their being present. I have never belittled a man while doing so, however, regardless of how little I might think of him.

Is that a distinction without a difference? I don’t think so. My understanding is that the dominance and degrading are a critical part of the bull experience. I have noticed in the last few years a dramatic increase in the number of “beta males” I come across. Men who are passive. By comparison, men who are assertive or openly masculine seem to be more dominant.

I have seen that some women like a man who they can bend to their will. I have also found that some women react quite strongly to a strong, masculine man. I don’t necessarily mean physically, though that is a factor. I’m a fairly burly man. I lift weights regularly and while I’m not a bodybuilder, the strength shows. However, I’m more referring to the masculinity of spirit, so to speak. The man who gets things done, takes what he wants (without being an ass about it) and doesn’t bend to any external pressure.

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A coat rack has sex with a hat. Honestly idek with this one lmao.

I was diagnosed with a rare form of erectile dysfunction. Lignum phallus inordinationem. The disease is found in only 2 out of every 1 trillion people. I am unable to have an erection. When I become sexually aroused my whole body stiffs up and I transform into a coat hanger. 

I was horribly desperate for some kind of treatment for my disorder. I was willing to turn anywhere. Online I found a support group that met near where I live. 

“We have a little group that meets Mondays and Thursdays”, my email correspondent told me “I would love to see you there some time.” 

 When I arrived for the meetings I discovered people who suffered just like me. They faced medical dilemmas I had never thought possible. There was a man whose penis would transform into an elephant trunk and then he would ejaculate butterflies instead of cum. There was a woman with breasts that would transform into watermelons and then fall off. She wouldn’t cum unless someone ate them. Another lady said that she had no vagina at all. Only a lump. She said she would cum when people played with her hair. It was insane and with my special form of erectile dysfunction I fit right in.