Ambers Version of the Interloper

Hi everyone, my name is Amber, and I'd like to share a recent experience between Frank, who is my husband, me, and an interloper who joined us.
First a little about me. I'm an average 40 something wife who has a pretty typical marriage. My husband tells me I have that sexy, "girl next door" look, which I appreciate. I do keep fit, and for being in my mid 40's, I still have a very nice figure and still turn heads. I like to stay nicely tanned and Frank tells me my C...

I need to preface this with the fact that I know very little about art. Any names of artists and their works will be made up, please do not correct me!
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Divorcee. When Juliet had thought of that word, she always pictured women in their fifties, out in the bars trying to relive their youth. Now, here she was, 32 and a divorcee. Coming home early and finding her husband with his cock buried in her best friend had seen to that....

Disclaimer: This story is about a sexual relationship between a father and his son. if you prefer not to read that subject matter, if you're not old enough to or it's illegal where you are then please close the browser or hit the back button.
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I'm 44, divorced and enjoying a quiet life. My wife left me when our son Julian was still in middle school. I should've put more effort into dating after my ex left but the few times I did, it seemed like a hassle an...

ET4H2-5C felt terror rip through her as the Peregrine's alarms mixed with her memories of the Megaship attack. Despite Alex's order to take the other seat she couldn't move, frozen in fear as the consoles flashed with activity.
"Pursuing vessel has just completed a scan of the Peregrine's contents," Verity announced, causing ET4H2-5C's breath to catch in her throat. Someone had attacked her Megaship before, presumably looking to capture slaves. Were they doing it again?...

Hockey Jersey
After a long day of work he came home, setting his laptop on the table, and thereby literally leaving his work at the door. While he expected to find dinner made, there was a note on the remote, as she knew that it was his second favorite thing on earth, saying, "Join me in the bedroom. I have your outfit picked out for the night."...

DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. ANY SIMILARITY TO REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL. THE VIEWS EXPRESSED BY THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT THOSE OF THE AUTHOR.
WARNING: This chapter contains BLOOD, GORE, MURDER, creampie, oral, foursome, M/F/F/F, incest, mind control, rape/nonconsent (male), cheating, sexual slavery, mind break, magic, drugs, and corruption....

Digital Dominatrix 7
I returned to my desk after sending through photographic evidence of the fact that I was wearing a thong to work. I had to slip into the bathroom to do so but I wasn't too worried about it at the moment. Mostly because Emma, my co-worker, had already seen my thong!  
She didn't say anything about it, but she didn't have to, I had seen her reaction, then I had realized that my thong strap was on display above my pants thanks to an untucked shirt.  ...

Since my mom and I became lovers, my life seems so complete. However now, mom and I are about to add to our sex life by each having sex with a man. So after talking about it, we each went on a dating site in search of an interesting gent to go out with, and if the mood was right, fuck their brains out....

I finished folding laundry; I called for my son to come get his. But he didn't answer. I called three times and still have no answer.
'Sometimes I wish he went to college somewhere else.' I laughed talking to myself. I walked up to his room and knocked, nothing. I knocked again. Still no answer. I open the door slowly and my jaw drops....

They returned to the packhouse together. The brothers disappeared downstairs to clean off the dirt and change. Tom had gone to check on the pups, an old habit. Arthur pulled Finn and Carter into the library, after a quick glance to ensure no one else was there, and closed the door without a sound. He latched the lock, something Finn had never seen anyone do before....

Pacing restlessly around his workspace. Oliver was feeling the stress of his upcoming midterm critique, staring at the monitor, the half-finished shots he'd been working on seemed dull and lifeless.
Quinn hadn't been around much lately, and he felt it. Her presence had become a strange sort of anchor -- one that kept him balanced even when he felt like his creative momentum was slipping....

Or how I got pregnant
Greetings, one and all. I have decided to tell you about my life and all its little secrets.
This story takes place in the early 1960s in Massachusetts. The Comstock Act and Puritanical laws at that time made disseminating Birth Control information or devices to unmarried individuals a serious crime. You can Google it if you need to....

I carefully place a branch of white blackberry flowers in his hair.
"I am so sorry to have done this to you." Tears flow freely from my eyes. They are not the sorrowful, anguished tears of lost love, but tears of despair and regret. The fragile, bony carcass of my lover is lying before me. I knew from the beginning that this was bound to happen, but still I drove this poor boy into a torturous existence that could only be relieved by death....

Joe happened to be in the city on a Thursday afternoon. As he always did, he cruised the third street parking lot where he and Sandi used to kiss, suck and fuck in space twenty-three. Just driving by always made him hard. Today when he drove by there was an SUV in the space that looked a whole lot like Sandi's....

Karen and Frank woke up around 7:30 Sunday morning. They lay in bed discussing the weekend activities.
"So honestly Frank... are we going to be okay with everything when we get home... are you good with everything I have done?"
"I am Karen... it's not like I haven't participated."
"But how do you feel about me being with women... does that turn you off... please... be honest... I need to know?"...

This story is 40 years in the future.
"Lexi, suck my cock"
"Yes Master, do I swallow your cum or share it with you?"
"Swallow it tonight."
"Yes Master."
"Lexi, did you just spill cum on my lap?"
"I am sorry Master; it must had slipped out between my lips."
"Lexi, go get the hard leather paddle and bring it to me."...

The architect adjusted his tie as he climbed the steps to the modern hillside house, his leather portfolio tucked under one arm. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the sleek glass facade, and he rang the doorbell, expecting a standard consultation about the renovation the couple had mentioned. He'd arranged the meeting with the wife over the phone, her voice bright and eager, though she hadn't said much beyond wanting "a fresh perspective" on their home. He assumed her husband would be there to...

Chapter 1: The Flatmates
Dan moved into the cramped two-bedroom apartment on the Lower East Side in late August, hauling a battered suitcase and a portfolio stuffed with charcoal sketches. Julia was already there, her nurse's scrubs neatly folded on the couch, a faint scent of antiseptic clinging to her despite the lavender candle flickering on the counter. She was 28, with chestnut hair tied in a messy bun, hazel eyes that darted nervously when she shook his hand. He was 23, lanky and pale from London's...

Split Tree Resort Remodeled 01
[A fairly quiet Thursday afternoon at the Split Tree Resort except for all the background noise of the remodeling crews, which is actually on schedule and, and, and, no matter who says what, it's not a myth that plumbers butt crack is 'ick, ewe, ick' gross]
"[Rocks back and forth in the comfy front desk chair] hmm, I like filling in at the front desk because it's comfy and it's quiet and Twiddle Dee has all these little gadgets on her desk and she left for me [finger fan...

The rest of the day passed in a blur.
Your lesson over with, you finished showering Miss Scarlet and Miss More's boots with kisses, then followed them dutifully out of the dungeon. With every step, your aching, thoroughly spent cock hung useless between your legs, drained of every last drop of cum just as your mind was drained of nearly every bit of who you once were....

FWIW, the actual USTA National Championships are held in the Fall, not the Spring. Sue me. This is my timeline and I'll mangle it if I want to. This story needs to be in the spring of Alistaire's second year, so that's when the championships are held.
All sorts of callbacks in this one, including the main event. I just can't seem to get away from her......

I am a college professor, 45 years old, teaching in an English Department at a large public university in the Midwest, and until recently, interactions with my female students had no element of impropriety to them at all. Tenured jobs do not come along every day, and as there is simply too much risk of things going wrong, I had kept my personal and professional lives very separate. That sentiment was severely tested when I received the following email:...

Chapter Three

Jake studied the computer screen, peering over the professor's shoulder, trying to decipher the graphics the app was displaying as the linguist tweaked parameters. Nathan-- Jake couldn't remember his last name-- hunched in his office chair, pursing his lips as he played with his scraggly beard, studying the computer monitor....

We met the Johnsons in January of 2001. A friend of a friend took us to a party at their home in the Lincoln Park area of the city. It was an older home, one of many 3 story stone maidens that lined the streets of that neighborhood. Inside we found the house had been completely redone. The main floor was mostly kitchen and living room - dinning room - conversation area. The middle story were the bedrooms, their doors closed, their interiors hidden and off limits. Then there was the third floor. I had never ...

Thank you for reading this series. Looking for interest in continuing, just let me know if you are interested in reading more.
The last two days went well as we had dry runs throughout the grounds. Stores are stocked, rides have gone through their safety checks, the casino is ready, hotels are open, and workers have made their way for the ribbon cutting ceremony at 11 a. m....

CW: Panties. Crossdressing. Scat play. Alcohol/food. Bodily holes, poles and fluids.
Author's Note: I couldn't wait to find out what happened after our heroine, Skylar, expressed her love for her filth-loving friend-with-benefits, Doug. Will things be weird between them as they move to the next stage in their relationship? What's Skylar really thinking?...

When Alex took off the VR helmet, the first thing he saw was his wife Haly, in a plain, white skintight top and white skirt. She must have opened the cubicle door right then, or the helmet would have alerted him.
"Thought you might like," she traced a finger from one prominent fabric-covered nipple to the other, further stiffening both little erections, "something nicer than soundproof padding to be the first thing you saw at end of shift!" Her mahogany skin and even darker nipples shone through the thin...

Tollia in Vonderland Ch. 01
---Premise---
*This is the sequel to Holly's Sales Training and Tia's Bucket List. It combines both characters and the blogs become a podcast. Central themes are male dominance and female submission with a focus on erotic humiliation, exhibitionism, and rough sex. It's set in a heightened reality with over-the-top characters. This story plays with clichés and stereotypes in a satirical, ironic way. It shouldn't be taken too seriously or extrapolated to real life. The charac...

We'd met randomly online and started chatting over a mutual liking of a few gifs and photos. After some time you'd fawn the information out of me. A married 32 year old dad of 1 with a curiosity of what a playing with cock would feel like. You'd latched onto this and after a few months of slowly building my curiosity and lowering my resistance I'd finally agreed to meet....

The worst thing about Friar's Gate Prison were the rats. They were everywhere. She could hear them squeaking in the walls as she tried to sleep and they skittered over her feet during the day as the darted between the cramped and draughty cells. Tori hated them more than she hated the cold or the dark, and she even hated them more than the ghostly wails that kept her awake at night and reminded her that the prison was considered one of the most haunted buildings in Everdale....