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British English language and spelling. In some stories the processes or facts may be incorrect, it's only a story and in my world that's how it happened. A warning to those who steal stories to use on YouTube channels, I am watching and will hit you with a copyright claim. This story is a repost from when I was on here under a different username....

This is a story of Ben, a 22-year-old man. Not very experienced when it came to sex. But the younger ladies seem to enjoy how he performed, including his girlfriend, who was a virgin at 22 when they met.
He wasn't what anybody would call sexy. He was 5ft 10in, 120 lbs, soaking wet. At 22, he was getting carded? Now, mind you, it's the early 1980s. Laws were more lax. And people younger than him were buying alcohol without showing an ID....

CHAPTER 10. THE SEVENTH DAY.
I was taught in catechism that God created the world in six days, and he rested on the seventh. I was also told God is good. Well, I was also always told I am bad. Right now, I tend to believe them. They were right about me all along. I'm bad, I'm trouble. I'm too much. I wish they had also warned me I would grow up to be a wretched fucking whore. A heads up would have been helpful....

HOUSE RULES
All characters are 18+ snd this story is a work of fiction.


Chapter 1: My House, My Rules
I married Vanessa knowing full well what she was -- a blonde bombshell with fake tits, a surgically tuned waist, and a deep desire to be owned. Thirty-eight, tan, and high-maintenance in all the ways that made her addicting....

The house was quiet. Late afternoon sun poured through the bedroom blinds, casting soft stripes of light across the unmade bed. She stood in her dressing gown, warm from a shower, her skin lightly scented with jasmine and something just... her.
She opened the cupboard above the sink, her hand moving unhurriedly. She already knew exactly where it was: the small, pale-blue case holding her diaphragm. It had been tucked away for a while--used sparingly now--but tonight, she wanted it. Needed it....

The Headhunter
Chapter 3
Whose Side Is Barb On?
That evening, after interviewing with Randolph, Barb came whirling into her and Jack's kitchen. It seemed the back door had opened to allow her access then closed behind her of its own volition. She tossed her purse in a chair by the wall with more force than wise, while calling for her husband, "Jack! Where are you? I'm calling a family conference."...

My cell phone rings as I'm slugging along in traffic one morning driving into work. It's Leslie from work. She's the admin who runs the office. She's never called me in the morning. In fact she's on flex-time and doesn't get in until 10. This is probably an accidental butt-dial, and I'm going to hear "Good Morning America" in the background....

Peter and Paul also took a short break at the same time, exchanging a glance. They wondered what stroke of luck had brought them such unexpected romantic fortune today, and simultaneously, satisfied smiles appeared on their faces.
They rested for a while, and saw the naked sleeping beauty still beside them. They would not miss the opportunity, so they reached out again and touched Grace's beautiful body....

Desperation Payments
Chapter Three
Sarah sat in the small lavatory, questioning herself, when she was startled by a knock.
"Sarah? Are you in there?" asked Em. "Are you ok? Do you need help?"
Sarah stood up and flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and exited. John and Em were there wearing long, thick hotel robes. Em saw Sarah standing there naked and grabbed another robe from a drawer and draped it around her....

Three days and my house no longer felt like home. Everything in it felt foreign even though it was all the same. Not a single thing had changed since leaving. But when I walked inside... it smelled different. Stale. Like when you've been gone on vacation and when you get back, there's just a stagnant feel to the air. A settling of dust. The feeling of abandonment....

PROLOGUE
To get more out of Part 2, it's a good idea to read Part 1 first. There is a lot of backstory that, for the sake of brevity so to spare the reader, I won't repeat in this Part.
This is Helen's account of her date with her former friend-with-benefits Greg, compiled from our many intimate discussions....

Amy's Sex-Positive Night

We had been out for drinks after work, but left early and were on the way home when I saw a guy standing by his car, forlorn. I slowed down and went past slowly. He looked up in hope that someone would stop. I stopped about fifty metres past his car, and reversed back slowly. Amy wound down her window when I stopped. He put his hands on the roof and looked in....

By PostSript56
Whenever I see a good-looking woman, I can't help striking up a conversation. I've always been like that and over the years I've gotten very good at it.
After a quick flirt, I'll engage her with questions that raise other possibilities. Nothing new about that, but it's not always easy when it comes down to it. By the third or fourth foray it's not unusual for the woman to lose interest. I'm good at keeping their interest....

The confession that features in this story is told almost exactly as it happened, from a time before my wife and I were married. The beach scene happened soon after. For sure I will be elaborating on the original events... it is, after all, a story for literotica and the main directive has to be to make it erotic. The result is very much a Loving Wives story, so read on if that sounds interesting to you....

I lay in bed. Alone under the sheets. It had been hours since Claire's last message, and I was still hard. Even after cuming all over myself, my balls still ached and my cock wouldn't stop twitching.
The apartment was dark, silent. Only the neverending ticking of the clock acknowledged the passage of time. It made me think about how fast things had changed so quickly. How far they might yet still go....

"Hey babe, what time do you think you'll be home?" Steve texts.
I hear my phone buzz. Gllllg, gllllg, gllllg, gllllg.
"Mmmmmm," Ben groans.
Gllllg, gllllg, gllllg, gllllg.
"Just wondering cuz I got dinner :)" Steve texts again.
I look up at Ben. God, how does he have the time to make his abs look that fucking good?...

"Stop it!" my wife chided me, again.
"What? It's not my fault you're so fucking hot." I grinned.
"It's your fault what your hands are doing," she replied with a glare in the mirror.
She stood at the dressing table, making final adjustments to her hair before meeting her friend for a drink. She was wearing one of her "going out" dresses and had put her hair up in the way I loved. She looked gorgeous. I couldn't keep my hands off her....

CHAPTER 9. SPIRAL.
Katie showed up before 9 a. m. in navy scrubs and Crocs, hair still damp, coffee in one hand, some new clinical guideline package in the other. I hadn't slept. I don't think I ever really laid down in earnest.
She walked in without knocking--of course--and looked around, noting the remnants of one kitchen chair and a lamp in the corner. She stared at me for a full five seconds before saying anything, then: "Jesus, Care. You look like a murder confession."...

It's Not as Bad as It Seems. It's Much Worse
Barb walked around their home office like she was walking on broken glass, treading lightly knowing she was on double secret probation. She willed the printer to work faster. Finally, it completed the document. She offered the papers to Jack with both outstretched hands as a geisha might....

More adultery and cuckoldry. Please skip this one if that offends you.
Maria sat in her car, her arms resting on the steering wheel. She had started driving to work but had realized after a minute that she wanted neither to be driving nor at work. She had slowed down as she passed the donut shop, easing into the parking lot. There. A spot in the back corner. Now she could just think....

In high school I had a girl friend (as opposed the one worded "girlfriend") who was model-gorgeous, and she knew she was model-gorgeous. She also fucked and had since her sophomore year. While I was more of her talking-puppy dog, it was worth it because I was lucky enough to fuck her a couple of times. Pistoning my dick, bareback, in and out of her was awesome. She was also good about showing me exactly where to lick as she would open up her pussy to me....

Do you know what happens when you're successful at doing what other guys are always trying to do? You get labelled a "player". I don't care what others think, to be honest, but sometimes someone will describe me that way to hinder my success.
They are often surprised when it doesn't work. Oh, sure, it makes some women wary, but others it attracts. If you're a player, and successful, then there has to be a reason. Right?...

G'Day All, This is another story playing with tropes. I really wanted to do a Feb Sux but the masterpiece 'The Ides of March' by WordsIntheWyld was just too hard of an act to follow, I just don't have the talent to try for a bar that high. That said, I have tried to craft George Anderson's dilemma, how do you forgive a remorseless wife, without making her a complete narcissistic nutbag. I hope I've found, if not unique, at least a different way of doing that. So, this is my wife with the celebrity trope. Pl...

The Wrong Room
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cheating husband, cheating wife, hotel, group sex, gangbang, airtight, restraints
Author's Note:
Dedicated to the real-life Louise.
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Becoming His Slut Wife
Part 3
MONDAY.
I woke before Jack, I was wet and horny. I recounted my intense and vivid dream. I was laying naked on a small bench of sorts. I was surrounded by a group of men, from behind them I heard my husband's voice telling them to enjoy and use me as they wished. A flurry of hands descended upon my body. My breasts were groped, my nipples were pinched and my pussy was played with....

CHAPTER 8. THE UGLY TRUTH.
He took quite a bit of time in the bathroom. Our powder room is not that private, so I felt bad that I had heard all of it. The vomiting. The sobbing.
I prayed half the time he was there. Prayed to God to ease his pain, to help us, maybe just to strike me down. Would the pain really be less? If I was gone, wouldn't his life be better, given what I had done. I knew it was a sin, but I couldn't help but wonder. It would be a loving act. A rational act, even....

This is a story on consensual non monogamy. The husband and wife agree to take another man into her bed. If this type of story isn't up to your liking, move on. You are not being forced to read something you don't like.
"Like what you see?" Jeremy's words pulled me out of my thoughts.
"What?"
He indicated a guy who was in my general line of sight, but I hadn't really noticed until he pointed him out. "You seem to be staring right at him."...

Paris always brings out the wild in us.
Every time Kobus and I return, it's like slipping into another life--one where we're not just a married couple in our fifties, but ageless, desirable, and dangerous. The French seem to understand this hunger for indulgence. Maybe it's the wine, the language, the way they flirt like it's an art form....

It was my idea, really, so I'm not sure I can complain all that much. Still, Taylor owes me now, and I'm planning on taking some sweet revenge one of these days.
We'd planned it out perfectly, so it should have worked perfectly. And maybe, in some ways, it did, just not in the way we intended.
I'll start by admitting that I'm a bit of a voyeur--well, maybe more than a bit--it's one of those urges, like an itch I've never been able to properly scratch. Of course, there are videos out there that pretend...

"Catch your Breath"
There's nothing I want more than to come home, drop everything, and bury my face between your legs, to lose myself in your scent, your warmth, your taste.
But you're never satisfied with just one are you? After I've made you cum the first time trembling and slick with pleasure, you flip over, plant your knees beside my head, and slowly lower yourself onto my face, spreading yourself open. Without a word you grind your hips, riding my tongue with purpose, chasing that second wave of...