If you’re reading this, that means you’ve probably read about my special arrangement with my husband, Justin. It started way back when we were just dating, and I found out that he had a very special kink. He got off on me, telling him about my previous sex life. Eventually, when I was on business trips, I started looking for adventures I could tell Justin about. Just to be clear, it wasn’t just for Justin; I enjoyed it a...
He’d come inside of me three times already, and was going for a fourth! My husband watched, astonished but hard as Stevie licked cum and sweat from my tired, writhing body, what he’d do on each pause as his impressive erection renewed itself. Rock-hard again, he was soon deep inside of my messy pussy, thrusting and pounding as my husband continued to stare, now stroking his rigid cock. I had another orgasm, and another, b...
We’d all had a few drinks when the subject first came up. Kendra might have had one or two more than Wes or me. “Top celebrity crush this month,” Wes prompted us. “I’ll go first. Charlize Theron. We rewatched Atomic Blonde last week, and I still can’t get her out of my head.” “Good one,” I said. “I guess I’d have to say… wait, no. Can I do a top five this time? Or like, a top man and a top woman, like at the Oscars? Only...
It’s Saturday, and Kira is with Lee tonight. Lee won’t let me watch when they fuck, and I hate it. Next weekend will be our third anniversary, and I’m looking forward to it. No, it’s not our third wedding anniversary; it’s our third cuck anniversary. Just thinking about that first time still gets me hard. We’d gone to the river with some friends, just to play in the water, when Kira sidled up to me and told me that if I w...
How did I end up here? I still don’t know, but here I am. Did it start that time when we were at the beach, and those guys tried to hit on you? Maybe it was at Miles’ birthday party when Steve tried to get you alone in that bedroom. All I know is that I never intended to end up here. I guess it started when Amber and I started role-playing. My big mistake was when we started going to bars separately, and I’d come in and p...
While the red welts on my ass from Jerry's flogger had disappeared, the underlining tissue was still somewhat tender. It had been four days since I explored being his submissive, four days without a word from him. I assumed he would hold to form and not contact me just as he'd done the first time we met. There were a few things I enjoyed about being his submissive; the excitement of arriving at his place dressed for sex a...
Alma nestled in my arms after we made love, her eyelids growing heavy. Neither of us spoke for several minutes. Then I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I know about Wyatt." A fierce jolt coursed through my wife, as if my words had literally shocked her. She immediately withdrew from my embrace, her face etched with panic. "What are you talking about, Sam?" Even in the soft lamplight, I could see her trembling. I merely...
Spectacular was all she would say on our way home from Tuck's house. She’d spent all night, and all she said was spectacular. She was sitting next to me, saying nothing, but with a bemused look on her face. God, Kevin, it must have been better than spectacular, maybe stupendous. She had a stupendous fuck, and all I got out of it was a stupendous hard-on, so far at least. When I pulled onto our driveway, I stopped near the...
I was working at McCall’s Insurance, a medium-sized insurance agency office in Elk Grove, near Sacramento. Wendy was my boss, and we’d become friends over the last year. One evening, as we were closing up, I was complaining about having to go home to Jason and fix dinner. When I was talking to Wendy, she invited me to dinner at Giovanni's, an Italian place nearby. She suggested that we go to dinner and make Jason fend for...
Helen and I are both in our seventies now, and we’ve been married for well over forty years. I’ve been Helen's cuckold for most of them. I’ve been following KeylimePi’s stories since he started posting the Cuckolder Stories. I thought a lot of them were hot, but they missed why I’m a cuckold and still married. I want to share my experiences as her cuckold and my reasons for staying married to her. It was my thirtieth birt...
I still remember the night I first met Simon; it was at Steve's pool party. Steve introduced him to me as a new supplier to his business. Most of us were in swimming suits. What made Simon memorable was when he was talking to me in a corner when Simon turned the conversation to Melissa. This is almost a quote, “Melissa, that’s your wife, isn’t she?” I nodded, and he continued, ”She’s one hot babe; I’d love to fuck her.” I...
You’ve got problems when you love your husband, and he’s a wonderful lover. But the problem is that sometimes you just need to be screwed. That's where I’m now, fucking Dave's boss because he fucks me. I’m not due home until midnight. I told Dave that I was working late. If Marcel can fuck me one more time, I’m going to be late. I feel well used by now. My tits hurt, my cunt is sore, and he whipped my ass for the first ti...
I have met a number of wonderful people on sites like Lush. Some I have really become good friends with, and a few, very few, I have actually met in real life. One occasion had a particularly interesting twist. It was a couple actually. I met her online in a chat room. I asked her name and offered mine. She told me her name was Amy. She had a lovely profile picture, sweet, with just a trace of sexiness. I found her in a c...
Betty came down the basement stairs and was greeted with a chorus of "Happy birthday!" Betty paused with her hand on the railing and looked around the room. She counted seven men, plus Ted, standing naked and clapping, their cocks weaving and bobbing, all waiting for her. Step after step she edged closer, putting her other hand in Ted's when she reached the bottom step, and he led her into the room. "Here she is, boys!" T...
Annie and I check out of the hotel and order a cab to return to Annie and Bill's marital home. Our conversation en route is limited in the circumstances, but she is clearly feeling agitated. I am not sure now whether she has any regrets about our night there? When we reach the house, I bluntly ask her that question. I want to know that I pleased her, of course, but clarify that I did not sign up to torment my friend Bill....
