Wyatt sat in the dark, wondering what just happened. Was he going crazy and hallucinating? What just happened couldn't be real. Could it? The multiverse was just a movie thing. He eventually fell asleep. The next morning, he was woken up by a wet tongue on his face. He thought, "OK, that's real." He looked around, and he was surrounded by his colleagues and one of the search dogs, licking his face. Charlotte was kneeling...
After working late, I found my wife in our bed... naked... spread eagle... leaking cum. A man's cum! "What the fuck, Maria?" I was outraged... hurt... I pulled her to the side of the bed. The scent of sex filled the room and my nostrils as I removed my belt. "I told you what would happen if you did this again, right?" "Yes." With her over my knees, I screamed, "Whose pussy is this?" the belt pelted her ass. "Whose, pussy...
Almost a week had passed, and I had never felt so defeated. I couldn't even get it up to masturbate, let alone anything intimate with my wife. She didn't seem to notice or care. She was obsessed with taking pregnancy tests every day; each one revealed that she was not pregnant. 'I think we're going to need a second session,' she said. Almost sounding disappointed, but in a very disingenuous way. I thought about bringing u...
The dryness of my mouth was contrasted by the juices seeping through my thong. After a long time of insisting, I had accepted my first hotwife challenge from my husband. We had participated in the lifestyle as a couple, but I had been hesitant to do anything by myself until he came up with a way for me to involve him. The challenge was simple but the execution turned me into a nervous wreck. The first part was done, I had...
Vicky had never been shared before, but her husband Dave, was very keen to see her revel in the hedonistic act of being enjoyed by someone else. Only to watch, not to participate - he just wanted the viewing pleasure. Although she found the idea exciting, and it had added fuel to their lovemaking, Vicky still needed a little bit of convincing. She was willing to try it for him, for them, to turn a new leaf in their relati...
My cheeks were reddened, my entire body felt hot, not out of guilt or shame, but due to the treatment of my partner for the night. He was rough, a controlled anger of sorts, taking it out on me between gentle touches. It made me purr and squirm, like he knew how to tame me, and my drenched undies supported that claim. I was a married woman, one who enjoyed her life at home and who did everything necessary to ensure my hus...
I glanced over at the other bed, seeing him stroke his cock mindlessly while he watched. He was on his knees, pants around his ankles and shirt unbuttoned, his hairy paunch bouncing with the movement of his fist, and his eyes locked on her mouth around my cock. I moved slightly, bringing my balls to her chin, and pulled her head towards me. She gagged, pulled back a little, then took more of my thick shaft past her lips....
Dee and I showered separately after she finished crying, then ate. Dinner was quiet; not an uncomfortable silence exactly, but a sort of mournful one. My wife knew now how much she’d hurt me, and I knew--or maybe just could finally admit to myself--that she’d have to keep on hurting me for a while. I hated it. I wanted it, in a strange way, but I hated it. Most of all, though, I loved her, and I knew that the only way for...
How much did I really need to dust? Ugh, I knew already. I needed to dust enough so that Dee would be happy. That’s what this was all for, after all. So that Dee would be happy. She was out shopping, buying a new outfit for our guest. No, for her guest. For my nemesis. Rod. An apt name for a bull with a nearly ten-inch cock. She’d been seeing Rod for a couple of months now. He was her first bull, the first guy that she’d...
The bull fucks Ellen like an artist. He’s a consummate performer, dominating her and humiliating me, but always with a knowing wink. This is a game. A show. A fun time for all of us. I’m a performer, too–a comedian–and I can appreciate someone who’s honed their craft: the time spent on his muscular physique, his sexual technique, his showmanship. He can give her something that I can’t. Except that I can; I’ve given him to...
"You've been a very good obedient boy," M read. "Are you ready for your test?" M looked at his phone, wondering what this was about. He thought he had passed the first test. M had been talking to Charlie for a month. It all began when he matched with her on a kink dating site; Charlie was a lovely, curvaceous, dominant with wavy auburn hair who was a nurse and had a passion for mystery novels, and she caught Charlie's eye...
We met “A” through an online swinger’s site in France while we were looking for a new “bull” for my hotwife, G. We looked through A’s photos and saw that he was an amateur photographer. He replied to our visit to his site and said that he was impressed with G’s photos and offered to take some boudoir photos of G at his home not too far from where we live. G and I discussed the possibility and she said that she would be ha...
Matthew Turnback was a man who, all things considered, should have loved the life he lived. He was still young - in his mid-twenties - and making great money off of his chosen career path while living happily married to a woman he had fallen for since the day he first met her. His job, Personal Assistant to Mayor Bannivan, involved an adequate mix of both stress and excitement. Most men wouldn't care for setting up meetin...
"A" I drove to the address where he told me to meet him and waited a few minutes for him to arrive. He apologized for being a little late and we kissed for the first time through my car window. He opened the door for me and then we walked to his apartment building and took the elevator up to his floor. His apartment was just off the elevator, and he opened the door. When we were inside, he took my coat and we kissed again...
I would recap what has been going on this weekend, but all I can remember is “accelerated training.” Of course, she was going to take a nap first, which seemed like a really good idea. I had a lot to process from the day of my cuckolding, my first cuckolding. So that is what we did: we took a nice nap. Maggi pulled the covers down and burrowed down into the bedding, which was just as comfortable as it looked. I was just a...
