Her face turns away from hubby at first. Scott nudges his huge cock inside her. A faint gasp is heard. Now she can't hide her moans. She pumps to meet his thrusts. Wet sounds echo. This is not clinical. This is lust. She stares up at Scott as he pumps harder. Her hands squeeze his firm butt, forcing him deeper. She flails uncontrollably. Tries to restrain her ecstasy. Fails. Scott groans. Pumps virile sperm deep inside. H...

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...

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...

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...