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Under the Boardwalk (Erotica from Behind His Back)

Emily put both hands–her wrists crossed–on the pylon in front of her as she pushed back onto him. His cock was shaped just the right way, and it was thick enough as to almost hurt. He fucked her harder as she let her mind go just as she always did.

It started with her high school English teacher as usual. It moved quickly to her youth minister and then the kid on her hall her freshman year of college. Next was the one professor she had slept with, and then two members of the rugby team she pretended were brothers. They never corrected her.

“Don’t stop,” she groaned, returning long enough to feel him again. His fingers dug into her skin as he pounded into her and for a brief and glorious second the images vanished, and all she knew was that she was being fucked by a stranger with a perfect cock and rough hands. She stared at the sand between her toes as she felt every bit of him within her and it was almost enough.

“Fuck me harder,” she said, letting the words carry her away. “You feel so fucking good, and your dick is so much bigger than my husband’s.”

“Than who?” he exclaimed, nearly stopping, but unable to hold himself back.

“It doesn’t matter. Just harder. Fuck me harder; I want to come on your big cock.”

“You cheating slut,” he said, instantly slamming into her before holding himself deep within her. “God, but you’re perfect.”

“Yes!” she screamed, feeling him bottom out within her, her cunt holding him tightly as she began to come. Her knees buckled, but he held her up as she clenched and shook. He pulled out of her and then thrust more just at the right moment to make her come again, her fingers now between her legs as she squeezed her eyes shut and pushed back.

“Should I pull out?” he gasped, entering her in long slow strokes.

“No,” she moaned, trying to reach back and hold him there. “Inside me. Come inside me.”

“Oh god,” he yelled, pulling her to him so hard that she nearly fell. And then he was erupting within her, filling her with his come as he kissed the back of her neck and bruised her hips with his tightening fingers.

“Keep going,” she said, feeling one last orgasm roll through her as she imagined everything all at once. I’m fucking a stranger, she said to herself; her mantra set to repeat. I’m fucking a stranger, and Tom doesn’t know. I’m fucking a stranger; he’s coming inside me, I’m letting a stranger fuck me and come in me, I’m fucking a stranger…

And then he was done, his hands resting her back on the ground as he gathered his breath. Emily braced herself for the impending loss, holding her breath as he pulled out of her. Her toes were covered in the early morning surf as the tide came in, and she didn’t move for a long time…

(From my latest books, Behind His Back. Read more here.)

Jessica Fucks Another Man For the First Time

Piper getting off to The Places They Come

(From The Places They Come)

Jessica climbed onto his lap a second later and their kiss was not tender. He bit her lip as his hands moved up and down her body, squeezing her breasts and her ass like a beast. He kissed down her neck to her chest, taking each nipple between his teeth before his fingers slid between her thighs to her shaved cunt.

“Fuck, you are so goddamn wet already. How long have you wanted to fuck me? How long have you wanted this?” he asked, placing her hand on his cock through his jeans. She let out a long sigh, and for just a second she looked over her shoulder at me. He turned her head back to him and kissed her again before standing her up in front of him. “How long?”

“Three years,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for three years, Paul. Since I was twenty-three.”

“You really are a slut. You should have told me sooner. Think of all the sex we could have been having.” He pulled his shirt off over his head to reveal a body I didn’t know existed. His abs were clear and defined, and his shoulders were strong and wide. She was on her knees an instant later, and he stood in front of her and watched as she undid his pants. He dropped his belt next to her on the floor, and before I could even think, his jeans were around his knees, and she had his cock in her hand. It was only semi-hard, and already it was big. Her fingers barely closed around it, and the look on her face was ravenous.

Without waiting for another second, she opened her mouth and took him between her lips and as far down her throat as she could. She gagged, but with her hand wrapped firmly around his shaft, she did it again, sucking him into her mouth over and over. My own cock was in my hand a second later, and she was lost in her effort. He grunted as she blew him, and within seconds he was rock hard in her mouth. I watched as she leaned back, and his cock was huge as it left her. I was amazed she could fit it all down her throat, but he simply smiled at her and called her a good girl.

“It’s so fucking big,” she moaned, kissing his head, and jerking him off slowly with her hand. “And it’s so beautiful. And thick. And…”

“Is this what you need, you little whore? Do you need a big cock in that tight young cunt of yours? Is that it?”

“Yes,” she moaned, standing up and kissing him once more. His fingers were back on her cunt a second later, and before I knew what was happening he lifted her up and dropped her onto the bed on her back. She cried out as she landed, but her legs opened instantly as he stood between them, forcing her knees wider with his hands.

“Touch your pussy,” he growled, his hand wrapped around his cock, just like I was doing. She fingered herself, sliding two fingers deep inside her as he watched, and it was the most pornographic thing I had ever seen. He stood between my wife’s legs watching her touch herself, and the begging started instantly.

“Please fuck me,” she moaned. “Please, I need that monster inside me. I need it so badly.”

He leaned forward, pulling her closer to him, and I watched as he rubbed his cock against the lips of her cunt. Just as he was about to thrust into her, she put a hand on his chest and whispered something I couldn’t hear. He grunted, but reached over to the bedside table and tore open the condom. It was on him a second later, and then he was back against her folds as she begged him once more.

“Louder, you little bitch. I want the whole neighborhood to know you need this big cock in your cunt. I want your husband to cry himself to sleep knowing you’ll be dreaming about me.”

“Please!” she yelled, trying to push down around him. “Please fuck me, Paul. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

I had never heard her scream so loudly, and a second later he started to push inside her, changing her demands to guttural groans of pleasure and want.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as he pushed further and further inside her until all I could see was his ass on top of her as he fucked my young wife on our bed. She was coming in seconds, and he laughed as she screamed out his name while she clenched around him.

“Come here,” he said turning to me. I didn’t pause before walking to them, my hand still on my cock. “Look at your wife’s cunt stretched around my fat cock. Do you like that? Do you like seeing me fuck her? She came the second I was inside her. God, she’s fucking tight.”

“Yes,” I moaned, staring at her body in awe. She was, in fact, stretched around him, and he was moving faster and faster, fucking her harder with each thrust. “God yes.”

She looked at me for a moment, her eyes nearly closed in ecstasy as they fucked, and then she was back on him, staring at him as he slammed into her. She pulled him down for a kiss, and there were tears in her eyes as she came over and over again, moaning his name in between gasps of pleasure.

“I want to come in this pussy,” he growled, his fingers touching her clit and then grabbing the condom at the base. “Let me take this off.”

“Oh god,” she moaned again as she thrust up to meet him. “I can’t. Not this time.”

He moved faster and faster, and it was clear that he was close to coming.

“How about this ass then?” he said, pushing a finger into her tight hole.

“Oh fuck, I’ve never done that,” she said. “Just come for me now, please let me feel you. Maybe next time, next time you can take it off.”

“And your ass?” he said, slowing down. He pulled out for a moment and she looked frantic. She looked back and forth between me and him, and there was nothing but lust and need in her eyes.

“Yes, my ass too,” she finally moaned. “Anything you want, just please don’t stop. I want to feel you come.”

“Promise,” he said, “I want to you hear you promise in front of me and your husband.”

“Oh god, anything,” she cried. “I promise, I promise. Next time you can fuck my ass. My husband has never done it. You can have my virgin ass, and next time you can take off the condom and come inside me. I don’t care, I’ll do anything. You can fill me with your come as many times as you want. Oh god, just please don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, pushing back inside her…

(From The Places They Come: A Cuckold’s Diary)

Pete’s Wife Remembers Her College Boyfriend

(from a work in progress)

Pete was going through a box which mostly contained my old college papers when he found an envelope that I had forgotten existed. Which is why when he opened it and tipped the contents out onto the floor I didn’t try to hide them or otherwise protect my husband from his find. I was so caught up in my own excavation, that it took me a moment to realize his mouth hung open as he held up a series of photos and began to flip through them.

“What’s gotten into you?” I asked, not looking up.

“Oh it’s nothing,” he said. “I was just looking at these photos of you and your ex-boyfriend.”

“What? Which one.”

“Which boyfriend? Apparently the one with the ten-inch cock.”

“What are you even talking about?” I asked. In lieu of a response, he tossed me a photo. I sighed as I picked it up and then shut my mouth because it was, in fact, a picture of me with my ex Robert. More specifically, it was a picture of me naked, kneeling on the ground, trying to fit his cock into my mouth. The day came back in a flash, and I realized the rest of the photos might make things complicated. We had been drunk and having fun when he pulled out my camera and started taking pictures of me as I undressed. I pretended to model for him, but pretty soon things got a little out of hand. At first, it was just me sucking his cock. And then it was him fucking me. And then it was him choking me as we fucked, tying me to the bed, shoving my panties into my mouth, and coming all over my pussy and ass. Like I said, it got a little out of hand.

“Oh,” was all I could say as I watched Pete’s mouth open wider as he flipped through each one.

“Jesus Sarah. You two weren’t kidding around.”

“We were in college,” I said, trying to grab them out of his hands. “Besides, those are mine. Come on, don’t upset yourself.”

“I’m not upset. Why would I be upset looking at pictures of another man fucking my wife and treating her like trash? Why the fuck would that bother me at all? Why would I care if he hit you and held you down and then came all over you?”

“Pete, come on,” I said, as he stood up, the photos still in hand. He looked down at me and then threw most of them at me before storming out of the room. I heard him slam the door to the basement and I sat there in a daze with the dirty evidence all around me. As I picked them up and looked through them, I could understand why he was upset. Not only was Jake handsome with a big dick, but he also knew how to fuck. And he got me to do things I had never done before or since.

And so I moved to the couch with a full glass of wine and the pictures, because I didn’t know what else to do. But as I sat there, flipping through my memories in vivid color, it was impossible not to go back. One photo after another reminded me of him, of our time together, and more specifically, of that one afternoon.

We decided to cut class in the morning and go out for breakfast at the diner. And then he ordered a beer and I had one too and by noon we were back at his apartment opening a bottle of vodka as we pawed at each other. We had only been dating for a few weeks, but we fucked every single day. Before class, after class, almost in class. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. If I’m being honest, he wasn’t the nicest guy in the world, or even the best boyfriend, but my god could he fuck. His cock was only part of it, although I wasn’t complaining, but his real skill was in figuring out what I wanted the most and then giving it to me.

After just the first week of dating, he held me down one evening as he rubbed his cock against me. I had a condom sitting on the bedside table, but Jake hadn’t put it on yet. He smiled at me as he touched me, and I was practically begging for him.

“Do you want this?” he asked, pushing just the head of his cock inside me.

“Yes,” I moaned, practically begging.

“Would you stop me right now if I just fucked you?”

“No,” I whimpered, embarrassed but honest all the same. There was no way I would have said no to him.

“It’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to feel me like this. My big bare cock inside you, fucking you until I come inside your filthy little cunt, isn’t that right?”

I covered my eyes with my hands, my cheeks flushed red, but I nodded all the same. Because the truth was he was right. I wanted to feel his skin on mine, I wanted to feel him slide inside me, and I wanted him to come in me. Not so much for the feeling, but because of what it meant. After just one week I wanted him to devour me. To own me. To claim me completely, and him fucking me and coming inside me meant all of that.

“Say it,” he whispered, pushing a little harder.

“Please fuck me,” I cried, trying to shove down onto him. “I want to be yours. I want to belong to you…”

Take This Off

I knelt outside the bedroom in the hallway. Just like she told me to do.

My clothes were in the living room folded on a chair, and I was hard by the time she shut the door. My hands were behind my back, and I sat upright and still. I was going to be a good boy no matter what happened on the other side.

“Are you ready to fuck me?” I heard my wife say through the door. Her partner moaned in response, and I could hear him kiss her and pull her body against him. I braced myself emotionally as much as I did physically, and I tried not to think at all.

“I want to hear your scream, beg, and moan for me,” he growled. “But first, I want to feel your mouth on my cock.”

I like to think I could hear them, but the truth is it was mostly in my mind. I could hear groans and whispers, but the slurping and sucking was my own creation. It didn’t matter if I closed my eyes or kept them open, I saw everything.

“I can’t wait,” she said. “I need you inside me now. Please.”  There was a longing in her voice I hadn’t heard in a long time and my cock twitched at the sound.

“Come here,” he said and she yelped as he pulled her body to him. I heard her begging grow louder and louder until finally she was screaming yes and it was perfectly clear what they were doing.

“You are so fucking tight,” he whispered. “You’re so big,” she replied before their moans were muffled by their kissing, and all I could hear was the sound of bodies slapping together.

I pictured them in cinegraphic detail. I pulled in close and watched them move mechanically, and I leaned back in a corner and took it all in from afar. Her moaning and crying was a soundtrack that overwhelmed me, but the next bit of dialog changed everything.

“Take this off,” she said as their bodies slowed.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I want to feel you without it. I want to feel the skin of your cock inside me and…”

“What is it? What do you want?” He was breathing almost as quickly as I was. I strained to hear every word, still not believing a thing.

“I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you. For days.”

“Oh fuck,” he moaned and then somehow I knew it was happening. She groaned and sighed and her pleading never stopped. He let out a noise that I had never heard before and it was over.

“You feel so good,” she said. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve thought about it so many times, and oh my god. Your cock is inside me. I can feel everything.”

“I love you,” he whispered and then the slapping was back, and I was so hard that it hurt. My knees were sore from the floor, my mind was reeling, and I was closer to coming than I thought possible.

“Come for me,” started as a low growl and turned into a desperate pleading. “Come inside me. I want it so badly. I need it. Please, baby, fill my cunt.”

And then they were lost in what I could only assume was what a perfect orgasm sounds like. They screamed and laughed as their bodies moved together, and I pictured everything. I wanted to cry and run out the door, but more desperately than anything in the whole world I wanted to be just where I was.

It was a few minutes later that she called out to me.

“Come into the room.”

I stood slowly and it took every effort I had not to grab my cock. For the briefest moment, I wondered if I would see what I expected or if it had just been a game. I wasn’t sure if the thought made me happy or sad, but it didn’t last long.

They were lying on the bed with their legs open wide. Their chests were rising and falling and his cock was still mostly hard against his thigh. I stood at the foot of the bed looking down and my own cock bobbed up and down giving away everything.

“Clean him off,” she whispered.

I didn’t pause.

I didn’t think.

I didn’t hesitate for a second before leaning down and taking him into my mouth. He let out a moan as I licked and sucked him, tasting her on every inch of his cock. He touched my hair briefly, and I felt pleased and rewarded.

“Now me,” she said.  “Lick me clean like a good boy. He came so deep inside me.”

Again there was no decision to be made. I opened her thighs and pressed my mouth against her without thought. I opened her–even more–with my lips and tongue, and I tasted everything. Cum and sweat were overwhelming, and possibly I was crying as I cleaned her soaking wet cunt. She grabbed onto him as she lay there on my bed–our bed–and she started to moan louder as I pushed inside her as deeply as I could.

“Oh fuck, make me come again. Make me come…”

I came along with her. Without so much as a hand against me, my body shook and exploded with emotion as much as anything else. She closed her thighs and screamed into her arm. I didn’t stop, even as I came on myself and the bed, and by the time she finished I was close to collapse.

I pulled myself up onto the bed and lay next to her, my breath as lost as my mind. Somewhere in the silence, she took my hand while I stared up at the cracks in the ceiling. Their patterns were familiar and comforting even as my body felt like a stranger.

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly.

“I think so,” was all I could say. “I think so.”

Watching My Wife (an excerpt)

Hot girl next to bed“You know that was just a fantasy the other night, right?” she said as we climbed into bed.

“Which do you mean?” I asked, trying to pretend I hadn’t thought about it all week.

“You know. The whole watching me thing, it was just a fantasy. But I guess I kinda liked it. I mean, I know we got in a fight after, but it was hot.”

She looked nervous as she blurted it out, and for a moment I didn’t recognize her. Kelly was composed and direct. She knew what she wanted, and she was never once ashamed at asking for it. Hell, she wasn’t even worried about demanding it. This was unlike her.

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“Are you saying you want to try it again?” I asked, pulling her closer to me.

“Do you want to?” she asked, her newfound shyness as enticing as it was confusing.

“Only if it turns you on,” I said. I kissed her again and pulled her on top of me. “I’ll do anything that turns you on.”

“I know,” she said, sitting up on all fours. She looked down at me before reaching over to the bedside table and handing me a condom. I grinned as I took it, and I could already feel myself getting hard. “It does turn me on. I’ve been thinking about it a little, but this time I want us to be ready. No interruptions, okay?”

“Anything you want,” I said.

“So, let’s just pretend someone is behind me,” she whispered. “He’s sliding my panties off and rubbing his hard cock against my pussy. Does that excite you? Pretend it’s someone you’ve never met. Someone younger and stronger. Someone bigger.”

“Yes,” I moaned, watching her take off the little she was wearing. I slid my own pajamas off as well and tore the condom opened as she talked.

“I can feel him touching me, his rough hands on my skin and his dick pressed between the cheeks of my ass. He’s not being gentle with me, but I don’t care. He’s not my boyfriend or husband, he’s just some asshole I picked up in a bar. But he’s so strong and big, and best of all, he’s not wearing one of these,” she said, her hand now covering my latex clad cock.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, embarrassed at how turned on I was.

“You like that, don’t you? Thinking of his big bare cock pressing against my pretty little cunt,” she moaned. “I want to feel it so badly. I want to feel him slide into me, his fat cock stretching me open as he fucks me. I want you to look at me and reach down between my legs to feel it too. I want you to know he’s inside me.”

I pulled her down around me, my cock sliding inside her instantly. She was so wet I almost couldn’t feel her, but it didn’t matter. Her words in my ear were driving me crazy as I pulled her down. I tried to kiss her mouth, but she held me back, looking into my eyes as she kept going.

“He’s fucking me so hard,” she moaned thrusting her hips. “He’s going to come. He’s going to come inside me, I can feel it.”

Seconds later her arms were around me and she was shaking. Her body trembled and clenched, her cunt tightening around me as she started to come louder than she had in ages. I kissed her mouth over and over, thrusting up into her as I felt myself about to come as well. She pulled my hair and kissed me back just as I exploded into the condom, both our bodies slick with sweat. When we finally came down, she rolled over next to me and buried her face into my shoulder, her breath slowly returning to normal.

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A Young And Faithless Wife (an excerpt from my new cuck book out next week)

A Young and Faithless Wife

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“Fuck that’s good.”

Clara and I looked up to see the bartender from the Tiki Bar, the one person she had been flirting with all day, settling into the hot steamy waters just across from us. He smiled as he slid into the tub and closed his eyes as he stretched his strong arms out on either side.

“What a coincidence,” I said quietly shaking my head.

“Not really.”

“What does that mean?”

“I told him to find us. Don’t be mad.”

“Clara!” I said almost too loudly. He looked over at us, but if he was bothered by my outburst he didn’t say so. Instead, he leaned his muscled arms against the edge of the hot tub as his head fell back.

“Are you sure you don’t want to watch me do something?”

“You wouldn’t,” I said, not answering her question. After her day of teasing me about it, touching me as she whispered her little fantasies into my ear, and getting me so close to coming that I might fall in love with a breeze if it came too close, I was in a rare state. On one hand, I didn’t believe her. And on the other, the thought of her following through was both terrifying and exciting. I had spent the afternoon thinking about her college friends, along with every other man she teased me about, and it nearly felt normal.

“So, it’s up to me,” she said. It took me a few moments to realize that was not a question.

“Clara, please. Maybe we should go inside.”

“But look at him. He’s handsome and young and he has been looking at me all day. We’re on vacation, Chris. Don’t be so uptight.”

“Clara, I don’t think asking you not to make out with a stranger makes me uptight.”

“Just no fun.”

It was getting ridiculous, and I found myself growing angry along with everything else. The more I thought about it the more absurd it all became until I said the words that would change everything.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.”

“I love you,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. I tried to turn away, but she held me in her hand and then kissed my lips. “I mean it. I love you more than anything in the whole wide world.”

“I love you too,” I confessed.

“Good,” she said as she stood up and moved across the tub to the far side. I stared at her in awe, still not believing she had the nerve to talk to the man let alone anything else. But she sat down next to him and then turned to him with a smile I knew too well. He looked back with a goofy grin, and I wondered if they had some way of communicating that I didn’t understand.

“I’m Clara,” I heard her say quietly. “In case you wanted to know.”

“John,” he said, awkwardly shaking her hand. “That’s your husband.”

Again, there was no question, and yet it was the biggest question of all.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding her head and not looking away. “He’s the best.”

“You guys look cute, although I seriously thought you were one of the teenagers. Not to be creepy.”

“I don’t mind a little creepy,” she said, sliding closer to him on the bench.

All of my choices felt horrible at the same time. My wife was flirting with a handsome young man right in front of me, and she had already at least implied that I didn’t mind. In fact, when he looked up at me all I could think to do was smile and wave, and it felt stupid and ridiculous and my god, why was I hard again?

Maybe it was her hand on his shoulder, or maybe it was the way he stared at her without an ounce of shame. Maybe it was the fact that I had let her go, and maybe it was her constant teasing that put me in such a state of arousal, but I could no more tell them to stop than I could look away.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asked, leaning in closer to him. She turned and gave me one last look before leaning in and pressing her lips to his ear. The moment lasted forever and I could hardly believe I was seeing it. The small act felt more intimate than anything, and I could see his expression change at her words. He looked up at me once more and blushed, before nodding his head slowly. Clara stood up and walked to me through the thick steam.

“You are the best husband in the world,” she said, planting a kiss on my lips.

“I don’t understand,” I mumbled.

“Come closer,” she said, taking my hand and moving me to the other side of the young man. He looked back and forth between us before pulling himself up to sit on the edge. She kissed me again, before moving between his legs up and looking up at his face.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and I couldn’t tell if it was addressed to me or her.

“What do you think?” she asked, reaching behind her and untying the straps to her top. It fell lifelessly into the water, and suddenly my beautiful wife was standing topless in front of a stranger.

“Clara,” I gasped, wondering how she could be so perfect. The steam rose around her as she knelt on the bench, moving even closer to the bartender.

“You are so fucking hot,” he said, reaching down and touching her chin. When she opened her mouth and took his thumb between her lips, I realized that I had stopped breathing. I still didn’t believe she would go further, and yet I struggled not to instantly pull myself from my suit and fuck her right there in the hot tub.

“Show it to me,” she whispered, and I inched closer to them without thinking. It was impossible and yet it was true all the same. I watched, mesmerized as he looked about once more before unzipping his shorts and reaching one hand inside them. Clara had a hand on each of his knees and she leaned in closer even as he reached out with his other hand to touch her breasts. My mouth was open as I watched him feel her up, but it was a moment instantly eclipsed by another.

“Oh god,” she said, licking her lips as he pulled his semi-hard cock out into the night air. He wrapped his hand around it, sliding up and down it a few times, before releasing it.

“Do you like it?” he asked, nearly shy in his questioning. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, and I couldn’t cry out as she nodded her head as one hand moved as if someone else was controlling it. Clara reached out so slowly I nearly lost my mind, and then wrapped her fingers around him, encircling his cock with a gentle squeeze.

And the moment I’ll never forget, the thing that is burned into my memory and won’t let me go, lasted only a second. My wife, my love, and my dearest girl looked at me with such perfect combination of want, love, and lust that I found myself nodding as she leaned forward. She looked up at him next, but that brief frozen moment of time would return again and again. Because no matter what else I had done, I had just said yes….

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Jason Makes a Move (Excerpt from The Summer I Watched My Wife)

“Close the door,” she said, as she stood looking at me with her glass of wine in one hand and the other on her hip. I shut it behind me and walked in quickly, stepping up in front of her so I could take her all in at once.

“You look incredible,” I said, kissing her gently. “If I had known you were wearing that under your dress, I would have suggested we come upstairs sooner.”

“I thought I should be prepared,” she said, leaning her head down against my own. She kissed me lightly on the lips before pulling back. “You know, in case anything happened.”

“It looked like something was happening in the kitchen,” I whispered, hoping I wouldn’t ruin the moment. I had no illusions that we could return to the night before, and half of me expected her to never mention it again. I suppose it just shows you how crappy a psychologist I must be.

“It wasn’t much of anything, but that boy is incorrigible.”

“What did he say?” I asked, putting my wine glass down on the table before returning to wrap my arms around my wife.

“It’s not what he said,” she whispered, her face blushing the lightest shade of red. “Well, not just that.”

“What did he do?”

“He stood behind me and told me I looked lovely.”

“That doesn’t sound too forward,” I said, trying not to sound disappointed.

“At first,” she said, looking up into my eyes. “But then he stepped closer to me, and I could feel him against my ass. I don’t know what he was doing in the bathroom, but he was hard as a rock.”

“Are you serious?” I asked. I had seen him adjust himself, and he had been standing close enough to Maria to touch her, but I hadn’t believed Fiona’s claim that he was genuinely interested.

“He was so hard,” she sighed, kissing me again before lying back on the bed with her legs barely open. “Come onto the bed, and I’ll tell you the rest.”

She opened her legs wider as she said it, and I didn’t have to be asked twice. I lay down on my stomach and kissed her right leg from the calf all the way up to her thigh before moving to the left one. She sighed as she adjusted herself, but she was otherwise silent as I moved back up. I kissed her gently through the black satin, and she arched her back and moaned before I pulled it to the side and opened my mouth on her wet skin.

“That’s it,” she said, reaching down and grabbing me by the hair. “Just like that.”

“Tell me more,” I said pausing just long enough to look up at her beautiful face.

“He grabbed my hips at first,” she moaned, pushing me back down. “And he pushed against me, letting me feel his big cock against my ass as he whispered in my ear.”

I slid two fingers inside her, turning them up so I could rub her g-spot, and she sighed even louder as she spread her legs wide. My mouth was on her clit as I pictured him holding her, and she was wetter than I had seen her in months. I licked her up and down, teasing her lips and thighs before opening and fucking her faster with my fingers.

“I could barely hear what he was saying, but my god could I feel it. And just when I thought he would leave, he reached one hand around me and slipped it into the front of my dress.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, pausing just long enough to ask the question.

“He slid it under my bra and cupped one breast in his hand before pinching my nipple for just a second. He was still hard against me, but I couldn’t say a thing. I couldn’t believe he was so forward and for a moment I thought you might be upset.”

“Never,” I moaned into her pussy, my tongue nearly frantic as I felt her clench around my fingers and lift her ass off the bed. She was close to coming, and I didn’t stop as she held me where she wanted me most.

“It was only for a second, but it was enough. His hard cock was against my ass, his hand was inside my dress, and when he said the words, I practically came right there. That insanely hot young man told me…”

“What?” I said, practically begging her to continue. I kept going, my cock close to bursting at the thought of his audacity and her clear response to it. I was rubbing against the bed as I ate her and fingered her, and I could picture everything that I had only glimpsed from the couch.

“He told me he wanted to fuck me. Just like that. It was only a whisper in my ear, but it was so clear that I’ll never forget. I want to fuck you, Maria, he moaned, and then he was gone, and I was left shaking in front of the sink with a soaking wet cunt and…”

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Why Him?

“Why him?” I asked as she crawled into bed. She pushed the blanket down before rolling over and looking at me. I stared back, her naked body starting to shiver in the cold room.

“Because you’ve been nice to me for too long.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means,” she said, reaching between her legs with one hand and mine with the other, “that you haven’t hurt me in a long time. You haven’t held me down, you haven’t slapped me, and you haven’t called me horrible things while you fucked me in way too long.”

“You’re trying to make me angry,” I whispered, pushing her hand away from my cock. It wasn’t so much that I hated him as it was that he treated her like shit. He was obnoxious, rude, and arrogant. And she had gone back to him just to piss me off.

“He made me come,” she said, rolling to her back and ignoring me. “He laughed when I showed up and told me that he knew I’d come back when I got tired of nice. He said he knew I was a little slut who would always come back for his cock.”

“It’s not going to work,” I said, trying to ignore her words. Real anger had no place in our sex life and I wasn’t going to have it. We can pretend all night long, but I was not going to fuck her out of hate.

Of course, we hadn’t pretended in months. Maybe longer.

“I might do it again tomorrow,” she moaned, her fingers moving faster. “He said he wanted my ass for lunch. He said he’d come down to my office, and he’d fuck me in the conference room without anyone knowing.”

“Fuck you,” I said, reaching down and finding myself hard in spite of everything.

“He’s so fucking good. I don’t even like him, but god can he fuck me.”

And then I was on her, with her hands pinned above her head like we had just met. My cock was pressed against her soaking wet cunt and she was smiling at me like she had won. But I didn’t care.

“You fucking whore,” I growled, forcing her legs open so wide she cried out. “You’re not going to fuck him ever again, no matter what you want.”

“I promised him tomorrow,” she said, shaking her head and sticking out her tongue. “He’s gonna take my ass because you’re too lazy to fuck me right.”

I slapped her twice before finally pushing into her wet pussy. And then I was on her, slamming into her as I hit her again and again as she laughed and spat, telling me I would never be meaner than she could take. I rolled her onto her stomach a second later and slid back inside her even as I pushed her face into the pillow.

“Sluts don’t need to talk,” I said, wrapping my arm around her throat as I fucked her harder and faster. “You just need to lie there and be used. You’re just a fucking cunt for me to come in.”

She moaned and pushed back onto me, but her gasps lacked any clarity even as my vision blurred. Her once cold body was covered in sweat and I forgot every good thing I had ever known. I was angry, I was afraid, and I was done with being nice even if it wouldn’t last. But the harder I fucked her, the tighter I squeezed her, and the rougher my hands were, the louder she moaned. Pushing her head into the pillow to silence her I shut out everything else and focused on just one thing. I was going to fuck her until I came.

“You’re mine, do you understand?” I groaned again. “Your cunt is mine and your ass is mine, and no one gets to fuck you without my permission. I’m gonna come in this filthy pussy and you’re going to beg me to forgive you.”

“Yes,” she cried out, as she began to clench around my cock. I somehow managed to work two fingers up her ass as we fucked, and all she could do was scream and shake as she came around me.

I followed close behind her, filling her cunt again and again even as I held her to the bed. My mind was empty, my body exhausted, and still, I thrust into her, wanting to hurt her and love her all at the same time. And in the final moment, in the last second, before my body was given back to me, every word and every ounce of anger was true and real and I had not a single regret.

“You’re mine,” I mumbled one last time as I collapsed onto her back, my cock still pulsing within her as I untangled my arm from her throat. I kissed her neck and her hair, but I didn’t move as I wrapped my arms around her. She knew me better than I did, and maybe that was love and maybe it was something else. But maybe that didn’t matter.

“You’re mine,” I said one more time.

“I know,” she said quietly. “I know.”

Are You In Trouble?

The sheets were terrible and there was no open window with a breeze flowing in. There was a half empty bottle of beer next to the bed full of cigarette butts and in the other room, someone was listening to Dolly Parton too loudly. The walls were covered in posters, and the closest thing to art was the fake Chanel purse on the floor.

We hadn’t been drinking martinis. We were wasted on tequila from the bottle with chasers of Schaefer beer. We were drunk, classy, and mostly naked.

She blew me until she nearly threw up, and I spent more time licking her thigh than anything else. Our sixty-nine was desperate and awkward and it felt more like a requirement than a good idea.

“Just fuck me,” she said as we turned around on the bed. I was still wearing boxers and socks, and her jeans were around her ankles. She had giant hoop earrings that were tangled in her hair, and her lipstick was smeared across her face. Presumably my cock too, but I didn’t look.

I tried to tear her jeans off, but I finally gave up and lifted her legs together in front of me. I pushed inside her and she made a sound that was more surprise than ecstasy. I asked if she was okay and she told me not to stop. I slipped out three times as I tried to hold her up, and it was she who managed to pull her jeans off one leg at a time.

By the time her thighs were open and I was moving rhythmically between them, someone pushed the door open with a loud yell followed by a half-hearted apology.

“I think that was my boyfriend’s brother,” she said. “Shit.”

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” I said.

“Well, don’t fucking stop. It’s too late now anyway.”

I fucked harder, and nothing was going to last long. I tried to remember her name as I leaned down to kiss her, but she pulled my head into her neck rather than to her lips. I grunted as I got closer, and she pulled me into her with two hands on my ass.

“Come on my tits or something, okay? I don’t want it inside me.”

It was all I could do to balance myself, but I pulled out and sat up as quickly as I could. The first bit landed on her stomach before shooting up her body and into her tangle of hair. I hit her chin and her neck. I hit everything but her tits, and she screamed at me as she pushed me off onto the floor.

I looked down at my cock sticking out from my boxers, and I watched it get soft as she wiped herself off with my tee shirt. I found my jeans in a corner and pulled them on as she fixed her makeup in the mirror.

“Are you in trouble?” I asked.

“He’s an asshole,” was all she said.

“I’m sorry about the hair,” I managed.

“Whatever. It’s better than getting pregnant.”

As she turned and walked out the door I found myself staring at her ass.

Take This Off

Seven and a half minutes into the sex she became theatrical.

It was a somewhat subtle shift, and since we had just met I wasn’t necessarily the best judge, but the second I started to doubt myself she made it even clearer.

“You’re so much bigger than my boyfriend,” she moaned looking right at me with a bit of a snarl. I nipped her chin and nose before thrusting back inside her, letting my curiosity build. Possibly it was something that simply turned her on, maybe a kink that made everything hotter, but I couldn’t shake the distinct feeling that she wasn’t actually talking to me.

“You like getting fucked like this?” I asked, deciding to play along as best I could. “You like my big cock filling you up?”

She moaned and groaned and pleaded yes over and over again as I leaned down once more to find a better angle. As I brushed her hair behind one ear before wrapping my hand gently around her throat, I saw it: her phone was just beneath the pillow and it was on. Someone named Mark was listening.

“Oh fuck, choke me harder. I want you to use me. Please, don’t stop,” she cried, and I gave in entirely. I didn’t care if it was a game any more.

“You are such a little slut,” I said, squeezing her tighter before slapping her just hard enough to elicit a cry.

“Again,” she begged. “Please hit me again. I’ve been such a whore.”

We grew rougher and harder as the minutes went by, and for a moment I thought the game was over. I was close to coming, she had already made epic noises indicating that she had, and our fury had reached a peak that would be hard to surpass. But then she touched my cheek and put a hand on one shoulder.

“Stop for a minute,” she whispered. “Here, let me take this off.”

She pulled the condom off me as I hovered above her rising chest, my cock hard between her legs. With one hand she rubbed me against the lips of her cunt and let out a sound somewhere between ecstasy and terror.

“Just for a second,” she pleaded. “I just want to feel your skin against mine. Just like that, just let me feel your bare cock against my cunt. It feels so much better.”

“You want it, don’t you?” I asked, teasing her as I opened her with fingers, my cock dangerously close. “You want me to fuck you just like this.”

“Oh god,” she sighed, her head turned on the pillow. “I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. Just put it in for a second. Just a little. Please, don’t make me beg.”

“Like that?” I asked. “You want just some of it inside you?”

“Yes!” she cried as her moans turned to incoherent begging and pleading.

“If I don’t stop, I’m going to come soon,” I teased again, wondering how far it would go. How far she would go. Wondering what he wanted to hear, but suspecting I knew the answer at least as well as she did.

“I don’t care,” she finally said. “Please, just fuck me. Just like that. I want all of it inside me. Please, let me feel your bare cock.”

And then we were fucking again, skin against skin, as she cried into the hidden phone. She was impossibly wet around me and between her words and her clenching muscles the end was close.

“I’m going to come,” I moaned, pinning her down with my hands as I pistoned in and out of her.

“Inside me,” she begged. “Please, let me feel it inside me.”

There was no holding back as I thrust deeply within her, groaning out my own release, letting there be no doubt about what was happening. I called her names, teased her for begging, and came harder than I had in days.

She held me tightly, her legs wrapped around me as she sighed softly into my shoulder, her fingers between our bodies, gently rubbing her clit and her soaking wet cunt.

“That was perfect,” she said, reaching over and ending the call.

“Do you think he liked it?” I asked her, lying down against her sweaty body and kissing her once more.

“He’ll be hard for weeks,” she sighed, kissing me back and showing no signs of stopping.

Peter’s Wife Takes it Further (from The Places They Come)

I looked at my phone again to find a new text that read ‘I’m sorry’. The apology, however, was not for our previous conversation. In fact, as far as I could tell, the apology was for the photo that had popped up moments before, and more specifically for what she was doing right then.

The photo was of my wife’s lips wrapped around an enormous cock. Another photo arrived a few minutes later, this time wide enough that I could see her kneeling on the floor of her office with her hands wrapped around him; her lips were parted by the head of his dick. I stared at it, not knowing what to do. She had told me she’d try to behave, but clearly, she didn’t put much effort into it. Part of me was surprised she had made it that long.

“Do you want to see more? She’s doing a great job,” came the next message. Fuck, this was not right. He had her phone and he was fucking texting me now? I was angry and upset, but still, I couldn’t put down the phone. The picture was insanely hot, and it was like seeing my wife in a movie. There was lust in her eyes, and she looked so happy with his cock in her mouth.

“Yes,” I wrote back, my fingers fumbling on the screen. How far had they gone? I waited for at least a minute, my heart pounding in my chest until the screen flashed and another image arrived. This time Jessica’s skirt was around her waist, and her panties were gone. She was bent over her desk, with her legs spread just enough that I could see her pussy lips.

Another photo followed almost instantly. This time his hard cock was nestled between the lips of her cunt, the head just pushing against her folds. I stared at it as I reached one hand down and grabbed my own cock; I was in shock. He was just about to fuck her, and there was nothing I could do about it. His bare cock was pushing against my wife’s pussy, and she was clearly soaking wet.

“You want me to fuck your wife bareback?” Paul wrote. I didn’t even think.

“Yes,” I wrote instantly. I closed my eyes, unsure of what I had just done, but it didn’t matter. He was going to do it anyway–I was sure of that–but me telling him to made it that much worse. I waited and waited for another picture, even as I imagined it all happening. I jerked off through my pants as I stared at the screen, and time moved so slowly it hurt.

Finally, a new picture showed up, this time Jessica was leaning back on the desk, her legs open, and his cock pushing inside her. The next followed instantly, and it was a close-up of her face, twisted in pleasure and pain. I knew it perfectly, and I knew just what it meant.

“God, I almost forgot how tight she is,” came the text message. “She feels so much better without a condom though.”

I was so close to coming I had to stop touching myself completely.

“Show me more,” I finally wrote back, needing to see if it was really true. When the phone pinged, there it was. Her legs were open, her shaved cunt was glistening, and his hard cock was buried inside her completely. She was stretched open around him, and I could see her head leaned back in complete and utter lust. I reached down and grabbed my cock again, feeling my whole body on the verge of release. With the phone in one hand and my dick in the other, I didn’t once look away as I exploded over and over again, mumbling under my breath about her getting fucked.

But the second I came, it was over. My mind woke right back up, and I was horrified by what had just happened. My wife was fucking another man on her desk, and I was jerking off in my office. He hadn’t even bothered with a condom this time, and I went from turned on to angry, scared, and confused. My marriage was over, my life was over, and it was all my fault. I had asked for it, hell, I had practically demanded it, and now it was done. What the hell was I thinking?

“I’m gonna come,” came the message, and I picked up the phone again without thinking. I had to resist throwing it across the room, but some small part of me held back. I wasn’t sure if it was him or her writing the message, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t want to think about it, I didn’t want to see it, and I didn’t want to know it was happening. Not anymore.

But when the phone rang a second later, I answered it, somehow expecting someone else. What I heard were her moans and her pleads as she started to come.

“Oh God, he feels so good,” she said. “He’s fucking me so hard, and he’s going to come. He’s going to come in my pussy, Peter. Oh god, I can’t believe how badly I want it. Oh fuck, he’s coming. He’s filling me and it feels so fucking good. Oh shit, I love you.”

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Is Maria Really Going to become a Hotwife?

Hotwife lying by the pool

(From my novella The Summer I Watched, available at all the big online retailers here.)

Before I could say anything, the two college kids were walking naked into the house, their perfect asses vanishing indoors as both Maria and I followed them with our eyes.

“Well then,” I said, taking another drink. “Looks like Fiona is fitting in just fine. Are they an item?”

“Oh, I think they’re just friends. What’s the word they use? Friends with benefits. I kind of like that. She’s too young to be serious about anyone.”

“I guess that’s good,” I said, wrapping my arm around her. She was beautiful in the evening air, her hair tied back and her breasts sitting just below the water. When she kicked her long legs out in front of her, I fell in love all over again, and for a long while I sat there marveling at my beautiful wife, nearly forgetting the last few days.

“At least he’s treating her well,” Maria said, turning and climbing onto my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me gently. “And from what I hear, he’s rather talented.”

“Ah to be young,” I mused.

“And hung,” she said, a giggle escaping her lips as she caught herself.

“He does seem rather gifted in that department,” I said, pulling her closer to me. She was straddling me now, and I kissed her again, my hands moving up from her ass to her breasts.

“It was hard not to look every time he got out of the hot tub,” she whispered, her lips against my ear. “And it didn’t help that Fiona kept teasing him under the water. He was practically hard the last time he got out to get more booze. And my god….”

“Did you like that?” I asked, feeling myself grow hard between her legs. “Did you like ogling that twenty-year-old boy and his big cock?”

“It’s been a long time since I had anything like that inside me,” she whispered, grinding against me as I moaned my appreciation. She was far more forward than normal, but I wasn’t going to stop her. The tremor in her voice was instantly different than the other night when she teased me, and I wondered if something had changed within her. Maybe after five years of me telling her how hot it was to think about, she was finally letting herself go.

“Have you ever had something like that?” I asked, wondering how far I could push it before she pulled back.

“I’ve had a few, but not as young and built as him. Oh to be Fiona right now,” she said, reaching between her legs and rubbing me against her. “I suspect she’s doing what we’re about to do.”

“Did you like watching him?” I asked, holding her right above me. “Did you like staring at his naked body?”

“Oh god, I did, Marc. Is that horrible? I was looking at our twenty-year-old neighbor, and I don’t think he minded at all.”

“Did you think about it?” I finally said, pushing inside her. She sighed as she sank her hips down around me letting me fill her cunt.

“About what?” she asked, moaning as we fell into the familiar sensation of my body within her.

“About what he would feel like,” I said, hoping it was the right question.

“Yes,” she confessed, starting to move faster. “Is that bad, or does it turn you on?”

“Keep going,” was all I said.

“I just remembered what it was like to fucked by someone that big, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I imagined Jason taking me upstairs instead, and wrapping my lips around that glorious thing until he was begging for me.”

“Do you want to taste that cock? Do you want to feel him grow hard in your mouth?”

“Oh god yes, I would make him feel so good. And then, when he was nice and hard for me….”

“Say it,” I told her, fucking her harder and faster as she closed her eyes. “Tell me what you’d do.”

“I’d lie down on my back,” she moaned, slowing down until we were both nearly frozen on the bench. “And I’d watch as he crawled between my legs, kissing his way from my thighs up to my mouth before I reached down and took that big cock in my hand and rubbed it against myself.”

“Keep going,” I begged, longing for the lust I heard in her voice. This wasn’t just my fantasy anymore, and I was in heaven.

“And then I’d feel him open me, pushing into my cunt as he fucked me so hard, Marc. God, I would do terrible things to that boy…”

A Dirty or Slutty Thing

“It’s not that I even like come all that much, it’s just a dirty thing. Or a slutty thing. You know what I mean.”

We all listened carefully, although to be fair I doubt any of us really needed an explanation. It was a simple enough invitation and we had already agreed. But if she wanted to confess first, that was fine with me. Hell, I love hearing a confession, especially from a girl who invited four guys over so she could take a few pictures to send to her far off boyfriend. I didn’t even know if he existed, but that didn’t matter either. Because I, on the other hand, do like come.

“Well, I’m ready when you are,” one of the guys said, clearly eager to get started. Fucker probably had a dinner reservation with his wife or something. But we all nodded and agreed, and she didn’t make us wait. She stripped down unceremoniously until she was as naked as a Canadian Sphynx. Then she lay down on the bed and instantly started to touch herself.

“Well shit,” one of the other guys said as we moved in closer. There didn’t seem to be much point in waiting, and I was already pretty hard just from listening to her tell us what she wanted. I knelt next to her and she looked up to watch me pull my cock out and start to jerk off. The other three guys followed suit pretty quickly, and soon enough all five of us were touching ourselves.

It was difficult to know where to look, but once she started talking it didn’t matter. She was clear that we weren’t allowed to touch, but that didn’t mean she was going to keep quiet. I moved from one guy to the next before my eyes settled on her fingers nestled deep in her cunt.

“Tell me you want to fuck me, all of you,” she moaned. “Tell me all the horrible things you’ll do to me.”

We didn’t need much encouragement.

“We’re gonna take turns fucking that pretty mouth of yours,” one of them offered as an introduction.

“I’m gonna fuck your cunt with a hand on your throat as the others hold you down,” someone else contributed.

“I want to fuck your ass while you choke on his cock,” the third guy said. She kept on touching herself and moaning as we leaned over her naked body watching her fingers and our hands.

“Do it,” she moaned. “Use me, all of you. Fuck me and come on me and in me and leave me a fucking mess.”

“You’re just a little cunt for us to use however we like, isn’t that right? We’re going to take turns choking you and fucking you until you can’t even tell us apart, and then we’re going to do it again.”

“Oh fuck yes,” she moaned, her fingers moving faster as one of the guys started to moan too. A second later he leaned in closer, his fist a blur as he let go all over her tits and neck. She arched her back, licked her lips, and pushed three fingers into her soaking wet cunt just as the second guy came on her stomach.

“I’m so fucking close,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop.”

“We’re going to tie you up when we’re done and leave you here so he finds you,” I said, my own fist working towards a clear goal. “You’ll be covered in come and still soaking wet and begging for more like the filthy slut you are. There’s no going back.”

“Oh fuck!” Guy number three said, coating her already wet skin just as I followed him. She started to scream and it felt like all of us were coming forever. The room smelled like the ocean in August, and she was a filthy mess of a naked girl and I swear to god I have never seen anything prettier in my life. She clenched around her fingers, licked some come off her chin, and kept on shaking even as the other three guys started slowly shuffling back from the bed as they zipped up.

For a while, she closed her eyes and just lay there, exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. The other guys quickly gathered their things and headed to the door. I took my time, wanting to make sure she was okay and to offer her a towel or something. And then I remembered the damn photos.

“Hey, do you want me to take some pictures?” I asked when it was just us two. She pointed to the dresser at the foot of the bed and I smiled. Her phone was leaning against a book staring right at us. The video was still running as I approached it.

“Can you do one more thing for me?” She asked.

“Anything you like,” I said, reaching up to turn it off.

“Once you stop the camera, can you come over here and fuck me for real? That was hot, but I want you inside me until you come again. Please?”

“Of course I will. Let me just turn this off and then you’re filthy little cunt is all mine.”

I hit the red button, stopped the video, and then walked it over to her bedside table. I put it down just as she reached a hand up to me. I smiled at the beautiful messy girl next to me and kissed her proffered fingers, getting a taste of her for the first time in my life.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Anytime,” I said, blowing her a kiss as I headed for the door.

A Hundred Ways to Share: an erotic short story

a threesome with two white men and a white woman

Photo by The Dirty Gentleman for Quickies New York

I like watching her fuck. I don’t think it’s all that complicated, but I do occasionally realize that the world doesn’t look at everything the same way I do. But in this case, I suspect more people lie about it than anything else. I mean come on, it’s hot as hell to watch people get it on, and if one of those people happens to be my girlfriend, it’s even hotter. She gets what she wants, I get what I want, so what’s the big deal?

There are a hundred ways to do this, but we’ve found the one that works for us. Some people need the thrill of cheating, some want to be tied up and forced to watch, and some want to get drunk at a swinger party and just see what happens. Some guys like the humiliation of watching a dude with a big cock bang their wife while they watch from the corner and some guys prefer to hold their girl down and direct all the action.

Which is where we come in. We have a pretty typical relationship, at least for the times, which involves me generally telling her what to do. At least in the bedroom. Look, we’ve unpacked all our patriarchal training, we’ve passed our good feminist exam with flying colors, and we’re damn good at communicating. And we know what we like, which in this case is me telling my girl to fuck other people. Most often while I’m there doing other horrible things to her. Honestly, I think it’s pretty damn romantic, even if I understand not everyone feels the same which. Which is fine by me. You do your shit, and I’ll do mine.

The first time wasn’t perfect, but it never is, so don’t judge me by that one time. We had only been dating for a few months, and we were in that in between stage where we hadn’t really talked about being committed but also weren’t talking about other people. At least not to each other. We hung out three of four nights a week, sometimes more, and we went out for breakfast on the weekends after late night parties with mutual friends. It was a good relationship, even if it was new, and we laughed our asses off, fucked like animals, and drank through our hangovers when necessary. Like I said, we were good.

Normally I would have found a better way to bring up my turn-ons, but I had already grown so used to just saying what was on my mind, that I didn’t really bother to do the grunt work. We were hanging out one night at my place, just drinking a bottle of wine and watching Netflix when I mentioned that my buddy Marcus thought she was super hot. She raised an eyebrow at me, but she didn’t say anything, which I thought was probably a good sign. So I kept on going.

“Do you think he’s cute too?” I asked, totally casually.

“He’s alright, why?”

See, she was super blunt about it, so there was no use beating around the bush. There was no use hemming and hawing as if I hadn’t basically already asked the damn question.

“He wants to chill some time,” I said, with a shrug. “And I thought if you were into it, you guys might want to fuck.”

“I didn’t know you were into that,” she said, more quietly than I expected. I was nervous for a moment, but I wasn’t terrified. If she said no then we’d move on, although to be honest, I have never had a girl say no to that. I don’t mean specifically Marcus, I just mean the offer in general.

“It could be fun,” I said, trying to keep it nonchalant. “But it’s not a big deal. Just thought I’d offer since he can’t stop talking about you, and I’ve seen you flirt with him.”

“Are you jealous?” she asked without even a hint of accusation in her voice. Sarah was an odd duck, I already knew that, but she never reacted exactly the way I expected.

“Maybe a little?” I said, going with complete honesty. “But that’s not really what it’s about. You two flirt, he thinks you’re hot, so I thought I’d offer. Besides, I think it would fun to watch.”

“Okay,” she said, and that was it. There was no more conversation, no more negotiation, and no more communication. And you know what? I was fine with that. I didn’t need a huge conversation about it, and I didn’t need it to turn into some big ordeal. It was a simple question and she had answered it. Sure, she had told me. She’d bang my friend if I wanted her to. Why the hell not?

Two days later I invited him over, and the rest is history. It wasn’t the least awkward threesome I’ve ever had, but it worked out alright in the long run. We all took our time that night, and I realized within the first hour that if shit was actually going to happen, then I was going to be the one to do it. So, after we had all had a few drinks, I stood up, smiled at them both and invited them to join me in the bedroom. Sarah shrugged, Marcus smiled, and the three of us left our glasses on the coffee table as we made for the sanctity of my king size bed.

“Why don’t you sit,” I said to him, resting my hands on Sarah’s shoulders. He sat down like he was told, and she didn’t say a damn word as I held her firmly. She was used to me being in control when it came to sex so why should this be any different?

“You’ve been staring at my girlfriend for the last two months, so I figured I’d show you more,” I said, pulling her shirt off over her head before either of them could respond. He sighed as her bare breasts came into view, and I’m pretty sure I felt her shiver for a moment. As for me, I was hard as a rock and there was no hiding it. I undid her jeans slowly as he looked her up and down, and I could instantly feel the tension in the room grow to the perfect level.

“What do you think?” I asked when she was standing in front of him in just her panties.

“She’s so fucking hot,” he mumbled, unable to look away.

“Do you want to see more?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said, as he stood up almost like he couldn’t help himself. He was only inches in front of her, and there was no going back. I slid the cotton down over her ass until she was wearing nothing at all, and Marcus instantly reached one hand out to touch her hip. I pushed them ever so slightly closer together, and I could hear her breathing get quicker with each second.

“Tell me, Sara,” I whispered, as his hand moved up to her breasts. She arched her back and her nipples hardened in a second. “Do you want to fuck my friend?”

She nodded, but that wasn’t enough. I wanted to hear it, and I knew he did too.

“Tell him then,” I said, my hand sliding down her back, over her ass, and then between her legs. She was soaking wet already, and I knew it was done. There was no going back now.

“I want to fuck you,” she said so quietly he almost couldn’t hear her. But instead of throwing her down, he looked up shyly and smiled at us both.

“I want you too,” he said, before leaning in and kissing her. I watched as I fingered her, and it was sweet and tender. Not exactly what I was looking for, but what can you do? Some people are just sweet and there’s no use trying to avoid it.

“Why don’t you suck his dick for me,” I said, pushing her down and breaking their kiss in an instant. And then it’s all a bit of a blur, to be honest. Maybe it’s because it was the first time and my adrenaline was pumping so hard there was nothing left to do about it, and maybe it was the wine going to my head. But she knelt on the floor and took him into her mouth before doing the same to me. We eventually climbed onto the bed, and we took turns going down on her, kissing her up and down, and fingering that perfect pussy as we bit her neck and squeezed her nipples until she moaned.

Marcus eventually got a condom on and climbed between her legs, and I reached down and rubbed her clit as he slid inside her. She actually looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise and joy, and I smiled back down at her as he moved faster right next to my fingers. They fucked for only a few minutes before he came, but she was right behind him nonetheless. Maybe it was my mouth just inches from her ear asking her if she liked getting fucked and maybe it was my fingers on her clit, rubbing her just the right way while Marcus pounded into her. Whatever it was, she came just before he pulled out, and the room was a sweaty and glorious mess.

I didn’t fuck her until after he left, but even then it was almost like he was still there. She wrapped her legs around me and bit my neck as we took our time, and this time it was Sarah whispering the horrible things.

“Did you like watching me fuck him?” she asked as I pinned her arms above her head.

“You know I did,” I said, thrusting into her faster and faster.

“You like me being a little slut?” she asked, the teasing in her voice nearly overshadowed by her own want.

“You are the perfect little whore,” I said, my hand moving to her throat just as she liked it. “You’re my perfect little whore, and I’m going to use you and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. I’m going to fuck you and then let my friends fuck you, and you’re going to come so many times you lose track of everything. You’re mine, do you understand?”

She screamed yes and I came inside her, and together we let out everything all at once in a glorious release that didn’t need any explanation at all. In fact, we curled up next to each other, and once again we didn’t really talk about it. After all, what was there to say? We had a lovely threesome, everybody got to come, it was generally safe, and we had a good time. In fact, the only thing she said before rolling over and falling asleep was a few words of gratitude.

“Thank you,” she whispered as I kissed the back of her neck and wrapped my arms around her.

“I love you,” I said, pulling her closer. She nodded and smiled in the dark.

“I know,” she said, gripping my hand.

And then we slept.

From The Places They Come: Cuckold Erotica


“Come here,” he said turning to me. I didn’t pause before walking to them, my hand still on my cock.

“Look at your wife’s cunt stretched around my fat cock. You like that? Do you like seeing me fuck her? She came the second I was inside her. God, she’s fucking tight.”

“Yes,” I moaned, staring at her body in awe. She was, in fact, stretched around him, and he was moving faster and faster, fucking her harder with each thrust.

“God yes.”

She looked at me for a moment, her eyes nearly closed in ecstasy as they fucked, and then she was back on him, staring at him as he slammed into her. She pulled him down for a kiss, and there were tears in her eyes as she came over and over again, moaning his name in between gasps of pleasure.

“I want to come in this pussy,” he growled, his fingers touching her clit and then grabbing the condom at the base. “Let me take this off.”

“Oh god,” she moaned again as she thrust up to meet him. “I can’t. Not this time.”

“He moved faster and faster, and it was clear that he was close to coming.

“How about this ass then?” he said, pushing a finger inside her tight hole.

“Oh fuck, I’ve never done that,” she said. “Just come for me now, please let me feel you. Maybe next time, next time you can take it off.”

“And your ass?” he said, slowing down. He pulled out for a moment and she looked frantic. She looked back and forth between me and him, and there was nothing but lust and need in her eyes.

“Yes, my ass too,” she finally moaned. “Anything you want, just please don’t stop. I want to feel you come.”

“Promise,” he said, “I want to you hear you promise in front of me and your fucking husband.”

“Oh god, anything,” she cried. “I promise, I promise. Next time you can fuck my ass. My husband has never done it. You can have my virgin ass, and next time you can take off the condom and come inside me. I don’t care, I’ll do anything. You can fill me with your come as many times as you want. Oh god, just please don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” he said…

(From my book The Places They Come. Full thing is up on Amazon)

Excerpt from The Places They Come: A cuckold’s memoir

“Peter, I don’t know what happened last night, but I do know that I’m done asking. I’m glad this is something that turns you on, because it’s something I need, and for some reason it turns me on even more to be honest with you. Not about what I do even, but about what I want. And what I’m going to do.”

“I want to watch,” I blurted out. She smiled as she leaned back in her chair and opened her robe. She was still naked beneath it, and she motioned me in front of her chair. Without pause, I knelt between her knees and looked up into her eyes. She touched my chin gently before pulling my mouth to her cunt.

“I’m going to fuck him,” she whispered. “I’m going to invite him over, and he’s going to say yes, because all week he’s been telling me how much he wants me. And when he arrives you’re going to bring him up to our room, and I’m going to lie down on our bed with my legs open. Is this turning you on?”

I was close to bursting again, but with my mouth buried in her cunt I didn’t care. She was delicious, and I was so in love she could have said anything. The thought of her fucking this man I didn’t know on our bed just made it worse. Or maybe better as the case may be. All I could do was nod my head.

“Good boy,” she said, absentmindedly rubbing my head. “I’ll let you watch as he undresses me. You can sit in the chair while he takes off my clothes and…”

“What is it?” I asked, looking up from between her legs. “Please don’t stop.”

“Just eat my pussy,” she moaned, closing her thighs tighter around me. “You’ll find out what happens when it does, just know that you’re going to watch your wife get fucked by another man, and it’s going to happen tonight. Oh fuck, I thought I could wait, but I can’t, Peter. After seven years of just your cock inside me, I need someone else. Oh god, he’s going to fuck me so hard on our bed.”

She started to come as soon as the words were out of her mouth, and I didn’t let up for a moment. I had two fingers inside her, and I could feel her shaking around them as I lapped at her cunt, tasting her pussy as she came over and over again. Somewhere in the middle she began to moan his name instead of mine, and my whole body tensed up as I struggled not to come. My hard cock pressed painfully against my jeans as she clenched around me, and I had to hold myself back with everything I had…

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