A Messy Cheating Threesome

A threesome with two men and one woman: mmf

It was too late to be awake, but when I walked into the room they were still fucking. Hell, maybe they had just started, I wasn’t sure, but they were at it all the same, and suddenly I was less sleepy than a minute before. It was a familiar sight, at least partially, but none of that mattered. Her legs were spread around him as they moved slowly, and it was so sweet it nearly made me sick.

“Hey, we missed you,” she said, reaching a hand up to me. I sat down next to her on the bed and pulled my shirt off. He looked up and smiled and I could see his latex clad cock slowly moving within her. I instantly had a horrible idea. Fuck, I shouldn’t have had that last drink, and I definitely shouldn’t have done the other thing.

“I was having my own fun,” I said, standing up once more to get rid of the rest of my clothes.

“Let me suck your cock,” she whispered, reaching up to grab me. I almost said no, but the longer I watched the more my mind fucked with me. Her lips were warm and soft, but she was clearly distracted. I reached down and rubbed her wet cunt as he slid in between my fingers, and between her mouth on me and the booze, I couldn’t resist. Anything to ease the guilt.

“Why don’t just fucking take that off,” I said, trying not to slur my words. It was a dumb suggestion, but maybe it would help. Besides, they had probably wanted it for longer than I cared to imagine.

“Are you serious?” she asked, looking up at me. He stopped moving completely, and I realized they were both asking me the same thing.

“Come on,” I said. “It’s been a year and who cares anymore? Just take the fucking thing off and fuck her again. You know you want to.”

“Dude, I don’t know,” he said. But for all his hesitation, he pulled out of her and reached down to stroke his dick. She didn’t close her legs, in fact, she opened them wider, and nobody said a word.

“Do you want it?” I finally asked her, my hand reaching down to her neck. I was angry, but also so fucking turned on I didn’t care. But I still wanted to hear her say it. If she made the choice, then I could pretend I had nothing to do with it.

“Of course,” she said, taking me in one hand as she reached the other between her legs. “You know I do.”

He looked at me, and then back at her, and then with a small grin he pulled the latex off his dick and tossed it onto the floor. I pulled her mouth back to me and watched anxiously. When he leaned forward, I held my breath even as I pushed deeper into her throat. Her eyes closed as she gagged on me, and I took a perverse pleasure in not letting her watch. I spread her open with my fingers as he moved in closer and rubbed his bare cock against the wet folds of her cunt.

“You sure?” he asked one last time.

“Just fuck her,” I growled, more impatient than I should have been.

He didn’t ask again before thrusting inside her, and she moaned around me. I didn’t know if she actually felt the difference or had heard him take the thing off, but it didn’t matter. I watched him push into her, fucking her deeply with each stroke, and it was so fucking hot nothing else mattered. I was still angry, still guilty, and so close to coming I had to pull out of her mouth and just watch.

“Fuck that feels good,” she sighed, looking back and forth between us.

“Is this really your first time?” I asked. “You two haven’t been doing this all along?”

“I swear, we never have,” she said, pushing down onto him as he closed his eyes and bit his lip.

“I’m not even supposed to,” he said, and I realized I had completely forgotten about his girlfriend. But she wasn’t there, and it wasn’t my problem. This was about her and me, and so what if I was using his dick? So what if I didn’t care about anything anymore, and so what if he was breaking a million rules? What right did he have to better than me?

“You love it,” I mumbled, reaching down and rubbing her clit as I spoke to him. “Don’t fucking lie to me. You know you wanted this. And you know just where you want to come.”

“Fuck, I can’t,” he said, leaning up and pushing into her faster and harder. “Fuck I want to.”

“And how about you?” I asked, grabbing her cheek with one hand. “Where do you want it?”

Just before she could answer, he started to moan and scream, and right when I thought he would do it, no matter what his agreements were, he pulled out and finished himself with his hand. He didn’t move far though, and no matter what he was supposed to do, he came all over her cunt and her thighs. She held her legs open as he did, spreading her pussy wide; he coated her lips before collapsing next to her.

“My turn,” I said, instantly moving between her legs. Her cunt was soaking, and his come was everywhere, but none of that mattered. They had fucked up and I had asked for it, and I was going to fuck her used cunt if it killed me. Maybe that would make it all okay.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned pushing inside her. I hadn’t realized quite how messy it was until I felt his come coat my cock as I fucked her. So much for pulling out.

“Holy shit,” she kept saying as I fucked her harder with each thrust.

“Do you like that? Do you like his come inside you? Do you like me fucking you with his come?”

“Oh god yes,” she moaned, biting her arm as he watched from the sidelines, his hand still on his dick. “Don’t stop. Fuck, it feels good.”

“Did you like his bare cock in you?” I asked, slapping her face just hard enough.

“Yes,” she cried. “It felt so much better. And you fucking loved it too. Don’t pretend it was about me.”

“Fuck you,” I cried, slapping her again as I felt my balls tighten. I slammed into her as deeply as I could, and there was nothing left to do. I kissed her wet mouth, pulled her bottom lip between my teeth, and finally let go, coming inside her without any shame at all. She was a filthy mess, my cock was covered in another man’s come, and he lay watching us, out of breath and still in awe at what happened.

“Holy shit, I love you,” she sighed when I let my body fall against hers. “That was so fucking hot. I can’t believe we did that.”

“You’re filthy,” I said, kissing her cheek.

“You’re filthy,” she said, kissing me right back.

“Fuck, I was so close,” he said, rolling to his back. “So fucking close.”

“Don’t worry, Buddy,” I said, slapping his thigh. “I did it for you. Besides, next time you can do whatever the hell you want.”

They both watched me get up and get dressed, but they didn’t ask questions. I could see the confusion in her eyes, but I was in no mood for understanding. When I pulled my coat on, he was already hard once more, and her hand slid up and down him gently. She held my gaze as he moved down between her legs, opening his mouth on her bruised cunt. I stood in the doorway and closed my eyes for a moment as I listened to her soft moans and the wet sounds of his tongue against her skin. They’d do it this time, and that was all that mattered. After all of that, they wouldn’t be able to resist.

Which meant only one thing to me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, turning and walking out the door. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text message as I walked quickly towards the stairs.

“I’m coming back. I want you again. And this time we’ll finish it.”

Anonymous Sex Service (A work in progress)

Blurry threesome through a window

Photo by The Dirty Gentleman

I was doing exactly as I had been instructed, so of course, I was terrified.

The room was dimly lit, which was strange for a dressing lounge, but at least it was clean. The mirror in front of me fogged instantly, which meant I didn’t have to look at my face. I didn’t have to see my nervous excitement or the lines under my eyes from not sleeping the night before. Of course, he wouldn’t see any of that either. At least not really. I tried to count the seconds to distract myself, and I must have looked at my watch six times to be sure of the time. Without even realizing it I was constantly holding my breath before letting it out once more. I had thirty seconds before he was supposed to arrive, whoever he was. I had twenty more seconds of standing there in the empty room with my hands on the wall, my skirt around my waist, and my panties around my ankles. I had ten seconds left before I let a stranger fuck me.

Maybe I should start at the beginning because I’m still not sure I believe it. Who would? When Jessie told me of the service I didn’t believe her either, and besides, who would want it? Fantasy was one thing, but the reality was a whole different ball game and it sounded as horrifying as it did anything else. We were having drinks and oysters at Sel Rrose when she first told me, and I didn’t believe her for a second. She leaned back in her chair with a look on her face that reminded me of my mother after her third glass of scotch. It was bliss and stupidity all mixed into one smile, and I nearly spat out the oyster in my mouth.

“Why would you do that?” I asked, making sure to swallow the little oyster. It was too good to waste.

“You have no idea,” Jessie said. “It’s not even about the sex. I mean, it is, of course, but that’s not the whole thing. It’s about the freedom and the excitement. It’s about the risk and the fear and the adrenaline. Besides, Gary is about as interested in sex these days as he is in ballet.”

“So you just let a stranger fuck you. Do you at least get a drink out of it?” I was trying to laugh about it because it was all so ridiculous. I understand hook up culture, and I had my share of it in college and even for a year or two after. Tinder, OkCupid, hell, even eHarmony all have their place, but after a while, those hooks up are just exhausting. Listening to one man after another go on about things I don’t care about just for a half hour of mediocre sex just wasn’t worth it. I’d rather spend times with friends, go out for dinner with people I actually know, and end up in bed with my Hitatchi and no questions. It’s just so much simpler.

“It doesn’t work like that. Haven’t you listened at all? I told you, it’s not a dating service. It’s not about meeting people, in fact, it’s almost the opposite. The point isn’t to find a partner or even to have an affair. The entire point is to enjoy yourself, get exactly what you want, and not have to worry about anything else. When was the last time you just got off without having to think?”

“Last night. Come on, I’m not in high school, I can get myself off without having to worry about a damn thing.”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it. But look, I was skeptical the first time too. I had to fill out a thousand forms, even go to their damn medical office in midtown, and even then I didn’t really get it. I assumed I would be talking to someone. That at least I’d chat with the guy, even if it was just to set up the details, but it doesn’t work like that.”

“Fine, so how does it work?”

“They do everything. I’m serious. You just answer the questions, and the rest is up to them. All I do is click the button on the app that says I’m ready, and within an hour I get directions. I can narrow it down a little if I want to, but that’s it. Do you want to see?”

“Are you serious?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Jesse has always been adventurous, but this seemed like a bit much. I knew she wasn’t a stranger to having affairs either, but still. Anonymous sex just didn’t seem like her cup of tea.

“Totally. I can click the button right now and they’ll hook me up. I mean, it’s not cheap, but it’s quick and easy. Seriously, I could be getting laid in fifteen minutes without ever having to talk to anyone. It’s like Uber for sex. But without a chatty driver. It’s amazing.”

“You don’t talk to them at all?”

“You can’t. That’s part of the deal. I mean, you can say, oh yeah, just like that, fuck me harder. But you can’t try to have a conversation. They’ll report you and you’re out. That’s the deal. No exchange of information, no pictures, no numbers. You go, you fuck, and you leave. If you try to find out who someone is you’re out. If you ask them anything at all you’re out. It’s just sex. Quick and easy.”

“I can’t tell if you’ve lost your mind or if you’ve found something perfect. Either way, I don’t believe it though. How do they get away with it? And aren’t you worried about catching something? I mean, they wear condoms right?”

Jesse just looked into her drink and shrugged. I stared at her, my mouth open as she picked up another oyster and swallowed it. There was no way it wasn’t safe. This was 2016, not 1974. It was ridiculous.

“Jess, you’re not serious!”

“I told you, you have to get tested first. That’s the whole point, Tina. You don’t have to worry about anything. You just get to fuck a stranger.”

“Without a condom on?” I asked again, trying to make her admit it out loud. Trying to make her admit how fucked up the whole thing was. She just shrugged again and smiled at me like I was missing some inside fucking joke. It was ridiculous, and I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Dating was scary enough, but this was insane. I mean, sure, I like to get off, and nobody like’s condoms, but that’s not the point. But it wasn’t my life, and she wasn’t my wife. Thankfully.

“Let’s just have another glass of wine and talk about something else,” I finally said.

“Just tell me if you want the referral code. You have to be recommended to get in.”

“I think I’ll be fine without it,” I said, shaking my head.

“Whatever you say, Tina,” she said, waving the waiter over. She ordered another two glasses of wine and six more oysters before putting her phone on the table between us. I watched in silence as she clicked the softly glowing white button in the middle of the app. It turned soft red for just a moment and then it was gone, replaced by a short message I couldn’t read upside down.

“I have another half hour before I have to be at the Rivington Hotel. Cheers! It’s good to catch up. It’s been too long. You know how it is though. Married life, right?”

“Cheers,” I said, raising my wine glass and wondering how my old friend suddenly looked like the happiest girl in the world…

New Hotwife and Slutty Best Friend’s Daughter Porn on the way

I have two new* books coming out soon, and they’re both about the wrong girl. Which is obviously a theme of mine. There’s nothing like someone who is off limits to push my buttons, at least when it comes to my writing. Both of these are on the porn end of spectrum, but of course there’s some meat to them as well.

Sharing the Wrong Girl is actually a rewrite of Driving Lisa after Amazon decided they didn’t like the whole stepdad thing going on. But it gave me a chance to really rewrite the book, make it a whole lot dirtier, and change the main character to a friend’s daughter instead. I also made the narrator a bit kinkier and stronger, which I think works well for the new version.

If you bought Driving Lisa, drop me a note and I’ll send you the new one for free.

The second book, with a similar title, is Watching the Wrong Girl about a married guy who fantasizes about his wife fucking other men. His truth is revealed through a young houseguest who not only figures out what he wants but maneuvers both him and his wife into a very sticky and precariously hot situation. I’m still finalizing it, but it should be out in the next few weeks and hopefully you’ll like it too.

Anyway, here are the new covers:

The Summer I Watched, a hotwife erotica novella

The Summer I Watched, a hotwife erotica novella


Watching My Wife: cuckold erotica


I have a new book up (formerly published under the name Peter Taylor) called Watching My Wife, A Cuckolding Diary. It’s a sweet little tale about a young bride turning her husband into a somewhat reluctant (at least at first) voyeur for her extramarital adventures.

If you like the thought of cheating while your husband watches, or if you’ve ever had cuckold fantasies, then this is a fun read. Hell, it’s pretty hot anyway.

Here’s a short bit from it:

“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.”

You can get the whole thing here.