Is Maria Really Going to become a Hotwife?

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(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…”

Cheating Wives, Husbands, and Girlfriends (also boyfriends)

I have a new book out call Everybody Cheats. It’s a collection of sixteen stories from Quickies in New York about, well, cheating. Some of it is sort of hotwife cuck stuff, but mostly it’s people just getting some on the side whether it’s allowed or not.

Here’s the cover, and you can find all the retailer links over on Pronoun.

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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.”

Cuckold and Hotwife Erotica: Maria’s Daughter

iphone-porn(This is from a work in progress, currently untitled. It will be a 100-page novella or so when it’s finished.) 

“What did I miss?” Maria asked, sitting down with the next bottle of wine.

“Nothing,” we said at the same time. My wife stared at me and shook her head before pouring another round. I downed close to half my glass in one gulp, hoping the distraction might help. Liza turned and looked out at the view, marveling at its beauty. She had been in complete awe the first time her mother brought her over, and it was hard to argue with her. The house was beautiful, the pool crystal clear, and the view of the mountains and valleys impossible to beat. What can I say? I worked hard, but nowhere close to as hard as my father had. Growing up it had been our summer home, but now? There was no point in living anywhere else.

We sat talking and drinking, the music piped out through the speakers hidden around the yard. The conversation managed not to move back to sex, thankfully, but it was still difficult for me to stay focused. All three of us were facing the view, with me in the middle, and the more we all drank, the less I worried. Finally. Liza was teasing me, and it was fun, but that was all it would be. Besides, in another day or two, she would get obsessed with something else and leave me alone.

I didn’t notice the first time Liza bumped me on purpose. I thought she had just moved and hit me by accident, because the idea of anything else, especially with her mother sitting right there, just hadn’t crossed my mind. I looked over at her quizzically to see her smile and look down. Following her gaze, I saw her cell phone in her hand between us, shielded from Maria by my body and the table. Pulled up on the screen was a picture of my stepdaughter in a hotel room wearing just a bikini bottom. I had seen her naked in the pool just the day before, but there was something about the picture that felt far filthier. Maybe it was the room or the lighting, but I smiled and cringed, before looking back at my wife.

A few moments later Liza coughed and this time I didn’t need the hint. I looked down once more and this time the photo was of her, completely naked, lying on the bed in the same room. Her legs were spread wide and it was the most explicit thing I had seen in ages. Using only her thumb, she deftly scrolled to the next picture, and I couldn’t look away. Whoever was holding the camera had climbed onto the bed and straddled her with his cock now clearly in the shot. The fourth picture was her perfect mouth wrapped around him, and I had to struggle not to grab the phone from her hand.

I looked back out at the sunset and took a sip of wine as Maria began asking us what we wanted for dinner.

“I’m starving,” Liza said. “I can’t remember the last time I had a good meal.”

The next photo showed her with his cock buried completely within her throat, and I had to adjust myself beneath the table.

“We could just order Chinese,” Maria said. “I’m getting too tipsy to cook anything, and we gave Leah the night off. Marc, just order on your phone. You know what we all like, don’t you?”

“Um, sure,” I muttered, pulling my own phone out.

“Let me look too,” Liza said, leaning in and looking over my shoulder. “I’m actually really hungry. I feel like I haven’t been really stuffed in forever.”

Of course, I turned, and there on her lap–her phone bright and clear–was the picture I had been desperately wishing for. Her legs were open wide, the man with the camera was between them, and his thick cock was inside her. For a moment, I didn’t notice the arrow on the screen, but then she tapped it and I was done. The video started, the sound thankfully off, and I was watching it for the first time. There, on the screen, was my stepdaughter getting seriously fucked on a hotel bed by a man I didn’t know. I tried to focus on my order, but the time was running out and I was hoping for a finish. I was practically praying for him to come, but just as he pulled out, his fist a blur above her, the movie ended and the screen turned black…

All the Erotica and Smut I wrote in 2016

I mentioned over on QNY that I wrote and published 8 books this past year, and you can see them all below! I’m proud of them and myself for working hard and getting out so much smut, and I hope you’ll pick one up if you haven’t already.

So, without further ado, here are the books I wrote this year from most recent to the first. Clicking on the title will send you to Amazon:

The Queen’s Gentleman: Takes place in a fantasy world and follows Finn, a professional sex worker in Whiskytown who gets quickly caught up in a political scandal after being hired for a scene with vast implications. Some MMF, bi guys, butt stuff, MFF, oral, and humor. At least I think it’s funny.

Susanna’s Affairs: My little homage to Emmanuel, this is a stylized book taking place in New York in the 1960s, and it follows a married woman who is in a very open relationship. Susanna returns to the city after the summer in the country, only to meet a mysterious man on the train whom she quickly becomes obsessed with. More bi guys, lots of threesomes and foursomes, unsafe sex to say the least, and a ridiculous edging orgy at the end which is super intense. Also it’s kinda romantic if you ask me.

Driving Lisa: A 40-something ends up driving his new stepdaughter across country so she can start school at NYU. It quickly becomes obvious that he loves watching her, she loves teasing, and together they get themselves into a bunch of dirty trouble. Obviously there’s a stepdad kink going on along with mild cuck stuff and voyeurism, and then some d/s as he really gets into telling her just what to do. Also some group sex of course.

Pill X College: A sequel to my book Pill X, about the day a drug company releases a pill which both cures all sexually transmitted diseases and induces a heightened libido and lowered inhibitions in everyone who takes it. Which is everyone. This one is on a college campus and has a lot more gay sex than the first one. But basically it’s an excuse for a whole lot of bareback group sex on a college campus. It’s a messy ride. Also pretty funny.

Private Tours: NYC: Maybe the most romantic–or at least sweet book–I wrote this year. It follows a woman who leaves her unhappy marriage and comes to New York where she hires a handsome young man to take her on a sexy tour of the city. They’re really kind of perfect together and have a lot of naughty fun at big tourist spots. There’s also a super hot threesome and lots of public sex. It didn’t sell well, but I really like it anyway. It’s tender.

Caught in the Act: This is just a really fucked up story. In short, a guy catches his gf’s teenage daughter in bed with her bf and blackmails them into fucking him. Or in the case of her bf, getting fucked up the ass in a really toppy way, which was fun to write. It has a twist at the end, which you will probably figure out, but it’s fun all the same.

The Yes Rule: This is also a super fucked up story about a couple that decides to say yes to everything the other one asks. It gets nasty pretty fucking quickly as they keep pushing each other to do more fucked up things every day. It’s a longer read, over 100 pages, and it gets more and more messed up as it goes on. There is some incest themes, lots of unsafe sex, a whole bunch of lying and cheating, a hot little sister, group sex, gay sex, and some blood just to round it all out. A bit more intense than what I usually write, but many of you will find it hot. It’s also written more like Disgusting Beautiful Immoral than anything I’ve done in a while. For what that’s worth.

The Ortolan Hunters: This is a collection of four short stories and a novella all dealing with pretty complicated and occasionally disturbing situations. There is one funny story to round it out, but read the description on Amazon to get a full sense of them all. It ends with a delightful novella called the Day the Lights Went Out about a couple getting stuck in a hotel room during a blackout who end up trying to convince the other how horrible they are by sharing stories of their past. It’s fun, super dirty, and morally and ethically ambiguous to say the least.

And that’s it! Once again, thank you to all the amazing people who bought one of my books, and if you like my stories and haven’t picked up a longer read yet, please consider it! I make most of my living as a writer now, and since I’m self-published, every sale makes a difference.

Thanks again.

Here are the covers, all designed by me as well.

 

A Not-So-Secret Fetish: Erotica from QNY

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My first girlfriend in college told everyone the secret that I had only told her.

Drunk and in bed one night, I confessed to her that the thought of going down on her after she had been fucked by someone else turned me on. At the time she played along, she even seemed to enjoy the fantasy, but three days later it was suddenly clear that the cat was out of the bag.

Our guy friends called me all sorts of names that don’t bear repeating and our girlfriends simply shook their heads and occasionally muttered the word gross under their breath. I put up with the teasing, climbing into my shell a bit deeper, and promised never to share anything that personal again. It was just a silly fantasy, but that didn’t seem to matter because suddenly I was the weird one with a fetish.

But after a little while, I began to notice that the shaking heads started to come with a raised eyebrow of curiosity, and less than a week after the story spread things began to change. Tina was the first, and I’ll never forget the morning she knocked on my door just ten minutes after my girlfriend left for class. She fidgeted as she stood next to my bed, and she mumbled something about her own boyfriend.

“Sorry, what did you say?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I was lying in bed covered by just a light blanket, underneath which I was naked as a winter morning.

“My boyfriend just went to class too,” she said one more time. “But we had some pretty hot sex first. I mean, it was short but still pretty okay.”

“That, um, sounds good?” I said, trying to get at her meaning.

“He never lasts long when we don’t use a condom,” she said, still dancing back and forth between her feet.

“Oh, right, yes,” I said, nodding slowly. “I guess that makes sense. That definitely happens.”

“So, like, was your girlfriend serious about you? I mean, was she lying? Like, do you really…”

“Oh, you mean about the thing?” I asked, wondering if we were really having that conversation.

“Yeah,” she said, standing closer to the bed as her hands moved down to the buttons on her jeans. “I mean, cause he just left, and so it’s all sort of weird but, I’m just saying that if you want to, it might be nice. He was too quick for me to, you know, for me to… for me to come as well.”

“Oh yeah, I see what you mean,” I said nodding faster. “Yeah, sure, I would totally be up for that.”

And then before our painfully awkward conversation could grow more painful and more awkward, Tina fumbled with her jeans as she pulled them off, and then took off her panties as well before standing in front of me in just a blue sweatshirt and green socks. I reached out and tentatively touched the back of her leg as she climbed up onto the bed, straddling me awkwardly.

“So, maybe I can just move up a bit… Sort of like that… I think this is right? Hold on, let me just move my foot…”

And then she was above me, her thighs around my ears and I stopped talking and thinking as I opened my mouth on her. She made a muffled moan as my tongue entered her, but then she was pushing down harder as she grabbed my hair while I ate her recently fucked pussy right there on my dorm room bed.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” she said, as I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me, tasting her and her boyfriend as I practically drowned beneath her. I hadn’t lied, though, and it wasn’t just a flight of fancy, so I ate her as best I could with all the enthusiasm of someone getting exactly what they wanted for the first time in their life.

She stayed there, perched on my face for close to twenty minutes, and she came four times. When she finally climbed off of me it was with a friendly nod, a smile, and a thank you as she hurriedly pulled her clothes back on. We hadn’t kissed, hell I hadn’t even seen her with her shirt off, but maybe it didn’t matter. Tina waved goodbye as she picked up her backpack, and I was left alone in my bed with a giant erection poking through the thin blanket.

Two days later, Maggie grabbed me as I was walking by her room, and she was more direct.

“Tina told me what happened. Marco just left, so if you want to do me too I’m all ready. It was a lot, though. Just to warn you.”

I had her on her back a second later, and while it didn’t last quite as long as with Tina it was louder, more frantic, and definitely a whole lot messier. She held my head in place as she clenched her thighs around me and she kept whispering at me aggressively.

“Eat my filthy fucked pussy,” she said over and over again until it began to sound almost like a mantra.

Susan, Mariko, and Rebecca all followed quickly behind, and for a week I moved up and down the hall of my dorm, stopping in every other room sometimes twice a day. The guys all bragged about how much pussy they were getting, and if anyone had told my girlfriend she was being uncharacteristically silent.

It wasn’t until late one Friday evening as I was coming back to my room that the shit hit the fan. Four guys caught me by the back entrance to the dorm where they pile the garbage near the loading dock. I didn’t realize what was happening until the first one pushed me so hard that I fell, and then the yelling and the accusations began.

“We know what you’re doing with our girls, you little faggot. And we don’t fucking like it, you perv.”

“Well maybe if you made them come once in awhile, they wouldn’t have to come to me,” I said, my voice thankfully not cracking in the middle.

I didn’t stand a chance as they kicked me and pushed me back down every time I tried to get up. Luckily for me, they were pretty scared of getting caught by someone walking by, so I was left with just one broken rib, a hell of a black eye, a swollen lip, and some minor scratches and bruises everywhere else.

I let the nurse at the school medical office put a few bandaids on me along with some bacitracin and an ice pack for my eye, but I wouldn’t tell her what had happened. There was no point, and besides, I didn’t need the whole story getting out again.

I stayed in my room for three days, cutting classes, ignoring my phone, and not letting anyone in, including my girlfriend. I hurt all over, but more importantly, my days as the hall pussy eating gigolo had been cut short when I had just been starting to really get into it. The girls were nice, I made them come, and they never made fun of me at all. But it was a dream, and even then I knew that dreams didn’t last.

On the third day, Tina came to the door and convinced me to let her in. She brought along Maggie and Susan as well, and they crowded around me as they looked at all my bruises with sad eyes full of guilt.

“It’s not your fault,” I said, trying to smile in a way that didn’t hurt.

“You didn’t deserve it anyway,” Susan said, leaning in and kissing my swollen eye. “We want to make it up to you.”

I watched, somewhat in awe, as the three girls undressed, this time losing their tops as well until all of them were on my bed in nothing but their hair ties and glasses. They pulled the sheets back, and for the first time in as long as I could remember I let someone take care of me. They kissed me up and down, being careful with the damaged bits and friendly with the naughty ones. Each girl took a turn sucking my dick as I watched in awe and adoration. After nearly two weeks of me doing just one thing, it was a new sensation.

Maggie was the first to climb onto me and let me fuck her, and the other two girls kissed me gently as she rode my cock nice and slowly. They whispered how sweet I was into my ear as their friend rolled her hips, and there were tears in my eyes by the time she started to come. Susan went next and then Tina, both of them taking me inside them with a smile and a laugh.

“Let’s give my boyfriend another surprise,” she said, as I started to tense and warn her about my upcoming release. “Keep fucking me and don’t stop until you’re done. This is all for you.”

I came harder than I had in a long time, and the girls collapsed onto me with kisses and laughter, telling me how sweet I had been and what a nice guy I was. I wasn’t sure how that all fit in with the big picture, but it sure felt good at the time.

After that, we mostly stuck to ourselves, and I went back to my normal life of school, friends, and only the occasional morning visit from one of my hall mates. They never told my girlfriend, and so we continued on for another month or two before she left me for a guy named Ricky who was a junior and a philosophy major. He had a goatee, but she said it looked good on him.

I didn’t mind being alone, especially going into that first Christmas break, but it was still an emotional visit home all the same. I found that I missed Tina’s laugh and her constant struggle to get out of her jeans without falling over. I missed Maggie’s expensive sheets and her grunts and moans as she held me more tightly than any of the others. And I missed Susan’s freckles and her pussy. But I sat through dinners and presents, and if I lay awake each night thinking about them, then that was okay too.

In fact, maybe it was even better than okay. Maybe missing them for a thousand different reasons was the nicest, sweetest, most tender thing I would ever do. At least until the next semester started.

Cuckolding, Cheating, Swapping, and Sharing (part one)

 

Photo by The Dirty Gentleman

Photo by The Dirty Gentleman

Looking over my 30 or so book and story collections, I realize that I write about some type of partner sharing quite a bit. Some of it has been in a poly context of having multiple relationships, some of it (okay a lot of it) is in threesome scenarios, and a bit of it has been cuckold themed. While each scenario comes with its own emotional element, there’s a common thread of watching (or knowing) that a partner is getting it on with someone else.

I’ve written about this personally quite a bit on QNY as well, largely as an attempt to work through my own sexual history in hopes of bringing some understanding to my turn-ons. From my first “real” threesome with an ex-girlfriend and a college buddy, to my first honest open relationship, nearly every relationship I’ve had has included some level of openness, sharing, and on occasion, just plain cheating.

While there are a lot of things about these fantasies that I like, I want to first focus on the outsourcing of my sexual energy, which I think is a vital one for me. Maybe it’s not even energy so much as action, but watching someone I care about with someone else gives me space to enjoy my partner’s sexuality with some distance. But it gives me more than distance, and that’s the complicated part.

Watching my partner with someone else, sexualizes them in a completely different way. At the heart of it, I’m putting my fantasies of an uncontrollable sexual appetite onto my partner. When I sit back and listen to her beg a new partner to fuck her, I’m taking my own desire and passing it to her.

Let me try to say that another way: watching my partner lets me give in to my own desires for sexual freedom without the risk.

It doesn’t require me to be hard, it doesn’t require me to be capable, and it doesn’t require me to handle her pleasure (or even my own). In many ways, I’m taking myself out of the equation (at least partially) in order to remove some of the stress and anxiety that comes with sex.

In Disgusting Beautiful Immoral Thomas get’s to watch his girlfriend give in completely to Brent, and he enjoys the desire he sees in her eyes. He gets to sexualize her, objectify her, and of course, he also turns his jealousy into desire. Her sexual appetite becomes the focus.

In The Places They Come, Peter lets his wife assume all of the risks even though it begins largely as his turn-on. She has all the unprotected sex (almost always a theme with this genre), she puts herself in dangerous situations with men who might abuse her, and she controls everything, leaving him without the responsibility.

And in Driving Lisa, Henry gets to take his sexual attraction to his step-daughter and release it through other men having sex with her without feeling the guilt of his desire. At least until the end.

But in each case, the male character is taking his desires and putting them onto a female partner where he can avoid risk, effort, and fear. Of course, there is still anxiety, often more so, but it’s a different type that they can most often handle it. When they push their partners to let go, there’s an unspoken understanding that they really can’t do the same.

Like I said, there are a bunch of other things to unpack (jealousy, humiliation, control, etc) but this one feels both challenging and honest right now. In the middle of this fantasy, whether it’s sharing, watching, or even just talking about it, is an attempt to put my desires onto someone else who then get to assume the risks along with the pleasure. It’s complicated, but it’s also pretty damn interesting.

Maybe next time I’ll try to dive more into the control aspect of it, which is something I occasionally write about but have struggled with.

But until then, thanks for reading, and as always I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below.

 

Cuckold Erotica in Print! The Places They Come

The Places They Come: The Diary of a Cuckold

The Places They Come: The Diary of a Cuckold

The Diary of a Cuckold

Look, some people might be embarrassed to be seen reading this on the train, but not everybody. And just think about it, you might meet someone interesting!

This is one book that I feel hasn’t gotten enough attention. It’s one of the filthiest and funnest books I have. Obviously it helps if you have a fetish for getting fucked by hot guys while your husband watches (or vice versa) but I think it’s pretty enjoyable even if you don’t.

I brought in a lot of the cuckold fantasies but without a ton of the humiliation. Don’t get me wrong, there is some of it. There are plenty of big dicks, a lot of creampies, and a lot of denial play going on, but it’s more about Peter really coming to terms with his turn-on. It’s more about the couple pushing their boundaries over and over again until the tumultuous ending.

If you haven’t read it and think it sounds hot, take a look. It’s been an e-book for a while, but now you can get it in print too!

 

From The Places They Come: Cuckold Erotica

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“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)

Watching My Wife: cuckold erotica

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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.