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.”

The Summer I Watched: new hotwife erotica

The Summer I Watched, a hotwife erotica novella

The Summer I Watched, a hotwife erotica novella

Guess who is a ridiculous human being and has another new book out because why the hell not?

If you guessed me, you are correct. This one comes from dreaming of summer and hot tubs and pools and sex. Lots and lots of sex. It’s been a good distraction from the rest of my life, and it was tons of fun to write. It’s a novella (about 100 pages long) and it all takes place in a beautiful house in the mountains with one hell of a view.

The short version is the narrator likes to watch people fuck. Like, a lot. And he’d really like to watch his wife fuck someone, but while she likes the fantasy, that’s all it’s ever been.

But then they take in a 20-year-old Irish college student for the summer, and she gets her fingers in everything and makes things happen. Like sex things.

You can read more about it (like an actual blurb) on the book page, and find links to all the places you can buy it if it’s up your alley.

And if you want a free copy in exchange for an honest review, hit me up.

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 Horrible Chaperone

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Mr. B. was sleeping next to us in the tent for exactly this reason.

We were quiet, but no matter how hard we tried we couldn’t keep our hands off each other and we definitely couldn’t fall asleep. They had forced us to sleep in separate sleeping bags, put a teacher in the tent with us, and waggled fingers at us while reminding us that one of us had a boyfriend who wasn’t on the trip.

But her kiss was warm in the cold and the rest was impossible. We had hiked all day through the snow, our bodies were exhausted and beaten, and we had talked. Maybe that shouldn’t be enough, but we confessed too many things to hold back. She said she was filthy and I told her I had wanted her for too long. There were secrets shared, desires extolled, and then finally just as we crawled into bed, there were promises made.

He snored beside us as we undid the zippers that cacooned us in our separate places. With the bags open, we slipped into each other’s arms, hands finding skin beneath the layers of clothing. When I got a hand between her thighs she was wet already and when she finally released me into her waiting hand, I was hard in spite of the cold.

“I want you so fucking badly,” I said, fingering her as she jerked me off with slow deliberate strokes.

“I want you too,” she moaned, kissing me again. “I don’t care that he’s here. Let him watch, just fuck me already.”

Before I could respond she leaned down and took me into her mouth, her lips opening around my cock, and for a moment I thought I might come right then. But she didn’t stay there long even as the temperature in the tent went up a hundred degrees. His eyes were still closed, but it was hard to tell about the snoring, and suddenly I didn’t care at all. He should have heard us by now, he should have stopped us by now, and if he hadn’t, then it meant only one thing.

“Do it,” she said, pushing her pants, long underwear, and panties down around her knees. She turned her back to me and leaned forward as she faced our silent teacher. “Fuck me. Just fuck me already.”

I bit the back of her neck as I pulled her hips to me, trying to part her legs enough to get closer. I held my cock in one hand as I rubbed against her, both of us no longer in control of anything. She reached back and spread her lips open, and I tried again, this time finding her entrance with ease. I groaned as I pushed forward and then it was done and I could feel her around me and nothing had ever felt better in my whole goddamn life. Her cunt was warm and wet and nothing mattered but fucking her in the cold darkness.

Her moans were quiet but distinct, and when I finally looked up his eyes were open. She leaned forward even more, and I could barely hear her whisper as she reached out with one hand.

“He’s fucking me so hard, Mr. B. He feels so fucking good.”

I watched in shock as he took her hand and brought it to his lips, sucking two fingers between them without saying a word. We didn’t stop, although I slowed down just enough to keep myself from coming. Whatever was happening, we weren’t getting thrown out of the tent let alone school. He moved quietly but deliberately as he unzipped his own sleeping bag, and it was clear what he had been doing: his cock was out and hard in his hand.

“Oh fuck that’s hot,” she said, letting him suck her fingers deeper into her mouth. “Your cock is so beautiful Mr. B.”

Before I knew what was happening he had one hand is her hair as he pushed her down, and I followed as best I could, holding onto her hips for dear life. I slipped out of her, and just as I tried to reconnect, I was stopped short by the vision of her mouth opening around his thick cock. He thrust his hips up, making her take all of it in one gasp, and then he began to fuck her as he groaned.

“Don’t stop,” he growled, and it took me a few moments to realize he was talking to me. I grabbed her ass and pushed back inside her. I swear the tent vanished as we fucked, and I couldn’t stop to even think about what was happening. I fucked her as she sucked his cock, and not once did he let go of her hand, her tiny fingers buried so deep in his mouth I thought he might gag on them.

“I want you to fuck me too Mr. B.,” she said, looking up for just one moment and I knew it was done. “Please, I want this cock too.”

I grabbed her hips even as he pushed her head back down around him. I pushed deeply inside her as I started to come, and he didn’t let her go for an instant. I could hear her choking even as she clenched around me, and he thrust his hips faster as he used her mouth by one hand in her hair. He finally let go of her fingers and bit his lip, closing his eyes as he came too.

I rolled back and looked up at the roof of the tent, wondering what the fuck had just happened, but they weren’t done. His hands were all over her, and someone they both managed to get her clothes off in the darkness.

“Come here,” he demanded, and I rolled back to her side as his hands slid up and down her naked body. “Kiss her again, and touch her. Let me watch you two freaks until I’m hard again.”

“Are you serious?” She asked, opening her legs to my fingers one more time.

“Why do you think I offered to watch you two?” he said, his hand on his cock as he watched me kiss her neck and her chin.

“To keep us from doing anything stupid?” I asked looking up as he crawled between her legs. She looked down, her eyes open wide as he rubbed against her, his cock nearly hard once more.

“Yeah, that was it,” he said. “To keep an eye on you two. To make sure nothing happened.”

“You’re not doing a good job of it,” she said, reaching down and taking him in her hand.

“No,” he said, plunging into her waiting cunt. “I’m really not.”

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.

The Dirtiest Book in the World

tumblr_nbbyvxbwbg1te0sexo1_1280Occasionally readers still send me pictures of themselves reading Disgusting Beautiful Immoral. It had been a while since I read it myself, and  so I recently looked through the novel again to find myself somewhat surprised by how incredibly filthy, dirty, and downright messy the book is.

I’m not sure what makes something dirtier than anything else (although I love the well-worn cover in this photo) but I do know that I packed more sex into this book than in any other, and I suspect you’d be hard pressed to find a dirtier full-length book out there. I’m not saying it’s for sure the dirtiest book in the world, but I would bet that it’s up there.

Here’s one of my favorite filthy bits from the first time Brent and Kelly fuck in front of the narrator:


“Look at me,” she whispered, her hand on my chin. “Do you want this? Do you want him to fuck me?” She was so quiet I almost didn’t hear her, and all I could do was nod in response.

Kelly reached one hand between her legs, but she never looked away. Her lips parted, and I could hear Brent grunting as he focused. The muscles in her arm tightened, her ass shifted, and suddenly her eyes opened wide. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and I knew it was done. I kissed her once, but I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned back, my hand on my cock as I watched, and then I finally looked down. After all this time, I had to see it.

Her thighs were open, wider this time, and her lips were bright red. I stared in awe as I saw her stretched around Brent’s thick cock, only half of him inside her. She closed her eyes and started to moan, her hips moving so slowly as she pushed down. Inch by inch he opened her, stretched her, and filled her, as she bit her lip and began to moan his name. I lifted her leg higher, hearing her scream, and I leaned in closer. He was moaning too, as he struggled not to move, letting her take as much as she could.

It felt like hours before finally he filled her all the way, and she moaned sounds I had never heard. Her body shook, the vein in his cock pulsed, but they held still for an eternity, him buried inside her. His cock inside my Babygirl. It was hard enough to watch, but the listening was something else completely. She grew louder and louder, even as they held still, and I was in awe. She was coming and they had barely started.

“Fuck, it feels good. It’s so fucking big, but…”

“Is it okay?” he asked, speaking for the first time.

She nodded her head as she tried moving, and I couldn’t look away. There was another man inside my little girl, and she was coming just from him entering her. She was clenching around him, moaning for him, and I knew everything was about to change.

“Say it, Babygirl.” My voice was a whisper, but she looked at me, her face clouded with lust. “Tell him what you want. It’s okay. You’ve already sucked his cock, so say it.”

It took a moment for it to register on her face, but then it was done.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. It was quiet at first, but it grew louder in seconds, and her simple request was instantly the sweet sound of her begging. “Fuck me, Brent. Please, fuck me hard. Do it, please, I need it.”

And then he began to move, as I lay there jerking off while I watched. At first, he slid in and out of her, once pulling all the way out until she begged him to put it back in, but then they fucked. There’s no other way to describe it, and I was in heaven. He slammed into her cunt, and she pushed against him. He thrust into her, and the screaming and moaning must have woken the neighborhood.

“You are so tight,” he screamed as he fucked my little girlfriend, and I was amazed. Not at their bodies, and not even at the size of his cock. I was in awe at how easily they moved, how loudly they begged, and how sweetly they fucked. When I kissed her mouth, Kelly smiled at me, and I was back to being myself, the jealousy completely overtaken by my want. I moved up on the bed, pulling a pillow behind my back, and I took her by the hair and forced her eyes to look up at me.

Brent rolled her over onto her knees, her whimper only lasting the few seconds he wasn’t inside her, and then he fucked her again. I lowered her mouth to my cock and she swallowed me without a moment’s wait. She grabbed me, sucked me into her mouth, and pushed back onto him.

“I love you so much,” she whispered, looking into my eyes. And then she was back around me, deepthroating me, and gagging each time he pushed her onto me. The world was a blur.

“Do you like getting fucked?” I asked, even though I knew she couldn’t answer. “Do you like having his big cock inside you? Do you like fucking Daddy’s friend?”

She started to come again, all of us having already lost count, and her body shook with screams of joy and release. She shook, her hands still on me even as she bucked her hips against him. I could see her orgasm move through her, and the expression on her face went from complete adoration to unfettered lust. She was prettier than I had ever seen her before.

“Guys, I’m gonna come soon,” Brent said. He looked at me for the first time and shrugged his shoulders like we were just having a chat. I thought for a moment, then pulled her forward and threw her down on her back. I knelt above her and jerked off as she opened her legs wide.

“Keep fucking me,” she moaned, and he was back inside her without a word. I watched them fuck, my eyes moving from her face to her pussy, and when I reached down and rubbed her clit she screamed my name. He started to shake and looked at me once more, as if asking me the question that I knew was on all our minds.

“Come on her,” I said. “Come on her stomach.”

He pulled out a second later, and somehow, maybe because we had been friends forever, we started to come at the same time – him between her legs, leaning forward – and me onto her lips, her chin, and her neck. Our fists were blurs as we pumped and jerked, and all three of us were making noises that were new. I watched his come land on her stomach, and even then I had an ounce of regret. It was beautiful and sexy, but no matter what the danger, there was a part of me that had longed to see him come inside her.

I pushed the thought away as I watched her open her lips around me, licking the come off my cock as her own body continued to spasm on the bed. She held me in her hand, even as she rubbed his come into her skin with the other, and by the time I kissed her mouth I was in love all over again. The mess on her body was perfect, and even her red and swollen pussy was a piece of art. Everything about the scene was a dream, and I never wanted to wake up…

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HOW YOU WATCH

“Do you want to watch us fuck?”

I nodded my head, but the truth is I wasn’t sure. I like watching sometimes, and I like being there, but I have to be in the right frame of mind to really enjoy it.

“I want to try something different,” she said, taking him by the hand and leading us both to the bedroom. “I’ve never had anyone watch like this.”

My curiosity was definitely piqued, and I sat on the foot of the bed while they undressed each other. Their kissing grew more ferocious as he pulled off her top, and she was biting his neck by the time his cock was hard and in her hand. She knelt for just a few minutes, and while it was perfectly nice to see, it wasn’t anything especially new.

“Get on you back,” she said, pushing him on the bed a few seconds later. He lay down and she straddled him, facing me. She waved me closer with one finger as she sat down, and I leaned in closely as she rubbed the head of his cock against her lips. I had forgotten they were fluid bonded, and as I lay down on my stomach I suddenly realized this was indeed not normally how I watch.

They were inches from me, and I stared with wide eye as she pushed down around him. She leaned back, and the mechanics of their fucking took up my whole frame of vision. They both moaned when he was all the way inside her, and I could see everything. The ridge that ran up the outside of his cock was glistening, and the lips of her cunt opened and closed around him as they moved. On occasion she’d sit up just enough for him to pop out and then slowly she’d lower herself back down around him.

Within minutes my nostrils were filled with their sex, and my hands were on her thighs. She looked down as well, and I couldn’t tell if she was still amazed by her own body or if it was my burning eyes on them that did the trick.

“Do you want to taste me?” she asked, her voice thick and slow.

“Yes,” I said, leaning in even closer.

With one hand she pulled him from her and without pause she rubbing him against my lips. I didn’t wait for a bigger invitation before opening my mouth around him and tasting both of them. I gripped the base of his cock as she fucked him once again, and we began an irregular pattern of me taking him into my mouth or sucking her clit while they fucked. Their moans grew louder and faster, but it was almost as if they weren’t there. All that mattered to me was one soaking wet cunt and one ridiculously hard cock.

When she came the whole building heard. She grabbed my hair, pushed down around him, and clenched her thighs and cunt. She swore and she cried, and at the very last minute she pulled my mouth to her clit. I could feel her trembling, him twitching, and suddenly his balls were tightening, and I swear I could watch the come move up the length of his cock until his cries were mixed in with hers.

Each time I touched them at all their skin twitched and their muscles tightened. And when she sat up once more I leaned in and tasted both of their come. First, I licked up the length of his cock as he clenched the sheets in his hands and cried out. Then I opened her swollen cunt with my tongue and taste them there. I licked and sucked, pausing only to stare at their bodies, amazed at how delightfully messy they were.

They were red, purple, and vermillion. Their flesh was engorged with blood, wet with their own fluids, and trembling with the spasms of their coming. All of my senses were filled, and each one said “more” to my nearly useless brain.

“Well, that was different,” he said, as she rolled off him. They kissed for a long while before looking back at me with sheepish grins.

“Thanks for letting me watch,” I said.

“If that’s how you watch, we might have to do it again.”

 

Watching Anyone Get Fucked

Photo ©2013 by the Dirty Gentleman

Photo ©2013 by the Dirty Gentleman

“Why aren’t we naked yet?”

We had made our way back to Michelle’s apartment after two hours of tequila, and this was the best idea we had all night. I looked at them, they looked at me, and we giggled as we pulled off our shirts. Steph was naked before I had even started on my pants, and by the time I looked up again they were rolling around on the bed in a tangle of limbs and kisses.

They rolled over towards me as I dropped my briefs to the floor, and I was suddenly aware that my cock was not standing at attention. One of them reached out a hand as the other looked up at my eyes, and I could feel the change come over my body. It ran up my leg, across my thigh, through my gut, and into my chest.

“I love watching men grow hard. It’s like a silent applause.”

They leaned in until I could feel a breath against me, and when I pictured them sucking, I twitched. They giggled and smiled and licked their lips as I twitched again, and all three of us watched in amazement as blood flowed into my cock making it rise to meet their patient mouths. I reached both hands down and ran fingers through their hair as they kissed me, and seconds later I was between them on the bed with legs wrapped around my body.

There was no planning at all as Michelle straddled me, and I didn’t think as I opened my mouth on her smooth cunt. I tried to ignore the lips around my cock and focus on what I was doing, but within seconds I had no attention to give. I was on autopilot as she pushed her hips down around me, and I wanted to drown. Her voice positioned me as much as her thighs, and when she screamed the loudest I kept on going.

“I want to watch you fuck her,” Steph whispered suddenly from the foot of the bed. We all paused in our tracks. Michelle rolled off of me and kissed my mouth as I felt hands and latex on my cock. Two seconds later I was covered and ready, and both of my friends were watching with wide eyes.

“Fuck her for me,” she said as she positioned herself next to us. I climbed between legs and rubbed up against her before looking at the girl next to us. “Do it,” she said again as two fingers slipped into her own cunt.

Michelle opened around me and moaned into my ear as I pushed inside her, but my eyes never left the girl next to us. She was watching and writhing, and despite the fact that I was fucking one beautiful woman, I instantly wanted to be fucking another. I felt nails on my back and I kept on moving as I watched, but my mind was no longer my own. I was picturing Steph’s body beneath me, and her hands on my throat. I imagined her cunt taking me in, and her breasts pressing against my chest.

I started to come the second I heard her and it felt like we never stopped. She clenched her thighs around fingers and screamed out as I shook and trembled. Michelle encouraged us both. She clenched around me as she told us to come, and by the time I collapsed on top of her I was exhausted.

“He was totally eye fucking you,” she whispered to her friend as I kissed her neck and hair.

“And he was totally fucking you,” she said back. “I’ve wanted to see that forever. It’s my favorite thing.”

“Watching her get fucked?” I asked.

“Watching anyone get fucked.” She leaned over and kissed my lips. I sighed into her mouth. “But especially watching people I love.”

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.