INICIAR SESIÓNWhen Armaan asks his wife to fúck his business partner, it’s meant to be a gift, until he realizes his obsession with being a cúckold husband who loves to watch.••••••••I’ve always liked sharing what’s mine.Scratch that.I was so generous that I could even share my wife’s pússy with another man.I could watch another man want her, touch what I already own.It was a different kind of hunger to see another man’s thick cøck thrust into my wife’s cúnt.When I married Rhea, she fell for that part of me; my money, my confidence, the way nothing I own feels off-limits. With me, everything is open. Everything is offered.So when I told her I wanted her to fúck my business partners, she didn’t scream or walk away.She just looked at me, slow and thoughtful, lips parted slightly, like she was deciding how badly she wanted to be shared.“Why do I have to fúck another man for your business venture,” she had asked. Her voice had been flat, tired, stripped of drama.I had smiled and reached for
Wild Threesome With My Ex (3)I tried to pull out slightly just to regain control, but her legs locked tighter around me.Izzy explained, “While Charlotte was kissing me, I unbuttoned her blouse.” Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she continued watching my reaction.She went on, “She stopped groping my ass long enough for me to pull it off her. Then I took her bra off. It unsnapped in the front, so her tits just popped out.”I exhaled sharply as she continued speaking.Izzy said, “I bent down and started sucking on her nipple.”I grunted under my breath, trying to stay composed, but her hips shifted and tightened the tension between us.Izzy laughed softly and observed, “You’re struggling to keep it together.”I swallowed and said, “Keep going.”She continued, “She pushed me onto my bed and immediately put her face to my cunt.”I let out a low breath as I listened.Izzy added, “Her tongue was all over me. If I was sober, maybe I would have come right there.”She shifted slightly and c
Wild Threesome With My Ex (2)I wasn’t going to hide anything from her, so I gave her the basics: the office flirting, and that first time I fingered Christina in the bar, and the fact that things never really progressed from there.Izzy tilted her head and observed, “She’s kind of like the one that got away.”I shrugged and answered, “Not really.”Izzy leaned back slightly and noted, “I can see it in your eyes. Don’t worry. I’m not jealous.”I exhaled and admitted, “Okay, yeah, she was sexy. I wanted to take things further, but it never happened.”Izzy glanced up and asked, “She’s engaged now?”I nodded once and confirmed, “Yeah.”Izzy smirked and suggested, “So let’s hang out with her and her fiancé.”I blinked and objected, “What? That would be awkward.”Izzy smiled wider and insisted, “I want to see this girl. I want to know what the fuss was all about.”I texted Christina and invited her to dinner on Wednesday, the one night we didn’t have booked with other friends.Christina rep
Izzy and I had been dating for about ten months when we decided to take a trip to New York City. It was her first visit to the Big Apple, but not mine.I had lived there for a few years after college before moving back to my hometown of Boston. I still had plenty of friends there.As we planned our trip, we found ourselves booked for the whole week. Touristy stuff during the day and dinner and drinks at night with various friends.Izzy was so excited. As we were getting ready to leave my apartment, she took a selfie of us with our suitcases. She posted it on Instagram with the caption, Izzy said, "On our way to NYC."Izzy was so cute, a 5'3" redhead with wide hips and a lightly freckled face. She wore tight jeans and a scoop neck T-shirt that showed off her C-cup breasts.She caught me ogling her body and grinned. Then she grabbed my phone and opened Instagram, liking and sharing her post with my account.Izzy said, "There, now all your friends know we're coming.""I already told them
In a bid to silence him, I pulled his boxers down, and out sprang his thick, long cock.Roger stroked my hair, getting lost in my messy bun.I started by kissing the tip of his cock, and he smelled of the gym.A soft “mmhmm” escaped his lips as I continued to trail kisses to his pelvis.I memorised every vein that protruded from his cock.Cupping his balls, I took his cock into my mouth, suckling softly like he was my jumbo lolly.“Oh yes, Dove, look at how beautiful you look,” Roger grunted as he gently massaged my head, encouraging me to continue.I took another couple of inches into my mouth, tightening my cheek muscles to create further pleasure for my man.I fisted the base of his cock with my hand and pumped slowly to increase the inner turmoil I was igniting in him.Taking the leap, I pushed his entire length into my mouth.My throat resisted the intrusion as I continued hitting the back.Saliva spilled from the corners of my mouth as I struggled to keep him in that same positi
Being a widow isn’t something I imagined happening to me at such a young age.Rogan had left me, and I miss him every day.I yearn for his touch and dominance.I yearn for the family we should have had.When he left us two years ago, his father stepped in and treated me like I belonged to him.I was safe again.Roger, fifty-six and ex-military, was my saviour.I owed that man my life.He had black hair, a handlebar moustache, and pure muscle, with military tattoos covering his shoulder and left arm.Standing at six feet six inches, he kept me stoic while dealing with his own grief.He was the strong man I needed to help me around the house when he visited every other day.If I didn’t have him, I’d be lost.Friday rolled around rapidly, and I had no plans whatsoever, aside from walking the empty halls of this house.A fuller house awaited me next week, as I would dog sit for my sister.As I pondered the inner workings of my life, the doorbell chimed.Roger was here to save the day agai
His Horny Slút (3)I should not want this. That is the thought I keep repeating, but my body refuses to obey. Every shift of my hips makes me wetter, and the sound of it fills the quiet air, obscene and shameless. The woman I pretend to be in boardrooms, the one who sits in tailored suits and comma
A sealed envelope leads a married couple to an invitation never meant to be declined, and a party designed to test how far curiosity can go. Will they fall for this or ride the waves of their séxual fantasies? Find out NOW!!!•••••••The mysterious invitation first arrived via the mail on Tuesday.
Swap Party Orgy(3)I laugh and roll off the bed, still catching my breath. A thin stream of cúm slides down my thigh. I wipe it away with my fingers, then grab him by the hair, yank his face down, and kiss him hard. Our tongues tangle, messy and wet. Then I walk away without looking back.The main
Wet Panties (4)The porch was warm under my bare feet. The air smelled like pine, like dirt and woodsmoke. Somewhere far off, a cicada buzzed in the trees. We hadn’t bothered with clothes. I followed her outside in nothing but a thin blanket, dragging it around my shoulders while Marlie stepped ahe







