Mag-log inJANEThe silence in Ted's office lasted too long neither of us said a word about what I had seen this morning .But it was there. Hanging between us. Thick and hot and suffocating.I remembered the way his hand had moved. Fast. Desperate. His head thrown back against the headboard, his mouth open, a groan caught in his throat. He hadn't heard me open the door. He hadn't known I was there until I gasped.And then his eyes had snapped open. Embarrassed for only a second before something else took over. Something hungrier."You're quiet, you don’t like the idea of fun?," Ted said."So are you."He leaned back in his chair. His hand rested on his thigh. I watched his fingers tap once, twice, three times against the fabric of his pants."I've been thinking about this morning," he asserted, My stomach dropped. My heart was picking up a pace… was he going to call me out? Slut shame me?"Ted—" I stuttered, trailing off at the ends of my words"I'm not going to apologize for it." His voice
JANET.I felt sore, in every way possible, and everything of the context. My throat burned, my head felt so heavy, my gaze blurred, I felt nauseous… sick to my fucking belly.Pushing myself up, I glanced around… where was I? A sticky note stared silently by my pillow, I picked it up to read a scribbled message.“Your alcohol level is shitty, Janet, I’ve left for the trip. Driver would be there by ten… get anything you want anywhere… love you… There’s a black card on the table and a key sis”I groaned, tossing my head back, feeling utterly like I’d been run over repeatedly by a freight train. I should not have drunk that much.I dragged myself out of the sheets, reaching for my phone, feeling the urge to pee only to realize it was twenty-three past nine. The driver would be here any minute…I glanced around the enormous house, where was my room? We’d drunk and ended up asleep… I couldn’t be late for my interview.My legs sloshed in wake as I staggered, pushing my body against the rail
JANET’S POVCasting one last gaze at the church, I set myself into the seat beside my sister Anna, who had her arms out of the window, a cigarette strapped to her lips, and a brown bag next to her phone charger in the car.“Oh please, Janet, I told you staying there was going to ruin your life. Such a waste of… how long was it again… a decade? Two?” Anna asked.She stared at the Covet, she didn’t do religion. I’d converted to being a nun on my twentieth birthday. It’s been ten years, and for a moment today, I’m not sure if it just stuck to my sister for too long, but her words were seemingly more harsh than they tend to be previously.“Thanks for coming. You know you really didn’t have to,” I spoke again in hopes of lifting the mood when my dearest sister scoffed again.“Are you shitting me? I’ve been waiting for that call forever. Such a waste of your talents and such banging body you have, sister. Well, welcome right back to the world… baby.” She blew smoke right into my face, causi
I watched as the broad head of his cock pressed against her, slowly spreading her slick folds. He kept pushing and rocking his hips, the head slipping in and popping back out again, over and over, like he was teasing both of them. Then he shifted slightly lower, maybe an inch, and this time when he pushed forward, he did it slowly, carefully. I saw her body tense as her pussy stretched around the head of his cock, taking it in inch by inch until it finally swallowed him. They kept kissing, deeply and hungrily, while he stayed completely still, the tip of his cock buried inside her, for at least thirty seconds.That was the moment reality hit me, hard, like getting smashed by a bus. I was watching another man’s cock inside my wife, no condom, and I was the one who had set the whole thing in motion. Any sense I had vanished the second she wrapped her hand around him. Still, my chest filled with a strange mix of emotions—jealousy, raw arousal, shock, and an impatient need to see more. Af
This was, without a doubt, the most erotic moment of my entire life, watching a twenty-two-year-old man standing between my wife’s legs as she sat there, hands resting on her knees, waiting. His cock was so rigid that he had to push the front of his briefs forward to pull them down, and when the waistband finally slipped past the head, his erection snapped back against his stomach.Jane chuckled softly.“Excited, are we?”He let out a nervous laugh. “You really, really have no idea.”I had told my wife about my fantasy of watching her with another man, and my sweet wife had promised that if I found someone, she would make it happen.Jack’s cock was maybe an inch longer than mine and about as thick, but the head was unusually large, completely disproportionate to the rest of him. It looked like a ripe plum perched at the end of his shaft. His cock stood straight up, a wet, shiny smear circling the tip, a clear drop of pre-cum glistening at the opening.He stepped in front of my wife, c
James’s POVThere are thousands of men who fantasize about their wives having sex with another man. I was one of them.And tonight, I was going to get lucky. Tonight, I was going to watch my wife fuck Luke, the twenty-year-old son of our neighbors.From the very first moment he met her, Luke had been hopelessly taken with my wife, Jane. He was a handsome kid with an athletic build, though clearly sheltered by his mother his entire life. Over the years he’d lived next door, he’d grown comfortable around us, and we around him. It wasn’t unusual to walk in after work and find him stretched out on our couch, watching TV like he belonged there.That evening, Jane and I returned home from date night to find Luke exactly there, lying on the couch, remote in hand.“Hey,” he said casually. “How was date night?”“It was good,” I replied, my arm wrapped around Jane. She was a little tipsy from all the wine she’d had and struggled to kick off her shoes, nearly losing her balance.Luke jumped up i
Third-person’s POV“Alpha Thor!” She screamed at the top of her lungs and trembled in fear. The earth quaked as he pounded towards me, padding his heavy paws with all his might. He was just a few inches from her, and she still considered the option of running for her life even though she wouldn'
My pussy blasts with stepdad’s thick cock! When his hips ram against my skinny ass and drive me to the edge of the bench, I groan. Dirty.Helpless. “Please…” My nails dig into the foam. I'm not sure why I'm pleading, but I need a bit of mercy. “You want to be daddy’s dirty thing, right?” He chu
Trigger warning: This story contains explicit imagery the 'Fuck A Beast' fetish. Go to the next Story if this isn't your cup of tea. Chapter One: Break A Golden RuleXylia’s POV ‘No matter what you do, never cross the lawn!!!’Alpha Thor’s grim note echoed in my head. I've been his loyal mate for
His olive skin shimmers under the running water. And the monster cock between his thighs dangles with each movement. Water trickles down the thick length like veins and meets at the tip of his cock. The view is wild. It's a waterfall a girl my age has no business seeing. ‘Ash!’ No matter how ha







