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He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

The touch lingers. I shift, pressing my thighs together. My pussy is already getting wet. This is ridiculous. They’re just being nice. But my body hasn’t been touched properly in weeks, and something about the way they look at me—like they can see straight through my polite smiles—makes me clench. Clara sets her wine down and scoots closer on my other side. “Let’s help you relax. Tell us what you really need out here.” The conversation drifts. They share stories about the other wives in the neighborhood. The secret parties. The way certain husbands travel and certain wives… entertain themselves. Their laughter is low and knowing.

When she came, clenching hard around him, he followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling into the condom with a shuddering groan. They collapsed onto the couch afterward, laughing breathlessly at how desperate they’d been. Dinner was forgotten in favor of slow, lazy kisses and conversation that stretched late into the night. Julian talked about his early career struggles; Maya shared her fears about grad school applications and what the future might hold. The sex was incredible, but these quiet moments afterward—naked limbs tangled, his fingers tracing her spine—deepened the connection in ways neither had expected.

Lila’s hands trembled as she stepped into the dimly lit luxury suite on the 28th floor. The city lights sparkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was on the five men waiting for her. All tall, powerfully built, dark-skinned, and exuding raw confidence. They wore nothing but loose silk robes that did little to hide the heavy outlines of their cocks. This was it , her fantasy made real. At 29, married for six years to a man whose vanilla sex life had left her starving, Lila had finally said yes to the anonymous booking.

Her tits bounced violently and got slapped red. The dirty talk grew louder and filthier. "Look at this cum covered whore. Six college guys destroying her holes at 2 a.m." "She is going to be sore for days but she will come back for more tomorrow." Lena came again and again until her voice grew hoarse from screaming. By the time the guys started unloading their second loads of the night, she was a trembling, dripping mess. Cum filled her pussy and ass and covered her face, tits, and stomach.

She’s my wife’s daughter, so I tried to act right, ignoring her flirty looks and tight outfits. But today, watching that p**n with her on the couch, her thighs pressed together and her nipples poking through her top, I lost it. Her vagina was so tight, squeezing my cock like a glove, and the way she moaned “Zaddy” while I fucked her deep made me never want to stop. Even her mouth, sucking me off, gagging on my cock while I came down her throat it was better than I’d ever imagined.

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And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

"It's the twenty-first century: no one expects you to marry a guy just because you share his bed a few times." "If I was back in the city, I'd agree with you," Bree replied, "but as much as I love it, North Cambridge is a really small town. You have no idea how hard it is to keep a secret there. Back when Frankie was alive, I used to hear him and his buddies talk all the time about which women in town were easy lays. Guys like to talk worse than women, especially about who they've slept with."

I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.