By Richard_Gilliam. [google-translator] I’m turning the big 4-0 and my wife, Rachel, is planning a party. She really had no choice but to tell me since the caterers needed to set up in advance. She told me it would be beyond anything I could imagine, which is high praise, but that was all she was going to say to me. I’m just an average Joe. In fact, my name is Joe. I am of average height, weight,
Read moreBy LOAAC. Read Part ONE Here! ***** Part 2… I woke up to the familiar sound of the shower running–the rhythmic patter of water against tile, punctuated by soft, muffled moans. The sheets beside me were cold, rumpled where Aria had been. The indentation in the mattress still held the warmth of her body, the faint scent of sex and sweat clinging to the fabric. I rolled onto my side, listening. The shower glass was fogged, but
Read moreBy RandyKneeling. [google-translator] “Richard, it’s time for the main course. After that, you can do whatever you want.” My wife pushed me down between her legs, the place I spent most of my time pleasing her. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not complaining. Mary was tall, with a slender body, long-toned legs, and a lusty libido. I’m an unremarkable man whose best feature is a thick head of dark, wavy hair. Not much to go on if you’re a guy.
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part 1 HERE! Read Part 2 HERE! Read Part 3 HERE! ***** Part 4… I’m left slumped in the armchair, chest heaving and skin slick with sweat. The taste of my own cum clings to my throat, bitter and shameful, but it grounds me in this haze of submission, my tiny dick softening against my thigh, spent yet already stirring from the afterglow of her dominance. The living room feels too quiet now, the echo of
Read moreBy NothingStranger. [google-translator] Read Part ONE Here. Read Part TWO Here. ***** Part 3… I was almost at my limit. I didn’t want her to stop, but I knew the risk if I finished when I wasn’t supposed to. I was desperate, though, and the grip of her dainty fingers on my tiny little cock felt so incredible. I moaned into the gag. I wasn’t sure if it was a warning to stop or a plea to
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part 1 HERE! Read Part 2 HERE! ***** Part 3… My tiny dick, barely softening, throbs in my loose grip, slick with the remnants of my earlier mess. I release it for a moment, slumping back in the armchair, the leather creaking under me. The house feels emptier than ever, silent except for the distant hum of the fridge. She’s out there, living her wild night, while I’m stuck here, chained to this chair
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part 1 HERE! ***** Part 2… The minutes drag on like hours, my tiny dick throbbing in my fingers as I edge myself on the couch, the photo of her creampied pussy burned into my mind. The living room feels stifling, the scent of my own arousal hanging heavy in the air. I glance at the clock—half an hour since her last message. My phone sits silent beside me, mocking my wait, but deep
Read moreBy LilDean. The cracked screen of my phone lit up with Debbie’s name—same as always, just ‘Debbie,’ no heart emoji, no pet name. I hadn’t changed it since the breakup. My thumb hovered over the notification as the AC unit rattled, as if it were coughing up a lung. Her message was simple: ‘Hey Stranger 😜 How are you?’ Like we hadn’t spent six months tangled in each other’s beds, her teeth marks still faint on my shoulder.
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] I’m alone in the house, a prisoner of my own insecurities and desires. The silence is broken by the familiar buzz of my phone, a sound that sends a jolt of anticipation through my body. I pick it up, my heart racing, knowing it’s her—my Sue—sending another tantalizing glimpse into her wild night out. The first picture appears on the screen, and my breath catches. She’s there, my beautiful, confident Sue, surrounded by laughter and
Read moreBy LOAAC. [google-translator] It’s hard to believe this adventure began 10 years ago. On our 2015 anniversary, I took my wife to one of our favourite restaurants for dinner. The summer sun was just starting to set over Vancouver, and the golden-hour light was twinkling off our mocktails. My wife, Aria, was wearing a beautiful floral dress that plunged enough to show some of her ample 36C cleavage and was tight enough to emphasize her hourglass figure
Read moreBy LID900. [google-translator] This is probably a ninety-plus percent true story I published on Literotica, but it was my first story. I made many mistakes and reshaped as much as I could. ***** It was a cold night in late 2000. My girlfriend Nancy and I, Danny, were both nineteen, college sophomores. The only thing was that we went to different schools. She had just finished pledging her sorority, and we were going to her first party as
Read moreBy TakeItOrLeaveIt. [google-translator] Read Part One HERE ***** Part 2… I woke at just gone midnight, balls aching and the steel of the cock cage pinching against my shaft and cockhead. I clutched at the cage and pulled up, trying to relieve the pressure. I turned to Sarah, the key, threaded on a silver chain, hung between her breasts. I thought to wake her, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the whistle of her breath
Read moreBy TakeItOrLeaveIt. [google-translator] ‘You said you wanted to fix this, fix us.’ There had been tears, tears leading up to this moment. But this was something different. Now, Sarah looked resolute. Now, Sarah looked unshakeable. Now, Sarah appeared righteous in her determination. ‘I do, I do want to fix this,’ I said, and god did I mean it. Cos, in the end, whatever else, I’d done this, this was my fault, I’d done this to us, and
Read moreBy RandyKneeling. [google-translator] Ours started as many cuckold relationships do. It had been close to a year since my longtime girlfriend, Alexandra, and I first talked about her fucking someone else, but only three weeks ago that it got real. All those months we teased each other with the idea, fueling our passion with the fantasy of another man. It was my fantasy at first, and she had to drag it out of me. I was so afraid she’d be
Read moreBy camplife4us. [google-translator] My wife is the shy and quiet type. She struggles with dirty talk in the bedroom. I enjoy talking dirty to her, and I enjoy her talking dirty to me. I like being humiliated and dominated on occasion, and we’ve played with this some, but my wife is very timid to talk dirty about much, even if it is just role play. We went to the bedroom a couple of nights ago, and both got cleaned up
Read moreBy WMAF_obsession. [google-translator] My name is KEVIN. I’m a 26-year-old Asian guy. I live in San Francisco, where it’s impossible to ignore the huge number of WMAF couples. I’ve seen so many Asian women walking down the street arm-in-arm with white guys. Also, some of these Asian women will smirk at me. (My Asian male friends have also reported similar looks from Asian women and sometimes from the white guys they’re with. They enjoy rubbing it in.) So
Read moreBy uppishcarrot. [google-translator] Jack had always thought of himself as the kind of man who got what he wanted. He worked hard, he looked the part, and he carried himself with the crisp confidence of someone accustomed to being taken seriously. Louise, his wife, only amplified that image: a former fashion model, still stunning, with the poise of a woman who knew she was desired wherever she went. They were, by every measure, a perfect couple. Except behind
Read moreBy StraponHubby. [google-translator] Right from our first date, it was apparent that Amy knew what she wanted and focused on getting it. Whether it was professional objectives, fitness goals, or anything else she set her sights on, she would go for it. “I get that from my mom,” she told me while we enjoyed breakfast at a local greasy spoon restaurant. “My mother can be very… determined, let’s say.” Luckily, Amy’s own determination was presently focused on
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Amy pushed open the door to the tiny ladies’ room, the door clicking shut behind her in the cramped space. The restaurant’s Mom-and-Pop vibe meant no frills: just a sink, a mirror, and the toilet squeezed against the wall. She locked the door, her short skirt riding up her thighs as she hiked it higher. Her fingers hooked the thin strap of her thong, yanking it aside to expose her shaved pussy. She lowered herself
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] The dinner at my new girlfriend’s old house had hit me hard. My stomach churned like a storm, and I bolted for the bathroom upstairs, the creaky wooden floors groaning under my 245 pounds. The place was a relic—peeling wallpaper, a tub that looked as if it hadn’t been scrubbed since the 1970s. I slammed the door and twisted the lock, but it felt loose, like it might give way with a strong push. No
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