A Better Man Than I

If you haven't been following our adventures, Nadia is my wife. 5'10 gorgeous Eastern European heritage. We married very young and I was her first. Nadia is a sweet and flirty but innocent. So by now my innocent wife has not only had two short encounters with Matt, been watched by Steve, she's spent an entire night in bed with Matt. Work took Matt and I, as well as our team, out of town for a few weeks. Nadia and I had spoken, having had her night with Matt she was more than happy to grant me a kitchen pass. I punched the pass with a waitress at a bar while out of town but that's not what you're here to read about. Some time had gone by since Nadia and Matt's night together. I was back out of town. Matt was home though. One afternoon Matt messaged me. "Hey bud, you okay if I invite Nadia over for dinner? I get it if it's not cool though." He messaged. "It's all good, go ahead. Enjoy! If anything happens, you just have to let me know how ...

Note: This not a story that shrunk in the wash. It is part of the Literotica 750 Word Project 2021. There are exactly 750 words. * A few years ago, when I was between wives, I had a bit of a fling with a woman who was up for pretty much anything. C was a freelance writer. When we met, she had just ghost-written a 'How-to' book for a well-known psychotherapist. The manuscript was what my boss, Jack Bungay, called 'a ninety-percenter.' 'It's quite good, but not quite good enough,' Jack said. 'Needs tightening. Needs pulling together.' I read the manuscript, made a few notes, and then C and I sat down to discuss some of the possibilities. We met at her flat, above an electrical appliances shop at the wrong end of Portobello Road. The room in which we met was more or less square, but the wall opposite the window overlooking the street was covered in mirror tiles, so the room appeared to be twice as long as it actually was. In the centre of the room, th...

From that point on, Ruth started to take the lead in bed. She still loved it when I would fuck her relentlessly, but she did take a liking to me wearing a cock ring and watching as I sucked on her cock dido during fucking. I didn't think it was weird at all especially as I was a randy young man wanting as much sex as I could get my hands on, so I went along with it. As couples do, we got talking about fantasies and what she liked and disliked. I owned up telling her. "I have to admit, I do like the idea of group sex, but," I looked at her and held her hand, "I completely understand your opinion about swinging." She looked at me and asked, "So do you want to try it?" I looked at her questioningly. She said, "I just don't think I could ever go that far, but if you wanted to, you would have to tell me everything." I was getting nervous, and asked if she was serious, also, I wondered just what sort of woman I had got involved with. She was ...

Though I've never met you in person, and we've been chatting and calling for only a short time, you've become a close friend, an adored lover, and my Master. Since we live across the country from each other, three time zones apart, I thought I'd never get to actually meet you. And, more importantly, as a married woman almost twice your age - my oldest being 25, just two years younger than you - I felt I didn't deserve you, my sweet boy. But you called me your MILF, and through your care I came to believe I deserved the intimacy lacking in my marriage, the intimacy which you have given me, your slave, your slut, so freely. And somehow things fell into place, and soon my dream of meeting you will come true. My anticipation increases as the plane lands and taxis to the flight terminal. When I find myself on the walkway disembarking from the plane, my heart jumps into my throat. My hands shake, and I can barely swallow or breathe. As I step around the corner and the l...

Over the next two weeks Mark and I fucked four more times. We had free reign of the house while Courtney was at work and I strategically had sex in any place I felt was vindictive and would hurt Courtney if she found out. He fucked me missionary on the couch right where she typically sat or laid her head. We did the same upstairs in the spare bedroom, before finishing doggy's style. I told Mark I'd change the sheets before the next time June visited but I had absolutely no intention to follow through. We fucked twice In Courtney's bed at my insistence. The first time I assumed all control, riding him forward and backwards for what seemed like an hour before making him cum. The second session in her bed was shorter but much more intense. It was hard, hair pulling sex in just about every position possible - one position rapidly transitioning to another before he finished inside me with his hand around my throat. When Courtney or Derek were around we acted normal. We didn...

Family Pets Another entry in this series. The entries are not related it's more linked by theme. Not a lot to say on this one, just trying to keep up a reasonable output after about year of very little. Marcus shifted restlessly as he tried to sleep in the cramped position of an airplane seat. He was going home on break from his second year of college. He was not looking forward to his return. His father had recently remarried. It wasn't that he disliked Ayane, she wasn't half his father's age even, only about ten years younger, still old enough to be his mother. Truthfully it was his new stepsister Yuuka that he hadn't taken to. It wasn't that she was unpleasant or an annoying younger sibling. In truth she was almost a year older. The problem was she referred to him as "big brother" in a voice that bothered him, although he couldn't say why. He tried to ignore this, after all she might just be using it literally as he was nearly six feet tall an...

The club was loud and packed with people. Industrial music blared from speakers and people danced to the music. I leaned against the wall and took another drink. I had been drinking beer all night and was starting to feel tipsy. Pete, my friend, had dragged me to this club because he wanted to unwind after a long workweek. I hadn't been to a club in years and was surprised by how much I enjoyed the experience. The club was diverse with people from different backgrounds and sexual orientations. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Pete was talking to a woman near me. She was dressed all in black like many others in the club. Her hair was tied into two pigtails and she had on a silver collar around her neck. She was pretty and Pete was really into her. I didn't want to be a third wheel to their party so I decided to head out onto the dancefloor. I saw a beautiful redhead in a black dress dancing to the music. Our eyes locked on one another and she gave me a smile. I smiled...

My head was spinning as I walked up the long garden back to the wedding reception. I felt dizzy, faint almost, but I knew I had to get the fuck out of there, before my jealousy got the best of me. I rejoined the wedding reception, and ordered myself a double vodka on the rocks. Once I sat down and started to sip my cocktail, I felt better, and I started to scan the room to see if I knew any of the other attendees. As my eyes drifted across the dance floor, I saw Matt. At well over six feet tall, he has a tendency to stand out in a crowd, and today was no exception, his powerful physique attracting the attention of numerous woman as he gyrated on the dance floor. Predictably, Matt was an excellent dancer, possessing a strong sense of rhythm, and some very fancy footwork. I began to wonder if there was anything that he didn't excel at, this thought causing my jealousy to rise immediately to the surface. Matt had only just returned from the Summer House within the last few minutes, ...

LUKE CAGE Going from neighborhood to neighborhood in Manhattan can be a pretty wild experience. Me, I live up in the triple digit streets of Harlem, well out of the shadow of the high tech skyscrapers downtown like the Baxter Building or Stark Tower. You head across Lower Manhattan, to Chinatown and Little Fuzhou, you might as well be in the middle of Hong Kong. Herbal stores, noodle shops, discount electronics, laundromats, all decorated with kanji and dragons and pagoda towers or paifang arches. Chinatown got started as a conclave of Asian immigrants all forced together by circumstance, and the set tripping down here has been getting out of control lately. Cantonese vs non-Cantonese, Vietnamese vs Korean. Some Yakuza offshoot calling itself "the Hand" even built a goddamn feudal Japanese castle in the middle of a demolished city block that they called the Shadowland. The speakers in my sky blue hooptie are blaring "Express Yourself" as I speed the whole way down...

I blame it all on partying!! Ok, 75% of it on the smoke. Maybe 10% on the booze, and the rest was on me. My names Kathy and my boyfriend Dave introduced me to this wild/kinky new lifestyle. Things like BBC(our favorite), flashing and flirting, role playing, etc. When we would smoke, it would get me so hot and bothered that I would do pretty much anything Dave would suggest. We usually played with strangers (it was a rule) but all of a sudden Dave's friends were flirting with me more than usual by making little sexy comments or touching me whenever they had a chance. It's like they all started looking at me differently. I asked Dave about this and he apologized to me saying that he may have let a couple of his friends see some of our pictures from our secret collection. What!! Those pictures range from bikini shots to me sucking on a strangers cock!! I cant believe him. I was angry for a minute, but that was replaced by sexy horniness! Everyone always comments on how good and ...

Sitting against the white oak, Harmony slowly lifts her dress before reaching a furtive hand beneath the elastic of her panties. She keeps looking around, nervous that some unknowing passerby will catch her with her knees wide, thighs spread, and fingers swirling. "Careful," she thinks. "Don't let anyone see you." But far beneath the surface of that thought is a tremor, shaking the foundation of what she knows. Does the idea of being seen thrill her? If asked, Harmony would answer no endlessly, blushing to the roots of her curly hair while her hands played nervously at the hem of her dress. But the secret part of her that knows all of the things she hides in the nooks and hollows of her soul would have a very different answer. Harmony imagines blueberries. She imagines pulling them from the stems and eating them greedily until her fingers and mouth are stained a deep shade of blue. She imagines being caught under a big oak tree by a tanned and lean man claimin...