A Better Man Than I

"Hang on," Mark said to his best friend as they stepped into their dorm. "I need a glass of water. Freakin' science building always dries me out." "Can't fool me, man," Alan said. "You just want to be hydrated so you can drink more tonight." "That too," Mark said as they cut through the lounge to get to the kitchen. "Hey, we're legal now, why not enjoy it?" "Right," Alan said, electing not to point out that Mark had been able to pass for twenty-one since freshman year. At least now that they both really were twenty-one, getting carded while Mark didn't was only humiliating, not any risk of getting kicked out of the bar. Opening the kitchen door, they found a note scrawled in bright blue marker. Whoever the fuck took my pizza Sat night Don't be a FUCK, Bring it back! "Those bastards stole my line," Alan chuckled. "Then it is yours?" Mark asked. "Should've told me, dud...

These early stories actually occurred several years ago. Smartphones had just progressed past the Palm Treo I'd been issued for work. There was no FaceTime, no SnapChat. In fact it was very new to be able to text message a photo. This new technology is what made this little encounter so hot. Matt and Nadia hadn't had much contact after the session at his place, he was chasing a new girlfriend. I was out of the country, and a few time zones ahead. I'd gotten back to my room late, exhausted and texted Nadia good night. She was slow to respond which was unusual so I tried calling her. The call rung through to voicemail which was also very odd. About a half an hour later, as I was about asleep my phone ding'd with a text message. It was Nadia messaging, "Sorry babe, I was busy. Are you still awake?" "Yup, want me to call?" I asked. "Not yet, I'm going to send you some pictures, let me know what you think?" She responded. At this point 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...