Not The Last Time…

There was no getting away from it now. My husband had seen to that when he tied the rope around my ankles. “I want to watch as he empties his balls inside you. See your face as your own climax hits you; your juices mixing with his for the first time.” I could feel him swelling, sense he was near… I prayed that this would not be the last time. #erotica #eroticaauthor #bdsm #wifesharing #voyeur

The Voyeur…

The envelope had been left for me on the hotel’s darkened oak dresser, lying alongside a small bunch of fragrant red roses and a bottle of Moet & Chandon champagne. I smiled, chuckling, as I shook my head. It was exactly the same M.O. as before— such a cheek, so presumptuous! As usual his confidence was overflowing, and he was thoroughly expecting me to go through with his wishes. He had no doubt at all in his mind that I would end up doing whatever he asked of me.

I turned the envelope over in my hand. The strong fragrance of his cologne drifted upward from its surface to thrill and stir my insides; my tummy trembling with anticipation as I stroked the three kisses he had drawn in cursive script across its rear. I took out a single sheet of white paper, folded once to protect his hand-written message inside. The instructions he’d given me were quite clear.

“Get suitably dressed and take a walk through the park. Be daring; wear no underwear except for stockings. Show yourself to at least three people you find attractive; men or women. I will follow close by.” I tightened my groin, feeling rather aroused at the very thought of this wicked and slightly dangerous pursuit.

I turned around to face him, standing in the doorway with a wide grin across his face. “And what if one of them asks me to take things further?” I asked.

He grinned lustfully. “Then you can bring them back here,” he answered, “…but you know I will want to watch!”

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The Underpass..

“I want you there ten-thirty sharp. Wait for me, wearing nothing but these.” He held out a short midi-coat and the highest pair of heels she’d ever seen. She gasped in shock. “In the underpass? At that time of night?” He smiled, his lips curling lecherously in just the way she liked. “Yes. You stand right in the middle, one leg up against the wall and your coat open and ready.” “But what if someone comes? A strange guy… or maybe a group of guys, on their way home. What on earth do I do then?” He grinned. “That’s easy. You just fuck them…” #amwritingerotica #erotica #amwriting

Safe Word..

“Before we go in there, darling, we need to choose a safe word.” I watched in awe as she licked her lips in anticipation. “I already have a safe phrase, fuck me – harder!” #amwriting #amwritingerotica #eroticawriters #threesome #hotwife #menage

So That Is The Deal..?

“So that is the deal? That is all you want me to do?,” she asked him timidly. His manner was serious, a trait which she found arousing. He sat opposite to her, an unreadable half-smile across his face. “As I said, there shall be no touching. You will do as I ask without question. I will simply watch, nothing more.” She paused for a moment thinking, considering her options. She licked her lips. “Very well. I will do what you desire. What do you want me to do first?” #amwritingerotica #erotica #amwriting #voyeur

All You’re Going To Get…

By the look in her eyes I could tell that Janet was enjoying this encounter. The stranger we’d only just met in the bar was filling her so completely, with each thrust into her body taking her breath away. I leaned back into my chair, enjoying the sight of my wife being pleasured in such a way, patiently waiting my turn. “Are you liking that baby?” I asked, teasing her by slowly unzipping the front of my jeans. “You know I fucking do. Now get over here and fuck my mouth… it might be all you’re going to get tonight!” #erotica #amwritingerotica #eroticawriters #hotwife

The Lodger…

Once again it was Sunday…and there they go again.
I sneak across to my bedroom door and listen— my mom giggling; his fake animal growl— playfully meant to arouse her. Oh yes… the lodger was certainly doing well this morning.
I cracked open the door slowly, hardly daring to breathe, praying that the hinges didn’t squeak in protest.
“Now let’s see, what do we have here?” My mother’s voice soft, throaty and seductive.
I could feel my own heart beginning to pound in my chest, heaven only knows what she was feeling.
“Oh! Well now, that is one fine piece of meat,” I heard her remark, her voice filled with a sensuous hunger. He groaned softly with desire.
I closed my eyes, imagining her reaching out with her fingers and pulling back the bed-cover to reveal his cock. In my mind she took it into her hand, tilting her head and smiling in eager anticipation as she felt the weight and girth of it.
I gasped as I brought up my hand to touch my breast; the soft brown bud of my nipple already growing hard, craving attention.
My mother whispered the words softly to him, but not so quiet that I couldn’t hear it.
“Now listen baby, I’m heading off to work shortly, and I don’t want you lying here all hot and horny while my nineteen year-old daughter is lying asleep in the next room. The last thing I’d want is for you to start getting ideas into that pretty head of yours…so here, let me help you with that.”


I leaned against the door-frame, biting my lip to suppress an excited moan escaping my lips. Inside my head I could see them clearly. I watched as my mom dropped to her knees beside his bed, his cock already fully aroused, standing up stiff and proud as she dropped her mouth down over it, tasting the salty drops of his pre-cum which were already beginning to trickle out from within it.
I felt my pussy begin to ache… a slow burning heat which I knew would need to be extinguished. I dropped a hand down, slipping it under my nightshirt and into the top of my panties. I gasped, my folds were swollen and my panties slick with my juices.
I heard her mouth working on him. Her wet tongue lashing his length, from base to tip, as her hand worked on his shaft eagerly; pumping his cock hard as she fellated him. Her lips were held tightly around his thick rod, sucking him deeply into her throat. The lodger moaned with pleasure, potentially lying there and allowing her greedy wet lips to do all the work.
‘Oh my god… he’s going to come!’
I heard him cry out for a moment and then he grunted; once, twice then three times; emptying his sweet salty load directly into her mouth. My mother moaned with satisfaction around his cock; I could imagine her holding her lips tightly together as she drank down every last drop of his precious jism.
The moment I touched my clit my own orgasm hit me.
I took the inflamed nub between my fingers and squeezed gently, knowing that it wouldn’t take much to finally set me off. I was right— I felt countless tiny explosions suddenly running through my body as my release took me.
I squeezed my thighs together, trapping my fingers within my wetness, and crossed my legs— trying to stop them buckling from underneath me.
Hearing movement from our lodgers bedroom, I quickly scurried across to my own bed and slipped beneath the covers, catching my breath while allowing normality to return to my body.
I don’t know how long I lay there staring up at the ceiling.
Long enough to hear my mother’s footsteps as she moved downstairs, gathering her things as she went, to finally close the front door behind her as she left for work.
I held my breath and listened. There wasn’t a sound coming from the other room.
But things were different.
I now knew that a seed had been sown in his head.
Would it be later today? A few days? A week perhaps…
It doesn’t matter.
Whenever he wants me, I’ll be ready…
I slipped my fingers down into my panties again.
Waiting, patiently…

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