You Really Let Him…?

“You really let him fuck you?” he asked. I pushed his face down against my thighs, his teeth causing me to whimper as he nipped at my sensitive flesh. “Yes, but I know it was what you wanted. He showed me the text you sent, giving him permission.” He paused, looking up into my eyes. “Did he use a condom?” I smiled knowingly, pushing his head back down. “Just carry on, baby, ‘cause I think you’re about to find out.” #erotica #eroticaauthor #hotwife

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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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

Am I Ready For This..?

“Am I ready for this?,” she thought to herself, knowing that her two lovers were waiting for her patiently in the next room. She moaned softly, her nipples rising, her body aching with desire.

“You do know there will be no turning back?” her husband asked, smiling kindly towards her as he reached for the door handle. This had been her choice, her desire, her dream; and he had agreed to her wishes. Would many other men do the same if they had been asked to do so? She wasn’t at all sure of this, but she felt lucky that he was supporting her with her wishes.

Right at that moment, she felt that she loved him more than she had ever done in the past. And at once, she knew that she had all the answers she needed, and was indeed ready to face the night ahead… #erotica #amwritingerotica #amwriting #menage #threesome #hotwife

Just Maybe, We’ll See…

There is really nothing like it…
Starting him off slowly, to help him feel the burn.
The others have gone now, slipping out into the night,
just as they had come.
It is only us now. Exactly the way I like it.

He touches me gently. So tenderly.
As if he might break me.
The sweat runs off my skin.
Small moist rivulets, slipping off my stomach,
to drip down my mound and pool in his mouth.
The salty stream spurs him on,
making him need to pleasure me more.
And then perhaps, take a reward.

But that can wait. My decision has not yet been made.

I hear his tongue stroking my cunt.
Lapping at my wetness, drawing it into his mouth.
Drinking it in deep, every drop.
He takes in their juices too.
I push, I squeeze.
I force their ejaculate from me and shiver…
when I hear him moan as he takes it between his lips.
Tasting it, devouring it.
I smile to myself, for I know that he deserves it all.

I suddenly realise I’ve made my choice.

I’ll not let him have me.
There will be no climax or finish for him tonight.
Just his tongue; urgently pleasuring me.
In the way he is doing now.
Keeping to our plan, this will be his ultimate shame.
Without warning my orgasm hit me, hard and fast.

Afterwards, spent and drifting as if in a fog,
I kiss him and taste our passion on his lips.
He smiles and closes his eyes, slipping off to dream.
Maybe I’ll let him finish in me next time.
Just maybe… we’ll have to see…

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Fetching the Glass…

As he squatted down to fetch a glass for you from the cupboard he excused himself, touching the outside of my thigh with his hand. He then stroked me softly between my legs. I’m sure I felt him lift up my skirt for a moment, perhaps to check whether I had any panties on beneath my tights… #amwriting #amwritingerotica #eroticawriters