Erotic Story Archive

Lisa found herself wondering at the whole situation. Here she was, sitting half-dressed on the couch between her husband of six years and a gorgeously well built and exceedingly suave male escort. They were all sipping drinks and courteously discussing the weather as if what was about to happen were a normal, everyday occurrence. Her heart was beating madly, her panties were soaked in anticipation, and yet it all seemed so terribly unreal.

It was all her idea, of course.

“I want you to watch me fuck another man,” she’d casually whispered over dessert at their favorite local restaurant. Read more…

Katie knew that Pete had bought her something big for her birthday but she hadn’t expected… this.

“There, baby, what do you think?” he’d said, smiling slyly. “More interesting than flowers, wouldn’t you say?”

She’d opened her eyes to discover he’d installed a sex swing in the corner of their back room. The black harness was fixed firmly to the ceiling by a hook and hung on a spring above a mattress. The back support and stirrups were made of a soft, inviting fabric.

After the initial shock, Katie began to think of the possibilities. Her pussy clenched in response. She’d always liked the idea of a sex swing. They seemed like the ultimate decadence, something owned by people who threw orgies and fucked each other three times a day. People who were passionate enough about sex to install major equipment and put holes in their ceiling. Read more…

I hear voices in the hallway. People knocking asking each other what’s going on. Hotel staff saying it’s just a momentary black out and shouldn’t last very long.

I unclip the hangar and throw my shirt back on, not realizing it’s now inside out, and step into the hallway and open my door. There are emergency lights on in the hotel hallway so not all is dark. I glance outside and see the two guys across the hall doing much the same I’m doing. Looking around lost. “Wonderful weather huh?” One asks I laugh shyly as I’m apt to do. I’m looking down the hall obliviously, shyly, not realizing when one of the guys jabs his roommate and nods his head towards me. They both notice my inside out shirt and my hard nipples poking at the black material. Read more…

The thin beam of light peeking through the space between the drapes and shining right on her eyes woke her. Turning her head to block out the sunlight she caught a glimpse of the clock on the table beside the big bed. Blinking….she sat up and looked again…….10:40a.m…….she’d nearly slept the day away. Taking a deep breath she slid out from the warmth of the covers. Bare feet sinking into the carpet, she moved across the room…..sliding the satin robe over her naked body as she walked. Read more…

He stepped into the shower and imagined her to be doing the same. How many times have they both woken up horny, only to have to hurry up and run off to work…

The hot water of the shower slowly begins to wake him up as he lets it cascade down his body. The warmth of the water, relaxes him and he begins to wash his hair, taking the shampoo in his hands he pours out a small amount and lathers up his head.

As he continues his morning ritual, he thinks back to the dream he was having, watching this beautiful woman masturbate for him. She was stunning in every aspect; of course he was dreaming, so why wouldn’t she be. And as he grabs the soap and begins to lather up his hands, his thoughts cause his cock to stiffen. He washes his arms as his erection grows and he moves from his arms to his chest, taking time to rub his nipples as they too have become aroused. Moving down his stomach, the soap bubbles build around his erection. He washes his sack slowly, feeling it tighten with his arousal. Slowly, stroking his cock, he moves his hands to his thighs and washes his legs and ass. Closing his eyes he can see her as she, too, begins her day… Read more…

The full moon shone down on the small clearing behind our house. The gently rushing and tumbling of the creek added to the serene moment. I sat, cross legged, in my kilt in the soft grass. The true tartan weight kept me almost too warm! The sword at my side gleamed in the moonbeams. I rolled up the sleeves of the white V-neck tee shirt. My wife loved my biceps. In her eyes, they were perfect.

My heart raced a bit as I heard soft footsteps behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and smiled at her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. The full moon created almost a halo around her long blond hair. It flowed around her shoulders. Her hazel eyes narrowed with a smile as she curled her luscious pink lips. Read more…

As I rolled out of bed that Saturday, I noted the absence of my wife. I had a few precious days to myself since she and kids had left yesterday to visit her mom on Cape Cod The house was quiet and I was having a second cup of coffee daydreaming about the most recent sex we had had.

My wife Sheila and enjoy I mutual masturbation. Sometimes we read erotic stories to each other, other times one narrates a fantasy or experience. Occasionally, one would throw out a scenario and then we would take turns building the story while pleasuring ourselves. Two nights ago, I’d asked Sheila to verbalize an experience she had with her college boyfriend David and roommate Joan. I lay next her listening, growing more and more excited as she got to the part when she and Joan took turns licking David’s balls and sucking his cock. I had my eyes closed imagining the scene – hearing Sheila’s breathing become more rapid as she described it. When Sheila got to the part that had her watching David fucking Joan as Joan ate her, I was furiously stroking my cock and came all over my stomach and hand. I then opened my eyes to watch my wife using her middle finger to alternately flick her clit and slide into her wet hole. Sheila was describing how aroused she felt – having friend’s tongue on her while watching her boyfriend’s face as he came – when her orgasm hit. Read more…