A Right Royal Rogering

This is a story about cuckold clean up and erotic humiliation. If that doesn't float your boat please don't read further. * I was lying in bed with my eyes closed but unable to sleep when my phone dinged. It was just past 2 AM. Juliet had texted me, "Can I come over?" "You have the key, don't you?" I heard her phone buzz and her key in the door immediately. I smiled to myself -- it was just like Juliet to ask to come over when she was already over. Hell, we essentially lived together. My apartment was tiny and Juliet quickly sprung the few steps to my bed and jumped on me. She smelled of sex. Even in my dimly lit studio I could see her mascara was a mess and her hair in tangles. She was tipsy and laughed as she leaned in to kiss me. I heard one shoe hit the floor quickly followed by another. Our tongues met and danced. I could feel my excitement grow as I cupped her ass through her dress. She wasn't wearing panties. Our lips parted as she sat up a...

This story has been edited by Demiruging, I want to thank them for their help. *** It was the second evening of Brian Parker's training for a swingers weekend at the Brooks Hotel that his wife Claire Parker had arranged with another couple called Frank and Maggie, also known by their avatar name 'Suger-spicy2' on an adult friendship and dating web site. It was about eight in the evening, and Brain was stripping off his clothes in the second bedroom of the house. Claire his wife was already dressed in black stockings and a black suspender corset. Her pert breasts were loose and proudly free, and she wore black ankle boots. She was also attaching a medium-sized pink dildo onto the strap-on harness she was wearing. Brian's training was for him to be pimped out as a sex slave and to be fucked with a strap-on up his anal back passage by his wife and another swinger's wife called Maggie. "Hurry up I want you on your knees quickly please Brian," Claire told him...

Although we were at the sea side on a break, the poor British weather did mean it was cool and therefore before our morning shopping, Linsey Lee my beautiful wife, dressed as I requested in stockings, suspenders and a dress with buttoned down front. We drove to the nearby town and explored some of the winding streets before stopping for a coffee. "What a great little town." Linsey commented as we drank our coffee. "Yes." I agreed. "I came here a lot when I was younger, there are some interesting places." After coffee we continued our walk and I steered Linsey down a narrow street near the river. It was quiet with a few odd shops, selling walking items, hip flasks, torches etc. "Not much here." Linsey said. "There is one shop at the end of the street." I said. "Lets check that out before we return." What Linsey didn't know I that I had been to this shop many times. I knew, as well as the typical items the other shops a...

I had quite night last night on the job. The party delivery to Terri's house was very successful in terms of tips and match making. My regular route also proved to be financially beneficial. I might have to write a book on how to make good tips. My first thought for the book title might read like Busty in Leather. It's Saturday morning and time to conclude my Party Planner job, only this time it's to un-decorate Terri's house. For a small fee, of course. Plus, I'm looking for a Ninja outfit to wear tonight on my Pizza delivery job. After finishing removing all of the posters and streamers (and collecting my service fee) I went straight to Terri's closet in search of something that would make me look like a Ninja warrior. No luck in that department so I ended up dressing in basic black. If Suzie can be Goth, then I can be Goth. And because I have the benefit of Terri's closet, I should be able to do it better. Just before our shifts Suzie agreed to paint my...

I hop out of the shower and start toweling off my freshly shaved body. I wrap my hair up and as I start rubbing in my body lotion I go over the details of my plan in my head yet again. My boyfriend Mike LOVES to watch a woman masturbate, and a couple of months ago he mentioned in passing how hot it is to walk in on, or catch a woman doing so. Of course this has been in my mind ever since. At first I was going to do this for him the very next time we were seeing each other, but then I decided it might be better to wait. I figured if I waited several weeks he would never be expecting it and hopefully as a complete surprise it would live up to his fantasy even more. I pull on a pair of small, silky panties and a low-cut camisole and unlock my front door before moving to the bedroom. I had already told Mike that I might take a nap and he should just come in without knocking when he arrives. I open my nightstand drawer and I pull out the large glass dildo I am quite sure will be seeing so...

How much of our adult sexual interests are triggered by innocent things in our youth. As a kid, when we ran around in a group and someone would ask what we should do to entertain ourselves, I might say we should go and play in the local playground, then the others would suggest football, and that was it. I always went along and usually my suggestions were overruled. Move forward to teen years and it was no better. "Let's go to the local mall," I would say. "No, let's go to the movies," I would hear, and we went to the movies. Move on to girl friends and even then when I said "movies," they would say, "pub," and we did the pub. If you were to describe me you would give me the "boy next door" tag. Now, just 18, I'm 5 feet 9 inches tall, slimmish, light brown and short hair and not bad looking. No one ever says, Wow," when they see me but then many find me "cute." Why does the phrase "girl next door,"...

"Goodness gracious, Nicky." Kate pushed her son away from her. "Ew. You ... kissed me with your tongue." She slapped him across the face. "That's so, so far beyond the pale." She watched him turn and run upstairs. "You're lucky your father isn't home." She called after him. Her husband was out with his buddies watching the game. Kate shook her head. What was she going to do with her troublesome eighteen-year-old son? ~~ Thump! Nick sat up in bed with a start. Something had hit the window hard. He knew exactly what he'd find if he looked outside his window. That same dead chickadee. Nick pulled himself out of bed, dressed for soccer, and walked downstairs. Every repeated day, his mom had some sympathy for him when he came home after losing the game. And his dad would be pissed if he skipped it. And when his dad was pissed, he wouldn't go out with his friends that night. So, most times, Nick played the soccer game. "Morni...