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150 Seduced Taboo Erotica Short Stories for Adults!
The Holiday
My wife Wendy and I took a well deserved vacation after 25 years of marriage. With two grown up girls who had left home, we had our first vacation just the two of us on a Caribbean beach holiday. My wife was 44, a little plump, 5' 2" with straight shoulder length auburn hair and lovely blue eyes. Her best assets were her lovely legs and a pair of heavy dd breasts tipped with sensitive brown nipples. Whenever she dressed in a tight top or anything low cut her chest always drew admiring glances.
Well the second day of our holiday saw us on the mostly empty beach, being slightly out of season, behind some dunes in a sheltered spot all to ourselves. My wife in a lovely bright yellow string tied bikini her big breasts barely contained in the small top. As we lay their on our towels soaking up the sun I couldn't help but sneak quick glances at her lovely boobs that held their shape even when she was lying on her back.
As we lay there a man from the hotel approached our secluded spot. He was quite trim and young in a pair of baggy shorts and a tight shirt. He came up to us and introduced himself as the hotel masseur and offered a complimentary massage. I looked to Wendy to see her giving a swift look over his trim body and as she saw me looking at her blushed and sort of shrugged. A little excited about my rather staid wife looking a little lustfully at this young man I encouraged her to accept the free massage.
My wife lay face down on the towel her plump bottom looking very lovely. I sat back and watched the masseur put a little oil on his hands and kneel besides her. Beginning at her shoulders. His hands sliding over her skin, smoothing and rubbing, kneading and stroking. Not wishing to ruin my wife's string bikini he asked her to undo the knot and move the strings. My wife quickly complied and as the bikini was undone the sides slipped down, my wife's heavy breasts were quite exposed at the sides. The massage continued with his hands sliding all over my wife's back. Occasionally his hands would stroke along her sides almost brushing against the swelling sides of her boobs. I could see my wife relaxing and enjoying the massage with little moans of enjoyment occasionally
I myself was quite seriously turned on watching this young man touching my wife so sensuously. His hands stroked down to the small of her back and rubbed and squeezed at the top of her sexy bottom. I watched as time after time his hands moved along her sides and rubbed closer and closer to the sides of her breasts. Eventually his hands were rubbing and stroking at the sides of her boobs and my wife was making small noises of enjoyment. He stopped for a second as he moved down to her legs. I could see that my wife had been absolutely loving his young hands all over her back and especially the sides of her boobs. Her face was looking down into the towel but her cheeks were flushed as she drew in a shaky breath.
Soon his hands were stroking over her shapely calves and up to the backs of her knees. He concentrated on the bottom of one leg before moving onto the other leg. My excitement grew as I watched his hands move slowly up to the backs of Wendy's thighs. His fingers danced over her legs so softly and sensuously and moved inexorably higher towards the plump cheeks of her bottom. As I watched I felt my cock stirring in my shorts as his hands smoothed the flesh at the tops of her thighs just under her ass. His fingers slid onto the exposed cheeks below her bikini bottoms squeezing them and stroking them. Wendy was breathing deeply and my cock throbbed into full hardness as I watched her legs part slightly. His hands immediately moved to her inner thighs stroking and rubbing op towards the crotch of her bikini bottoms.
His fingers were right at the bright yellow material just millimetres away from her pussy, stroking and rubbing. I watched my wife of 25 years spread her legs even more, an open invitation to his young strong hands. His fingers slid onto her bikini bottoms as he rubbed her back with his other hand. I watched the yellow bottoms slowly darken as he rubbed her pussy through the material. This complete stranger was massaging my wife's pussy in front of me albeit through her bikini bottoms and judging by the wetness soaking through my wife was loving it. My hand slipped into my shorts to grip my iron hard cock as I watched him rub and knead her pussy. My wife was moaning and groaning all the while with her head pressed into the towel.
My cock then got even harder as I watched him undo her bikini bottoms and I saw my wife lift herself slightly so her could pull them away from her. Her hairy pussy and big ass was completely open to him. His fingers slipped back to her pussy stroking and rubbing her wet lips. He slid a finger between her soaking pussy lips and as it stroked over her clit her ass jiggled and my wife moaned so deliciously my cock started oozing pre-cum. His finger slid back and forth over her moist hole and then he slowly slid it deep inside her. My wife groaned in sexual heat. His finger, slicked with my wife's juices slid out and then pushed slowly back inside her wet pussy.
I watched him fingering her slowly and so sexily. Wendy was obviously loving this treatment as she raised herself up onto her knees her ass in the air and her flushed face into the towel. He slipped another finger inside her alongside the first and continued fucking her pussy with his fingers. His other hand stroked all over her beautiful ass as he pushed in and out with his fingers. Wendy's pussy was so wet I could hear it slurping and sucking as he fingered her. He pushed another finger into her gaping pussy, now three fingers were slurping in and out of her. My wife was pushing back onto his fingers trying to get him to finger her even deeper. My hand was stroking up and down my throbbing cock spreading my pre-cum all over as I watched this unbelievable sight.
Wendy was moaning and groaning in complete abandon her ass pushing back even more as his fingers worked at her pussy faster and faster. His other hand dipped down from her ass cheeks to rub over her asshole. Wendy had never let me touch her there but now she was groaning loudly as a complete stranger fingered her and rubbed at her puckered asshole.
My cock dribbled even more pre-cum as I watched him push his finger at her asshole and was rewarded as it opened slowly and allowed his finger into her tight hole. My wife moaned and quivered with a finger in her ass and three fingering her pussy. Oh my god I couldn't believe the sight before my eyes, my normally slightly conservative wife humping his fingers and pushing back for more. He sped up his rhythm pounding his fingers into her juiced up pussy while his other finger massaged inside her tight asshole. Wendy was quivering and thrashing in the throes of sexual abandon. Her back arched and she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. As she came he roughly shoved his fingers even deeper into her holding them there as she flopped and shook.
Her orgasm peaked even higher at this treatment and she cried out in utter orgasmic delight and collapsed onto the towel. My cock exploded sticky hot cum into my shorts and all over my hand at this wonderful sight. His fingers slurped out of her gushing hole and he gently withdrew his finger from her tight ass, my wife jumping as it plopped out. She was splayed out, legs wide open her pussy dribbling onto the towel still quivering and twitching when he stood, smiled at me bowed and departed. I sat there totally spent still watching my wife quiver. Then I gently took her into my arms and held her close, she couldn't meet my gaze but when I tilted her head up and smiled she knew that I had loved it almost as much as she had. I kissed her passionately on her lips as my mind kept repeating the images of her being wonderfully fingered by a complete stranger.
This was just the start of a wonderful liberating holiday.
The End.
Fight of Their Lives
I opened my eyes and heard the soft whimpers of Katie. She only made those sounds in two circumstances. The first wa
s when she was on the edge of orgasm. I trusted her with my life so I knew that was not why she was whimpering. The second was because she was crying. Instinct told me I needed to wrap my arms around her and hug her tight.
It was pitch black in the room and when I reached out I could feel only the soft blankets of the bed we were on.
"Katie?" I whispered.
"Mark?" She replied.
I had somehow twisted in the middle of the night and so I shifted so I was lying up against her again. The cold metal dug into my ankle but I didn't care.
"You were whimpering. It's going to be O.K.," I murmured.
I wrapped my strong arms around her body and felt her trembling stopped. It made me happy to know that just the touch of my body could calm her down. In this situation we both needed to remain calm.
"The cuff on my ankle hurts." Katie stated.
"I know. I must have pulled it while I was sleeping. Any idea what time it is?" I replied.
She didn't respond and I could do nothing but kiss the top of her head.
She cuddled perfectly against me and soon she was fast asleep.
I could see a thin strip of light coming in from the window. It was just thin enough to cast shadows and not really help me figure out where we were. I closed my eyes and tried to piece together everything that had happened.
I know that she was at home. She had spent the day interviewing witnesses and had decided to go home so she could eat dinner and rest. In her condition I would have ordered her to do that anyway.
I was at the office looking over files when there was a crash in the kitchen. When I went to investigate everything went dark.
I woke up cuffed to the bed and to my beautiful wife. Neither one of us was physically injured but I knew the stress of the situation would not be good for the baby. Katie was being smart by sleeping. That way her mind wouldn't race with thoughts of what could happen.
I slept for a bit. Thankfully I didn't dream or if I did, I didn't remember anything. When I opened my eyes Katie was awake and facing me. Someone had obviously come in and opened the curtains because the late day sun was shining into the room.
"Tell us where the files are. We're destroying everything. You will have no case."
The voice shook the room and I glanced over to the large black man who had spoken. Katie was only looking at me and I knew she was scared.
"We have both laptop files as well as your work files. Where is everything else?"
Looking into Katie's eyes I knew I had to tell them. We knew the case was dangerous when we were asked to take it. Being on the wrong side of environmentalism was a bad idea but we both knew it was the right side.
The case had been simple really. A company had been created to turn waste into energy. It had been done numerous times before. The city had paid the fees and the garbage was being removed. It had the appearance of perfection. Landfills would not be filled up with waste. The city would not have to use dirty fossil fuel systems to generate power. It was too perfect.
An activist had decided to go under cover to check out the company. She had found that the incinerator used for burning the garbage was creating almost a hundred times more pollution then current power plants. She had told the city. She had told the media. No one believed her.
No one but me, and Katie.
"We have a safe in our master bedroom. There are five memory sticks that have the back ups for all the files you just destroyed. Everything is a file. No paper trail at all."
I looked at Katie and knew this was the right thing. We believed in revealing the truth but this was going too far.
"It was nice doing business with the two of you. You should really stick to what you're good at Mark. Patent law is boring and redundant. You're good at that. Katie -- popping out babies is good too. Maybe you can pop out one of mine."
I don't think he realized how protective I was. He had gotten so close to Katie's face to almost spit out those words. I reached out and grabbed his gun and held it against his forehead. He didn't move.
"Don't ever treat my wife like that. Ever."
My finger curled around the trigger and I heard the first click. The room was silent. I looked down at Katie and she was shaking her head. Every part of my body wanted to kill this man. Not just for kidnapping us. Not just because his mind was delusional about the environment. I wanted to kill him because he had touched my wife. He deserved to die because he saw Katie as an object, not a person.
"Unlock us."
He struggled to get the key from his pocket and undid the cuffs that tied us to each other and the bed. The moment we were free I pushed Katie towards the door. I wanted to kill him so badly.
"Don't Mark." Katie whispered.
Her words distracted me enough that the man lunged forward and two shots were fired. It was hard to figure out what happened because everything moved in slow motion. Katie fled to the phone and when I heard her tell the 911 operator that the kidnapper was dead I knew it had ended happily.
***
I woke up early. The sunlight was streaming into our bedroom and I held Katie a little too tightly. Her round belly was pushed up against my flat stomach and every once in a while I felt a baby swish or nudge against me. Katie slept peacefully. She was worth everything to me and I wasn't going to let any crazy environmentalists get in my way.
I kissed the top of her head and felt her move a little. I laid her back on the bed and slid down her body until I was nestled between her legs. Her lace panties were up against her pussy and I tugged them down easily. I threw them on the ground and licked up and down her pussy lips. She moaned quietly and I kept going.
She tasted amazing and I used my tongue to find her clit. I licked it and then sucked it hard into my mouth. I must have hit the exact spot because I felt her hands in my hair. I sucked harder as my hands wrapped around her belly.
"Mark,' Katie panted.
I didn't stop. I couldn't. This was the first time since the kidnapping that we had made love and my body was reminding me that I could barely go a few days without her. I licked harder and faster, feeling her clit quiver against my tongue. She came so hard and I had to hold her hips down so I could taste her juices.
I looked up and smiled at her. Her eyes were glazed over and she could barely move. I kissed her inner thighs and then knelt between her legs.
"I missed this," we both said in unison. We both blushed, realizing how in tune we were. I pushed my hard cock inside her and let it adjust. She was so tight and two months of not being inside her had made her tighter. She was hot and wet and when she squeezed her pussy against my cock I growled.
"Don't. I just want to feel this," I hissed. She winked and did it again. She was a feisty one sometimes.
"Fine." I glare at her and grabbed her hips. I began to slam into her hard and fast. Her enormous breasts shook and I saw her cry out each time my cock hit the back of my pussy. I rubbed her feet and ankles. I rubbed her legs. My hands were all over her body as my rhythm sped up. I couldn't get enough of this and she knew it.
My cock suddenly exploded and I gasped. I hadn't even realized how close I was. I was concentrating on my wife's beautiful belly. I was enjoying her large breasts swaying. I was concentrating so much on her that I didn't realize how aroused I was.
I pulled out so I could lay against her side. Her belly was so round that I could not press against her anymore.
"I love you more then anything," I whispered.
"I know," she whispered back.
The End.
First Date Footjob
As it appears to go with Internet dating, I met up with a couple of ladies over the last month but there wasn't really any spark and so, after an awkward hour or so of small talk and eating, we went our separate ways. Then I found Christina's profile, she got my attention and we arranged a date. It went very well indeed.
We ate at an Indian and the conversation was easy and fast-flowing. We had a lot of things in common, we laughed at a few of the same
things and - as it turned out - we even had a couple of mutual friends. Better, she was very straight talking and that was a real relief - on a lot of dates, you tend to skirt around subjects in case you offend the other person, but Christina wasn't like that at all - she said it how she saw it and she was quite open about sex (which is always nice). As the evening wore on, I found myself liking Christina even more and it wasn't hard too. She was a great looking lady, medium height and slim, with small-ish boobs and dark hair. More than all of that, she was bloody gorgeous - genuinely bloody gorgeous. Beautiful, even. For the date, she was wearing a simple, knee length dress and heels and I kept telling her how great she looked, though I don't think she believed me all that much.
The meal ate, conversations pursued, I took her home at around eleven. We pulled up outside her house, a neat two-bedroom new build near Duston and I expected perhaps a little goodnight kiss and I'd be on my way.
"Did you want to come in for coffee?" she asked, as I switched off the engine.
"That'd be lovely."
"Just to make it clear though, I meant what I said before - I never shag on a first date." Her honesty made me smile. "What's up, did I say something funny?"
"No," I said, "it's just nice that it's all cleared up now, so things don't get awkward later."
"Absolutely, Jack," she said and patted my thigh, "that's exactly why I do it!"
I followed her into the house, admiring the way her bum moved, admiring her legs, just watching her really. She was really sexy and I was hoping that tonight would be good enough that we'd see each other again.
Her house was minimalistic but comfortable - "my own place, finally", she'd said in the restaurant, "the best thing I got out of the divorce" - and she showed me into the lounge. There were two sofa's, a big TV, a stereo and a coffee table. Several pictures dotted the walls but she didn't tell me who they were of and I didn't ask.
"Sit down, put some music on, make yourself at home. I'll go and put the kettle on if you want, or would you prefer something else? I might have some wine."
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