Taboo Sex Stories: Erotica Seductive Sex Fantasies for Adults. Threesome, GangBang, BDSM and Femdom

Taboo Sex Stories:

Erotica Seductive Sex Fantasies for Adults. Threesome, GangBang, BDSM and Femdom

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Table of Contents

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Blind Pleasure

Variety Is the Spice of Sex

Clara’s Experiment

Amelia’s Punishment

Unwrapped Gifts

Closer to the Edge

Shut Up and Fuck Me

Blind Pleasure

Catherine, a hesitant wife, gives in to Rich, her husband’s greatest fantasy: He wants to see her fucked by other men. Yes, men—as in plural. He wants to watch her gangbanged while he enjoys watching every single moment of it, but she’s not so convinced. She is nervous about what to expect but soon finds that she doesn’t have to be so afraid of what is to cum, over and over again. She goes off to the local swinger’s club with him for a night she will never forget—and may even want to repeat some time.

Catherine.

The sound of my husband’s voice sent a shiver down my spine, and the skin on my arms began to prickle into goosebumps. I knew what he wanted. I kept my eyes planted firmly on my reflection as I finished getting myself ready to his standards. Eyeliner, heavy and winged into the perfect cat-eye. Black, smoky shadow was blended onto my eyelids. My eyes, the most indistinctive shade of flat brown, looked bigger, and I could see my own hesitation in them.

Catie.

His voice was quieter and more urgent. More needing. I felt his hand on the small of my back, and it sent a quick shock shooting within me. I loved his touch—I couldn’t deny that. It was everyone else’s that I was hesitant about. Still, I kept my gaze planted on myself, putting the finishing touches on my face. My lips, a deep pink, almost red against my naturally pale skin. My brown hair was straightened and lay almost pin-straight down to my shoulders, curving in just slightly toward my cheeks to frame my narrow face.

It’s time.

His hand slid off of my back, leaving the place that he had touched, feeling almost uncomfortably cold, vying for his touch again. His fingers wrapped around my wrist and pulled, beckoning me to turn, and I did to look at him.

My husband, Rich, was conventionally attractive. Between the two of us, he blew me out of the water. He had a perfectly sculpted jawline, strong and masculine, with just a hint of 5-o-clock shadow across it, and a strong brow. His eyes were bright blue and his hair, almost black and trimmed to create a taper cut. He was wearing a tight, black t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans that betrayed his large bulge in his pants. I looked over him and couldn’t help it. Just the sight of him, all ready to go was enough to make me wet. He smirked at me as I looked him over, satisfied.

He grabbed my hand and took me outdoors to the car. We drove in a heavy silence to the club we were going to. We had never done anything like this before, and while I had agreed to do so, it was more because he wanted to than anything else. He wanted to see other men fuck me; he had said one day when we were showering after a night of X-rated passion. His cock had quickly hardened at the suggestion as he watched me, slowly washing away the sweat from the night. I had agreed to do it for him, but I couldn’t say that I was particularly excited about it.

You’ll change your tune real quick, hon, he had replied when I shrugged my shoulders. "Think of all the men that are there—to please you. They’re there to have fun with you."  And so, here we were, preparing to enter a swinger’s club for the first time. Rich had figured everything out on his own; he arranged for the night, for the reservations that we apparently needed, and for the people that would be there.

Before I knew it, we were parked outside of a nondescript building. I never would have guessed that inside was a club, apparently full of people that wanted to trade partners. It looked like a simple brick building without a sign, and if it weren’t for the cars parked all over it or the fact that I saw another couple entering the building, I’d have assumed we were in the wrong place. I was expecting something a bit... More flashy? This was certainly not.

Rich squeezed my hand and brought me back to reality. I turned to look at him and was immediately met with his lips on mine. His tongue danced over my bottom lip, waiting for me to open mine, and I quickly obliged, feeling his tongue against mine. His hand slid up my arm and to my breast, giving it a quick squeeze. When he came up for air, breaking the kiss, he smirked at me again. God, I loved that smirk. Don’t sweat it, hon. You’re going to love it; I know you will. He kept massaging my breast, playing with it, but this time, he let his finger linger over my nipple, pressing in.

I gasped, feeling myself begin to get wet, and my clit twitched, beginning to swell, and I leaned in for another kiss. My hand snaked around to feel his cock, so big in his pants and so trapped that I just had to free them from their cage. I unbuttoned the pants and undid the zipper, reaching in to pull it out. It was at full attention and ready to go. My hand ran over it, and I felt his body tense as he moaned against my lips. This time, it was my turn to smirk as I slowly rubbed his cock, up and down. Up and down.

He reached down to touch my pussy, slipping underneath my little black dress and right past the little black thong that I had worn to match, his fingers expertly finding my clit. He rubbed on it, and my legs spread open for him, granting full access. I ran my hand over his cock, feeling the shaft get harder. The car smelled of our passion as I quickly undid my seatbelt and leaned over to take him in my mouth, but he protested, quickly pulling his hand away from me and leaving me wanting.

Slow down, he said with a dark chuckle. He was watching me with amusement as he took his fingers into his mouth, sucking off every bit of liquid that I had left on him. We have plenty of time for that later.

So off we went, into the club, and we picked up a few shots, followed by a cocktail each, on our way, to ease our nerves, Rich had said, but I knew he just meant mine. I was watching the way that his clothes clung to his body, and especially to his crotch, watching that bulge that remained there. No one batted an eye as we walked through the club. There was music, low, pulsing, but nondescript in the background to fill any silence, and couples and groups were talking quietly amongst each other as they sipped their drinks and looked at each other like chunks of meat. It almost made me nervous until I realized that I was looking at my husband in exactly the same way. With our drinks in hand, my husband led me to a private room in the back. When we entered, I saw that it was decorated like a hotel suite; there was a bathroom connected to it and a queen-sized poster bed.

The lighting was dim, and I finished my drink, placing the drink on