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Honey! Is dinner ready so soon?

No? Why am I naked? Oh, that. Yes, I know I said I was going to wear that sexy new bikini you got me. And I totally did! It fit, great, babe! And it looked amazing, right Simon? 

See, your little brother agrees. Aww, I’m sorry you didn’t get to see me in it. Another time. When you aren’t being so offensively jealous and controlling, not to mention sexist. Yes, I told your kid brother all about how you didn’t want me sharing pictures of my own body. And how unfair I thought it was that he got to be topless all the time, even in public, while I have to cover my nipples and areolas with these little triangles of fabric as some sort of ritual sacrifice to the gods of modesty. Well Simon totally backed me up. But in fact he thought it was also unfair that I got to see his pecs all the time while I hide mine from him. And honey, you know how much I admire your little brother’s physique, so I couldn’t really say he was wrong, mmmm. 

Hmm? Oh yes, sorry, I was just appreciating his pecs again. So I took my top off to make us even. Baby, don’t be like that. The micro swim top barely covered anything anyway. See, Simon agrees. 

Well but in the interest of fairness I had to point out that even his speedo briefs covered way more than my thong bottoms. So I gave him a wedgie! And slapped his ass. I admit that was a bit too far. I’m sorry. So I let him spank me in repentance. But he spanked me really hard! Several times. You so did, Simon! I screamed so loud I bet even my husband heard. See? 

Well, I was angry and we horsed around a bit. In a fit of rage, I pulled down his swimsuit. I wasn’t thinking! And then I got really distracted. But you can’t really blame him for being so hard after all the commotion. It’s a natural response. And you can’t really blame me for being so transfixed. I couldn’t believe it was so big! So I just nodded when he said it was only fair that I let him pull down my bottoms. It’s true enough. And so here we are, naked. But I am his big sister (in law) and he is my kid brother (in law) so it’s not a big deal. Brothers and sisters shouldn’t have to have shame or secrets between them. Just calm down. I told you jealousy is not a good look. And it’s a bad example to set for your brother.

The straw in my pussy? Oh, um, I mean, in fairness…yes, I have an explanation! It’s just, I saw his cock and he hasn’t seen yours since you were kids. He was just curious how he was growing. And they say you need to encourage young men, so I was just…giving a visual example…of what it looks like when you and I fuck…

She’d dropped her pajama pants and tossed them behind the couch without your buddy seeing, so engrossed was he in the game. Your wife, Aphy, snatched the controller from his hands, causing an eruption of surprised anger that died when he saw her bared legs and ass. She was already walking away, “Come play a better game called fuck me without my husband finding out.”

Your friend considered himself a pretty loyal dude, but he never could resist a challenge. You’d only just gone to the bathroom and could be back any minute! He followed her. She walked into the basement and locked the door behind the two of them.

“Make me cum before my husband finds us out? If you can.” Now your best friend was determined to rise to the challenge. In a flash, he unbuckled and let his loose jeans fall onto the stairs as he pulled down his boxers and revealed his impressive, hard cock. If you could have seen them then you would have cursed yourself for telling your wife how Jaime complained that girls couldn’t hand his oversized cock. But you couldn’t see them and your size-queen wife was alone with your buddy, finally experiencing the kind of penis she’d always dreamed about. She’d been wet all evening as she planned this and when she spread her labia for Jaime he easily slipped inside.

Bam! Rattle. BAM! Rattle. Thud, thud, thus. Rattle. Went the door as Jaime fucked your wife into it. Aphy fought hard to not cum immediately, focusing instead on the pain as her vagina was mercilessly expanded. “Fuck that’s impressive!” she cried out.

“What is, honey?” you called back. Shit! “Are you into the good wine? I thought you said we were saving that?”

Your wife whispered urgently to he new favorite lover, “Don’t you dare stop now!” Then louder, “No, honey! But Jaime picked a good one. Really, really good! Fuck! Yes, that’s good! Just like that!” Thud, thud! Rattle.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Nnngh. Jaime’s just teasing me. Not letting me get my fill of this sweet ambrosia. You know how, mmm, petulent I get when denied.” Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud!

“Jaime, just give her what she wants or she’ll throw a real tantrum. I’ve seen it.”

“Yes, nnnnngh, Jaime. Give. It. To Me.” Wham! Thud! Thud! Thud!

“Why don’t you come out here and share just a little?”

“The, mmmmm, door’s locked on us, you dickless wonder! Thus, ahhhh, all the pounding.”

Bam! Rattle. BAM! Rattle.

“Ha! And here I thought Aphrodite was just throwing one of her patented fits. Now I feel foolish. We really need to get that door fixed. Here let me try from this end.”

Just as you started to turn the unlocked door knob, Jaime grabbed it from the other side and held it fast. Aphy whispered, “Just. A Little. More!”

“More, you say?! It’s really not giving at all, I’m afraid.” Bam! Thud, thus, thud! Rattle.

“I think….ahhhhh…just like that! Yesssssss, fuck!” Jaime pulled out of your wife. He had come moments before but kept pounding her until she did. He urgently pulled up her panties. They flooded with leaking semen. Fuck! He pulled off his boxers and put them on Aphy before pulling up his pants and releasing the doorknob. They both fell over at your feet, panting.

“Thank god!” you cried. “Hey, where’s the wine? And…weren’t you wearing pants earlier?”

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Your new art exhibit where you were willing to show off “the beauty of the female form” by exposing yourself at a frat party didn’t go how you expected.  Your professor gave you a failing grade and the frat took you in after that.

Your old art professor was so mean and sexist! Women had destroyed performance art, he said! It was all bad poetry and buckets of menstrual blood, he said! There was nothing brave and manly anymore in performance art, he said!

Well you decided to show him that women were braver than men ever could be and that performance art could be of interest to both sexes!

You set up a performance at the frat house where your best friend’s bf lived. You were going to show him exactly why women exposing themselves and their feelings was such an important act. You would show him exactly what it was like for a woman to exist bodily in this men’s world. 

In the end you were gang-raped by most of the guys. Your best friend’s boyfriend who said he’d protect you just laughed and egged them on, telling you your ‘best friend’ thought you were a “self-righteous cunt who needed to get knocked down a peg. Or knocked up.” He told you how your supposed friend had swapped out your birth control for fakes months ago. You were crying by the time your professor got to the front of the queue and began fucking your fertile pussy. 

“Good job, you stupid bitch! You really showed the patriarchy, heh heh. This isn’t art, you moron. This is just you realizing where women really belong; not in art but on their knees! I hope you take this lesson to heart. I’ll help you on your path, though. I’ll make sure you fail out of the art program altogether! This is where cunts belong, not in my class. Say ‘thank you’ now, you whore.”

*sniff* “Thank you, p-p-professor.”

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Your ‘best friend’ kicked you out of the apartment for fucking her boyfriend and being a whore. She made sure everyone knew, and all your friends abandoned you. Even your most sexually liberated feminist friends thought you were a traitor to the sisterhood. It was then a representative from the Frat told you how much money they’d made off of videos of you. He offered to give you room and board if you kept ‘preforming’ for them. That’s how you become a frat house whore. 

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strangefascination74:

What a wonderful pussy…….

April 10, 1993.

I found her writing another letter to Mark.

I thought when we moved away, she’d let him go and we’d get our marriage back on track, but that’s not the way it worked out.  She still missed him, she still wrote him, she still called him all the time (and in those days, that meant long-distance phone bills).

She said, “sweetie… I’ve got a big favor to ask you…”

oh crap.

“Can you… take some pictures of me?  Like… naked pictures?”

“…”

“Please????  when you’re done I’ll still be naked and we can… have a little fun…”

Oh what the hell… I’d long since accepted that this thing with Mark wasn’t gonna just run its course anytime soon.

I took several pictures, she picked one and wrote “WISH YOU WERE HERE!” on it, and put it in the envelope with her letter.

A month later he came to visit… she was so excited… he spent four nights sleeping in that bed with her, on those same sheets…

A few months later, he was back, staying with us “just until he finds a place here”.

He’s still here.  She sleeps between us every night.  Two of the kids are his.

This is definitely not the marriage I thought I had signed up for, but it didn’t take me too long to adjust, and we’re all happy with it now…

Wow wow wow wow.

I love it when a cuckold post veers from jealousy-based eroticized-fear fantasy to poly domestic bliss postcard. So sweet.

Callie was so angry. Angry that Jordan just got away with treating everyone like trash. Angry that you let him do it. If no one was going to stand up to a bully, then she would. 

“Please, honey, just forget about it. You know how he is. He acts real nice to everyone’s face, he lulls you into a false security, then he tricks you, and later you’re left wondering how the hell he got the better of you. I still don’t understand how he got me to bet my car against him in a game of Flipside. I don’t even think that’s a real card game! But he sure as hell drives around in my Tesla now!”

“Someone has to stop him! And since everyone else is too sissy, I guess it will have to be me”

She stormed off to another one of his stupid parties. Callie wore fancy underwear, a sexy low-cut top and a short skirt. It was an unfortunate necessity. Jordan’s parties were disgustingly popular and he let his gross friends be bouncers. They only let in their male friends and guys whose girls they thought they could fuck. For solo girls…if they didn’t like you or your outfit, they might ask you to flash them and decide if your lingerie was more worthwhile. Callie was ashamed to admit she had done so gleefully, before, when she was more naive and didn’t know what garbage they all were.

This time she showed up alone, full of fire, and Zeek let her in with an approving nod. He did slap her ass as she passed, calling out “Hot one coming through!” Pig. Callie had a few drinks for bravery. Sealed beers, just in case. Then she marched up to Jordan, who had a girl on each side of him, snuggling up. 

“Womanizer! Trickster! Immoral monster! I challenge you! I will beat you and shame you. As reward, I want you to leave this town!”

“Whoa, hello to you  too, Calliope. How’s your embarrassment of a boyfriend? Does he still have that ass tattoo – ‘Jordy’s Bitch’ – I tricked him into getting from the tattoo artist I bribed? Hmm? Well, that’s neither here nor there. You know I can’t resist a game. You got me there. What do I get if I win?”

“You won’t. I am your better.”

“Fair. But then why should I play?”

“Name your price, Jordy. It doesn’t matter.”

“Well, you want me out. Sooo, I guess…I want you in. You’ll move into my humble abode here.”

“What?” Calliope was confused. She was pretty sure Jordan and she had established they hated each other a while ago. He had called her the c-word, she had never forgiven him, and had finally seen his true evil nature. He was a user and abuser. She’d been working to discredit him ever since and he’d been none too pleased. Especially that time she nearly got him kicked out of school.

“There’s a spare room. No worries about impropriety. It’s been open for a few weeks. I need a tenant, is all. You will sign the year lease and move in.”

“That’s weird…but I guess, okay?”

“Shake on it?”

She did.

“I won’t lose,” Callie declared, “I have the perfect game.”

“Oh? But you challenged me.”

“Exactly. I want you gone.”

“You don’t understand. The challenger challenges. They state what they want, what they are willing to wager for. The challenged then picks the weapon, the game, if you will. Right?”

Everyone nodded and agreed. Even people Callie knew were on her side. She was horrified.

“But…no…so…what game did you?”

“Nothing too bad. We go out into my backyard and play Hide and Seek-”

“Ha! I was always the best at that!”

“Let me finish. Hide and Seek, with a twist. We are adults, after all. We need something to make it interesting.”

“Oh.”

“I call it Strip Hide and Seek. It’s simple. You go and hide. For every minute that my friends and I can’t find you, you remove a piece of clothing.”

“What?!”

“Shhh, my pet. Every minute you get to remove an article of clothing hiding that wonderful body of yours. And! You must take a selfie on the minute as proof, and send it to my party Slack chatroom. The hunters won’t look, scout’s honor. But everyone else here will know. If you get naked before we can find you, you win. You are free to go and I will honor my side of the deal and leave town. 

Those photos will be my last sweet reminder of you. 

But if I win, you move in tonight. And I promise you…I won’t stop trying to see more of your body. I will tell your pathetic boyfriend of my intentions and I will dedicate every day to winning your lusts and fucking you.”

Calliope blushed. Honestly, she’d had a crush on Jordan before the big fight. She had no idea he had ever been interested in her, let alone now after she’d spent so much time trying to ruin him. 

No! She shook her head. He was vile and she needed to focus on getting him gone. She could still win. The woods behind his house were vast.  

“Ughh! You are so gross! Fine. I don’t have much choice. Let’s do it.”

They all went out back. Jordan and a couple friends turned around and counted to 100. Everyone else made sure they were logged into the Slack chat. Sure enough, before they were done counting, a photo was posted of Callie. She was looking smug in the hollow of a big tree, her shirt removed. Then the hunters were released. 

Callie was in fact very good at hiding, but sadly she couldn’t have know Jordan had an elaborate security camera array. He and his buds were able to locate her quickly and take some nice video of her darting about and stripping. They made sure to make loud noises in the wrong places, and were rewarded with progressively sexier and confident posing from Calliope.  

She was a little disappointed, really, that it felt so easy. A not so distant part of Callie wanted Jordan to take her. To claim her and shame her. But she pushed those feelings down and basked in the glow of her impending victory. She wanted to make these photos good. She wanted them to be what he fapped to in some distant place, as he ruminated on how she beat him at his own game. 

Just as Callie was about to remove her panties and snap a last photo, Jordan stepped out from behind a tree and grabbed her.

“Shhh, my pet. Shh, shh. You did well, but you lost. You are mine now. And that’s what you really wanted, right? To be my loser? To be my bitchy little roommate with the fiery attitude, who I eventually break and turn into my slut. Who I make cuckold her sissy boyfriend, letting him know he lost completely to a man he hates. A man you yourself despise. Mmm, yes, I can feel you trembling. Let’s go back to the house, your new home. No, no, I don’t think you get your clothes back tonight. They’ve all seen your shameless display already anyway. Oh! But let’s take one more selfie, together, so they know where you’ll be spending your nights now.”

*snap*  

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(via Chris Searl – Sophie Strobele)

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You were annoyed your neighbor wouldn’t stop badgering your girlfriend to get into the pool with him. You didn’t know how to swim and Jules had sweetly promised she’d stay on the sidelines with you in solidarity. But Alex had been relentless, begging and teasing. “Don’t let your your your little scaredy cat boy keep you from a good time.” Ugh. 

“Just go in for a bit and he’ll let it go,” you whispered.

“Tell Alex to fuck off and he’ll let it go,” she retorted.

“Heh, come on, it’s just Alex. He’s always like this.”

“Yeah and someone needs to stand up to him!” she breathed, irritated.

“Yeah…it just he’s, kinda scary, you know? Plus, I’m new in town and I think he can help me make friends…” you trailed off, awkwardly.

“Your hot girlfriend isn’t good enough for that?!” she spat, getting up off your lap. “Alright, Alex baby! I am growing tired of this scaredy cat. Show me a good time!” She dove into the pool, still wearing her shorts and tshirt. Oh gosh, she really seemed mad. 

Alex didn’t need to be told twice; he cannon-balled in right beside her as she surfaced. She shrieked and laughed, splashing water into his face. They fooled around, shouting and splashing like kids for a few minutes. At one point Alex just grabbed her waist and  hurled her fully into the air. The eruption from her landing even hit you. 

As she wiped her face and spit out water, you could tell her shirt had floated up a bit, seemingly showing off her belly. She made no attempt to adjust it. At least she hadn’t brought a swimsuit she could show off! Alex had floated away and now made a long lap back underwater to Jules. Was he…checking her out? 

“Nice form you’ve got down there,” he said smugly. Jules blushed. “She looks real good, bud!” Alex called to you. Thanks? Then Alex asked your girlfriend, “You want me to show you what a real man can do?” 

“Yeah sure, someone has to” she replied, glaring over at you. Fuck, what the hell was going on? He dove under the surface..and didn’t come up. Jules looked nervous. Where was he? He’d been down too long. They were too close to the edge to see where he’d gone. Then Jules gasped. But he didn’t appear? Instead her contorted face stayed that way for moments, as she reached out a hand to the pool’s lip, gripping tight and closing her eyes. She let out another tiny strangled sound and bit her lip hard.

Then Alex surfaced. “Ta-da! I can hold my breath for three minutes!” Jules just stared at him in shock, breathing heavily. She raised her hand up as if to slap him. Then a look passed over her face and she lowered it.

“Show me again.”