Stories by HazelGrace

Disclaimer: This veers towards wife sharing and hotwifing rather than straight up cuckolding “You want me to have sex with someone else?” Sadie, my wife, asked. The question came out as more of a statement than an actual inquiry. She had been listening to our conversation from the other side...

About as gentle as I’d have expected him to, which wasn’t all that gentle, really, my lover pulled me out from underneath his work desk and made me stand before him. The look in his eyes both worried and excited me. It was a calculating one, like he’d just come up with a devious idea and was...

I slammed my purse along with the overflowing grocery bag against the kitchen counter. What was supposed to be me letting out some steam turned into further annoyance, however, since I now had a bag of half-ruined items to deal with as well. I groaned in impotent frustration, watching as my...

I shuddered when Cora brought her body even closer to mine. I could now smell her perfume and feel her body heat radiating from her thigh, which was pressed against my own. Neglected and touch-starved, my cock twitched in anticipation when she then placed her hand on my leg and leaned into me...

Just the other day, I had caught my daddy balls deep in his assistant's ass. He was telling her to work harder if she wanted the raise she thought she was already entitled to. Jealousy and arousal battled in my body at the sight of them, sweaty and joined in carnal bliss. He had me, his...

Antonio had never made me feel like that, like I was wanted and I was going to be taken without regrets. He had made me feel ashamed of my body and between him using me and mom being abused, I had somehow convinced myself that sex was humiliating and sickening. But then with daddy, it had been...

I had been in my room, reading, content to not be called upon by mom to improvise some late dinner for *** or to do a few rounds of laundry. He’d always come home with a shocking amount of dirty clothes that mom usually demanded to be dealt with as soon as possible. It wasn’t until World War...

I never knew my mom to be the cheating sort. Despite being in her late 40s, she was still a bombshell of a woman - tall, with a head full of untamable red curls, mischievous emerald eyes, voluptuous to the point she only wore custom-fitted clothes, my mom was incredibly desirable. So of course...