public Erotic Stories

I consider myself a professional and "normal" woman. I just got married to my boyfriend of eight years (long time) and it's a great relationship. But the sex is...missing something.

At the mall today something just came over me. The JC Penny has an unmonitored changing area which is where I ended up. A wife dragged her husband ahead of me with an enormous pile of clothes. I had just a few pieces. His face was one of utter defeat - he had at least 30 minutes of sitting ahead of him.

His wife took the big handicap changing room so I went into the one next to it. This happened to be across from where he sat down.

Tried the first outfit on, a skirt and my top. Then I went out of my stall to the 180 mirrors and took a look. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed him discreetly staring.

He was a relatively average looking guy, overweight and balding but not ugly by any means. I watched his eyes drift up my legs and that's when I got turned on.

I walked back to the stall, reached for... continue reading

This is one of those stories that seems too good to be true but I will do my best to include as many details as possible so that you know that this really did happen. This is a very long story with a lot of buildup but here it goes...

Just so everyone knows, this story does involve cheating. If you don't like that, move to the next story and don't message me about it.

If you want to skip the lead up just go down to the ------------.

So I started working at this job about a year ago and immediately noticed how cute our office manager (let's call her 'K') is. K is 5'1", has long dark hair, full lips, gorgeous smile, a few tattoos and the coolest fucking personality. She dresses pretty modest but I noticed early on that she had great curves, even on her tiny frame. That being said, she was just a cool coworker. We always hung out and talked at work but I'm in a relationship and she's married so I never even thought twice about making a move. I definitely fantasized about her but never... continue reading

My wife is not what you’d generally consider an exhibitionist, but something about this little piece of clothing trips a switch inside her.

When you see her wearing one, it makes sense—her perky (natural) boobs and tight tummy seem made to be wrapped in a little stretchy piece of fabric. She looks ripe and perfect, ready to be unwrapped and devoured. Her wholesome girl-next door vibe (tall, athletic, blonde, glasses) and her ivy-league degree somehow make the effect even hotter, and the visible bikini tan lines are the icing on the cake. Everyone stares—walking around the mall is an absolute trip—and we have so much fun with that.

Another benefit of tube-tops is they’re easy (and fun) to pull down.

On occasion if nobody is looking our way—say, we’re in an empty aisle at the supermarket—I’ll reach over without warning and just… casually pull her top down, completely exposing her tits. She blushes and giggles and scrambles to get it back up before someone appears. Ten minutes later... continue reading

There's a thing about holding hands in Korea. It's normal for friends, it's normal for couples, it's not normal for a foreigner and some girl whose boyfriend apparently isn't enough for her. Weird, right? /s

That said, I was extra surprised when, as we were walking, she took my hand. I wondered if she might run into somebody she knows, or if she was worried we'd be seen, but she smiled and seemed to not have a care in the world. Good enough for me.

We'd grown close in my short time there. When we got to quieter areas, she'd steal a kiss from me. And when we wandered off the path, we'd make out intensely, but just for a second, or until we heard the rustling of somebody approaching us.

It escalated each time. First just a few seconds of tongue. Next time, slightly longer. The time after that, a bit of grinding added in. Next, some groping. We were building pressure to the point where I was ready to pounce on her at the drop of a hat.

We took our time, getting plenty distracted as... continue reading

My best friend was got married this summer. He'd asked me to be his best man.

We'd originally met in college, and I was there during the early years of his relationship with his wife.

I was excited for them to get married. The part I wasn't looking forward to was the speech I had to give—public speaking is tough.

I felt a lot of pressure to deliver a really great speech. My friend was hoping for it to be funny, with little stories from our time together as friends. However, I wanted it to be audience-appropriate and heart-warming too. I wanted everyone to be pleasantly surprised by some clever humour and touching moments. I had set my sights high.

Well, I didn't end up writing it until a week before the wedding (I mean, I only had over a year to prepare) ...

But I guess I work well under pressure; I managed to get something fairly structured down on paper (the notes app actually—which I then printed out). I broke it down into sections and rehearsed eac... continue reading

A few years ago, I met this beautiful girl on bumble. She was about 5'6, half Mexican, half Vietnamese and she had the prettiest chocolate eyes. I was sprung from the moment she messaged me.

Our conversation over text felt rather odd as she would ask me direct questions and then move onto the next topic. We probably chatted for less than a day before she gave me her phone number and asked if I wanted to hangout sometime soon. We had a short facetime call to make plans and I picked her up a few days later. She was even prettier in person and her perfume she was wearing was sensual. It was November so we were both dressed casual and comfy in hoodies, but she had on low rise jeans that showed off her small waist perfectly and hinted at her pink thong. As we drove to the beach to catch the sunset, we talked about our intestests and I learned she was a gymnast and also coached at a youth gymnastics club. Her family was also exremely religious and told me funny stories about how she would... continue reading

She's hot and young (probably mid 20's) and has to know that we can see her because our entire second floor overlooks her backyard pool. There's even a spot in her backyard where she could layout and avoid being seen by any of the neighbors. Instead she lays right where we have a great view of her. Whenever she's out there and my husband or I see her we always yell out "BAYWATCH IS ON!"

This past Sunday I was getting out of the shower and my husband yelled from the bedroom "BAYWATCH IS ON AND IT'S EXTRA SPICY!"

I grabbed a towel and came to see what the fuss was about. I found my husband in a horny trance looking out the window. I peered out and saw that she had pulled her bikini bottom to the side and was playing with her pussy. We both watched as she started thrusting her hips and squeezing one of her tits. I was standing in front of him and I felt his hard cock pressing against my ass. Not wanting to waste a golden opportunity I dropped my towel to the floor and got down on my kne... continue reading

My wife's little sister Zara has always been a little wild. She screwed her way through high school and has had plenty of shitty boyfriends over the years. When she is with a guy she's unbearable, when she's single she's awesome.

During one of her single periods she invited herself along on a vacation me and my wife were taking. She lived with her parents so was always looking for an excuse to get away. We had a cabin in the mountains, it was really relaxing. During the day we went hiking and we grilled at night. We didn't realize when we picked the place, but they had a deck with a fantastic view and a really nice hot tub. Since we didn't know none of us had brought swimsuits. But was had all know. But I had known both of them since we were kids, so we were all comfortable hopping in the hottub in our underwear.

Zara loves raising eyebrows and was al was always telling crazy stories about the latest shocking thing she had done. Once was that she was sleeping with a married friend... continue reading

I have been with my wife since we were kids. She has 2 younger sisters and we have always been close. A while back we were living in an apartment and we went through a period where her youngest sister, who still lived at home was spending a lot of time at our place. She was like 19 at the time, very cute party girl type who loved to drink. She wasn't getting along with her parents so she crashed with us a lot.

My wife was working nights and I was in between freelance gigs, so me and the sister spent a lot of time together. Not that I was complaining, about the cute young redhead walking around in a towel and hanging her underwear to dry in my bathroom.

She slept on our couch, and wasn't exactly an early riser. Well one night she mentioned they switched her shift and she had to get up really early for work the next day. I told her I would get her up. My alarm went off at 4. My wife was working overnight so she still wasn't home. I sleep in my underwear, had she been home... continue reading

Short version…

In the late 90s, I worked in the mall in my hometown in the summer after my freshman year of college. My good friend from high school, Tara, also worked in the mall and we’d often take breaks together.

One day, she told me she’d gotten her clit hood pierced. This was shocking to me. Not the piercing part. As a peripheral punk rock kid, most of my friends had body modifications. Tara was not one of my punk rock friends, though. She was an athlete, a long-distance runner, and it caught me off-guard. We chatted about it, sitting in the food court and she said sometimes, if she moved her legs together a certain way, she could cum from it. That’s why she’d gotten it.

I told her I didn’t believe her and asked her to show me. She said she wasn’t sure if she could do it but asked me to walk with her. After a few minutes, she changed how she was walking, sliding one leg forward at a time, almost like a model. She’d looped her arm through mine and I could hear her breath star... continue reading