Creating New Life Through Words
This tale I'm about to share is regarding authors of erotic literature. It was created by the same team that developed 'Traffic' and 'Traffic 2'.
This is a real account. The events in this narrative unfolded in the Mid Atlantic in 2024. To maintain their anonymity, names have been altered. The story is being shared as it truly happened.
Steven was in an irritated state, not angry or angry, just mildly irritated. It was multiple factors at play. His job had been more challenging than normal. His spouse had been preoccupied, both with her work and a new group she'd recently joined, something related to charity. Steven appreciated this; he found her to be fulfilled, which in turn brought him joy. As long as she was around, their intimate encounters had been phenomenal recently.
Steven and his wife were mature. They recognized the importance of sexual satisfaction, and had established a non-traditional arrangement when they first began their relationship. Both had experienced sexual intimacy with others. More often than not, this occurred separately. This arrangement worked well for them. It was thrilling to discuss these experiences collectively. If anything, these extramarital affairs created a deeper connection between them. It wasn't as if they loved each other less; rather, they considered sharing these adventures to be a means of deepening their bond.
Yet seeking out a suitable companion for such encounters proved to be difficult. The process required time and effort. To Steven's budget, this investment seemed commensurate with the potential rewards. His preference, however, lay in getting familiar with his extramarital partners. He found it gratifying to engage in intimate discourse after their encounters.
Steven had opted for an alternative approach when facing writing roadblocks. He turned to a task he enjoyed. He decided to create erotica. His prose stimulated him, and gauging the reader's response affirmed his prowess in this particular genre.
On this particular day, Steven was blessed with solitude in his home. His spouse was at an event with her charity group, providing him the perfect opportunity to focus on his work. His mind, however, was scarcely focused on his chosen task. Wordplay and ideas used to flow effortlessly. What had gone awry?
Seeking a diversion, Steven opened up his phone. Writing had been a substantial source of pleasure. He had even developed friendships with fellow authors. Feeding off each other's talents, they learned from one another. One particular woman author piqued his interest. They shared a name of sorts, which he jokingly dubbed her his female alter-ego. They shared a connection, a shared sense of humor, and certain common interests.
Steven hadn't considered the age difference when he engaged in conversation with Stephanie. Her youth didn't deter their rapport. He appreciated her writing, and she felt the same about his works. They formed an unorthodox friendship. They communicated daily, discussing writing, weather, and life itself. Although they shared the same hobby, their connection deviated from anything romantic. Stephanie was also in a committed marriage, an obstacle not deemed insurmountable. Writing, especially when it involved exchanging erotic stories, was a naturally sensual process. Yet their dynamic was that of writing companions.
Steven tapped on his screen, checking for messages from Stephanie. Sure enough, she had sent a few. A piece from her current work-in-progress, a funny photograph from a store, and then one simply greeting him and inquiring about his day.
Steven typed a response. They had few secrets from each other. He enlightened her on his current state and the fact that his spouse was not home. Stephanie almost always had a reassuring word.
Steven perused a few other messages from other individuals. Stephanie had replied to his latest message.
Joy radiated from those small, digital symbols. This wasn't a romantic relationship, yet he truly felt a connection to his counterpart. He cared for her dearly.
Steven crafted a response:
Stephanie's reply arrived promptly:
The hearts signified tender emotions. Steven understood their meaning. This wasn't a romantic relationship, but he found himself close to his friend. He was fond of her.
Steven knew exactly what Stephanie had in store for him. On several past occasions, when he'd been unwell or downcast, she'd written a private story just for him. These works always cheered him up, making him feel special or even cared for. She would later publish some of these compositions but attributed them to imaginary individuals. |||
Steve grinned to himself as he thought about how lucky he was to have a buddy who shared some of his kinks. He had a few tasks to take care of around the house and needed to grab a couple of things from the store. Ninety minutes later, he was back home. Perhaps he'd give writing a try. When he pulled out his phone, Steve noticed he had a fresh message from his friend. Steph could type quickly, but he hadn't anticipated hearing from her until the evening.
Curious about what she had to say, Steve opened the conversation:
Steve's world started spinning. Had he misread the message? But no, she'd said what she'd said. He went to the window. Across the street was a silver SUV. He'd noticed it when pulling into the drive, but hadn't paid much attention to it. Why would he?
Steve knew it was the same make and color as Stephanie's car. Could it be, could it?
Looking closer, the windshield reflection made it difficult to see clearly. Was that someone inside waving at him? Maybe a hint of blonde hair? No, Steph was clearly playing him. And Steve's overactive imagination was just filling in the blanks. Stephanie was just pranking him. Steve chuckled, and relaxed.
And then the driver's door opened and she stepped out. Even from across the road, Steve had no doubt it was her. Petite, slim, with a mop of unruly, dirty blonde hair, showing signs of lightening at the tips. Even before she looked up at him and waved, Steve knew it would be her face that he saw. Stephanie's face.
Steve's heart seemed to have stopped, and his breathing slowed. Stephanie looked both ways, and skipped across the street, her high heels clipping, her short raincoat flapping. Flapping in a way that gave a brief glimpse of black thigh highs. Steve could feel himself trembling, unsure if it was from disbelief or excitement. When the buzzer sounded, he couldn't move for a few seconds, and then rushed to the door.
And there she was, smiling her crooked smile.
Steve was speechless, but Stephanie simply giggled and teasingly said, "Hi, honey, I'm home."
Steve just stared at her. A look of slight annoyance crossed Stephanie's freckled face. "Well, are you going to let me in, or am I going to stay out here freezing my ass off?"
Steve stepped back as she entered the house, running a finger down his cheek as she passed him. Steve shut the door and turned to look at his friend.
As he did, she unbuckled her coat, letting it fall to the floor. Steve gasped. He was right about the thigh highs. But they were hold ups, and his friend was completely nude apart from them and her shoes. Steve's eyes wandered slowly up her thin, nylon-clad legs, lingering at her perfectly smooth pussy. Then his gaze ascended her flat stomach. Past her pierced but unadorned belly button, up to the two tiny mounds of flesh above, each tipped with bullet nipples, then it was indeed cold.
It took Steve a little while to look any higher. When he eventually met Stephanie's big gray-blue eyes, she was pouting in mock annoyance. "I'm up here, sweetie."
Suddenly Steve found his voice and uttered a long, drawn out, "Fuck!"
Stephanie smiled at him and her response almost gave Steve a heart attack. "Yes, please, if you'd like to, of course."
Steve could feel his desire surging, but there was something he needed to ask. "But, Steph, your husband?"
A frown crossed Stephanie's face, and Steve wondered if he'd said something wrong. But Stephanie's words made him realize the issue was elsewhere. "Well... I don't like to say it.... He... well I found him in bed with my best friend. And when I say 'in bed,' I mean 'in her.'"
Steve was shocked. "Oh, shit, I'm so sorry, I thought you guys were solid." He didn't know what else to say.
Stephanie smiled a little sadly. "It's okay, we are, it was a... a misunderstanding. I... I don't really want to explain, if that's okay. But... well... I hope I'm not insulting you... it's just..."
Stephanie looked at Steve, her head on one side, hands clasped in front of her nude middle, and rocking from side to side. 'Fuck she'd be incredible in role play,' thought Steve.
Stephanie's voice had risen an octave, and sounded plaintive. It appeared she really wanted something. "It's just he owes me. And... well there is no one I'd rather..."
She left the sentence hanging and looked at Steve with her big eyes wide open. "You're not upset with me, are you, babe? I'd hate for you to be upset with me."
"I'm not upset, sweetie. Just... checking. I'm not going to kick you out, if that's what you're concerned about."
Stephanie grinned. "I never thought you'd ask me to leave. I was just worried you might not want to fuck me."
Steven was surprised by her no-nonsense approach. But in a good way. Stephanie had nerve enough to make the first move, plainly voicing her wishes.
Steven decided to be just as bold. "Alright, since it's clear you're cold, let me warm you up."
He edged closer, wrapping the stunning naked blonde in his arms, his hands instantly landing on her back. He gently ran his palms over her, purposefully going slowly, focusing on her back, her shoulders, and her arms. Despite her body temperature increasing, she remained shivery in his hold.
"Feeling okay?"
"Indeed. That feels... wonderful."
His hands then shifted down, gently resting on her sides, dancing on her bare hips, now hugging him tightly.
Their height difference made the situation a bit awkward, but he could feel himself stiffening due to her actions, and she seemed to feel the same based on her soft moans and quickened movements.
Their eyes met for the first time. Steven had to clear his throat to talk.
"Let's move someplace more comfortable."
He took her hand, then guided her upstairs. Once in the bedroom, he once again pulled her to him, then gave her a passionate kiss before gently pushing her back on the bed.
"Lie down." His voice was deep and strong. "Spread your legs. Show me."
Stephanie enjoyed this pushy side of him. Smiling, she leaned against the pillows, her blond hair cascading over her head and shoulders, her perky boobs heaving with each breath, her hard swollen nipples pointing directly at him.
With a steady slowness, she opened her legs wider, providing him with a tantalizing view of her glistening pink sex. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes." Steven was already undressing. "Touch yourself. Show me how ready you are."
Stephanie complied, moving her slender fingers into her moist center, spreading open her swollen folds, gathering the wetness forming there with her fingertips and spreading it around, lubricating her sex with a shiny sheen.
Her actions had a notable effect on him, especially once he got rid of his jeans. The bulge in his boxer briefs was unmistakable. Her mouth watered at the prospect of him.
His eyes met hers. "I know what you want."
"I do."
"Ask me to do it. Beg me."
Stephanie scrambled to the edge of the bed, then relaxed. Raising her legs, she spread them as wide as possible, using her arms to hold them aloft. "Come here. Taste me. Smell me. Lick me. Do it, please!"
Steven kneeled in front of her. He'd longed for her smell, and it didn't disappoint. It was strong, earthy, and undeniably feminine, and it had him throbbing even harder. She was wet, ready, eager. He could've easily taken off his boxers and thrust into her.
Instead, he inched closer, rolling Stephanie's hosiery down her slender legs. His hands went from there and continued up her creamy thighs until they framed her perfectly-proportioned sex.
His fingers separated her petals. It was evident she didn't need the foreplay. But he loved giving oral, plus he couldn't deny his fascination with exploring those hidden, intimate folds and creases.
Her scent grew fiercer as he teased, intoxicating. It lured him. Looking up from between her legs, he found her green eyes beseeching him not to delay.
With a sly smile, he at last dove in. Stephanie gasped as his lips met her, then moaned with delight as he expertly licked her aching flesh. And when he found her clit, she exclaimed, "Oh, fuck yes!"
Letting go of her legs, she grabbed his hair. Steven let her lead him, following her jerks and thrusts, as well as her vocal instructions. "Yes! Right there! Oh, fuck, just like that! Steady, steady... oh, god, my clit is throbbing, babe, just... oh, yes...."
Her moans faded into groans of bliss, growing progressively louder in his ear.
Suddenly her hips surged up off the bed, and he had to hold her down while she spasmed and writhed beneath him, uncontrollably gasping and giggling as her climax swept over her like an unstoppable wave of indescribable pleasure.
Finally, she pushed his head away, and Steven realized she was now overtly sensitive.
He moved higher, laying next to her. Naked bodies now entangled, they kissed and snuggled softly as she slowly regained control.
-- -- -- [With kind permissions, I have taken artistic liberties to recreate a wonderful original mercykills30 piece from r/cummission. It is extremley enjoyable reading. I will credit this community with setting the quirky, slightly undaunted tone for my modified version. ]
Steven was amazed by how peaceful the silence between them was. There was no pressure to make small chat or to reassure him about his performance. Her steady breathing and the way she lazily wrapped her naked body around him gave him all the information he needed.
When she eventually spoke, she asked, "Can you feel that? You seem to be thrusting against me."
Before he could answer, Stephanie grabbed his hand and moved it lower, directing it between her legs. The heat of her skin felt incredible along his shaft, and he instinctively started rocking against her.
Letting go of him, she now tried to take his hand back to her crotch, "If you want more attention, why don't you put your cock where it belongs?"
Steven didn't hesitate in moving into position, aligning his body with hers. He could feel her warmth, her wetness, and saw her eagerness in how she pressed her buttocks back against him.
When he finally entered her, they both sighed, gained by the intense feeling of being wrapped in a tight, hot cocoon.
Gently, he pumped his hips, widening her, stretching her out, until he felt his entire length was within her. "You feel incredible, Steph. This is incredible."
He knew Stephanie could take rough lovemaking. He also knew that she often enjoyed vigorous sex. But he didn't want to rush. He wanted to savor this tender union, this closeness.
Both of them joined as one, they found a steady rhythm that felt harmonious. Their breathing, their cries, and their soft moans were in sync.
The sensations were intense. Steven's desire to release was overwhelming. But he was old-fashioned, and there was a part of him that wanted to satisfy her before giving in to his own cravings.
Stephanie pushed herself back again, yearning for deeper penetration, only to be denied by his position. He knew what she needed. With one hard spank, he ordered, "Get on your hands and knees. Ass up. Now."
Stephanie's eyes sparkled with understanding and she promptly moved into position, wiggling her bottom for him. He slapped her rounded cheeks, first on one side, then the other. "Oh wow! Steven, that's so intense!"
Once more he grabbed her waist and ran his cock deep within her. He remained gentle but firm, taking his time to feel her warmth surrounding him.
But then, with her pleadings becoming more urgent, he lost all inhibitions. He began to thrust with force, an animalistic mating dance. He felt the hair around her beautiful face falling about her as she tossed her head, but had no time to enjoy the sight.
"Fuck me, Steven! Fuck me harder! Fuck me fast! Yes, fuck me, Steven, fuck me hard! Fuck me deeply!"
Stephanie began to lose control. Her words became incoherent. Her body became so close to the edge of her orgasm that Steven could feel her shaking, extending her orgasms one after another.
Steven, too, was nearly there. In this last moment, he had one final trick; a trick he had promised her would drive her wild.
He pulled out, reached down, and smeared his finger tips in her juices. Then, he pushed his lubricated fingers around her asshole.
"Steven! Oh my god! What are you doing?! My ass!"
She was tight there but he coated himself with her juices, pushing his fingers past the tight entrance. Stephanie screamed, "Fuck me! Oh god, yes, your thumb is in me!"
As they both neared their climax, he pulled out of her, setting her up on hands and knees. He lubed a finger, slipped it inside her ass, and pushed it in and out.
His thrusting became stronger, faster, relentless. Stephanie's shrill cries filled the room, "Fuck harder! I want to cum. Please, please let me cum!"
Just as she reached her peak, he felt that familiar sensation of impending climax gathering inside him. He bent down over her back, "Cum with me!"
She wailed, "I can't hold it back! I can't! Ahh! Fuck!" and gave in to her release, screaming, "Yes, I'm cumming!"
In response, Steven let go, unloading into her. They both collapsed on the bed, sweaty, drained and completely spent.
The speaking ceased as their climax arrived. The two intertwined, linked by pleasure, by ecstasy, by the absolute joy of sharing the most intimate human connection possible. Their worlds were brimming with colors and stars and surges of pure energy, pulsing through each of their drained, spent bodies.
They collapsed on top of each other in a heap, soaking wet and shaking.
"That was...that was..." Stephanie gasped next to him, her breath warm and carrying a hint of wine.
Steve fondled her hair. "I know, Steph, I know. It was for me too."
He kissed her lips. "Thank you, Steph. For this, and for being my friend."
Stephanie smiled beneath his arm, and his heart couldn't help but pitter-patter at the way that smile wrinkled her adorable freckled face. "No need to thank me, hun. After all, that's what friends are for, right?"
With that, Stephanie snuggled into his arms and closed her eyes. Steve watched her for a while, until her breath became rhythmic. Then he, too, fell asleep.
Steve dozed blissfully. His slumber was disrupted by a vibrant dream. In it a fair-complexioned, freckled face was nestled between his legs. A bright pair of grey eyes, larger in size than average, locked onto his. Stephanie's mouth engulfed him, taking his penis surprisingly deep. But then it was just a dream.
A kind of gargling, moaning noise roused him, and – through hazy eyes – Steve saw… his dream. Stephanie's mouth was pressed hard against his body. Her eyes were bulging, and sweat was running down her brow.
Steve's first thought was that she was distressed. Instead, Stephanie winked at him, then pulled up with a deep breath, spitting droplets of saliva from her chin. Her look was triumphant. "Ah ha! See! Too big for me to take balls-deep? No man has ever done so!"
Stephan and Steve had previously discussed her deep throat fascination, but he'd assumed she was being a bit over the top, if not just teasing. Before Steve had time to respond, she took a breath and thrust back down. Watching the petite blonde make his not insignificant length vanish was the most erotic thing Steve had ever witnessed.
Stephanie pulled her head up again, gasping deeply, but still grinning. "Oh ye of little faith, right?"
Steve blushed. "I'm sorry for doubting you; was I that obvious?"
"You're a guy, hun. Obvious doesn't even begin to describe it." They both laughed.
And then Stephanie adopted the voice she used when a wicked thought crossed her mind. "Well, if you really want to give me a real test, maybe I could simply lie with my head hanging off the bed."
The contrast between her sweet, nearly innocent girl-next-door appearance and the filth that occupied Stephanie's mind was astonishing. She was a girl with a heart next to Steve's own. "Alright, darling, if that's what you want?"
Stephanie offered him a 'you're not fooling me' look, then readjusted her small body as she suggested. "Come on, big guy, bet you can't make me gag."
Steve was ready for the challenge, so was the necessary body part. Indeed, his erection had never felt harder, even after having a prior orgasm. Yet, Stephanie was his friend, and he didn't want to hurt her. And so he was gentle as he inserted himself a few inches into her tilted-back head. That, however, lasted only until Stephanie wrapped her fingers tightly around his arse and pulled him all the way in.
At full penetration, Stephanie tapped Steve's thigh, then nodded, as much as her contorted situation allowed. Understanding what she wanted and that he also wanted it, Steve began to rock back and forth, Stephanie's hands encouraging him like a jockey.
As the erotic and symbolic aspects of what they were doing swirled through Steve's head, the sensation of Stephanie's cheeks and oesophagus caressing him generated an incredible amount of tingling sensation throughout his entire body. Unable to contain himself, he slammed Stephanie's throat like he had slammed her pussy.
Stephanie had found her clit some time ago, and had been frantically rubbing it for a while. As Steve's stomach smacked against her lips, Stephanie began to thrash and buck. It was then her chest turned a bright red, and Steve felt the reverb of Stephanie's muffled orgasmic moans on his erection. The combination of sight and sensation pushed him over the edge, and he unloaded in Stephanie's throat.
Steve panted and twitched and was struggle to grasp the meaning of what they had just shared. A high-pitched sound interrupted his thoughts. The sound of… clapping?
He turned toward the noise, and saw – with utter dismay – his wife, along with a man he didn't recognize, both clapping.
Hey there, love, it took you a while, and hey again, Kimberly, fantastic seeing you once more.
Steven couldn't help but chuckle as he physically resembled the Bocca della Verita for what felt like an eternity while everyone erupted in laughter. Even Stephanie couldn't help but laugh heartily, even with cum still seeping from the side of her mouth.
Finally, he cleared his throat. "Alright, so you had me believing this was a setup, but what the heck is actually going on here?"
Stephanie hopped up and kissed Steven with saliva still dripping from her lips. "Please don't be mad, darling. I just fulfilled a fantasy. Two fantasies, if you count hummering me."
Stephanie ambled over to the others, completely oblivious to her nudity or just not caring in the slightest. She went on her tiptoes to kiss the man before turning to make an introduction. "Steven, meet Samuel, my husband. Sam, this is Steven."
Sam waved and beamed gently. Steven was stunned and couldn't help but appreciate the bizarre situation. He had just deepthroated the guy's wife in front of him. But there wasn't much time to ponder the awkwardness as Stephanie nestled back amongst the others.
Samuel now kissed Stephanie while Kim massaged the younger woman's labia. Despite his recent exertions, Steven's arousal was back against the terry cloth material. He extended his hand, offering Stephanie a robe.
Kimberly demurred. "No, I think Stephanie's just fine without it. Take a seat, honey, I bet you have lots of questions."
Kim didn't stop rubbing Stephanie while she spoke to her husband. Stephanie now positioned her head on Kim's shoulder, eyes tightly closed, lips parted and breathing deeply.
Steven obeyed and sat down. He was having trouble even forming words, but it was clear that there was a conspiracy. They all knew each other, and Kim and Steph had become increasingly preoccupied with each other. Sam took the lead in the conversation.
"First things first, I just want to say this all good. As you can see... he looked at Kimberly, whom Stephanie was now kissing fervently, making room for Sam to slip two fingers into her... I'm used to Steph being with other people. You did a great job down there earlier, by the way, she always complains if I hold back."
Sam's eyes flickered to the women entangled in each other, his tone casual. "You know, we're all acquainted. Steph and Kim have bonded in recent weeks. She approached us. Don't know the specifics, but she must've seen y'all chatting or sharing your words."
Steven was flabbergasted. He was open with Kim about his hobby, so the sudden interest was puzzling.
Sam steady-paced on. "I usually avoid sharing your site with Steph, respecting her privacy. This whole setup was actually her idea." He paused before adding with a smile, "Keep in mind, Kim is a fantastic kisser too."
As dear old Steven pondered on the strangeness of the day, he couldn't help but wonder if things could get even more surreal; and they did as Sam continued. "And Kim told Steph she thought you were sexy as hell. Fancied you, she said."
Steven hadn't expected this to go down this way. But it had, and Stephanie's muffled moans as Kimbingley finger-fucked her earned Samuel another beer.
"So you know, they met up. They kept it a secret from me, probably wanted to make it sexy and special. I joined them last time and it was an absolute blast." Kim was a gem, he noted, and her oral skills? Superior.
The roles had now switched and Kimberly was sucking Stephanie's pussy with obvious enjoyment. Sam smiled at the sounds of moans his wife was making. He, at least, seemed relaxed with the state of affairs.
I hypothesized, presuming my conception was correct, "It's my understanding, Kim felt guilty since she'd been occupied with work and other demands. Her solution was to procure you a gift, she phrased it as such."
Sam beamed with satisfaction. "Her demonstration of gesture. Additionally, Steph, she's an excellent actress. Don't be alarmed if she deceived you. You should witness her performance as a schoolgirl." He appeared nostalgic at this point.
"And you and her best friend?"
Sam was amused. "Yes, I'd relish fucking her, but she doesn't fancy guys. In my opinion, a white lie."
Another idea transpired to Steven. "Then Kim's current charity platform?"
"Ah, it would involve me and Steph." Sam shrugged casually, and remarked. "And that's us."
The conclusion of his speech was drowned out by Stephanie's orgasmic cries. After the noise died down, he continued. "This situation may be overwhelming, but I recommend embracing it."
Now Sam grinned. "In fact, I possess a further suggestion. Steph particularly relishes intense anal stimulation a few minutes following climaxing. Feel free to explore."
Steven expressed skepticism. "And you?"
For the first time, Samuel blushed. "Well, proverbially, Kim's exclusive actions mapped to orally indulging me. I wondered if I might...?"
And so both guys accepted sharing their wives, consciously understanding the decision was predominantly Stephanie and Kim's choice. Then, on occasion, male pride craves validation, even if unfounded.
A few minutes later, during Steven's gradual infiltration into Stephanie's locked anus, she convulsed and quivered at the strength of his intrusion. Steven then pondered why he had ever doubted his friend.
Sam placed his hand on Steven's shoulder. "This scenario is a lot to process, I comprehend. My recommendation? Proceed with the current progress."
Now Sam chuckled. "And, by the way, I have a secondary proposal. Steph greatly appreciates deep anal a few minutes after culminating. You are welcome to indulge."
Steven eventually regained his voice. "And you?"
For the first time, Samuel became flushed. "In truth, Kim has remarkably only engaged in orally pleasing me. I contemplated if I may...?"
And thus both men mutually consented to sharing their partners, cognizant the ultimate decision had been made with Stephanie and Kim's agreement. Then, sometimes male ego seeks defense, even if unfounded.
Minutes later, as Steven slid into Stephanie's tight anal entrance fully, and she shuddered at the potency of his intrusion, he observed his wife simultaneously receiving a vigorous thrusting by Samuel. Steven mused that writing erotica was not the worst hobby to engage in.
Then Stephanie clenched around his shaft, and Steven had little room for any other thoughts.
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- Yes, Darling
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