I don't usually reread my stories. Once they're published, I let them go. But there's one in particular that holds a side story I never wrote... until now.It was with "My Husband Plants the Idea of Sleeping with Someone Else." A text born of doubt, excitement, and provocation. I just wanted to explore that disturbing fantasy: that the desire for another doesn't come from us, but from the one we love.
Alma and Max met to study in the university library. It wasn't the first time; their friendship began at the beginning of the semester, and they regularly spent the afternoon solving exercises, reviewing notes, and chatting. Max had begun to develop feelings for her, but Alma was a shy and reserved girl who avoided very personal topics. One afternoon, while talking about her dreams and interests, she felt comfortable revealing a side of herself she usually keeps hidden.
It may seem like I'm always looking for sexual partners every time I go out alone, and to be honest, it's true. However, the story I'm about to tell here isn't a continuation of the previous ones. It happened before them and, of course, is something rare, reserved only for those who are attentive and open to the opportunities that every street corner, market, or pharmacy can offer.
My name is TUFÃO, I'm 37 years old, light brown, 5'7", average build, 6.5" dick, and I live in Azeitão. I do gardening and pruning, and on one of these jobs, I went to clear some land for a couple in Palmela, a difficult place deep in the forest. This couple was super nice and gave me tasks to do.
In the early 2000s, I worked at a higher education institution recognized for its high standards of teaching and religious strictness. Thanks to my administrative expertise, I eventually landed the position of director of education. During this period, a professor was found kissing and half-naked with one of the students inside the university.
Man, I need to tell someone what happened to me or I'm going to freak out - he said in a rush, very worried and anxious, even.- Speak up, Mané, but breathe, because otherwise you won't tell me anything - I encouraged, already very curious.
Tying up my blonde hair in front of the gym mirror. Noticing the horny guys checking me out. My cuckold boyfriend at work and his friend looking at me like a pervert, dying to fuck me all over again.
My wife and I are not just husband and wife, we are also the closest of friends. When I confessed to her that I am bi, she was happy and confessed to me that she always dreamed that her man would have a developed feminine essence, so that she could, for example, choose underwear with him, knowing that it gives him the same pleasure as she does, or fearlessly discuss the guys she likes, in general, she always wanted her husband to be her closest friend and I happily agreed to be her friend.
It happened a few years ago. My name is Artem. I finished school in my small village, passed the Unified State Exam and somehow miraculously entered a university in Omsk, the regional center. At that time, I was 18 years old. Moving was a way of life for me, otherwise I would have stayed in my village forever
My mother and father had two of us - me and my younger sister. We always lived very amicably. We practically never hid anything from each other and were not embarrassed. At the time I want to tell you about, Lenka was eighteen and I was twenty-five.
My husband, as usual, gets together with friends for a beer after work and comes home at about 8 o'clock... and usually in a normal state... and that day they had some kind of drinking party at work on the occasion of the delivery of a very important facility, I call and he tells me that he will be there in half an hour, I hear in the receiver that there is no voice at all, then someone takes the phone
I am 36 from Mumbai. It was a one of those hot afternoons, a holiday, I was in my shorts and a T-shirt and I was half asleep when the bell rang