Desires Discovered: Erotic Stories to Explore Your Kinks

Frank and Anita

...a little story setup, but just putting the good parts here :)

Just as Anita got into a rhythm, the beads of their secluded corner parted, and a playful "knock knock" echoed through their bubble of passion. She froze, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. Frank's heart raced, his grip tightening on her hair as he looked up to see who had interrupted them.

A couple, both in their early 30s, much like them, stood there. The woman, a stunning brunette with curves that seemed to defy gravity, gave them a knowing smile. The man, tall and muscular, with a mischievous glint in his eye, held up two fingers. "Mind if we join?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate with the very air of the club.

For a moment, Anita felt a flicker of panic. This was new, uncharted territory. But then she saw the way Frank's eyes had darkened with lust, his grip on her hair loosening slightly. He was watching her, waiting for her cue, her consent to invite them into their intimate space. She swallowed, her mouth watering with both excitement and nerves. She nodded, the beads of the curtain swaying gently in the wake of her movement.

The brunette slinked through the opening, her partner following close behind. She was a vision of temptation, her voluptuous body adorned in nothing but a skimpy black thong and a matching mask. The man was equally appealing, his muscular frame bare except for a pair of leather pants that clung to his hips. His cock was already semi-erect, pointing towards them like a compass pointing north.

Anita's eyes darted to the newcomers, then back to Frank. His expression was a blend of excitement and concern, gauging her reaction. She felt a rush of adrenaline, a heady mix of fear and desire. She had never shared Frank with anyone, never even considered the possibility. Yet here they were, in the throbbing heart of The Velvet Chamber, and the opportunity was laid bare before them like a feast.

The brunette, introduced as Angela, sailed closer, her hips swaying with the seductive rhythm of the music. "I'm Angela, and this is Ben," she purred, her voice a siren's call that seemed to resonate with the very walls of the club. "You guys look like you're new here, and we like to break in newcomers." Anita felt a thrill run down her spine at her words. The couple's confidence was infectious, their ease in this erotic playground both intimidating and alluring.

Ben stepped forward, his eyes raking over Anita's exposed flesh with a hunger that made her pulse race. He was handsome in a rugged, unshaven way, his muscles flexing beneath his skin as he moved. "We've been coming here for a while," he said, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards. "We know how to show people a good time."

Anita's heart was racing, her thoughts a whirlwind of excitement and trepidation. Frank looked down at her, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Well, before you 'knocked', I was getting my dick sucked," he quipped, trying to diffuse the tension with a bit of humor. The room was so still that the echo of his words seemed to hang in the air, a silent challenge to the newcomers.

Angela's laugh was like the tinkling of chandeliers, light and infectious. She sailed closer, her breasts jiggling with every step, and placed a hand on Anita's shoulder. "Don't worry, sweetie, we won't interrupt," she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "In fact, we're here to help you get even more... acquainted with the place."

With that, Ben made quick work of pulling down his pants and boxers, exposing a luscious and well-proportioned package. His cock was thick and proud, standing at attention as if eager to join the party. Anita felt a jolt of excitement at the sight, her own desires warring with the ingrained rules of monogamy. But the heady atmosphere of the club, the whispers of passion that filled the air, made those rules feel as flimsy as the fabric of their masks.

Angela got down on her knees, her eyes never leaving Anita's as she wrapped her soft, full lips around Ben's shaft. "How about it?" she repeated, her voice a sultry whisper. "Everything I do to him, you do to Frank?" Anita felt a rush of arousal at the idea, her mind racing with the potential scenarios that could unfold.

With trembling hands, she mimicked Angela's movements, taking Frank's cock into her mouth. The taste of him was familiar, yet the situation was anything but. The smoothness of his skin, the feel of him in her mouth, it was all heightened by the presence of the other couple. She watched as Angela's head bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing as she took Ben in deep. It was a sight that was both intimidating and incredibly arousing.

As Anita's mouth moved over Frank's cock, she felt a thrill at the idea of performing for an audience. She had always been a bit of an exhibitionist at heart, and the mask she wore only amplified that feeling. She knew that underneath it, she was safe, hidden, free to explore her wildest desires without fear of judgment.

Angela's mouth worked Ben's cock with a practiced ease, her eyes locked on Anita's. Each time she took him deep, her cheeks hollowing, she would glance up to make sure Anita was following along. It was a silent dance of lust and instruction, a shared experience that transcended the boundaries of their masks.

Anita watched, her own mouth moving over Frank's shaft, trying to mimic the brunette's movements. She had always struggled to deep-throat him, the length of his cock often leaving her gagging and out of breath. But the sight of Angela's expertise fueled her determination. She took a deep breath, her hand wrapped around the base of Frank's cock, and pushed her limits further than ever before.

As she felt the tip hit the back of her throat, she couldn't help but gag, her eyes watering slightly. Frank's hands tightened in her hair, his breath hitching as he watched her try. "Easy," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Just do your best, baby." She nodded, her eyes never leaving Angela's as she took another deep breath and pushed further down, her throat stretching to accommodate him.

Angela noticed her struggle and gave her an encouraging smile, pulling back to let Ben's cock spring free from her mouth with an obscene pop. "Don't worry," she said, her voice low and soothing. "Practice makes perfect, and I can tell you've got the natural talent for it." Anita felt a flicker of competitiveness, a need to prove herself to this woman who seemed so at ease with her own sexuality.

"What do you say we switch?" Angela suggested, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to wrap around them like a velvet embrace. The idea was thrilling and terrifying all at once. To have another man's cock in her mouth, while her husband watched... it was a fantasy she had never allowed herself to fully indulge in.

Anita looked up at Frank, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear. She searched his gaze for any sign of hesitation, any indication that he was not fully on board. But all she saw was desire, a hunger that matched her own. He nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips, giving her the silent permission she so desperately needed.

With trembling hands, she released Frank's cock from her mouth and watched as Ben stepped closer. He was already fully erect, his cock a testament to his own excitement. She took a deep breath, tasting the musky air of the club, and leaned in, her lips brushing against his velvety head.

Angela said excitedly "Noo! I meant have the boys give us head and Frank mimic Ben!! But don't worry, you can suck Ben off later!!"

Anita felt a thrill at the proposal, and she couldn't hide her smile as she repositioned herself on the love seat, spreading her legs with the ease of a seasoned performer. She watched as Frank and Ben took their places, kneeling before them, their cocks standing proud and eager. She took a deep breath, her heart racing with anticipation.

The room around them had stilled, the only sound the muffled beats of the music and the soft rustle of fabric as the men got into position. Frank's eyes met hers, a question lingering in his gaze. Anita nodded, a silent affirmation of their new adventure. She leaned back, her breasts heaving as she watched the two men before her.

Ben was the first to move, his gaze locked on Angela's pussy as he leaned in. His tongue darted out, tracing a path from her knee to her clit, sending shivers through her body. She watched as he took a deep breath, savoring the scent of her arousal. Then, with a hunger that matched the rhythm of the club, he began to eat her out, his tongue sliding into her folds with a fervor that made her toes curl.

Anita watched, her breath hitching in her chest as she felt a twinge of jealousy. But that feeling was quickly drowned out by the intense need to feel the same on her own body. She turned to Frank, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He didn't need any further prompting. He leaned in, mirroring Ben's movements, his tongue finding her clit with unerring precision. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that had her hips bucking up to meet him.

The two men worked in tandem, their mouths moving in a synchronized dance of lust. Anita felt like she was floating, her body a vessel for their desires. She had never experienced anything like this before, the sensations, the nervousness, the vulnerability. It was exhilarating.

Frank's tongue flicked and swirled, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh, his technique a perfect mirror of Ben's. He was eager to show he was not a novice in the art of oral pleasure, his every move a silent declaration of his love and desire for Anita. She could feel his passion, his need to please her, in every stroke, every suck.

Ben, stopped for a moment and locked eyes with Anita, while instinctively wiping Angela's juices from his chin. "Can I get a taste of you?"

Anita's heart pounded in her chest. This was it, the moment she had been both dreading and craving. She nodded, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves. Frank looked up at her, his eyes questioning, but she didn't need to say anything. She knew he would support her, no matter what.

With a wink, Ben walked on his knees over to Anita's spread legs, pushing Frank aside. Ben looked at Frank and said "keep Angela entertained for a bit, will ya?"

The change was abrupt, but Anita felt a rush of excitement as Ben's tongue replaced Frank's. The feeling was different, his touch foreign yet thrilling. Ben's mouth was skilled, his tongue dancing around her clit with a finesse that had her gasping for breath. She could feel the eyes of the room upon her, the weight of their gazes adding a new layer of arousal to the already intense scene.

Frank, on the other hand, was frozen, his mouth hanging open slightly as he watched Ben devour his wife. It was a sight he had often fantasized about, but the reality was far more intense than he could have ever imagined. His cock was rock hard, harder than he knew possible. He glanced over at Angela, who was watching the exchange with an amused smile, her own hand idly playing with her swollen nipple.

Angela's eyes told Frank to come to her. Frank stood up and stepped over the legs of Ben and Anita as his cock led the way to Angela's side of the loveseat. Angela's mouth met the tip of Frank's cock as soon as it was within reach. Giving it a kiss of admiration.

"I'm going to take care of you," she whispered to Frank, her eyes never leaving his as she wrapped her plush lips around him. She sucked with a passion that made him feel like he was the center of the universe. The sight of Ben's tongue delving into Anita's pussy while she took him in her mouth was like a pornographic masterpiece playing out before his very eyes.

"Can you fucking believe this?!" Frank exclaimed in amazement, his voice strained with passion. "We're getting worked over by beautiful people we don't know!" The words were barely out of his mouth before a wave of pleasure washed over him. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, the thrill of the new and the excitement of the taboo mixing in a heady cocktail of desire.

Anita felt a rush of arousal at the sound of his laughter. The situation was ludicrous, yet she was so turned on she could hardly think straight. She watched as Ben's head bobbed between her legs, his tongue working her clit in a way she had never felt before. The room around them was a blur of flesh and fabric, a mosaic of masked faces and entwined bodies.

The laughter from the group was like a shot of adrenaline, breaking the tension and allowing them to fully embrace the moment. Anita felt a sense of camaraderie, a shared understanding that they were all here for the same reason: to explore the darkest, most thrilling corners of their sexuality.

Angela took the cue and went back to work on Frank, her lips moving down his shaft with a determination that spoke of her expertise. She reached his balls, gently cupping them in her hand before pulling one into her mouth. The sudden sensation of her warm, wet mouth on him was almost too much to bear, and Frank's hips bucked involuntarily.

Her tongue danced around his sac, teasing and taunting him with every flick. The sight of her, kneeling before him, her mouth full of him, was more than he could handle. He watched as she switched to the other, giving it the same attentive treatment, all the while keeping eye contact with him, her gaze smoldering.

Anita had a thought rush to her. She shouted to Frank over the music "bring that cock over here and put it in my mouth. Angela, you stay on his balls!"

Frank didn't need to be told twice, he pulled out of Angela's mouth and straddled the love seat, his cock now at eye level with Anita. She leaned in eagerly, her mouth watering at the sight of her husband's erection. Ben took this as an invitation to move closer, his tongue tracing a path along her inner thighs.

Angela, ever the professional, immediately switched her position and focus back to Frank's balls, her mouth enveloping one with a skill that spoke of countless nights spent in similar positions. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect counterpoint to the intense pleasure Anita was giving his cock with her mouth.

This was it, one of her fantasies coming to life before her eyes. She felt a strange sense of empowerment, a liberation from the constraints of her usual vanilla life. She knew right then, that they would become regulars at the Velvet Room.

As Ben's tongue delved deeper into her pussy, Anita took Frank's cock into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. The taste of her own juices on his tongue was surprisingly arousing, and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter with each stroke. Meanwhile, Frank watched Ben's head moving between her legs, his tongue flicking against her clit with a skill that had her panting.

Suddenly, Frank felt the familiar tingle in his balls, the precursor to an orgasm that threatened to overwhelm him. Panic set in, and he knew he had to stop this before it was too late. He didn't want to ruin the moment, didn't want to pull away from the incredible sensations that were coursing through his body. With a trembling hand, he gently pushed Anita's head away, her eyes questioning as she looked up at him.

"Not yet," he panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I don't want to... I can't... cum yet." His words were barely coherent, but the urgency in his tone was clear. Anita nodded, her eyes filled with understanding, and she sat up, her own breath coming in short gasps.

Angela's smile was knowing as she sat back on her haunches, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up at the couple, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Saving it for the grand finale, I see," she teased, her voice low and sultry. "Well, let's not keep the party waiting."

With that, she reached over and began to stroke Anita's thigh, her hand moving closer and closer to her dripping wet pussy. Anita's eyes fluttered closed as she felt the warmth of the other woman's touch, the electricity of a stranger's skin against her own. It was a sensation that was at once strange and incredibly arousing.

Ben, sensing the shift in the air, sat back on his heels, his cock standing tall and proud, his lips glistening with Anita's juices. He looked up at her, a question in his eyes. "Ready to take it to the next level?"

Anita's heart was racing, but she nodded. The anticipation was too great to resist. Frank took a deep breath and moved off the love seat, his eyes never leaving Anita's as Ben took his place. She could see the hunger in her husband's gaze, a hunger that was matched by the ache in her own core.

Ben leaned in, his cock pressing against her leg as he whispered into her ear, "You're going to love this, I promise." With that, he slid his tongue along her labia, eliciting a moan that seemed to echo through the room. The sensation was electric, his touch both tender and insistent.

Ben looked at Anita and asked "can I wrap your pussy around my cock?"

Anita felt a rush of desire so intense it was almost painful. She had never been with anyone but Frank, and the thought of Ben's cock inside her was both exhilarating and terrifying. She looked at her husband, her eyes searching for any sign of hesitation, any hint that he was not fully on board with this wild, new adventure.

But what she saw was pure, unbridled lust. His gaze was locked on hers, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes dark with desire. He gave her a nod, his voice a gruff whisper. "Do it," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ride him, baby. Show him how it's done."

Without another word, Anita reached down and took Ben's cock in her hand, guiding it to her entrance. She was so wet that he slipped in easily, the sensation of his thickness stretching her almost unbearable. She took a deep breath and wrapped her legs around his back pulling him into her, feeling him fill her up. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, a fullness that was both overwhelming and incredibly erotic.

Ben's cock wasn't as long as Frank's, but it definitely had more girth. Anita had heard that girthier was better than length, but now she knew it to be true.

With a gasp, she took him in, feeling him stretch her in a way she hadn't felt. The sensation was exquisite, and she could feel her body adjusting to accommodate him. She began to rock her hips, setting a rhythm that was slow and sensual, her eyes occasionally checking in with Frank's.

The sight of his wife with another man was like a drug, making his cock throb with a need that was almost painful. He watched as Ben's hips began to move in sync with Anita's, the muscles in his back flexing with each deep thrust. The sight was more arousing than he could have ever imagined, and he felt his own desire threatening to spill over.

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