Now for the really scary part

By AarontheBaron. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Layers Come Off

The tension in that honeymoon cabin was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I gently rested my hands on my virgin bride’s hips, and her shoulders twitched, I leaned forward and planted a very soft kiss at the base of her neck. She moaned softly, and then again as my hands slid upward, past the swell of her hips and her slender waist, gliding over the silky fabric up her back until, so very softly, my fingers left the satin and traced across the exposed skin of her back.

It was intoxicating. Her skin was hot to my touch, almost burning my hands, or at least that’s how it felt. Her head was drooping forward and I could hear her breathing turning shallow. I slipped my hands into the back of her dress and gently slid them outward, across her quivering shoulder blades, taking the fabric along until my fingers curved around her shoulders.

Her dress began to fall with a gentle rustle, to bunch up around her waist. I heard myself moan aloud as I looked at her bare back, and my hands skimmed back down her flawless skin, to settle at her sides. Goosebumps suddenly emerged across her entire torso.

She gave a little cry and her head went up and fell back, and I couldn’t resist: I pressed my lips to her exposed neck again and she writhed against me, gasping as she reached back and grabbed at me, whatever part of me she could get her hands on. My hands slipped lower, to her bare hips and pulled her back against me, and then swept upward across her stomach to cup her full breasts.

Her hands covered mine as I kneaded the soft flesh within her bra. Looking down over her shoulder I had a perfect view of her creamy breasts, and the way the soft skin yielded and gave in to my touch, and the way she moaned when my thumbs grazed over her now-hard protruding nipples, which were trying to poke clean through the thin fabric, my boxers were getting tighter and I was fighting to keep from just throwing her to the floor and screwing her brains out.

“That’s really nice,” she whispered, turning her face to kiss my cheek. I tore my eyes from the enchanting swell of her breasts and kissed her again, this time our tongues going straight in and caressing each other, and my fingers accidently discovered the front clasp of her bra and it gave way.

She gasped into my mouth, and I groaned and nearly fell to the floor as I felt the warm, soft, yielding flesh drop into my bare hands for the first time. Her nipples were hard and pointy under my thumbs, making her shiver as I tweaked them, and my cock was straining dangerously in my shorts, and all of a sudden I tore myself away and stepped back.

She swayed unsteadily for a moment, and turned to face me. There was confusion in her eyes, her hair was wildly askew and her hands impulsively covered her heaving globes.

“What’s wrong, Josh?” she breathed unevenly, with a slight frown. She blushed as she glanced down at herself, her dress wantonly bunched at her lovely waist.

I gulped hard. “Nothing,” I managed to get out. “But if we don’t slow down, we’ll never make it into the shower.” She gave a breathless little laugh, and I grinned back, then let my eyes rove over her body, brazenly, obviously, willing her to feel my burning desire for her.

Have I mentioned how beautiful she is? Her long dark hair was a frame for a face that was pale and lovely, slender, with finely formed features that to me were just perfect. Her neck was slender and delicate, curving out into exquisite shoulders, with the most beautiful pearlescent breasts I had ever seen, and the only real ones at that, swelling from her chest. She dropped her hands as she saw my eyes gazing over her, and with a very pretty blush she showed me her charms, and I was enraptured. They were full, and round and perky, and as I had already experienced, they filled my hands to overflowing, and I have fairly large hands. Her pink nipples stood proudly, belying the shrinking shyness that seemed to overtake her, just begging to be kissed and suckled, with the darker area, the areola I think? about the size of a quarter-dollar, they were utterly perfect. Her nipples saluted slightly upward.

It took some effort to look away from them and continue my visual feast, but I was rewarded with the most beautiful, flat abdomen and finely sculpted hips, just flaring out from her slender waist before disappearing into the tangled white satin that still clung to her womanly hips, and the top of her lacy black panties, peeking sensually out, and providing an awesome contrast ...

A wife surrenders her clothes during treasure hunt.

By sharedare. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

One of my hubby’s closest buddies had flown in from Phoenix to spend the weekend with us. Jay and Hubby had grown up together and, up until a few years ago, the two had always lived in the same neighborhood. Moving up the corporate ladder eventually required Jay to relocate to Arizona, but he and hubby had remained as close as ever.

It was Friday night, and the three of us were enjoying a casual evening of wine and conversation. As the night wore on, we somehow ended up talking about jewelry, and my desire to upgrade the diamond in my wedding ring. Hubby and I had often discussed the idea of upgrading to a full karat. Unfortunately, the price had always been more than we could reasonably afford. And so went the discussion that night, only this time it included Jay.

I had consumed just enough wine to make me a little goofy, so I wasn’t too surprised by myself when I remarked to hubby and Jay that I should work the streets for a day or two to raise money for my diamond. Both Jay and hubby were all for the idea, urging me to hop into a mini-skirt and get to work. Jay said I definitely had the body for it. We all laughed and soon the conversation turned to other topics.

The following day, hubby and Jay were up and out of the house early, heading downtown on what they described as a “secret mission”. Although they returned home about six hours later, they refused to divulge the purpose of their trip.

It seemed as though we were going to spend our Saturday night, as we had the previous night, sampling a new collection of California wines, feasting on barbecue, and otherwise enjoying the warm night air. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to me, except that hubby wasn’t partaking in any wine, claiming that he had a slight upset stomach. I should have been more suspicious, especially since his upset stomach didn’t seem to affect his appetite for steak.

At about 10pm, having already consumed quite a few glasses of wine, Jay and hubby finally sprung their surprise on me. They said they had decided to split the cost of a one-karat diamond for me, but that I had to agree to play a little game in order to “win” my jewel. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but I decided to hear them out on their plan.

Jay explained that he and hubby had purchased a gift card with which I could purchase my diamond. He went on to say that all I had to do was go on a treasure hunt to find four purple marbles.

Hubby chimed in and said that he and Jay had hidden the marbles in four separate locations, and that they would drive me to each location and tell me where to retrieve each marble.

Before I could ask what the catch was, Jay, an impish grin on his face, explained that I would be required to leave one article of clothing behind in exchange for each marble. He also said that, to play the game, I had to limit myself to only four pieces of clothing, not including my shoes. And my shoes, he explained, had to be the highest-heeled footwear I owned.

I continued sipping my wine as I considered the offer made by these two screwballs. I really didn’t mind Jay seeing me in my birthday suit, but I wasn’t sure just how adventurous this game was going to be. Neither hubby nor Jay would give me any clues on the locations of the marbles, but they did emphasize that if I didn’t retrieve all the marbles, or if I failed to leave an article of clothing at each discovery site, they would cash in the card and get their money back. In the end, the wine gave me the courage I needed to take them up on their dare.

After donning a t-shirt, gym shorts, and a pair of four-inch high-heeled black boots, we headed off to town (town, by the way, is Reno, Nevada). I demanded that no photos or video be taken. Reno is a small city and believe me, word gets around. I locked up their phones and mine in a small lock box and slid it under my front passenger seat. Jay sat in the back while hubby drove.

Our first destination was a Bartley Ranch Park on the south outskirts of town. It was fairly close to our neighborhood. As I peered out the window from my seat, I could see that the park was fairly well lighted, and only a few people seemed to be in the area. From the back seat, Jay handed me a 3X5 card that told me that I could find my first marble taped underneath the picnic table located under a gazebo, close to the river.

Looking across the park, I could see the river running along the opposite side of the park from the parking lot. Mustering up some courage, I opened the door and headed out across the grass. The pi...

The housewife allowed me to wear a slutty lingerie while working, even if her husband saw me and fucked me. It happened.

By Dina Petro - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

A house cleaning service for a few hours was requested from the freelance contractor’s service office, They called me and I said I would be there on time. I reached the given address, rang the doorbell, the door was opened for me by a good-looking middle-aged house wife, “Good evening Mrs. James, I am Julie, your cleaning lady” I said.

Mrs. James smiled, asked me to come in saying, “Please call me Tammy”.

Mrs. James briefed me on what was supposed to be done and I went to work right away, about half an hour later, Tammy walked to me saying, “Julie, I hope you don’t mind me leaving you alone and on your own, I am sure you already know what to do, and you seem good at it as well, I have some important matter to handle for a couple of hours”

I smiled saying, “Of course Tammy, go right ahead, but I have a request please?”

She said, “by all means, say it Julie”

I said, “since I will be all alone in the house, can I wear something more comfortable for me to work in, maybe it is not suitable for my job, but it feels very comfortable and makes me feel free”

She giggled saying, “of course darling, you are free to wear whatever makes you comfortable, even if you wanted to work naked”

We both laughed, I said, “not to that extent, but it is very close to that anyway”

She pointed at a close by bedroom saying, “OK go ahead, get changed while I get ready as well, let me see that outfit, you are making me anxious”

I took my bag with me, got in the room, put on my outfit which was a simple black lacy, totally see-through stretch lace bra, most of my big sized tits were showing, there were a pair of what we may call panties, thongs, made of the same material, totally transparent showing almost all of my assets.

When I walked out, Tammy was already out waiting for me, she looked at me totally shocked, smiling while checking my body out top to toe thoroughly, she giggled saying, “Hey woman, that looks so hot on you, I almost feel turned on being a woman, what if a man sees you like that?”

I giggled saying, thanks, so sweet of you to say so, does it really look hot, I know it is a slutty outfit, but it makes me feel totally free while working, almost naked like we said”

She said, “I like it, yes of course it looks so hot on you, but make sure that door is locked, you don’t want any commers to see you like that, the only person who has the ability to unlock that door is my husband, who is not due till so many hours, but...”

I said, “But what?”

She smiled saying, “he has the habit of showing up without prior notice, but that happens only 5-10% of the time, and if he walks in and sees you like that, you will get fucked even if you had an army to protect you Julie”

I almost screamed, “What? Let me change back into my clothes then”

She giggled saying, “No honey, you got me wrong, I have no problem with you staying like that even if he came, as long as you don’t hold me responsible to what happens to you?”

Then she continued saying, “I mean you have nothing to worry about even if you stayed like that, he will not force you into anything, when he comes home unannounced, it is because he is so horny with a stiff cock, and he is big Julie, he would pull my hand walks me to the room, strips me naked and fucks me like there is no tomorrow”

I said, “but you are his wife, he has the right to do it to you, why would he do it to me, I can’t cheat on you behind your back and in your own house no matter what he says to me”

Tammy walked closer to me, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a little pick on the cheek whispering, “Honey, do not worry about cheating on me, I am ok with it, honest, if he likes you, he would give you no chance to refuse anyway”

Tammy gave me a little playful tab on my ass smiling and saying, “honey, I am out, have fun whatever it is” and she rushed outside the door.

Damn it, Tammy had left me with lots of thoughts on my mind, but none of them is to change back into my other outfit, I mean, I am a slut who loves sex, she said he was sex loving man, and he is big too, besides her saying she didn’t mind if her husband fucked me, so the final decision was to go on working in my sexy, slutty outfit and I was willing to take the risk, or should I say, I was hoping it would happen anyway.

Less than half an hour later, my heart beats were racing much faster when I heard the door click and the door knob twisted...

Church-going sisters approach the new help.

by mjar65 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Mr Karlsson owned a furniture store. Most of the stock was imported, high-quality. The global pandemic had upset business for a time. Until people started getting retrenched or working from home and suddenly many of his wealthy customers had time for renovations and home improvements. Business began to grow again.

Things went even better once his two daughters started helping. They worked a few hours each week, managing stock and orders while Mr Karlsson took care of his customers.

Some customers, mainly the men, seemed to enjoy dealing with his eldest daughter, Summer. She was twenty-two and gorgeous, five-nine with a sweet face surrounded by long blonde hair. It was her habit to wear clothes that showed off her killer legs, C-cup breasts and shapely, rounded bottom. Mr Karlsson assumed that such clothing was merely modern and fashionable. And Summer didn’t mind the attention of the male customers in the least.

Her father was a deeply religious man. Since the death of his wife from illness he’d become even more engaged with his religion. And he had strong views about how a young lady should act. Boyfriends were not permitted. On the other hand, Mr Karlsson knew very little about modern courtship or the behavior of young people. He had a mind to protect his daughters but he knew little about the lust of young men and never suspected what they really thought about Summer. Nor did he appreciate that she was a terrible flirt.

Summer had learned that from watching her mother. At first it had seemed like harmless fun. Mr Karlsson seemingly had been oblivious to his late wife’s behavior. More was the pity since she would have been grateful for more adventure in the bedroom.

Later, as Summer blossomed as a young woman, she’d also learned to enjoy the torment she could cause to her male admirers. The torment seemed only fair since Summer, too, felt the fire of lust. Just as she’d seen her mother do, it was a welcome distraction to make men blush and stumble over their words.

The younger daughter, April, never seemed to garner as much attention. Not from her father and not from other men. A year younger, she was a little shorter and her blonde hair framed a more plain-looking face. Her legs were not as shapely as her sister’s. Her butt seemed a little too large. But April, too, appreciated the power that women have over men and was just as addicted to flirting. Her double D-sized breasts were usually worn under tight clothes that displayed her wonderful cleavage.

Yet, April was acutely aware that men gravitated to Summer ahead of her. For a long time that had not mattered. Their father would never allow her to have a boyfriend. But, having reached her majority, April was also gripped by incredible curiosity about boys and a powerful lust to find out.

Their worlds were upturned when Tim came to work for their father in the furniture store. He was the perfect age as far as each was concerned. They both thought him handsome. And suddenly they had an excuse to spend time in the close company of a red-blooded male.

Tim was a good-looking young man. Aged twenty-five, he’d been stood down from his job not long after the pandemic really hit. Selling furniture was not his thing but he had a keen mind for business and a contact of a close friend had approached him about the job.

He knew from the start that Mr Karlsson was a conservative fellow – the bible on his office desk was a dead giveaway. Like other men, Tim could not help but notice the two daughters when they came to the store. The younger one had huge tits that she seemed to always flaunt. The older daughter was a real looker and seemed especially welcoming on his first day.

Tim wasn’t interested in chasing after the boss’s daughter – either of them – since he intended this to be a short-term gig. Besides, it was a certainty that Mr Karlsson had brought them up in a strict household and would object instantly if he suspected anything.

He could not help noticing, however, how much attention Summer, the older one, gave him whenever she was in the store. Tim was a healthy, athletic young man with a lovely smile. It wasn’t unusual for women to smile at him or want to swap chit chat. After a few days, however, he put it down to harmless flirting – nothing more. It was strange that a young woman from such a religious family would behave that way. He’d assumed the sisters would be as straight-laced as their father.

Until his third week, Tim had tried not to pay much attention t...

Young virgin college grad’s blind date with an Amazon Goddess.

By Bernard Marx – Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Jude was five-six, slim, and had a boyish face that could be better described as pretty than handsome. He compensates by trying to grow a beard.

Lyndsey was blonde, beautiful, and built. She was six foot two in heels. Her tits hung like ripe melons. Her juicy thighs and bubble-butt rounded out a form that could silence a room just by walking in. The two of them were all too happy to make their friends uncomfortable with impromptu make out sessions or keep their neighbors up every night with pleasurable moans from their residence.

How they met..

They were truly the most passionate couple you’d ever seen, if not an unusual one to look at.

It’s amazing to think that their relationship started off with a prank.

At first Jude had been surprised at his friend, Jason, and his generosity that night. Setting up blind dates wasn’t normally the kind of thing Jason did. Jason explained that Jude deserved a break after graduating college without having scored even one girl’s phone number all four years.

Jude showered, shaved, put on his best - and only - suit, and went to the restaurant. The fears that he would be meeting some dumpy chess club girl immediately disappeared when he saw the angel already seated & waiting for him at the table. Her full crimson lips that begged to be kissed, big blue eyes, hair like gold silk, and generous rack stretching out the body-hugging magenta knit dress.

“Are you Jude?” Lyndsey asked with a pleasant smile.

He gulped. “Yeah.”

“I’m Lyndsey, nice to meet you.”

She thought Jude was charming and sweet; he thought Lyndsey was enchanting and funny. Jude couldn’t believe how lucky he was. But he was incredibly nervous, at the same time.

About twenty minutes into the date, through appetizers and drinks; Lyndsey said “Let me go powder my nose.”

When she stood up to her full, majestic height, Jude took in her towering statuesque presence. He suddenly felt like he was in an ancient Greek temple. She smiled and walked toward the back restrooms.

A man sitting at the nearest table, glanced at her as she walked past him, then locked eyes with Jude and started chuckling. Jude had been the recipient of short jokes for years, but this stranger’s laughter was an insult.

Jude snorted, then pulled out his phone and texted Jason:

Haw! Haw! Real funny, dickhead.

Jason’s response was three laughing-face emojis with three eggplants.

Jude thought about walking out then and there, but that would’ve been rude to Lyndsey. She’s been very pleasant company up til now.

It would be better to just ride the date out, then text her tomorrow with some vague excuse about he’s too busy to date right now.

Rejection is a hideous tormentor. And Jude’s fear of rejection often pushed him to do the rejecting, even when his fears were unfounded.

Lyndsey came back right as the waiter set their plates down in front of them.

“Don’t you just love it when you come back from the rest room and your food is waiting for you?” She asked as she sat down.

“Um, ah yeah, it’s great.” He poked at his salmon.

Lyndsey started twirling fettuccini around her fork, an awkward playful smile on her face. “I bet you were surprised at how tall I was, huh?”

“What? Oh, no. I mean ... you’re not that tall.”

“Please don’t. I’m the same height as both my brothers.” She chuckled. “I’m not self-conscious about it, at least not anymore. High school days were rough, though.” She ate a forkful of pasta.

“I know what that’s like” Jude replied. “I’m surprised you didn’t run off when you saw how short I was.”

Lyndsey looked Jude in the eye and with a reassuring gentle tone, said; “To tell you the truth, I’m not one of those girls who obsesses about guys’ heights, I’d be a hypocrite if I did.” She added a smile and a wink.

Jude smiled at that. “Jason is such a dick, he thought he was being so funny, setting us up.”

“Listen,” Jude said. ”I wouldn’t be insulted if you wanted to end this right now.”

“Nah, you’re cool” Lyndsey said with a smile & a raised eyebrow.

Things only got better from there. They laughed and talked while they ate, finishing a whole bottle of wine. When Lyndsey invited Jude to follow her back to her place, he was too buzzed and too enamored to say no. As they entered her condo, she showed him to the couch and sat next to him.