I am 18 and all characters and participants must be 18 . Open to chatting with women and couples. My kik is sexyprompts

The Proposition- In the few months that I've lived in the apartment across the hall, I've only seen you and your husband a handful of times, but from that first glance, it was hard to keep my eyes off of you. How could I? How could anyone? You looked a bit older, maybe five or ten years, teaming with energy and life, always looking for your next adventure. I hoped you didn't notice the staring. The looks I tried to hide when I passed you in the hallway. I thought I saw your husband catch me once, but he didn't say anything, at least, not then. Then one day, I heard a knock on my door. Your husband was there to invite me over for dinner. I brought a bottle of red that cost $20, almost double what I normally spend on wine. I sit across from you at the table, your husband to your right. I'm dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, you're wearing a low-cut blouse and some black pants. I can't help but let my eyes linger. This time, I know you notice. The food is exquisite, the conversation is easy, but as you bring out dessert, the tone in the room changes. You and your husband look at each other as if you don't know where to start.

"My wife and I, we have an... well, an arrangement, I guess you could say..." he holds your hand, and the two of you look at each other lovingly. "My wife sleeps with other men while I um... well while I watch. Not always in person, sometimes over video or on the phone..." you reach across the table, taking my hand as well. "And, well, I was- WE were wondering if you might like to join us?"

A Hard Deal to Refuse- I park my car out front, and sat in the drivers seat for a second as I admire the estate. I'm still getting used to being around all this money. I let out a sigh and grab the bottle of wine on the passenger seat. I don't want to be here. I have better offers, and more exciting invitations, but my COO encouraged me, told me that it would be worth my time. It better be. I walk up the steps to the large double doors. They open before I can knock. There he is. He looks older than I expected. Not old, just older. He shakes my hand, invites me in, thanks me for the wine. Dinner's this way, but first, he wants me to meet his wife. My heart seizes in my chest when you walk in. You are stunning. Much more attractive than your husband in a sleek dress with a high slit on the leg. It's hard to focus on much else once you walk in. Your husband doesn't like doing business on an empty stomach, so we eat first. You sit next to me, and he serves the wine I brought, It's ok. Not nearly as exciting as you. At one point, you drop your napkin in my lap, and I could swear your hand lingered... But no. time for business. You say you'll meet us in the study in a minute. You want to freshen up. I'm sad to see you go, but can't help but sneak a peak as you walk away. I'm so distracted I don't notice your husband's smile. In the study, we chat some, then your husband offers me some whisky. It's better than the wine. I take a sip, and he finally gets down to the reason we're here.

"I know you have better offers than my original proposal." he says. "That's why I'd like to offer a little more. Make ours more competitive." The door opens. "But money is only part of the equation. Someone will always be able to offer more money. It will be never ending. A night mare." You walk in, my mouth goes dry. You're no longer in the dress, now wearing an equally elegant, strappy lingerie body suit. What is happening. "I'm not one for nightmares." he says, you stand in front of my chair, your hand on my knee, tracing up toward my knee as you get down on your knees. "I much prefer to make the good dreams come true." Your fingers are feather light, a tease, grazing, just enough to send a shiver up my spine as you reach for my belt buckle. How can I say no?

Gangbangs: An Economic Alternative to Fertility Treatments- You and your husband have been struggling to get pregnant. You've thought about fertility treatments, but they're far to expensive, and insurance won't cover them. You thought about adoption, but when you were in college, you got caught with a little weed, and now the agencies won't write you back. It has been challenging, but you and your husband are intent on finding a solution. One day, he comes to you with an idea. It's not perfect, but there's a chance it might work, and a chance is all you need. The two of you send invites to all your most eligible friends. Friday night. 8:00 p.m. The hotel on W. Main street. Please don't be late. Three friend's show up, and you invited the bellboy, a handsome young man, plus your husband makes five. That should be plenty. The five men sit around in the hotel room, waiting patiently. You take a deep breath as you gather your nerves, and step out into the bathroom wearing your favorite lingerie. This is your chance. Make it count.

The Housewife's Secret Life- Your cream swirls in your coffee, creating its own little universe as you sit at the kitchen table, breathing out a sigh of relief. Lunches have been made, dress shirts ironed, breakfasts eaten, dishes washed. The morning rush is over, it's your time to take a breath. It won't last long though. You look up at the clock, watching the time tick as you sip your coffee. It's 8:47. In just a few moments, You'll reach for that small space in the cupboard that only you know exists. You'll shed the robe and responsibilities of your life as a stay-at-home mom and grab the collar that represents your other life. The secret life. At 8:59. you'll sneak over to the neighboring house, sneaking in through the back door. When the hour turns, you'll hand yourself over to him. You'll let him lead you by a leash, your arms tied behind your back. You'll thank him for letting you bathe him in the shower. You'll hold the chain connected to the clamps on your nipples, trying not to pull them off as the vibrator between your legs buzzes you toward yet another orgasm. You'll take his cock into your mouth, holding your phone between your legs as your husband calls for the third time, then desperately lick his cum off the floor. You'll let him lick, bite, squeeze, fuck, smack, choke, bind, lead as he sees fit, always answering his commands with a "Yes sir." Sure, you feel some shame about your secret life. You don't WANT to do this. But it's not like you're being coerced either, there would be no consequence if you didn't show up, or said no. You're here because you need to be. because there is something inside you that needs to be treated like this. Because from 9 to 3, you need someone else to be in control. And if that's what it takes to keep you sane, well... is it really too big a price to pay?