u/UpstairsLow7520

"Honey, have you seen my golf club?" Richard walked in to the drawing room, looking around.

Hearing no response, he found his wife staring at him, arms folded across her chest, looking distinctly unimpressed.

"What?" Richard asked, a little defensive. A death stare like that usually preceded a tongue lashing about leaving the toilet seat up, or a lecture on spoiling their kids too much, though with their kids all at college, that had become less and less frequent.

"You know what," she bit out.

"Enlighten me," he said breezily, ignoring her glare as he got himself a glass of water.

"The gardener," she said, "the one you hired for tending to the rosebushes. How long has he been doing this?"

He slowly gulped down the water, and then he sculpted his features into a look of profound innocence. "He's the gardener, honey. Alejandro. Nice young man.. what about him?"

Her expression did not lessen in its severity. "Oh, really?" She said, her tone light. Too light. "Because my PA just ran a background check on him, and apparently, he was in another profession prior to becoming our gardener."

"Huh, you don't say?" He said, sounding mildly surprised. "What was he doing? I think he said something about community serv—"

"He has an exclusive contract with Versace for the Milan runaways," she said bluntly. "And appeared on Dior Homme's Winter 25 lookbook."

He blinked slowly. "What do these words mean, sweetie?" He said, the very picture of a clueless middle-aged dad being badgered with high-fashion terminology.

"It means, sweetie," she said, her tone biting, "that you have hired a budding supermodel as our gardener. Funny how that happens, huh? A pornstar as my masseuse in the Bahama trip we went to, some random instagram influencer as our poolboy, and now this. I just got off the phone with Sarah.. even she must be tired of verifying this nonsense!"

"Didn't have a clue," he shrugged. "Anyway, have you seen my golf club?"

The lines of her face remained hard as ever, but he thought he could see a hint of amused exasperation enter her eyes. "You are incorrigible, Ed."

He approached her then, kissing her forehead tenderly. "Yep," he said. "And you're stuck with me."

She kissed his cheek, feeling her annoyance melt into a deep affection. She loved this man with all her heart despite all his peculiarities. Just to tease him, she leaned in, her breath tickling his ear, "Be careful what you wish for with these hotties, hubby. One might just make me scream how you never did."

Bull's eye, she thought with a dismayed shake of her head, as she felt his member prod her stomach.

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Just an idea that entered my head. If it wasn't clear from the above write-up, the pair are a very wealthy couple (we can decide how wealthy later). The husband broached the topic of cuckolding to the wife sometime in the past year after they had an empty nest from their kids leaving for college, and she shot him down. He loves her too much to raise the issue again and again, of course, but that isn't going to stop him from bringing in prime male specimens into her orbit to tempt her.

What success his endeavors meet, whether it does at all, and if yes, how we want to pace it is upto us. I do not have a storyline set in stone for this, so this can be anything from a cute romcom to a kinky hotwifing RP.

We could go any route: him surprising her by booking a backstage pass to the concert of a celebrity she admires, a vacation home where the staff itself were all 10/10 men, or maybe he recruits some good-looking Yakuza member who resembles a male lead from a dark romance novel she loved? Hehe. Or her teasing him on some instances, or her actually fucking one man out of playful spite and liking it.

The couple being HNIs adds a whimsical tone to the RPs, totally fine with us dropping that angle and having a more down-to-earth sandbox.

We can lean into the wealthy thing and make them billionaires with sports teams, luxury yachts, etc. And then the RP could have some.. additional arcs.

Kinks: hotwifing, cuckolding, teasing, banter, mild angst, mild humiliation, playful malice, mischief, romance for the light-hearted items. Heavy orgasms, lowering of inhibitions, the sex being far better than with the husband for the harder hitting ones.

Impregnation, cumflation, cumplay, costumes, public, hold-the-moan are favorites of mine, too. None are mandatory.

Limits: incest, violence, gore, filth, pain (overt amounts).

Let me know what appealed to you about the prompt and how you see us taking things forward in your DM.

More than two decades of marriage had made us comfortable with each other. Too comfortable, perhaps. With our kids in college, we had the house to ourselves and more free time than we knew what to do with, so the perverted fantasies I teased you about moved from roleplaying to reality. We had never been particularly adventurous in bed, so a little spice would be welcome. So we had reasoned.

That was a while ago. Tentative first dates with strangers had materialized into motel hook-ups, and while they had been fun and kinky, the sexiest part was how it had transformed our own sex life.

The monotony of our relationship had vanished. I wasn't sure if it was the knowledge that you were now desired by many, but I could feel my heart pounding every time you stretched while getting something from the top shelf, or when I saw the silhouette of your curves as you were making sure the milk wasn't past its expiry date. You fared much the same. In get-togethers, while surrounded by our family and friends, we would catch each other's eyes and a shared camaraderie would pass between us, full of mischief and arousal.

Soon, you had begun to filter and pick men based on your most recent cravings. A black athlete one day, a nerdy cute college student the next... it was a numbers game. It didn't take long before you started running into outliers, young men who made you shake like a leaf in a hurricane, made you wet our bedspread with squirting orgasms, made you make noises and say things I never had. And that intensified the teasing banter by a few orders of magnitude.

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A bare-bones prompt that I'd prefer to rewrite later on, I had to post this. The jist is that an older couple very much in love try this out, and deal with the taboo and eroticism of the lifestyle by trading quips and loving barbs that would scandalise their social circle if only they knew.

I won't mind a short-term RP, but ideally, this idea is best explored through a long-term, immersive collaboration.

Limits: gore, scat, filth, sex that isn't pleasureable for the woman, male-on-male action.

Kinks: hotwifing, cuckolding, light humiliation, light angst, teasing, banter, lingerie, costumes, hold-the-moan situations, mombods, kissing, filming, pregnancy risk (or teasing in that regard).

Let me know what your favorite book is in your message!

Lisa neared her orgasm at breakneck pace as she bounced desperately on a large fuckmeat.

"Yes, oh, God.. fuck! What are you doing to me?" She screamed between moans and whimpers, the sound of the cock slick with her juices escaping and re-entering her core echoing through the room. To her husband, Andrew's ears these sounds were alien; he had never known her to be so vocal in bed in all the years they had been married, but this man, much younger than him, had made such heights of pleasure seem almost a mundane thing.

He remembered the way she had first shaken in another man's clutches the first time they had been together, soaking the bedsheets with her squirt - something they didn't even know she could do before Jake, their bull, had held her, a woman old enough to be his mother, in place and expertly thrusted into her, touching spots hitherto untouched. It seemed only like yesterday; it certainly did not feel like a month had passed.

Suddenly he saw her pause, before she began grinding on him instead of bouncing, almost as if she was unable to. A tremor ran up her thigh to her buttocks — Andrew knew what that meant. With a yell, she shook in an almost comical manner, like a tree moments before being uprooted by a massive storm. It went on for a few seconds, to a minute, before she finally collapsed onto Jake's chest, panting heavily.

Jake chuckled. "Enjoyed yourself?" He queried fondly, a little teasing mixed in. Andrew wondered whether he should check up on his wife, but she raised her head and pressed her lips against Jake's.

Andrew's cock stiffened. Kissing had been one of the rules they had established as exclusive only between him and Lisa, but it had gone for a toss the very first time itself, numerous orgasms breaking down Lisa's resistance enough for her to have grabbed Jake's head and kissed him passionately. Later on, she had downplayed it — he is young enough to be my son, just a college student, of course I am not falling for him or anything! Many others had given way before the might of Jake's cock. Post-sex cuddles, a kiss on the lips at the beginning and end of every meeting, solo encounters... Andrew felt a ball of anxiety grow in his stomach as he watched Lisa break the kiss, the bull's hands holding her face, ensuring she did not break eye contact.

It struck him as a little odd. It was almost as if.. Jake was deliberately doing it. As if it was an essential part of some plan of his?

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Hello!

I bring to you two slightly darker prompts: the hotwife and the hotmom route.

THE HOTWIFE: The hotwife prompt features a couple who have dipped their toes into hotwifing for the first time.

They consider themselves lucky to have found a well-endowed bull who is absolutely incredible in bed, but they have only a superficial understanding of what is going on.

The bull isn't planning on just serving as a hard cock for the wife to bounce on. He has far greater ambitions; ambitions he is gifted enough, skilled enough to achieve. While the wife is fully in love with and loyal to her husband, mind-blowing sex can flood a woman's brains with all sorts of hormones, including oxytocin. The bull might nibble on her teats a little, kiss her a little too softly and sweetly, order her to look him and only him in the eyes while he fucks her, passing it off as his natural dominance. His cunning plan is to make sure the woman feels attached to him, and eventually, to upgrade to the status of her boyfriend from a mere bull. So making out, the wife/mom losing her mind on his cock, him slapping her ass and demanding to know who it belonged to.. all delicious situations (potential for cliffhangers, really) that we can explore.

Why is that? Is it that they have picked a friend who had been in love with her, and now is not satisfied with merely fucking the object of his unrequited love? Or is it a stranger who is awestruck by her beauty and would stop at nothing to have her? Is it that it is their son's friend who had been crushing on her forever, and now, in his childish fantasies, wishes to have some of the affection she reserves for her son or her husband? Perhaps it is more of a paternal figure for her instead, her father's friend or a mentor. Or perhaps a bull from an online space who loves to push the boundaries and break some rules.

I'd like to leave the outcome of his designs open-ended. He might meet with success, he might not. This need not necessarily be a bad ending either even if he does succeed – a status quo could be established with their relationship taking a more polyamorous turn. A bad ending is fairly obvious, but I wouldn't mind the couple kicking the bull out if things get too complicated, too.

We could also go the route of the other man being oblivious to what he is doing, and then the focus will be on the situation the couple finds themselves in, without a perpetrator to prosecute.

Open to this going the other way with a young wife and older man. Or not through the oxytocin angle, but more of a bull whom the wife just clicks with.

THE HOTMOM

There is also the second possibility of this being a hotmom prompt. There the situation might not be as sexual (though we can make it so if you want), but it involves the son returning from college and finding his mom has grown close to a man his age, perhaps over a shared hobby that the son is not good at (e.g., if the son is really short he won't play basketball all that well, or maybe he is a jock and the other kid is a nerd who is great at chess or some strategy games).

Or maybe his parents have a bull his age, only the incredible sex leads his beloved mom to treat the young man as one of her own? The son could also be an unreliable narrator.

Basically anything featuring a man angsting over the most important woman in my life being surprisingly affectionate towards/prioritizing someone.

While a bad ending is natural for this idea, it could be varying degrees of bad. The bull winning her over is on one side of the spectrum. Another is him becoming a boyfriend. Or just a mild crush. It could not lead towards an inevitable bad ending, too. It could just be that she loves and adores her husband, but the bull is just perfect in some ways: he makes her side ache with laughter with his quips in between rounds, looks like a character from a romance novel she likes, and has a cock that makes her brains leak out of her ears, and all this leads to the husband feeling angst that is ultimately unnecessary because she is unfailingly loyal to him. Although she just might tease him about it if she picks up on his anxieties.

My limits: gore, scat, filth, sex that is painful for the woman.

My kinks: cuckold, hotwifing, angst, betrayal, humiliation, bondage, mombods (no problem if you want to play a young woman, though), unplanned developments, (eventual) lowering of inhibitions, rules being broken in the heat of the moment, some amount of public stuff, hold-the-moan, age gaps, breeding, oviposition, incredible orgasms (female), cumplay (both mundane and magical), cumflation (slight, temporary bulge after a creampie), sexual milestones being hit with a third, taboo.

Writing partners should be at least semi-literate. I look forward to hearing from you! Do let me know what your favorite book is in your message so I know you read this far, as well as what you are into.

This is a prompt I made with an universal audience in mind, but Lisa and Andrew can easily become Lavanya and Abhinav here, obviously. We can play in a wholly Indianized context. Sarees, revealing of stomach/navels are all great.

Lisa neared her orgasm at breakneck pace as she bounced desperately on a large fuckmeat.

"Yes, oh, God.. fuck! What are you doing to me?" She screamed between moans and whimpers, the sound of the cock slick with her juices escaping and re-entering her core echoing through the room. To her husband, Andrew's ears these sounds were alien; he had never known her to be so vocal in bed in all the years they had been married, but this man, much younger than him, had made such heights of pleasure seem almost a mundane thing.

He remembered the way she had first shaken in another man's clutches the first time they had been together, soaking the bedsheets with her squirt - something they didn't even know she could do before Jake, their bull, had held her, a woman old enough to be his mother, in place and expertly thrusted into her, touching spots hitherto untouched. It seemed only like yesterday; it certainly did not feel like a month had passed.

Suddenly he saw her pause, before she began grinding on him instead of bouncing, almost as if she was unable to. A tremor ran up her thigh to her buttocks — Andrew knew what that meant. With a yell, she shook in an almost comical manner, like a tree moments before being uprooted by a massive storm. It went on for a few seconds, to a minute, before she finally collapsed onto Jake's chest, panting heavily.

Jake chuckled. "Enjoyed yourself?" He queried fondly, a little teasing mixed in. Andrew wondered whether he should check up on his wife, but she raised her head and pressed her lips against Jake's.

Andrew's cock stiffened. Kissing had been one of the rules they had established as exclusive only between him and Lisa, but it had gone for a toss the very first time itself, numerous orgasms breaking down Lisa's resistance enough for her to have grabbed Jake's head and kissed him passionately. Later on, she had downplayed it — he is young enough to be my son, just a college student, of course I am not falling for him or anything! Many others had given way before the might of Jake's cock. Post-sex cuddles, a kiss on the lips at the beginning and end of every meeting, solo encounters... Andrew felt a ball of anxiety grow in his stomach as he watched Lisa break the kiss, the bull's hands holding her face, ensuring she did not break eye contact.

It struck him as a little odd. It was almost as if.. Jake was deliberately doing it. As if it was an essential part of some plan of his?

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Hello, wonderful people of DPP!

I bring to you two slightly darker prompts: the hotwife and the hotmom route.

THE HOTWIFE: The hotwife prompt features a couple who have dipped their toes into hotwifing for the first time.

They consider themselves lucky to have found a well-endowed bull who is absolutely incredible in bed, but they have only a superficial understanding of what is going on.

The bull isn't planning on just serving as a hard cock for the wife to bounce on. He has far greater ambitions; ambitions he is gifted enough, skilled enough to achieve. While the wife is fully in love with and loyal to her husband, mind-blowing sex can flood a woman's brains with all sorts of hormones, including oxytocin. The bull might nibble on her teats a little, kiss her a little too softly and sweetly, order her to look him and only him in the eyes while he fucks her, passing it off as his natural dominance. His cunning plan is to make sure the woman feels attached to him, and eventually, to upgrade to the status of her boyfriend from a mere bull. So making out, the wife/mom losing her mind on his cock, him slapping her ass and demanding to know who it belonged to.. all delicious situations (potential for cliffhangers, really) that we can explore.

Why is that? Is it that they have picked a friend who had been in love with her, and now is not satisfied with merely fucking the object of his unrequited love? Or is it a stranger who is awestruck by her beauty and would stop at nothing to have her? Is it that it is their son's friend who had been crushing on her forever, and now, in his childish fantasies, wishes to have some of the affection she reserves for her son or her husband? Perhaps it is more of a paternal figure for her instead, her father's friend or a mentor. Or perhaps a bull from an online space who loves to push the boundaries and break some rules.

I'd like to leave the outcome of his designs open-ended. He might meet with success, he might not. This need not necessarily be a bad ending either even if he does succeed – a status quo could be established with their relationship taking a more polyamorous turn. A bad ending is fairly obvious, but I wouldn't mind the couple kicking the bull out if things get too complicated, too.

We could also go the route of the other man being oblivious to what he is doing, and then the focus will be on the situation the couple finds themselves in, without a perpetrator to prosecute.

Open to this going the other way with a young wife and older man. Or not through the oxytocin angle, but more of a bull whom the wife just clicks with.

THE HOTMOM

There is also the second possibility of this being a hotmom prompt. There the situation might not be as sexual (though we can make it so if you want), but it involves the son returning from college and finding his mom has grown close to a man his age, perhaps over a shared hobby that the son is not good at (e.g., if the son is really short he won't play basketball all that well, or maybe he is a jock and the other kid is a nerd who is great at chess or some strategy games).

Or maybe his parents have a bull his age, only the incredible sex leads his beloved mom to treat the young man as one of her own? The son could also be an unreliable narrator.

Basically anything featuring a man angsting over the most important woman in my life being surprisingly affectionate towards/prioritizing someone.

While a bad ending is natural for this idea, it could be varying degrees of bad. The bull winning her over is on one side of the spectrum. Another is him becoming a boyfriend. Or just a mild crush. It could not lead towards an inevitable bad ending, too. It could just be that she loves and adores her husband, but the bull is just perfect in some ways: he makes her side ache with laughter with his quips in between rounds, looks like a character from a romance novel she likes, and has a cock that makes her brains leak out of her ears, and all this leads to the husband feeling angst that is ultimately unnecessary because she is unfailingly loyal to him. Although she just might tease him about it if she picks up on his anxieties.

My limits: gore, scat, filth, sex that is painful for the woman.

My kinks: cuckold, hotwifing, angst, betrayal, humiliation, bondage, mombods (no problem if you want to play a young woman, though), unplanned developments, (eventual) lowering of inhibitions, rules being broken in the heat of the moment, some amount of public stuff, hold-the-moan, age gaps, breeding, oviposition, incredible orgasms (female), cumplay (both mundane and magical), cumflation (slight, temporary bulge after a creampie), sexual milestones being hit with a third, taboo.

Writing partners should be at least semi-literate. I look forward to hearing from you! Do let me know what your favorite book is in your message so I know you read this far, as well as what you are into.

More than two decades of marriage had made us comfortable with each other. Too comfortable, perhaps. With our kids in college, we had the house to ourselves and more free time than we knew what to do with, so the perverted fantasies I teased you about moved from roleplaying to reality. We had never been particularly adventurous in bed, so a little spice would be welcome. So we had reasoned.

That was a while ago. Tentative first dates with strangers had materialized into motel hook-ups, and while they had been fun and kinky, the sexiest part was how it had transformed our own sex life.

The monotony of our relationship had vanished. I wasn't sure if it was the knowledge that you were now desired by many, but I could feel my heart pounding every time you stretched while getting something from the top shelf, or when I saw the silhouette of your curves as you were making sure the milk wasn't past its expiry date. You fared much the same. In get-togethers, while surrounded by our family and friends, we would catch each other's eyes and a shared camaraderie would pass between us, full of mischief and arousal.

Soon, you had begun to filter and pick men based on your most recent cravings. A black athlete one day, a nerdy cute college student the next... it was a numbers game. It didn't take long before you started running into outliers, young men who made you shake like a leaf in a hurricane, made you wet our bedspread with squirting orgasms, made you make noises and say things I never had. And that intensified the teasing banter by a few orders of magnitude.

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A bare-bones prompt that I'd prefer to rewrite later on, I had to post this. The jist is that an older couple very much in love try this out, and deal with the taboo and eroticism of the lifestyle by trading quips and loving barbs that would scandalise their social circle if only they knew.

I won't mind a short-term RP, but ideally, this idea is best explored through a long-term, immersive collaboration.

Limits: gore, scat, filth, sex that isn't pleasureable for the woman, male-on-male action.

Kinks: hotwifing, cuckolding, light humiliation, light angst, teasing, banter, lingerie, costumes, hold-the-moan situations, mombods, kissing, filming, pregnancy risk (or teasing in that regard).

Let me know what your favorite book is in your message!

"Easy," I say, opening the door to our bedroom, holding it for you to enter.

Tonight was the culmination of years of fantasies that I, and eventually you, had held, as well as the months of anxious circumspection that had followed when I tried to convince you to dip our toes into it, at least once in our lifetime.

You take tentative steps into the room, wearing sheer black negligee and a blindfold, looking like a sinful delicacy in human shape. The air in our bedroom is charged with a strange energy, not as familiar on our skin as it should be. You reach out your hand to me, whether to brace yourself or be led forward I know not, and I take hold of it after closing the door.

"Is he here?" You ask me in a hushed tone, unaware if there was a man present here for the planned encounter.

A deep chuckle sounds from the corner of the room. You blush at being overheard, no doubt shooting me an irate glare that I cannot see. I smirk.

"Yes, he is. Want to see him for yourself?" I ask as I untie the piece of cloth.

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Hello, wonderful people of DPP!

Today I bring to you a prompt that features a couple who have gone through all the stages a couple goes through before inviting another man to their bed: shock, denial, intrigue, open discussion, and after many many 'first's they take the plunge, with the husband arranging everything, the wife knowingly letting him surprise her, perhaps on her birthday?

What I am in the mood for tonight is exploring what the night holds. Perhaps it is the identity of the bull which we can play with: is it a stranger that the husband has brought into their house, or someone they know? If the latter, whom? It could be a pornstar, a celebrity crush of the wife's, her boss, his boss, his brother, her uncle, their son's best friend, their son's bully, their daughter's boyfriend, her gym trainer, a famous politician, anyone and everyone.

It could also be the act of sex itself. You might have had different ideas as to how this night would go, perhaps hoping to salvage some of your dignity by remaining quiet as a mouse, but find yourself being ridiculously loud as the man's monster cock experts touches spots hitherto untouched? Perhaps you soak the sheets with a squirting orgasm? Perhaps you find yourself breaking some ground rules (like no kissing, or condoms on, or something else)? Or maybe the dirty talk gets out of hand and you say something you furiously blush over afterwards? Maybe you have a submissive side dug out of you by his manhood, one you did not even know existed. Maybe we decide to shrug off realism and have his cum be magically able to induce an euphoric sensation.

Did you squirt multiple times, with the man making your body tremble like a leaf in a hurricane? Did his hands reach out to prevent you from hiding your O-face from me? Did you pass out from the intensity of your climax, waking up dazed and a little shy as I raised my eyebrows in surprise and he smirked? What other sexual milestones did you reach with this hung stud that you could not possibly hope to replicate with me?

All questions we can explore in depth if this prompt intrigues you. You might have noticed that I have kept this prompt open-ended in many ways, keeping Ryan's reaction (he could be jealous, or supportively teasing) or Jason's identity ambiguous.

Ryan and Emma could be anything from a couple college to a middle-aged couple to grandparents. We can play around with their backgrounds too. That's always fun.

My limits: gore, scat, filth, pain, male-on-male action.

My kinks: cuckold, hotwifing, mild humiliation, teasing, banter, mild angst, lingerie, mombods, unplanned developments, (eventual) lowering of inhibitions, rules being broken in the heat of the moment, public/hold-the-moan, age gaps, sexual milestones being hit with a third, incredible and numerous female orgasms, risk of impregnation.

Writing partners should be at least semi-literate. I look forward to hearing from you! Do let me know what your favorite book is in your message so I know you read this far.