Sexual Impulses: Risque Darkness

**This is a true, non-fiction narrative from my life–so expect a straight-to-sex story (as all my stories here, the ones based on my own true life, will be). All adult, 18+ tales — with mature themes, and strong, intense, explicit sexual actions. Hope they provides you as much pleasure as I had myself experiencing them!**

— Chapter begins —

First, a disclosure: I have been an exhibitionist for decades now; flashing/jerking my cock in public — to potential mates who are either drawn to me or catch my attention — is just one of my many sexual addictions. So, the impulse to suddenly take my cock out and stroke it till it shoots cumjets, while risk getting caught, is something I am totally habituated to. And, yeah, secondly: I am very proudly into cheating; I have had multiple simultaneous affairs, of the sexual kind, ever since my high school days, when I first began fucking. I am committed and devoted to polygamy and to my insatiable, limitless, and extreme sexual appetite.

Yet, every time I act on my aforementioned impulse, the exhilarating rush of it is exactly as if it were happening for the very first time.

This is exactly what happened tonight just an hour back:

The location was the living room inside my house. My wife and I were sitting with two of my female cousins who were on a short visit at our place. Another female, the fourth one, was our maid; she had arrived late evening to take some advance money from her salary, because she was leaving for her rural home the next day on a holiday.

Since long, I have had the hots for all of them, obviously my wife as well. And, my wife being entirely unaware, I had already established a sexual relationship with one of those two cousins a few years back; she and I had been fucking regularly ever since then. She knew I needed to have this second cousin as well, and so she was subtly preparing the second cousin to get involved with me.

What they all don’t know — still — is that I have had been craving to fuck the maid, too, for quite some time now. A few weeks before tonight, I had begun giving her hints: eyeing her around the house; being bare-chested and wearing only shorts in her presence; brushing her flesh “accidentally”; being near her, with a shameless hardening cock, so her eyes could suddenly catch it; slapping my wife’s ass cheeks in the kitchen, or touching my wife provocatively, all within the maid’s sights.

So, tonight, as the maid sat with all of us on the spread out couch pieces, my wife — out of her usual, genuine generosity — kept her sitting with us for long, and ensured that she didn’t go before having a stomach full of good dinner with all of us, the finger-licking feast cooked by the very able hands of my wife.

From my high school days when I first began fucking, there has been one aspect common across my sexual mates: most of them have been thick, curvy females with very meaty, yummy bodies. While, ultimately, it’s the sexual extent and nature of her mind that matters most to me in a prospective female mate, I have bursa escort bayan always been drawn uncontrollably to women with sumptuous meat-on-bones.

So, it was no surprise I chose a wife with 34D breasts, 28 waist, and 38 ass cheeks. I was simply lucky that the two cousins presently in my living room, whom I craved for desperately ever since they turned 19 (presently aged 22 and 21), had matured with fleshy, thick assets, too.

But it was the maid who had the body of my wet dreams, a kind of feminine body I pray for and need the most in all my females. She is short, at 5 feet only, 36DD-30-42, wearing long and open raven-black hair that reach down to her waist, thick supple thighs, and perhaps with the most titillating pair of eyes I have ever seen in a female. She is 29 years old, but I am not sure so far if she has a man in her life.

The maid, shyly, kept eating–she and I exchanging glances and locking eyes sneakily from time to time.

My wife sat far across from me; my two cousins at a good distance to my right; and the maid diagonally from me to my left.

Using subtle gestures with my left fingers, I kept hinting her to move closer to me; I was just teasing her. To my surprise, however, she pretended to grab snacks and drinks repeatedly from the centre table in front of us — and made good of those opportunities to shift cleverly very close beside me on the couch piece to my left.

We began touching and caressing our fingers “accidentally”, while keeping ever watchful eyes on the other three females. I made sure she saw me staring at her thick body regularly from top to bottom — covered in a dark chocolate coloured, knee-length, shoulder noodle-strap chemise dress.

At once, there was total blackout — a powercut, as is usual in our part of the city, plunging all of us and our entire surroundings in near-pitch darkness.

I couldn’t even see my own hands. My wife and the cousins let out howls, then settled into giggling and reminiscing about their childhood years, when the frequent powercuts used to send them playing on the streets, inspiring them to come up with ghost pranks or childishly horror stories.

The maid had grabbed my fingers tightly with a few of hers at the exact moment of the powercut; she too had been startled by the sudden blinding darkness, but she didn’t let out a single sound.

Now sensing her very tight hold on my fingers, I in turn grabbed that same hand of hers, fully and with full power, with my hand, and squeezed it harder.

Out of nowhere, when it had been merely thirty seconds or so since the powercut, I was struck by one of my sexual impulses: sitting in total blindness as we were, and the presence of my wife and the cousins around me, all of those things immediately cultivated into an opportunity promising sexual risk — and that potential risk triggered me so uncontrollably that I was already into my next actions almost thoughtlessly and with utter lack of caution. (Although, a part of my mind — the habituated cheater’s bursa escort sitesi brain — was sharply cautious and conscious, so that what I proceeded to do next was not entirely without careful thoughts, but was a quickly hatched plan.

I first shoved my other free hand instantly inside my shorts; I don’t use underwear most times. I gripped my cock–it had been semi-hard already due to the earlier flirtations between me and the maid.

I realized, again, as I looked down immediately at my shorts, that my act wasn’t visible in the least bit even to myself, let alone to my wife and to my cousins. Another clue to their unawareness was their conversation that went on without a break.

A part of me knew that only masturbating under the shorts, in the total darkness, wasn’t enough of a strong risk for me. Like any seasoned drug addict, I too needed to push on with my own higher dose of the sexual hit.

I pulled down the waist band of my shorts, right below my heavy, hanging balls, and my hardening cock flashed fully out in the darkness.

I gripped it with all my strength, and began stroking it–knowing fully well that now I could be caught any moment, and I would have no chance neither to cover myself nor to offer any sensible excuse, if the power returned; which it could have at any moment.

My one hand squeezed the maid’s fleshy, supple hand, while my other hand was obsessed with pumping my cock devotedly.

I sensed briefly that the maid had shifted in her seat–but had she come even more near to me?! I had no way of knowing that.

I strained to control my breathing, careful not to let out any sort of sounds from within me.

My cock had attained its full length and girth. I was stroking it with ever-increasing ferocity.

‘SHIT!’ I thought, and asked myself: ‘would I continue masturbating to the point I ejaculated?’ I called myself an absolute freak for not having thought through this most crucial part of masturbation.

But the thought of ejecting my cumshots out in the darkness, surrounded by my ignorant wife and cousins, while I held the maid’s soft and smooth hand ever so tightly, made me realize it would be an even more intense sexual risk.

I alternated between stroking my cock and fondling my tightened balls. My furious masturbation could conclude with sudden ejaculation at any moment–that’s how uncontrolled and heightened the risky sensations were.

But… ‘WHERE?!’

‘FUCKKK…,’ was my last thought, before I simply pointed my cock towards the floor, without any further sense of directions.

It took all my stamina to clench my jaw closed and to hold my breath so that I could remain soundless — which was almost impossible for me, considering I moan, grunt, and growl — like a beastly animal devouring its prey — everytime I ejaculate whether during masturbation or fucking.

I could only sense one thing: my cum escaping out of my pee hole in raging jets — shot after shot after shots after shot. I was spasming all over my body.

My hand just kept pumping my cock, as it vomited cumshots seemingly endlessly. I squeezed my cock along its entire length, then squeezed and tugged at my balls. I held my cock and jerked and yanked it many times, ensuring that every stream, trickle, and drop of my cum was flung out of my pee hole to wherever it was flying off to.

I smothered my entire cock with the wetness of whatever cum had remained on my fingers and on my cock’s tip. I pulled the waist band of my shorts, and my cock was safely covered now.

I realized I too had experienced my risque sexual impulse and come out of it entirely safely, without anyone even getting a sense of it.

The maid and I sat holding hands, caressing and squeezing in same blind darkness, for almost an hour afterwards. We involved ourselves into the conversations ongoing between my wife and my cousins, so that they wouldn’t catch us in any awkward silences on our part.

The electricity came back on. The maid and I left holding our hands at once, as if we had never even touched each other.

We all looked at each other, our eyes widened and brightened by the sudden lights around us, and began smiling and chirping as to what a relief at last the return of electricity truly was.

But my eyes went back instantly to the floor; I knew there were ample cumshots somewhere pooling on the floor, and I would have to rush now to cover it somehow.

Except–there wasn’t any cumshots on the floor, at all.

My panicked eyes raced from one side to the other, searchingly… when I saw: streaks and drops, countless of them, of some sort of wetness were soaking into the dark chocolate coloured chemise of the maid. Sprays — all over the belly and groin areas of her chemise. Faint wetness. Visible only from my seat, and upon straining one’s eyes, if one was intending to look for something, as I certainly was.

The maid’s hands and fingers were caressing the fabric of her chemise over her belly, as if smoothening the fabric–as I realized she was helping the wet streaks and drops to soak fully — very cunningly — into her chemise’s fabric.

In between, she made eye contacts with me: there was a primal hunger in her eyes. And her cleavage and the upper swell of her boobs — visible due to the low-cut neck of her chemise — were heaving deeply.

The wetness of my cumshots — which had already been soaking into her chemise for well over an hour — faded at last to invisibility.

She finished her food, bid everyone — including me — courteous ‘see-yous’, and disappeared out the gates of my house.

I was left with an aching, unbearable anxiety; I regretted not getting an opportunity to talk to her privately before she left.

I couldn’t wait for her to return from her holidays, so that I could grab her alone somewhere and ask about the only one thought that was racing inside me at that moment: ‘when and how did she position herself in that total blindness to catch each and every jet, shot, and spray of my volumes of cum?!’

~ fin ~

**Based on your encouragements, I will be happy to write more true-life chapters in this series around my wife, my cousins, my maid, and a whole lot of other female mates of mine. — Thank you, and take very good care of yourselves.**