Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - Secrets in the Shadows: A Mature, Curvaceous Erotic Fantasy

Episode Date: October 3, 2025

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com "this podcast is so hot it will melt your panties"   Maggie is a force of nature—full-bodied, fiercely determined, and ready to reclaim the spark she thought she lost to the years. After a lifetime of putting others first, she’s finally stepping into her own spotlight, starting with a dance class that promises to be her gateway to confidence and vitality. But fate has other plans.   As a storm brews outside, Maggie finds herself caught in a torrential downpour on her way to the studio, drenched and doubting her choices. What was meant to be a transformative night quickly spirals into chaos, leaving her wondering if she’s made yet another misstep in her quest for renewal. Will her new dance teacher, with his captivating presence and undeniable charm, help her rediscover the woman she once was?Or will he simply add to her embarrassment?   In a whirlwind of awkward moments, sultry glances, and unexpected companionship, Maggie must navigate the storm within her heart. Can she find the confidence to dance with abandon, or will the rain wash away her dreams once again?   Join Maggie on her journey of self-discovery, where every step is a leap toward love, and each twirl could lead to a new beginning. In *Dancing in the Rain*, experience a tale of resilience, romance, and the intoxicating power of embracing who you truly are.    Are you ready to dance?

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and follow the links there to download the app. Thank you for listening and thank you for staying with me. So for now, just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. On this episode of erotic stories from Wild Embed. A mature, full-bodied lady and a younger stranger. Erotic fantasy. Maggie is a mature lady, full-bodied and feeling her years. This New Year's day, she has resolved to shed a few pounds, to feel young again, to be like she was before the change.

Deciding a dance class is the ideal opportunity to shed those pounds. She gets caught in a rainstorm of biblical proportions, and the night just gets worse from there. What the heck has she done? Can her new dance teacher help her find her confidence again? Or will he just laugh her out of the studio? Was this just going to be another disaster for me? Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed.

Your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction and finger-licking good fantasies. Now, for many couples and singletons alike, age can be, well, people tend to assume the intimate part of their lives are over. as soon as they get past a certain age you know you know it's not what mature people do my body isn't quite the same as it was once before but that's crap you can enjoy full intimate pleasures at any age

it's just the attitude that you approach it with that counts forget the age that's just a number focus on what you desire enjoy the pleasure like you have always done I have known plenty of couples and singletons who have learned to embrace their sexual pleasure well into their 60s and 70s

so don't let age be an issue you can know this podcast is best enjoyed laying like just put your ear buds in loosen those clothes and close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice, caressing over your body. And when you're ready to surrender to pleasure, just go ahead and take a nice, deep breath and hold it for a moment. And then release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress for the next 30 minutes.

or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time. Your time to relax. Your time for sensual satisfaction. Your time to discover your inner passions. As you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body, the rain lashed against the windows. It's thunderous sound resonating.

in Maggie's small apartment, looking down onto the pavements below. The streetlights glimmered in the puddles that had decorated the sidewalk. Of course, this would be a perfect excuse not to go. Why the hell had she signed up for it in the first place? Catching her reflection in the window. A cruel joke played by the universe to remind her why she had signed up. She needed to lose at least £20. Of course originally she had signed up back in September

so she could lose the weight for Thanksgiving. But life had got in the way and so here she was. New Year's Day. Along with half the state, no doubt attending dance classes to shed a few holiday pounds. if she'd actually gone back in September, then there would only have been a few people there, and she suspected now that dance studios would be full of people,

and that would make it a thousand times worse. But she just had to go tonight. The tutor had made it very clear. She couldn't reschedule again without paying another fee, and she quite frankly couldn't afford to do that, and she couldn't afford not to do that, to lose the weight. Walking away from the window and the storm outside, she opened her closet.

What the hell do I wear to a dance class anyway? She muttered. The leaflet had said to dress comfortably, but to wear hills. She wasn't quite sure how comfortable, and hills had figured in the same sentence. But she would do what she could. Besides, at 5'2, she needed all the help in the height department she could get. Deciding sweatpants were probably a little too casual and comfortable. Maggie fingered through her selection of skirts.

Her hands danced over the selection of material until she settled on a light cotton skirt that she normally wore in summer when the torturous sun ensured it was. was too hot to breathe. Of course she was going to get very hot tonight and wearing a heavy skirt would make it only so much worse with the hot flashes. She would no doubt end up looking like she was going through the menopause again. Happy with her logic, she selected a similarly light shirt, opening her underwear drawer for a moment. She hesitated for a moment. Damn, what to wear underneath.

She hated thongs, and the thought of their cheese-wire sensation would become even worse as she danced round the floor. Her everyday cotton panties might be a touch too warm, and besides which, she had watched dancing on TV, and their panties did seem to come on to display a lot of the time. Maggie wasn't sure she would be comfortable knowing people had seen those as her choice of underwear. What left was a white lace panties and bra. At least it was a matching set, which could save any nasty comments from other ladies at the class.

Resigned to her choices and wishing like hell she had thought about this previously. Maggie slipped her robe off and dressed carefully, trying to ensure everything was securely placed for an evening of dance. She was more nervous tonight than she had been on her last eight, and that had been a decade and 30 pounds ago. Selecting her shoes from the rack at the bottom of her closet, she pondered for a moment. She could carry the hills and wear sneakers.

The problem with that was her now ample breasts had ensured touching her toes wasn't without its challenges. And changing shoes in front of strangers was almost guaranteed to result in some sort of crapful. But wearing them in this rain, it would be a slow walk. And although the dance studio was only five minutes away, that was five minutes she would rather not spend. in the rain in a pair of five-inch hills. After five minutes of internal debate, she settled on wearing hills just with a long raincoat. That way at least she would be mostly dry. Slipping her feet into her shoes, she sighed. At least her shoes still fitted. Maybe the long raincoat would help cover her extra curves. She could remember when she was young and

slim. She had no problem with clothes fitting her then. Now, well, getting dressed filled her with dread. Doubt swarmed in her mind. She really didn't want to be the dancing walrus at the studio. Everyone else, so slim and graceful, having done dancing for years, closing her eyes, she forcibly stopped the thought pattern. Something in her mind was trying to. trying to convince her not to go, her little demon that seemed hell-bent on keeping her overweight and single. Grabbing her raincoat, Maggie left her apartment to brave the storm. Before she did change her mind and break open the peanut butter, the rain-drenched streets were empty as Maggie finally approached the door to the studio.

Her coat lacking in the downpour, she pushed. the door open and stumbled quickly inside, up two short flights of stairs, and threw the door to the El Pashton dance studio. Maggie stood in her own puddle in the brightly lit and seemingly empty room. Roof-to-roof mirrors adorned every wall, mocking her, making her heart sink. She really did not like mirrors in the slightest. Oh, I have a pupil. A velvety soft voice echoed from a corner. The owner of the voice stood up, younger than his tone would portray.

Beneath the sheen of his dark shirt, his biceps flexed, stretching the material gently to give a suggestion of the body beneath. His shirt had been perfectly tailored, to be tight enough to caress the contours of his youthful and strong body, yet loose enough for him to move freely. After watching numerous TV shows, Maggie was full aware of the trend of the dancers to flaunt impressive pectorals at every occasion. A trend this young man had adopted enthusiastically. Only three buttons at the bottom the shirt were fastened. The top of his shirt open, exposing his divine chest, to seduce Maggie's lustful gaze. Somewhere deep inside her body, a long-forgotten fire sparked a life.

A passion, a desire, she had consigned to the past. Her lips suddenly bone dry. She licked them without thinking As her gaze traced down his body His pants were indecently tight around his hips Swirling impressively over his natural bulge He's just stuffed socks down there Maggie mused

And desperate to derail her train of thought What was she thinking He was toned and fit She was well overweight and completely unfit. Still when she got home, she decided she would break out her pot of sadly unused loop and remind herself of the delight of self-pleasure.

She might even dust off her bullet vibe if she could remember where the hell she put it. I'm Eduardo, and you are? Eduardo said, his lips stretching into a broad smile. exposing his perfectly white teeth dropping his gym bag on the edge of the dance law he raised his hand as if in the gesture of inviting a handshake

stepping forward Maggie reached out her own hand which he took and raised it to his lips kissing the back of her hand whilst his eyes fixed on hers in a ridiculously sensual way. Maggie realized she had just sighed at his kiss and blushed at her reaction.

I'm Maggie. She replied trying to regain control of her senses. Well, Maggie, it seems like you have me to yourself tonight. There is a bathroom there, if you would like to freshen up after surviving that rain. Eduardo said with a bit. broad smile. Feel free to use the towels and anything else you need.

He raised his hand to indicate a door in the corner of the room. As she looked up, Maggie caught sight of herself for the first time since arriving. God, she looked a mess. This was going to take more than a towel to put right. Her hair had exploded into a manic eruption. The little makeup she had put on. but now smeared down her face. Her coat dripped with water,

and by the looks of what she could see of her shirt underneath, the coat had done little to protect her from the rain. Maggie hurried to the bathroom, grateful to escape the gaze of the mirrors. Closing the door behind her, her gaze automatically drifted to a small window, contemplating escape from this hellish embarrassment. It was too small and she was two floors up.

It would no doubt end up being even more embarrassing if she attempted to climb down through the rain. Taking her excuse of a coat off and hanging it behind the door, she closed her eyes to steal herself before looking into the mirror. Thankfully, she thought, she had only put on a small amount of makeup, given how much was smeared down her face. Her raincoat had in fact managed to prevent exactly no rain from decorating her shirt.

The white cutting was now pretty much transparent and clung to her breast tightly. Rubbing a towel over her shirt did little to rectify the situation, turning on the hand dryer. Maggie angled it to face her shirt as she turned it on. The warm jet of air caress the cold water that covered her breasts, forcing her nipples even tighter, making them even more erect. Whilst not ideal, this was a lot better than a transparent shirt. She could ignore her desires for a little while longer,

at least until the class was finished and she was. was home, cuddled up in her bed. Turning the air funnel again. She focused it onto her hair, blowing it frizzy, but at least dry. Facing her reflection again, it was a truly horrifying sight. She looked like she had been electrocuted. Wiping her face viciously, she removed what remained of her makeup. Fuck. Thank God no one else turned up. She whispered, opening the bathroom door, she re-entered the main room, with what she hoped was a semblance of dignity. And Warder rose again from his seat and strode across the floor. You look stunning, he said his voice like Velvet.

Maggie could not help but think of all the means of stunning, deciding he probably meant it looked like she might not. him out. She whispered, lie her. Not at all, look. He said, taking her hand and circling her in front of the mirror. The heat of his body pressed against her range-wringed back as he took her other hand, raising them both into the air. He stared at a reflection, the heat of his breath, caressing her neck, raising an arm. avalanche of goosebumps all over her body. As he stared into the mirror, his face aside hers. Suddenly Maggie was aware of a firm pressure into the small of her back.

As Eduardo pressed against her, definitely not socks, she thought, as she pushed back against him, enjoying the gentle throbbing pleasure into her back. It had been way too long. Your eyes have a passion burning inside them. This is true dancing, he whispered, his warm tones caressing her body in ways it shouldn't be possible. She shivered as his voice veiled every inch of her skin. Her core clutched aggressively at his touch. Her pussy swelled with need. She looked into the mirror, into Eduardo's gaze, into the fire that burned behind them. I'm fat, she spat out. You are not fat.

You might be carrying a few extra pounds which you want to lose, but that does not define who you are inside. Never speak of yourself like that. He said his voice harsh and protective. His fingertips traced a line of electricity down her arm Her body shuddered as the dragon of desire awoke From many years asleep

His hand slid down her body As he whispered You are curvaceous Rubinesque A statue of womanhood That would have been heralded as a goddess In ancient Greece the closeness of his voice, the proximity of his body, his obvious arousal, the tone of his words,

fuelled the spreading fire burning through Maggie's body. His fingertips caress the edge of her breath, sending a shot of electricity through a body, one that she had long forgotten. Her nipples hardened further, with the impact. intensity of her desire, pressing aggressively against the lace of her bra. I want you to see what I see. His voice tormented her. The very resonance in his words caressed her clit, making her ache in such a way. God she wanted to be dirty with this man, right here, right now. Grinding her hips back against him. His cock throwed. His cock throw against her, his hands finding her hips. He pulled her back tightly as he pushed forward,

his cock moving along the curve of her back. Quickly, his fingers released the buttons of her shirt. Within a moment, it lay in a crumpled mess on the floor. Turning it quickly, he lowered her to the landslaw, his fingertips exploring her nipples, pinching them gently. gently, Maggie pressed her hips up against him, his abs pushing along her pussy. Desire flooded her mind, pushing his lips down. He sucked her nipples through her bra. His hands running passionately over her body, as if he were wanting to devour every inch with his fingertips. I love your curves. They are truly beautiful, he said, kissing her breasts, sucking her breast, sucking. them before biting her wreck nipples. His hands sliding up and down her body. His breath burned over her stomach, exploring, biting, wanting. His hands lifting her skirt before pressing her thighs apart. His fingertips exploring the lace of her panties, forcing a loud moan from Maggie's lips.

Her clit throbbed violently to his touch, running her fingers through his hair. Her legs parted willingly, wanting to succumb to this desire. Suddenly a realization hit her as she recognized his destination. Stop Eduardo, you have to know. She said panting, her body aching beyond redemption. I've been through the change. I don't get as wet anymore. I have the perfect solution.

He growled, dragging his tongue along her panties, lingering just before her clit, teasing it, tormenting it, the anticipation driving her mad with desire. In one deliberate movement, his tongue circled her clit, flicking it viciously, sucking it through her panties. Maggie rised under the storm of his mouth, her hips pressing up with desperate lust. Her body surrendered any hope of defence as she pressed her hills into the floor,

her fingers screwing his hair in tight balls as her orgasm invaded every cell. Sitting up, Eduardo sat between her open legs and said, I want to do this right. You are beautiful and deserve the best pleasure I can give. you. Leaning over, he grabbed his discarded bag from the dance floor. Taking a container out of it, he opened it and passed it to Maggie. It's coconut oil. Use it. Show me how you like to touch yourself. He commanded with those damn warm tones. Maggie looked at the coconut oil, the fragrance mixing beautifully with her own feminine scent,

sliding her fingers through the oil, the sensation of it melting to her touch, erotic in its own right. She took her coconut-covered fingers and took a deep breath. She had never touched herself in front of the man before. But something about Eduardo was so interesting. in her pleasure, she couldn't resist.

Abandoning the last of her inhibitions, she pulled her panties to one side with one hand, whilst massaging the coconut oil into her pussy with the other. The caress of the oil against her still throbbing clit was frankly amazing. Her fingers moved in slow, long circles, the length of her pussy, coating herself in the natural lobe, pushing her lips apart. She pressed her fingers deep into her pussy as her thumb rubbed her clit. Looking into Eduardo's eyes, they were on fire with passion, entranced by every movement of her fingers.

Feeling absolutely filthy, she plunged her fingers in deeper. Her body twisting as her core clutched along them. Fuck having him watch her as she pleasureed herself was so damn hot. Such a turn on. Stroke yourself from me, Eduardo. She gasped without taking his eyes off her hand. He loosened his pants, taking his erection out and stroking it in slow, deliberate movements. Seeing his cock throbbing in his hand as he sat between her thighs.

took her to the edge and beyond. Pressing her hills into the ground, she raised her pelvis, letting Eduardo see the detail of her throbbing pussy, his eyes widening as another orgasm cascaded through a body. Inside me now, she screamed, wanting to fill him, fill her completely. Her back arched as Eduardo, thrust his cock inside her, her lips stretching around his wide girth, her head tipping backwards,

their reflection so beautifully captured in the mirror. Watching this young man, pounded into her pussy, feeling the sensation of his hard cock, kissing every inch of her. Her body tightened against him, grasping desperately along his length, their gazes melting into each other

as their rhythm moved in perfect time. His thumb pressed Maggie's clit against his cock furiously, rubbing the coconut oil deep into her trembling nub. Suddenly Eduardo growled loudly, a growl that vibrated through his body, making his cock pulse violently inside her as he erupted one cum, coating every inch of her pussy. Pressing her pussy along his cock, draining every drop from him. Her own body trembling and a delicious orgasm. The heat between them, spreading through her whole body. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she surrendered completely to the moment.

Sliding slowly back to the floor. Entwined. The two of them was one. Neither of them wanting to break their connection. Their body's trembling in perfect time. Maggie closed her eyes intensifying the afterglow and the sensation of his still pulsing cock

deep inside her without opening them she whispered pray tell why do you have coconut oil you think my shaved chest is naturally this shiny long when it's passed before I've of them spoke again When I come for my next lesson, do you think we could dance a little?

You mean we haven't been? He replied, the mischievous smile evident in his tone. Well, okay, if you promised to join me for a private lesson in my apartment upstairs after. Deal, she sighed, immersing herself back into the waves of pleasure. So, I amymed. I hope you enjoyed that, but until next week, when we can get wild in bed all over again. This is Devlin Wild, and always with your pleasure in mind. Wishing you salacious dreams.

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