Author: balbrash

Overdue Honeymoon [MFM, bi, hotwife]

A gentle breeze rolled by, stirring me out of a light doze. I was lazing away the afternoon in a lounge chair on the beach with giant palm trees for shade and a half-full glass of rum on a table beside me. Beside me was my lovely wife of 11 years, flipping through the pages of her book.

This was our first real vacation since we had met. It was essentially our honeymoon after years blessed with the fortune…of staying at home to care for the kids. It had taken a lot of effort and patience to finally convince her that we could take some time for ourselves. But there we were, our second day in the Caribbean, doing our best to forget everything but ourselves for a small while.

The sex the night before had been fantastic. Just the vibe of the place, it seemed, had broken through our respective tensions, and opened up our libidos. We woke up relaxed and refreshed, and my wife had eagerly slipped me inside her once again to start off the day. Now she was laid back in a floral 2-piece swimsuit, sipping on a piña colada. I let my eyes slide down her neck and along her tanned cleavage, shiny with sunscreen. Her breasts were medium-sized and had kept their shape well over the years. I reached over to cup one and feel it’s softness, and she playfully slapped me away. Read more »

Overdue Honeymoon [MFM, bi, hotwife]

A gentle breeze rolled by, stirring me out of a light doze. I was lazing away the afternoon in a lounge chair on the beach with giant palm trees for shade and a half-full glass of rum on a table beside me. Beside me was my lovely wife of 11 years, flipping through the pages of her book.

This was our first real vacation since we had met. It was essentially our honeymoon after years blessed with the fortune…of staying at home to care for the kids. It had taken a lot of effort and patience to finally convince her that we could take some time for ourselves. But there we were, our second day in the Caribbean, doing our best to forget everything but ourselves for a small while.

The sex the night before had been fantastic. Just the vibe of the place, it seemed, had broken through our respective tensions, and opened up our libidos. We woke up relaxed and refreshed, and my wife had eagerly slipped me inside her once again to start off the day. Now she was laid back in a floral 2-piece swimsuit, sipping on a piña colada. I let my eyes slide down her neck and along her tanned cleavage, shiny with sunscreen. Her breasts were medium-sized and had kept their shape well over the years. I reached over to cup one and feel it’s softness, and she playfully slapped me away. Read more »

Your friendly local barber shop [First time, MM]

During my junior year in college, I lived alone in a small city apartment. My entire social life consisted of short, random conversations with students in my classes, or coworkers at my warehouse night job.

I didn’t mind. I was lonely, but not that lonely. I wanted a girlfriend. Someone to love. I played video games. I jerked off 2 or 3 times a day. It had been this way for some time. In the past year all my friends had graduated and moved away. My casual approach to my studies had held me back.

I drank and smoked pot. The pornography I sought out became more varied. Almost by accident, at first, I began to focus on cocks as I watched women get fucked. I discovered shemales and dickgirls. Femenine but hard. Written fantasies, especially, pushed the boundaries of what I found myself turned on by. Written porn made it easier to imagine, and I would find myself imagining the girl with a cock in her mouth. In my mouth. But I didn’t think of myself as gay at all. I liked girls. Maybe a bit curious, at most. Read more »

Your friendly local barber shop [First time, MM]

During my junior year in college, I lived alone in a small city apartment. My entire social life consisted of short, random conversations with students in my classes, or coworkers at my warehouse night job.

I didn’t mind. I was lonely, but not that lonely. I wanted a girlfriend. Someone to love. I played video games. I jerked off 2 or 3 times a day. It had been this way for some time. In the past year all my friends had graduated and moved away. My casual approach to my studies had held me back.

I drank and smoked pot. The pornography I sought out became more varied. Almost by accident, at first, I began to focus on cocks as I watched women get fucked. I discovered shemales and dickgirls. Femenine but hard. Written fantasies, especially, pushed the boundaries of what I found myself turned on by. Written porn made it easier to imagine, and I would find myself imagining the girl with a cock in her mouth. In my mouth. But I didn’t think of myself as gay at all. I liked girls. Maybe a bit curious, at most. Read more »