Fumble with an old married friend. [MF]

I didn’t expect anything to ever happen between Jane and me. We’d been friends for a long time, having met at a previous job and staying in touch. I’d socialised with her and her husband a few times. We all got on well.

Honestly though, Jane and I got on a little too well when her husband wasn’t around. Nothing outrageous but certainly a lot of flirty back-and-forth. Of course it was more obvious when one of us was drunk (usually her) and I always felt she was a little more into me than I was into her. I found her really hot. Dirty blonde hair, curvy figure, cute smile. Not a head-turner but very attractive as a person.

She’d married young, settled down quickly and think, though she never said this, may have regretted playing the field a little more before embarking on married life. Her relationship with her husband has always been a little strained. She didn’t reveal a lot and I know they’ve never officially split at any point but it was often clear things weren’t always rosy. I guess that’s why she cheated.

Earliest friend turns into a FWB with a love of facials. [MF]

I grew up with Janine. She was one of the first girls I did anything sexually with. A rail thin blonde. Cute face. Tiny little tits. The perkiest nipples. Incredibly horny. This story is about an ‘arrangement’ we fell into one summer.

I was home from university. She’d never left home. We’d loosely stayed in touch but had a big circle of mutual friends. I encountered her in a nightclub one night. We flirted and made out but other than some brief gropes in the corner of the club, things didn’t go any further that night.

We started texting. One night she gets in touch. “I’m bored. Nobody’s home…”

I’m sure we all know what that message means. I hot foot it around there and we pick up where we left off years previously, namely her laying back and letting me do all the work. She had a tight pussy, waxed to perfection. Each time my length went all the way inside her she’d yelp, a red rash forming over her tight chest giving away home much she enjoyed it.

Janine wasn’t a skilled lay but she was fun to fuck. She’d try a few new things but had some hard limits (no anal – I asked more than once).

My student ex invited two guys to watch and jerk to us. [Group]

I’ve enjoyed writing about my ex-girlfriend Christina, from my uni days, recently. She was quite open to new experiences, which is what made sex between us so fun.

During first year, I lived in a university flat with four other people. Two of them kept to themselves but I was pretty tight with the other pair, a guy and a girl. They were both sociable and would regularly have friends around. The guy, David, had a pretty diverse group that would hang out and get high at our place. It wasn’t uncommon for there to be 7 or 8 of them in our shared living room smoking and having a good time. It was always guys and the guys all loved Christina. You could see the look in their eyes when we came into the room.

She was tall and thing, with a nice thick ass. She was really beautiful too. Truthfully, I was punching way above my weight with her. Naturally introverted, she had an unexpected exhibitionism kink that we explored early on in our relationship.

Students watch us fuck in Lovers’ Lane [MF]

My university girlfriend Christina was, in day-to-day life, a huge introvert. She was quiet, intelligent and highly studious. When we were sort of dating (she had a boyfriend at another university) there were hints that there was another side to her. I noticed she liked to drop little teasers into conversation occasionally. Forgetting her blinds were open when she was changing and someone seeing her naked. Her and her BF at the time being interrupted by friends while having sex at a house party. A vague allusion to ‘all’ of the student union seeing her tits.

It was only when we fully got together that I realised how significant her exhibisionist side was. We started dating at 19. There was a strong girl-next-door look to her but she got a huge amount of attention as she was so pretty. She was self-conscious about her figure in private but, really, knew that it drew a lot of attention. The term PAWG didn’t exist then but this was definitely Christina. A beautiful girl who enjoyed having a certain kind of attention.

My ex and her free-use friend [MF]

Back when I was with my ex (Christina), one of her friends (Sally) came to stay with us for a short while after splitting from her boyfriend. As I mentioned in a previous story (see comments), things got heated one night and we ended up having a threesome.

The next night, we all had sex again. We were all less drunk and overall it was much less frantic than that first evening. Christina instigated it again while we were all in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

“Are we all staying in the same bedroom again tonight?”

Sally and I acted pretty casual in saying yes. I could tell from the look on her face she was excited though.

We called an early night, not long after dinner. Sally came with us into our bedroom and she and Christina started making out again. I pulled Christina’s top off. My ex had a lovely pair of B-cup tits. Sally and I each took a nipple into our mouths, while unbuttoning Christina’s jeans. She was the first to be naked.

Christina had a great body. Quite thin with a thick ass. A meaty pussy was surrounded by untrimmed hair. In all of the time we had together, she only groomed it a handful of times.

Drunk threesome with my ex and her best friend. [MFF]

When I lived with my ex, Christina, we had a pretty healthy sex life. We were open about our fantasies, tried to fulfil as many as we could and stayed generally very open to new experiences. Christina was in the process of coming out as bi-sexual. At this stage of the relationship there’d been no sex with other people so it was more a case of her coming to terms with (and exploring) her attraction to other women.One thing that really got her going was hearing about which of her friends I found attractive and why.

Sally, one of her old flatmates, sometimes came on this list. Sally was one of those girls that wouldn’t turn heads on the street but had a very sexy, flirty manner when you got talking to her. Blonde hair, just the right amount of curves. She was hot. We both agreed on this.It all came about because Sally got dumped by her boyfriend and moved in with us for a couple of weeks while she sorted a new place to live. Christina spent a lot of time with her, usual girls supporting their friends. Sally was around a lot though, so I got the chance to get to know her a lot better. She was a little down but it was still possible to get a smile and some flirty banter out of her.

“A blowjob’s not really cheating, is it?” – New blonde friend gets carried away after drinking. [MF]

I was invited at the last minute to a literary festival (Hay-on-Wye, in case anyone is wondering) several years ago, along with my sort-of-girlfriend at the time (we’ll call her Sara). The invitation was from a couple I knew from university, one half of who was contributing to one of the events happening there. Another couple had dropped out and there was a spare room in the cottage they’d hired for the week. It was a no-brainer, a good chance for us to get away and sample some high-brow culture for free.

We drove separately to our friends a day after they’d arrived. When we got there, we were both surprised to meet another girl, Kristina, who would be staying with us. She was alone, her boyfriend left behind due to work commitments. Kristina was friendly and hot. We hit it off straight away. I’d always had a thing for blondes. Softly spoken and slightly ditzy, it was immediately tricky to work out if she was flirting or just friendly.

Invited to suck an older colleague’s tits. [MF]

Several years ago, I worked closely with a lady named Vic. We got quite close as we worked in a very small team. We flirted a lot, as was the norm with most women I worked with, but Vic was married and also around 15 years older than me. It never felt like anything could ever happen. She knew I got around a lot and she’d ask me regularly about girls I was seeing or was interested in. I knew she was interested, even though she shouldn’t be.

Things changed one day.

One of the small meeting rooms was very secluded. We were sat in there, taking a break from whatever we were doing and she started talking about her tits being itchy. I offered to scratch them for her. It was an off-hand joke, banter. She took it far more seriously than I expected. She looked shocked but said something I never would have expected.

*I wouldn’t mind that*.

Spit-roasting the school bully’s sister. [MF]

I’m going all the way back to my late teenage years for this story.

A brief bit of background. There was a girl, Rachel, in my class all through primary school. She was only significant to me in those years in that her brother was the major bully in our school and, for nearly a whole year, made the life of me and four of the other guys in my class absolute hell. He was four years older than us and, honestly, we had no chance. Snitching just didn’t happen back then. We tried to fight back a few times but it didn’t end well. It only stopped when he went to secondary school.

Time was a healer. We got on with our lives and largely forgot about him, bar the occasional conversation about how things might be if we met again when we were all older.

Rachel went to the local all-girls’ school. We were in the equivalent all-boys’ school. I didn’t see her much from 12 through 18, until a couple of our mutual friends started dating and we found ourselves at the same house parties. I was at university at the time, only about an hour away, and would often come home on weekends if there was something interesting happening.

Slept with my colleague and inadvertently slept with her daughter without either of them knowing… [MF]

I did some work with a local university a few years ago. Our department was pretty big. Though I was sort of freelancing at the time, I got to be tight with a few people who worked there. There were regular drinks every Thursday night and this group, plus a rotating retinue of others would go out straight after work and have a few swift ones. This is how I came to meet Carole. She was a little older than my usual type. I came to understand she was separated from her husband and tentatively trying out single life. We hit it off one night (the cliche of we were the last two of the group remaining when the others went home…) and she came back to my place where we had quite drunken and largely very forgettable sex. A quick bash in missionary and doggy, then her asking me to finish on her tits. The only highlight was a small splash of cum accidentally hitting her chin and the look of surprise/mild revulsion that followed this. Funny for me, not for her.