Author: Coffee_and_Glasses

[FM] Fucked Against The Car In A Secluded Rural Area

I guess a part 2 to my last post! I have this as an edited update on my last story, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to have it separately too.

Last post context: My husband and I wore vibrators to tease ourselves while we drove my sister home. Below is what happened next ?

*** The Fun Stuff ***

The short trip went extremely well ?

After dropping my sister off, we immediately started driving out to a secluded area. The further from town we got the more my inhibitions disappeared. I groped his cock through the soft material of his shorts and he would reach over to squeeze my breasts (purposely didn’t wear a bra under my sundress).

I eventually felt secure enough to slip my straps down and let me tits hang free, which drove him wild. He pulled his cock out and started stroking while calling me a dirty slut who needed my pussy fucked. I fucking love when he becomes “daddy.” He reached over to pull my nipples and slap my boobs every so often as we got closer to our destination. Read more »

[FM] Driving Sister Home While Husband and I Wear Our Vibrators

My younger sister needed a ride back home, so my husband and I volunteered. She lives about 45 minutes away and I thought it be fun to tease my husband on the way.

As I’m typing this, there is a vibrator in my pussy and one in my husband’s ass. I’m controlling his through an app on my phone and watching his cock strain against his shorts.

My sister is oblivious in the backseat and ik my husband is loving it and probably imagining me leaning over and giving him road head for passing cars to see.

Once we drop my sister off, I’m sure we’ll find a little stop in the middle of nowhere so he can bend me over the trunk and fuck me properly ;)

My pussy can’t wait.

[F]irst Ti[M]e Handcuffing Each Other

Hi again! Figured I’d share another experience. I don’t know what sparked this memory to come up from the depths of my brain but I’m glad it did! Look for ******** to skip the set up stuff.

My now husband and I met in college. He was my first everything (literally) and we discovered a lot about ourselves sexually during our time at school (as one does). One of the things we tried and liked was being handcuffed. This is the story of how we discovered that.

The idea was suggested first by my husband who was a technical theater major. He took me to the theater one night and led me to the prop room. He pulled out a bin and reached in to pull back out a pair of metal cuffs that was used for a previous play. He looked at me with a smirk but a bit of apprehension, like he was worried I would think he was a freak or something. Which, in a way I guess he was but I was into it lol Read more »

[F] Reminiscing as I wait for [M]y husband to get home…

Hi there. I’m a long term lurker, blah blah blah and I am currently lonely and bored as I wait for my husband to get home. I’ve been scrolling through the stories and after vaguely touching myself for the umpteenth today, I figured I should entertain my fingers a different way.

Reading these stories always make me think of when we first got together and how quickly he “corrupted” me. When I say that he was my first for everything, I mean EVERYTHING. First kiss, first sexual experiences, first boyfriend, and now my one and only husband.

****Story starts here****

One of my favorite memories though that’s fitting for this sub is the first place I gave him a hand/blowjob. Drum roll please —–> the baseball dugout.

See, we would go on late night walks all of the time. One night we ended up on the dark baseball field in the dugout. Should point out- it was January and fucking cold. But after making out and lots of over the clothes touching, naturally some of them had to come off. My nipples were pointing at attention and when his warm mouth started sucking on them I was done for. Up to this point, we had heavily made out and touched over clothes. The only article of clothing he had gotten off me til now was my shirt and he groped my boobs covered by a bra. I don’t think I’d even touched his cock yet, just timidly traced his happy trail. Read more »