[F]riday fun with hubby

My husband (like many men) loves seeing me in his clothes, oversized shirts, boxers etc. This isn’t always possible as I’m bigger than him, so when I had some new lingerie delivered, I decided to treat him to a show.

I told him I wanted to show him it, and left the room to put it on, and topped it with one of his suit jackets, barely buttoned over my tits. I walked back in, and he was sitting in our arm chair in just his boxers, with my collar on his lap and the restraints waiting for me on the bed. Clearly he had more ideas than I did! He made me stand for a few minutes, as he admired my outfit, before he ordered me to my knees, and made me crawl across the floor towards him, his eyes never leaving my body. As I reached him, him fixed the collar around my neck, kissing me deeply before freeing his cock, and pushing my head down. I took him deep in my throat, smiling as I heard his moans, and start fucking my own throat. It didn’t take long before he was pulling me to my feet, and leading me round to the mirror on the wall. He spread my legs, pushing my hands against the wall, and began fingering me, making me watch as he fucked me. I was so wet, and desperate for him.

[F]isted by brother in law

What started as an innocent message about what his plans were for his girlfriends birthday led to a day of him persuading me to let him come round and fuck me. It took until 9pm before I gave in, because I’m weak and needy.

He walked in, and within seconds he had his hand squeezing my throat and his lips on mine. I was instantly wet, knowing that what we were doind was wrong but felt so good. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to my feet, forcing me to stand in front of him as he stripped me off. He pushed me against the wall, and spread my legs wide. His two fingers slipped deep inside as his fucked me with them, his mouth on my nipple, biting and tugging at them, sending waves of pain and pleasure through my body.

He stepped back, his fingers leaving me empty and hungry and stripped off himself, my eyes not leaving his cock as it sprang free. Fuck, I’d forgotten how thick he was. He pushed me to my knees, forcing his cock deep down my throat, telling me what a good girl I was as he face fucked me. Keeping his cock deep, he held me down, his hand on the back of my head as I struggled for air. He let me go and I fell to the floor, gasping for air, spit dripping down my chin.

[MF] Me and my husband stepped up our weekend fuck

For once I’m writing about my husband and not someone I’ve cheated with!

We head to bed Saturday evening, ready to curl up with a shit movie and a few drinks. He went up a bit before me, and I don’t think anything of it, until I walk into the bedroom and see our restraints draped on the bed (they are attached under the mattress) and a few sex toys waiting on my bedside table. I smile at him, as he orders me to strip, never taking his eyes off me as my clothes hit the floor. He comes over, and wrap the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, feeling his breath on my bare skin as his lips almost brush against me.

He leads me to the bed, and lays me on my back, my head hanging off the end, pushing my legs back and clipping them to the straps behind me. He runs his tongue down my exposed pussy, his tongue flicking against my clit as my legs twitch against the straps. He moves away from me, leaving me whimpering for more. I can’t see him, but I hear the sudden noise as my vibrator turns on, feeling it rubbing against my clit.

[MF] I finally caved and let him use me

My ex boyfriend from high school was the first person to explore my submissive side with me, and if I’m perfectly honest, he’s never really lost that control over me. I struggle to resist him, even to this day. He’ll suddenly pop up in my DMs and I can usually stop myself for a while, just being a bitchy brat until he goes quiet. But a few weeks ago he sent me a message I couldn’t ignore.

“I’m going to be walking past your house at 10pm tomorrow night, you’d better be ready”

Fuck. This is the closest he had been in months, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to be strong this time. I tried, I really did, try to play it off, pretending I wasn’t interested. We both knew this was a lie. I spent the whole day as a bundle of excited nervousness, still unsure whether he would actually appear at my door.

At just a little after 10, my door knocked. I hadn’t made any special effort with my clothes, I just had a long t shirt and leggings on. Besides, they never stayed on very long. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

[F] getting fucked while husband and kids sleep upstairs

About a week before I persuaded him to come round and fuck me, I had gone to his for a drink. We are ex colleagues, and I had only left about 4 days before. So we were chatting, talking about my new job, and as I got up to leave he pinned me against the wall and kissed me, so deeply and urgently that it felt like he’d been wanting to do it for years. I ended up on my knees in front of him, taking every inch of his cock down my throat. The noise he made was incredible. He’s 8 inches, and thick, and he told me after that he’d never had a woman take every inch of it. Me being the cum hungry slut I am loved this, and didn’t stop until he came, swallowing every drop.

Jump forward to the night he ended up at mine. It was boxing day (26th Dec for those who don’t know) and we had been messaging back and forth all week. My husband had drank a little too much, so headed up to bed about half 9, leaving me alone downstairs. I was already so turned on from our chats, that when he told me he was stroking his cock, I didn’t even think before saying “why don’t you come and fuck me instead?” He couldn’t answer quick enough, and was quietly opening my front door 20 minutes later.

I [F] slept with my Husbands brother [m]

Yes, I know, I’m a terrible awful person. But this is something I naturally can’t share anywhere else.

Me and the brother have flirted for years. You know, the kind of tipsy flirting that you can get away with at big gatherings, brushing up against each other occasionally. He once was so drunk he grabbed and squeezed both my breasts in front of my husband. This didn’t go down very well as I’m sure you can imagine. Things got very heated, but lucky it was soon forgotten. But not by him, apparently.

Fast forward to last year (“19) and yet another family gathering. I was the tipsy one this time, but he was completely sober. He came up behind me while I was in the kitchen, no one else around, and I could feel his cock against my ass cheeks. He didn’t do anything, just pushed against me hard and whispered in my ear “if you don’t let me fuck you soon I’m going to just take what I want instead” and walked away. I took a minute to calm myself, and rejoined the party.