An Underground Club and Public Sex [MF][MFF]

Last week, Stacey started talking about this club some of her co-workers have been hitting up. I’m game for anything, but Kate wasn’t up for it. She told us to go, and specifically said if either of us were gonna hook up with anyone we were allowed, but be safe.

I asked her what the vibe was and she said it was one of those speakeasy style places where you dress like the prohibition. So, we watched some YouTube tutorials and put together some outfits and headed out. We get to this shady place in the warehouse district. If it wasn’t for the cars being mostly fancy af and there being a valet, I would’ve bolted.

We get to the door and it’s a legit slide the port open and ask for the password thing. Stacey told him that night’s password (Hocus Pocus), and he let us in. So, what I gather is that these popup places get some social media influencer types in for free, tell them the password, and they spread it. We get inside and it looks fantastic. Edison lights, the bartender in a hipster mustache, young upwardly mobile people having a blast. The music was good, too. The right amount of modern indie hits with big band flavor.

tl;dr I banged the mother and sister of the bride before her wedding that I was in, part 2 [MF]

So, I woke up the next morning to a bunch of missed calls from the groom. Julia was freaking out because she couldn’t get a hold of Amy and she knows I was with her and Erica last night at the neighborhood pub. I assured him I’d find her and make sure she was clean and sober for the rehearsal and dinner. Which, coincidentally played into my plans to fuck her.

I hung up and went downstairs. Erica had made breakfast and we ate together. I told her the low down and she suggested a few friends to check with. I knew two of them, so I figured I’d check there first. As smoothly as I could, I asked about the fun we had the previous night. I asked if she wanted to go another round. She said she had a good time, and wouldn’t mind doing that again sometime before I left. Half-jokingly, I said, “so not right now?” She laughed, and said I had to go find Amy.

tl;dr I banged the mother and sister of the bride before her wedding that I was in, part 1 [MF]

I had graduated college and got a job in sales. I decided to play up the role and went into a bit of debt because of it. Loud super up mustang, dressed like Gordon Gekko, the works. I wasn’t always like this, but college turned me into a bit of an asshole.

My buddy James was getting married and I agreed to be in his wedding. He had been dating Julia since high school and I met James through her. Her older sister babysat me a few times, so Julia and I became friends as we were the same age. Julia started “seeing” James at school, and we were in different cliques until we hung out a few times.

I get to town without a plan to stay anywhere and meet up with James. We had a lunch and a few beers and he asked if I wanted to stay with him and Julia. I told I couldn’t impose and then he had a brilliant idea. I should stay in Julia’s old room. Her mom wouldn’t mind. etc etc.

Hooking up with a girl that wanted to save herself for marriage [MF]

The year was 2000. _Smooth_ was the number hit of the millennium. Frosted tips as far as the eye could see. Girls in short shorts and bare midriffs wearing chokers and way too much lipstick dominated college parties.

But how would I know? I was just a lame freshman. My friends and I were taking turns on one of their GameCubes or playing DnD (this is before it was cool). I didn’t go to parties.

Then I formed that crush. You know the one. The one that changes you. The one that makes you adventurous against all instincts. You start doing stupid shit just to get her attention.

Her name was Alison. She was tall, had shoulder length dark, almost black, hair. She had these adorable freckles across her nose. Her eyes were startlingly blue. I said she was tall, but she was 6′ tall. She was thin, too, probably no more than 130-140lbs.

Alison could cuss like a sailor. She smoked, pot and cigarettes. She wasn’t anything you’d expect a girl to act like. We had a class together and we’re put on a project, and I know this is gonna make me sound all forever alone-ish, but I thought I fell in love with her. I know now that I fell in love with the _idea_ of her, but it is what it is.

Fantastic sex with the worst person [MF]

I spent some time after college trying on different sexual kinks. I went to BDSM clubs, which are a lot heavier and older than advertised. I tried meeting girls online in kink forums (like Craigslist). It turned out that I’m not as kinky as I liked to believe; I was just bored and horny.

So, in one of these bored and horny states I let myself get setup for a blind date. I was shown a picture, so it was more like a “deaf date,” I guess. She was pretty. Shoulder length brown hair with messy bangs, as was popular then. Bright blue eyes, which was hot. She had a long neck and thin figure. Not much chest, and I was told that was because she was a gymnast in school, which helped me say yes.

So the night of the date comes. I go to pick her up with a rose, because I know fuckall what I’m doing. She opens the door, and I swear from the get go, her accent was like nails on a chalkboard. Like some sort of mix between southern and Brooklyn. The pitch of her voice could’ve made the Sandinistas surrender alone, but the accent combined with it was just abrasive to the ears.

Kate and I moved our GF, Stacey, in this weekend. Unexpectedly, watched some swingers have fun, too. [Group][FFM]

So, I live in a relatively quiet neighborhood, but I guess every neighborhood has its secrets.

Three of Stacey’s co-workers helped move her in. Two brought boyfriends, one her husband. That couple is my age (mid-30s?), and the wife is definitely a mother hen to the other girls at the restaurant (for those not following along, Stacey works at a Hooters-like establishment).

I homebrew, so I have 3 beers on tap in the keezer, and open the bar after everyone’s finished working. My neighbor and his wife, (34 and 31) are cool and know our deal. Husband owns a tattoo shop and has a full sleeve, wife has a full leg tattoo. They pop over and invite us all to cool off in their pool later, since it was like 100°. One of the couples declined and dipped. The two other couples asked to borrow swimsuits and were down. I loaded up a kolsch keg I had waiting into an ice bucket and wheeled her on down in a weird parade of 20-30 something’s on their way to a party lol.

Me, my GF, our future housemate, her Tinder date, and a bag of weed [MF][FF]

Recap – Kate (22, 5’6″, wavy brunette, freckles, green eyes, small C cup, fit legs) lives with me now.

Stacey (23, Kate’s old roommate, 5’9″? 10″?, straight blondish hair, very tan, DDs, super skinny, not much booty, but long sexy legs and a /r/godpussy ) is moving in in a month, but hangs out every weekend.

Me – 37, IT professional, fit, bright blue eyes, short brown hair, well manicured beard,

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Stacey works at a breastaraunt. I won’t say which one, but they have a decent menu compared to Hooters. Kate and I have eaten a few times I the last three weeks while Stace was working. The view is pretty nice all around, but I generally am uncomfortable in places like that. I don’t even like strip clubs.

Anyway, point of that is that Stacey has a good weed girl. She works in the kitchen. Lesbian. Has a big crush on Stacey. We’ve been smoking well lately. Stacey came over Friday night at like midnight with a fresh bag and we lit it up. It wasn’t long before we were in one of our cuddle puddles and some mutual masturbation. We fell asleep on the couch watching some shitty cinemax late night “porn.”

A sensual evening in with Kate [MF]

If you’re looking for debauchery, this is not the story for you. It’s very vanilla sex. What you’re about to read might be textbook romance novel stuff. I’ve never read them, personally, but I can infer from retellings.

I got home yesterday after work and then the gym beat. I decided to take a shower right away. I’ve been working on my physique more, so following the shower, I started making a healthy dinner: Baked chicken on a hearty salad.

Kate made it home within five minutes of dinner being ready. She had also been to the gym and she was looking really cute in her pony tail, sports bra, and short workout shorts. A few strands of slightly sweaty hair bobbed in front of her face as she greeted me with a hug and planted a big kiss on me.

We ate and chatted about our day. Not much was going on at our jobs except drudgery. The gym was more exciting. A newbie tried to lift more than he could without a spotter at mine, leading to a dramatic rescue by several bros. Kate thwarted several attempts to hit on her by similar bros. She insisted I come to her gym as a guest sometime so they believe she has a boyfriend. Surely, that will end it, I said sarcastically. She slugged my arm. I love that.

Kate [F], 22, and I [M], 36, played house this weekend, pt. 3 – The Threesome

Saturday evening ended with a dinner at a nice restaurant (like wear a jacket nice). We showered and dressed and went out. We were still playing house, and had said a word I wouldn’t have thought we’d say to each other for many more months or ever. The big L.

We walked around a park and talked about what we meant by that, versus what the world means when they say it. Making sure we’re on the same page, relationship wise and all. So, yeah. We’re monogamous now, in so much as not dating anyone else without the other person being involved. Kate’s bi and loves threesomes, and she said she hasn’t been able to give up girls in the past, but promised I’d be included from the start if she got the itch again.

When we got back to my house, we got a little high, listened to music, cuddled and fell asleep…

**Sunday**

I was having a sex dream about Kate and a nameless girl when I awoke to her going down on me. She paused, looked up and said, “Morning, sleepy. I saw you had a hard on and wanted it in my mouth.” She went back to sucking, and I had to stop her and go to the bathroom. She pouted, but we both got up brushed our teeth too, which is nice for morning shenanigans.

Kate [F], 22, and I [M], 36, played house this weekend, pt. 2 – Saturday

We went to bed around midnight Friday, and I woke up first around 7. I went downstairs and started coffee and breakfast. While the oven was heating up, I went back up and brushed my teeth. My bedroom has a big master bath with a big shower but I grabbed some stuff and used the second bathroom shower to not wake Kate.

I finished making breakfast and Kate woke to the bacon being pulled out of the oven. She eats mostly Paleo (she’s not super strict, but fairly strict), so bacon and eggs are right up her alley.

She kisses me good morning and I hand her some coffee. This is all very domestic and not something we’ve done really, but we’re playing house. We chat about what to do for the day, since she can’t be too far from home in case she has to hop on her laptop and do some work. I suggest the community pool and she agreed that was perfect.