What is it about classic porn? [MF][mF][mast]

What is it about 70’s and 80’s porn that I’m so attracted to?

Is it that my early masturbation was fueld by it? Copies of euro porn mags stashed under my chest of drawers. Eagerly acquired from that guy at school who had some seemingly endless supply of them. Quickly put into the bottom of my school bag; a glimpse of some buxom woman wearing a colourful, low cut top being leered over by a moustached gent on the cover as I hide it away. All day spent thinking about what scenes were inside; what did her tits look like? How did he fuck her. Eagerly rushed home and into my bedroom, excuses for having the door closed as I flipped through the mag; a quick pass first to establish what scenes it contained. Some threesomes, a lesbian scene, one big breasted black woman taking on three dicks. Returning to the buxom woman who’s met up not only with the gent on the cover, but his mate as well. Progressively being undressed and working on their cocks, slowly stroking my erection through my pants. She’s on all fours being spit roasted, my cock is out and being stroked, imagining her on my desk sucking my cock. She’s on top of one guy on the couch riding cowgirl while she blows the other. Getting to the page where she’s got cum being ejected all over her asshole as one guy cums having just withdrawn from her hairy pussy and my load blows all over my hand. A quick wipe up with some tissue, pants up, mag safely stashed away for next time.

More than she expected [FF][Les][voy] cont.

While my wife and I have seen an explosion in our sex lives in recent months, I don’t think she was expecting this. The proceedings planned for the day were about me, not about her. Carol was my wife’s gift to me, as a thank you for her getting to play with a bunch of anonymous cocks and getting fucked by Hot Guy in front of me. She’d loved the experience and wanted to see me enjoy myself in return.

I don’t think she’s ever really had a thing for other women. She hung out with a close bi friend and all her lesbian crowd in London years ago before we were together, and I while I suspect there was some exploration undertaken at that time it certainly never stuck. An comments about good looking women never got her attention. On the few occasions we’ve watched porn together, it’s never been something she’s been drawn to. Her Kindle history (which I can see, but I don’t think she knows that) has only once had one book of lesbian erotica and I think that was a mistaken purchase as the title seemed to indicate a group sex thing (which she’s into), it just happened to be lacking any cocks.

My turn to tick a bucket list item [MF..F][hothusband][mast] cont.

In the days following my wife’s experience at the beach and with Hot Guy, we were reassessing how we’d pushed the boundaries of our sex life so far in such a short time. We openly discussed how I felt having seen someone else fucking my wife and while I admit I had moments of mild jealousy, they were far outweighed by how turned on I was, the way it made me feel and how it obviously made my wife feel. My wife was also very attentive to my feelings and checked in with me often to reassure me that she wasn’t on some new found cock hunt to replace me.

Discussion soon turned to what we’d do next. A group thing? Back to the beach again? Swingers night?

“Nope, I think it’s your turn. I want to see you enjoying yourself and I think I’ve got it sorted.”, she said and I could see the cogs turning in her brain as she said it. She’d thought about this already.

“Sure. But remember that finding a single women at a nude beach isn’t likely to happen. They aren’t called unicorns for nothing.”

Wife wants to tick another buket list item [MF..M][hotwife][mast]

This morning I’d woken up as usual, down at the holiday house at the beach. Coffee & toast for breakfast. Slow morning browsing the news online. An interesting article about China and new tech innovation that was worth the long read. Had to run the kids into the local town at lunchtime to do the movies and dinner with friends. Wife offered to come for the drive and ended up coaxing more than half a dozen guys to cum while she finger fucked herself at the local nude beach. You know, just your average day on holidays. Not.

This was moving too fast for me. While I’d enjoyed (i.e. came bucket loads) seeing my wife perform for these guys and her newfound fondness for exhibisionism and, well, her being a bit of a slut had always been a fantasy of mine you never really expect your fantasies to come true. And you certainly don’t expect it when they push past what you’d imagined was hot and into what she’s imagining was hot.

Anonymous cocks at the beach [MMMMMMM..MF][cuck][exh]

It had been a long running gag we’d always played (well, I had anyway) for as long as we’d been heading down the coast; I’d hit the indicators to turn off to the local nude beach but instead just drive straight past. I think the fact that I still did it generated more humour now than the threat itself but it had become a tradition. Even when the kids came along and they didn’t understand why I did it, they assumed it was just one of those gags that mum and dad played and laughed long.

So it was with amazement that I looked at her when one day, coming back from dropping the kids at the movies, that she actually made the turn. She looked both excited and panicked at the same time as she quickly tried to explain what she was doing. I was expecting some kind of story about just once wanting to see what was at the end of the road. A spur of the moment, lets get crazy kind of thing. Instead she explained how she had been thinking about doing this for some time, how she’d been down here the day before by herself to scope things out and about how she wanted to watch a bunch of guys masturbate to the sight of her naked.

What I’d like [voyeur][MMMF][cuck]

I don’t understand why it excites me. We have what I’d call, at best, a vanilla sex life. When it happens. We don’t sext each other. You’re not really into dirty talk. You’ve got a few erotic novels, but it would be a stretch to call them “porn”. There’s some toys gathering dust. The rest of our lives take all our time; work, kids, just living takes everything out of us. Perhaps it’s because of the unlikeliness of it? Perhaps it’s the distance from our everyday world?

Also, I’m an insanely jealous guy. When we briefly split decades ago, for the only time in my life I was brought to the point where I was ready to physically hurt another guy, multiple times, because of how he and you acted. I can’t stand the thought of another guy being by your side. Of someone else having you. It ignites a rage in me that I can’t rationally understand or control and that amplifies the frustration I feel in relation to it.

Busted wanking by wife [mast][MF][gay, a bit] – Part 2

I sat back down and took my semi erect cock in my hand, not too sure where this was going, keeping an eye out for exactly what my wife was doing. Waiting for some kind of wrath to be unleashed. But it didn’t come. She slowly moved up beside my chair, her eyes locked on to the gay porn on screen. One hand was still rubbing a breast through her dress, the other had now lifted up her maxi dress and was now making its way into her pants. My mind had completely flipped from the hard cocks on screen to the sight of my wife now mastirbating. Once she was standing beside me, I could smell she’d been drinking; one of the few ways she can really drop her guard and often gets very horny.

I started tugging at my cock again, alternating between watching porn and watching my wife’s motions. The hand she had down her pants was working harder and harder with each stroke, as if her inhibitions were lowering exponentially as she rubbed her clit. Eventually she looked down at my cock, not making eye contact with me but just locked onto my hand stroking my shaft. With pride I pushed my cock a little harder, making sure a good amount of length was being presented to her for viewing with each stroke. Imagining her lusting after my dick. That it was my cock she was fantasising about having inside her, filling her up.

Busted wanking by wife [mast][MF][gay, a bit] – Part 1

So there’s that line that’s always used when someone gets caught doing something risky, usually sexually related like cheating on a partner, that they wanted to get caught. They pushed things too far and took too many risks but were half expecting to get busted and that was kind of what they wanted. I can assure you, in this instance I had no intention of getting caught, ever.

I’ll put my hand up and say that having a marriage with almost no sex in it for a long time has driven me deeper and deeper into some of the kinkier parts of the internet. I’ve fantasised about a ton of different things; some kinky, some super straight, many or most involving my wife. I think it’s kept me sane AND I’ve never acted out on any of the fantasies or even been temped too; that feels like a line too far to cross. Something I often come back to is gay, guy on guy (on guy) porn. Don’t know what it is but once or twice a year I get an urge to watch some gay porn and masturbate to it. It *scratches an itch* so to speak and then I’m not interested anymore.

Theatre wank [M][mast][exh]

For such a big city it was odd that there were no adult bookstores or arcades. Shitty internet in the Air BnB, nothing would stream. I needed to blow a load and my repeated solo wanks in the bathroom had grown boring.

One theatre showing porn, that was it, in the whole city. It was written up as a bit of a cruising spot, but only late night once the parade of tourists had quietened down out the front and some anonymity could be maintained. Not that I was looking for company.

Waited until at least close to dusk. Odd setup. Old style movie theatre foyer, ticket booth, like they were trying to legitimise the venue. The large “XXXX” signs out the front kind of gave it away, not to mention the sounds of on screen fucking coming from behind the curtains to the stalls. Bought my ticket from the disinterested staff member watching football on his phone and went in.

Stuck to the back rows as advised by the blogs that had reviewed the place. Plenty of space between the rows so no need to bother anyone as I shuffle past. More to the point, those that had their cocks out were happy to display their hardons to all who would take a look.

A family vacation thank you [MF]

First off, let me start of by saying that the when you walked into the restaurant I fell in love with those tits. The heat in Rome was obscene. Everyone was dressed down to survive and your low cut top that must have skirted your areola left little to the imagination and despite your best attempts to cover them, your rock hard nipples when you sat under the aircon vent could have been used to dial a phone.

I think I got away with staring; your husband was arguing with your kids too much to notice me and my wife had her head in the wine list. Luckily our accents gave us away as fellow countrymen and even luckier that your spouses worked in the same industry, otherwise we’d never have started talking and they’d never have been so engrossed in shop talk to see us flirt. Of course I say flirt but we’d both been so long in our relationships that longer than average eye contact constituted a hot connection for both of us.