Author: Hartoharrs

My Wife Celebrated Our Marriage Like a Whore [MF]

After our impromptu and reckless courthouse marriage, my (new) wife Alicia and I celebrated by going out clubbing. We hit a couple of spots downtown, and ended up in a packed nightclub. When I say packed, I mean that the place was a basement stacked with bodies: Hot, sweaty, barely any room to move without running into somebody else. The music was crazy, the DJ was lit, the vibes were great.

Needless to say, my (sexy, nasty) wife got overheated and decided to remove her top, so that she was just in her short shorts and a lacy bra. We danced and drank, taking shots and grinding on each other. She would bend over and twerk against my cock, and we’d make out, celebrating newfound marital bliss.

Then she decided to tease me. She started dancing with a chick nearby who was tall (at least six feet), blonde, half naked and covered in tattoos. Alicia and this stranger started grinding up against each other, twerking, whispering in each other’s ear — the whole nine. When I moved to dance with Alicia, she’d playfully push me away, roll her eyes and say: “I’m busy.”

On one hand it annoyed me. Read more »

Steak & Blowjob Day [MF]

When I was 20, I dated a woman who was…lets say, enthusiastic about giving head. On March 14th, she invited me over to her place to celebrate “Steak & Blowjob Day.” We heard of the “holiday” because we sometimes watched porn together while we fucked, and she wanted to repay me for giving her a thoughtful, fun and romantic Valentines Day.

A little about her — Jordan was petite, in great shape, gorgeous and cute, with a nice ass and a mischevious streak of showing off her incredible cleavage. She liked to brag to me that she had D Cups, and to this day some of my homies give me grief about breaking up with her.

Jordan gave me a beer while she finished frying up the filet. When she was done cooking, she had me sit at the dining table and placed a slab of medium rare steak, garnished with a melting slab of butter and a mound of mash as a side. She removed her sweatpants and sweatshirt to reveal the lacy red bra and matching thong she was wearing underneath. Read more »

The First Time We Fucked, She Said… [MF]

I met my girl toward the tail end of the university. When we first hooked up, it was on the floor of her apartment, on a futon cushion that we spread out. She cums easy and I last long, so I had already finished her off twice before I felt like I couldn’t last longer.

I’ll never forget the look she gave me, writhing on the floor: “You can jerk off on my stomach. Most guys do that.”

She immediately got embarassed and told me: “Its not like I fucked that many guys.” Even then, this admission immediately turned me on.

I assured her it was ok, I didn’t care how many guys she fucked. I pulled out and jerked my dick til it splashed ropes of hot cum across her abdomen, just as she had instructed.

To this day, that admittance still turns me on — the thought of her past hook ups (Many of who I know personally) dribbling puddles of baby batter on her tummy. Or the thought of them overshooting their mark, grazing her nipples or chin with cum. Her giggling, flushed and sweaty as she reached for the nearest cumrag to clean her body.

He Taught Her to Give Lap Dances [MF]

Something my girl wowed me with early on in our dating history was how publically and eagerly she’d give me lap dances. At parties in college, when we barely knew one another, she’d shake her ass for me in a skintight mini-dress and grind on my lap while I was sitting. She’d do this in full view of other guests, mind you.

Eventually she admitted to me that this was something she picked up from her ex, who encouraged her to give him lap dances as foreplay. He’d pick the songs, and tell her to dance on him like a stripper. He frequented strip clubs, apparently, and liked to bring that experience home by using her. She was jealous, but game. She had a lingerie collection she’d wear for him: babydolls, garters, lacy thongs. Sometimes he’d ask her to give him lapdances in front of his homies at house parties or clubs. She said that she was initially shy about this.

He also liked to take her home after a night out (He liked her in high heels, crop top showing off her tight midriff, short shorts hiked up to expose the curve of her ass cheeks) and have her dance on him in his bedroom. Read more »

My Wife Loves Deranged Dirty Talk [MF]

We got home from a night out and ended up sprawled in bed. She had been wearing a cropped tank top and jeans, and I let her know how much attention she’d been getting from other men. My wife loves to play cocky, so she smirked at me and said, “I know.” Which, to be honest, is a huge turn on. There’s nothing sexier than women who are confident and sure of themselves.

“You know? Did you see a lot of guys looking at you?”

“I noticed.”

“Is that why you got all dressed up tonight? To look good for other men? Let them stare at your fat ass?”

“Shut up.”

By this point, we were getting undressed. My wife almost always exclusively wears thongs. She began to peel my boxers off.

“Do you want me to suck your dick?” She asked.

She licked the length of my cock, took me in her mouth. She positioned her Calvin Klein-pantied crotch over my leg, and began to rub herself off against my shin while giving me head.

“You’re good at that,” I teased. “I bet you got a lot of practice.” Read more »

Her Roommate’s Dad Heard the Whole Thing [MF]

One of my girlfriends, Carrie, lived in a shitty, off-campus flat that she shared with three other women, all of them in their early twenties. Carrie was, in a word, badass — she was blunt in manner and carried herself with a “I don’t give a fuck” attitude. Brunette hair, a narrow waist but an impossibly fat ass.

The apartment was a mess — always trashed, always dirty, always with dishes in the sink, beer cans overflowing out of trash bins. I didn’t have a place to stay at the time, so I ended up crashing for a couple nights with Carrie. That weekend we were gonna have a Saturday night to ourselves. Her roommates would be out at the bars and house parties, so we’d presumably have full run of the flat.

Unfortunately, our plans didn’t quite work out that way.

One of Carrie’s roommates, Hannah, had her Dad staying over for the night. And while the girls climbed into Ubers to be chauffeured around the usual route of sports bars and tequila specials, Hannah’s dad would be staying home with us. So much for that. Read more »