[MF] Freshly waxed heavy balls

I just got done waxing all my fun bits for the first time in a long time, and I haven’t been especially horny lately (relatively speaking, because I’m always horny), and it reminded me of the first time I had someone else wax me.

Now, to be clear, this isn’t a porno. We didn’t fuck like porn stars after she was impressed by my magnificent wang. She hurt me, and nothing on earth could have turned me on less at the time. She was a reasonably attractive south Asian woman, but after that pain, I just wanted to go soak in the bath and softly weep.

I took to complaining to some of my female friends about it because they had encouraged me to get it done. Apparently it became a hilarious story to pass around, and I ended up having quite a few women I wasn’t close to.give me grief about it. Thanks, friends.

Drinking too much was almost bad… and then it was pretty great (mff, non-monogamous)

You all know that we live in an era where consent is finally talked about and important, and that people who are under the influence can’t give consent. I actually love that this is the new standard. I hate when people brag about “getting her/him drunk” like it was some conquest to be proud if. Fucking creepy and rape-y.

That said, getting drunk and fooling around us fun, right? Even when it’s a newer relationship. Finding that line between ok and not ok can be more work than fun sometimes, which can be a bummer, but at least no one walks away feeling violated. We all do our best, right? Right.

Back in the day (20+ years ago for me), I had a very social girlfriend. I say girlfriend, but really she was “really cool, cute girl who stalked me and told me I was her girlfriend, and though I really didn’t want one, I went along with it because enthusiastic blowjobs.” She had a lot of friends and was a sweetheart. Many of her friends were sweet ladies, too. My guy friends and I minded our Ps and Qs around them and definitely did not disrespect them. Lots of fun socializing happened that us knuckle-dragging hornballs would never have otherwise been a part of.

Sunday morning memories of Sunday mornings past

I’m sitting here, awake early, thinking about pre-covid fun (and watching videos of some of it, haha… no, not posting, I like my life to stay safe!) As I’ve mentioned, I’m in a truly open marriage. A big part of that is communication and honesty, as those of you who know understand. Beyond that, for us, my wife always gets a thrill out of setting me up with women, especially since I’m not one to hit on anyone. I like slow builds, authenticity, and not feeling like a predator. I’m a beast of a lover already; I don’t want to manipulate someone into bed like some people seem apt to do. I enjoy intentional conversations about wants and needs.

So, part of what has worked for us is that she tends to lay the groundwork with people she knows I would click with, and while we have had some missteps, there have been some really great lovers come out of this. One of those is someone I haven’t seen since pre-covid times, but my cock is remembering fondly today. Melissa was a post graduate student at our local state school, and she approached my wife on her kinky account about wanting to have sex with us.

Helping a friend through her breakup (MFFM)

So, I’m married to a sexy, curvy woman. We have always been open, and we generally have friends and “naughty friends.” Those two groups rarely cross, but in this one instance, they definitely did. Well, they always had. I’ve been friends with Lauren for 15 or 16 years. She was married to someone I’m friendly with (and whose brothers and their wives are close friends of mine) for 10 years. They have a young child together.

When they divorced, she decided to try being non- monogamous after having been interested for years in our (secret to everyone else) lifestyle. We talked about honesty, emotional honesty, compersion, and NRE. Lauren took to it well and dated a fair bit, but was picky. I got many late night phone calls after dates she didn’t want to take further. Those calls always ended with her sexy little pussy well used, and her couch and bed soaked with her juices. Often, hers and my wife’s. I digress.

The first time I enjoyed CNC (MF)

This has been a cautiously navigated rabbit hole, for sure, and one that I never expected to enjoy as much as I do. I’m writing this up because my good slut has opened up to me about how much she needs and craves being used with no option for her to stop, and that she feels safe exploring that with me. I’m reminded of the first time I ever felt ok with going there with someone, so here it is.

Kim was a cook and a restaurant manager. I met her through an old friend who ended up owning a handful of restaurants. He and I got through college together making a lot of money serving a lot of food. I got away from that, but my buddy doubled down. He got into a sticky situation with one restaurant he’d taken over and had to gut the shady staff. He asked me to come help out with a few dinner rushes for a couple weeks while he hired new staff. I did, and Kim was his trusted manager.