Author: j_icouri

My Friend’s Girlfriend [MF][MMF][Outdoors][Swinging]

*All parties are consenting and over 18*

I got invited to what was supposed to be a party, nothing big or fancy, and certainly nothing wild. A small bonfire in the yard of an old high school friend. The plan was to have a small miniature reunion of people, but I was the only one to end up showing for various reasons. I preferred it that way as it was just myself, my friend, and his girlfriend. This guy was a good person, a great friend, and a total unabashed man-whore. He had one hell of a high school reputation for sleeping around. He never did it in a mean way, he was up front with what he wanted, and polite when told no, but he definitely got around all the same.

We lit the fire in his back yard, with no fences or trees to hide us from the road, and we started drinking. It was nice getting to meet his girlfriend, we hadn’t really been keeping in touch. She was average height and a little heavy, but very pretty with a soft face and eyes, and short black hair. Best of all she was very friendly, so the conversation flowed easily. We caught up on work stories, and then personal fun stories, and even skirted around sexy reminiscing, the whole time with her flirting with both of us in turn. Read more »

Regret [MF][submission][oral]

Here’s another story from long ago. Imagined meeting between an old friend and I

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The last time we talked, I talked you into our old bad habits. Into being bad again for the sake of pleasure. I know were miles away, and I know it’s just text, but being bad is addicting. And when you caved I knew we were going to have fun, and text each other to an orgasm or two apiece. But something always comes up, and you told me you were going to take your toy for a joyride.

I wanted so bad to hear from you again, while you fucked yourself. To read your messages as you imagined what I would say. What I would do to you. I know I was in a compromising situation, but that’s what makes it fun. I wanted to send you a message about what I was imagining, about what I wanted to be doing. But you stopped responding as I imagine you were watching a video and cumming with your toy buried inside you.

So here’s what I am thinking about now. Read more »

Party fun. (Teasing, public risk)

You’re at a party, an in-and-outdoor affair and we’ve had one or two drinks apiece. My hands are all over you at every opportunity, mostly light caresses here and there, but some of them very inappropriate. Most out of clothes but some are more… exploratory. As the night goes, the touching gets bolder. Running a hand up your breast but pausing to pinch the fabric where you are poking through ever so slightly, rubbing up your thigh as I lean in to talk to you, lingering on the crotch of your pants, or better yet, unfastening the button as I lean in and tell you to leave it as it is.

We mingle further and down another drink or so before I pull you aside, away from the people. I ask you if you would change into something else, and present you with what looks like a slightly over-sized poncho. I tell I want you shirt though, and you oblige, changing in front of me. With the poncho on you realize how much it flows around your body, covering down nearly to your knees, but lifting teasingly as you move about and it flaps in the gentle breeze. Still, it counts as a top, so what is the harm, neh? Read more »

Out of the Club, into the Car [mfmf][exhibition][public][couples][first person]

We decided when we started our tour across country that we were off limits to each other. To that end, we had been good. But after spending so much time in a car together, we had devolved into open and honest conversation, spent a lot of time talking about what we liked and didn’t like, and what worked and didn’t work. We hadn’t touched each other, but we were intimate. Several stops across the country had even resulted in one of us having a late night tryst in the car while the other stood watch. We were past the point of awkward, and past the point of shy. Several hotel stops had seen us both naked around the room, carrying on as if nothing was amiss.

This stop, however, was more intense than usual. We had stopped for a couple of days in a medium sized eastern city, traveling up the coast to visit Maine before we cut across the northern side of the States. Rather than head to the hotel, we went out to one of the local clubs, figuring we should see the sights wherever we can. We found some small club towards the edge of the strip, the kind that doesn’t stand out, but is surrounded by enough night life business to always have people coming in and out, and we decided we’d try it.  Read more »