Not-quite-but-basically fucking Chani during the lunch break. [MF] (long)

I met Chani (this is in fact her real name, or at least a short form of it) at a week-long course I was taking at a Convention Centre/Hotel in Toronto. She’s a pretty, vivacious, talkative woman of East Indian descent, with glossyblack hair, short, and slender but with bodacious curves, if that makes any sense. Her skin is the colour of strong black tea with just a little milk, which makes her teeth and lips stand out when she laughs (which is often) and her eyes bright and intense when she looks at you. She is somewhere in her mid to late 30s, I would guess. She’s smart and experienced in her field – we are in an MBA program together and she is always on the ball with group work.

I watched my wife swallow a stranger’s cum [MF]

This has been on my mind for a while. It’s a true story, although only as accurate as memory filtered through the haze of lust and booze at the time. My wife and I had a pretty good sex life – she had always loved anal sex, as did I, although I never got as many blowjobs as I liked. We had discussed some fantasies – she fantasized about a threesome with two guys and getting DPd, and also about watching other people have sex. This all happened more than ten years ago – probably more like twelve.

So after a long period of discussion and some false starts, we made up our minds to go to Oasis Aqualounge in Toronto (it’s on google if you want to see pictures of it – I won’t spend a lot of time on descriptions) – in fact we came down especially for that (we told other people that it was a romantic weekend getaway).

I’ll skip a lot of the preparations etc (I shaved her pussy), but we did have a few drinks and might have smoked some pot first. In our discussions leading up to this (this was a big step for her) we had agreed that we would watch, we might have sex with each other, but no swapping. This was totally fine with me.

Astrid was shy. Sandra was not. [FFM]

When I was about 25, I used to live in Berlin. There was a swinger’s club (Zwanglos on Gneisenaustrasse) that I walked by most days on my way home from work (they are very open about this stuff in Germany), and I always wondered what it was like inside (seedy, weird, kitschy?) and also was often horny. One evening I was passing by and stopped to look at the front door, trying to work up the nerve to go in but also wondering if I would have any fun without a partner along. A girl stopped next to me (a total stranger) and said something like “I’ve always wondered what goes on in there.” I said ‘Me too. It’s a couples club but I’m not in a couple.” “Neither am I. Should we go have a look?”

Now, seriously, I was not stoned or drunk or anything at the time, but I could barely believe my ears. The girl was very cute, about my age, short, dark-haired and skinny. She didn’t seem crazy or high – but she had just invited me to go into a sex club with her. I introduced myself and she told me that her name was Sandra, she was single, not a virgin, and tired of not having the guts to do crazy stuff on the spur of the moment.