That time my hippie friend cuddle-fucked me! [MF]

****Hey Reddit! It’s time for another story of my past. Thanks for all the love you’ve been giving me so far, it makes me want to keep writing.***

***Warning: this story contains a FEW references to a woman who is hairy. If that’s not your thing, don’t read it. It’s really not a big part of the story but it IS there***

*As usual, this is 100% true. I may have told it in a dramatic way, but it’s exactly as it happened*

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“You need to get things off your mind for a while, and I want you to check out this new show I’ve been watching. We should hang out tonight.”

Sarah did have a point. It had been a rough week for me with my now-ex girlfriend breaking up with me on Wednesday. Now it was Saturday, and I was still feeling really down.

“Okay, come on over when you’re ready and we’ll drink beers and watch your show.”, I half-heartedly agreed. I liked Sarah, but I really wasn’t in the mood to watch some TV show she found. I guessed having some company would be better than being alone though.

That time my co-worker needed dick during a shift. [MF]

*Here’s one from my service industry days. How I miss them! As usual, it’s probably a bit long-winded, but 100% true.*

The Wednesday night closing shift at (insert generic American chain restaurant here) started as usual: me running late.

As I rushed in the front door of the restaurant at 4:12pm or so, I noticed my friend (we’ll call her Angela) standing just next to the host stand smiling at me.

Angela was a short, petite brunette with a pixie cut, pale skin and somewhat of an alt-girl look. Small gauges adorned her ears and an eyebrow piercing sat just above her left eye. Not usually the type of girl I would have been into.. but her forward flirting, slim frame, tight ass and small breasts spoke to me on a primal level. I wanted her, but I didn’t know whether she felt the same so I had been playing it cool.

As she opened her mouth to speak, I held up my hand. “I know, I know!”

“You’re late!”, she said with a smirk spreading across her lips.

“Fuck you! You’re not the boss of me!”, I retorted as I slid past her, headed for the back line to beg the manager for forgiveness.

That time I shared my ex-wife for the first time. [MFM]

*Disclaimer: this story is longer than many posted here, but I felt the need to add all the details and build up, since it’s a very real story and I remember it all very well. I’ve tried not to embellish too much, just tell the story as I remember it.*

This story takes place several years ago, but it still stands out as one of the hottest experiences I’ve ever had. It was also my (36m) first time sharing my ex-wife (30f) with another man (26m).

For reference, my wife at the time (we’ll call her L) was an average height, petite girl with medium C-cups and long curly dark hair that fell to just above her nice, round ass. She loved wearing revealing clothes and teasing just about every guy she met, but for the most part she was fairly inexperienced in real life sexual encounters beyond standard vanilla sex and some mild bondage scenarios.

We had been discussing swinging and threesomes for several months, but had always come up short of actually acting on anything because L wanted her first time with non-monogamy to be with someone she knew and trusted rather than a random hookup. This suited me fine, because I also had a long-standing fantasy of sharing her with one of my friends, so I began to hatch a plan.