[FF][first time] [oral] [foreplay] The time I gave a woman her first FF orgasm

This past St Patty’s day was one for the books!

I was very excited as I made plans with a new friend, Jen, a frequent shopper at my work.

When we met I had noticed Jen was awfully flirty with me, and often checked me out when she stopped in. It wasn’t until I saw her on a local dating app that I thought maybe I should try my shot, and not only was she down – she planned everything.

She invited me over to a condo she rented at a local resort. I joked when I arrived that we had worn the same outfit – as we both had on jeans and black crop tops. But our outfits and gender identity is where the similarities ended. She came in at 4’10, which means I had a solid 10 inches on her, with her eyes about the same height as my nipples. She had a tight waist, much larger breasts than mine, and a round and juicy booty l. I kept imagining rubbing my hands over it.

[FM] [oral] [public] [hotwife] The time I [F35] got my pussy eaten in the back of a Tesla

In my quest to become a sexually satisfied hotwife, I felt it was time to get my pussy eaten right and proper.
And then I met Ethan. We mutually swiped on each other the previous week, and in chat he not only bragged about his cunniligus skills, but also his desire to have his mouth used by a “beautiful pussy”. This, along with his good looks intrigued me enough to meet for coffee.

So, we met at a quiet spot of my choice.
I wore a low-cut black top, and a tight green skirt with a zippered slit all the way up the thigh.
He was tall. At 6’4, I had to stand on my tip toes to properly hug him. He had salt and pepper hair with matching facial scruff, hazel eyes, and a deep gravelly voice. Juuust my type, I thought as we sat down with coffee to chat.

It was probably about ten minutes into our conversation that I had decided he would do just fine, and I might as well take his mouth for a ride. I kept imagining how his dark facial scruff would feel against the inside of my thighs.

[MF] [BDSM] [Spanking] Discovering BDSM at Burning Man Pt. 1

Looking back on the sexually deviant moments in my life, there’s one in particular I love to pull from the drawer of my memories because it was one of the first times I understood how deliciously surprising it could be to test your sexual boundaries. People like to say, “you never forget your first,” in reference to sexual partners. And that may be true, but I’d rather argue you never forget your first true exposure to the carnal pleasures of others. I know I never forgot mine.

I must say before I continue, and I know other Burners can attest to this, but a kind of magic happens at group events like Burning Man, something in the air that really draws out the carnal desire in the attendees, even the most reserved or the least experienced.

[FF][married] Secret Hookup with Husband’s Best Friend’s Wife Part 2

Thank you all for your patience with my story. This is my first time sharing it!

So where was I? Oh yes, so there I was in a fancy hotel room all but naked under a terry cloth robe, mouthfucking my husband’s bestie’s wife’s pussy. I was clapping my hand over her plump little mouth to muffle her screams so no one would hear what I was doing to her. She didn’t seem to care, as she had reached that point in carnal pleasure (I know Ive been there) where she had lost all inhibition, and all that was left was an animalistic woman, ready to cum for me again, the moment I told her to. I hardly recognized her. It was so fucking hot.

After I had made her cum back to back four times, I left her woozy lying back on the bed. I climbed on top of her, pinching her nipples to get her attention. “You never answered my question,” I said smiling down at her, “Have you ever eaten pussy?”

[FF] [married] Secret hookup with my husband’s best friend’s wife!

This was four years ago, and my slutty little bisexual brain has been thinking about it ever since!

My husband, his best friend, and his hot little wife all went out for a night on the town a while back. We had all gone to a Celebration Of life/Memorial earlier that day of an dear mutual friend and had decided to all tie one off together in her honor. Many shots were shared, as well as memories and tears. I don’t know if any other redditors can attest to this, but there’s something about grieving that can really bring out one’s carnal energy if you will.

To premise, I’ve always had a sexual attraction to my husband’s best friend’s wife. She’s gorgeous with long strawberry blonde hair, tight waist, and large tits like me. We would shower together in public saunas on vacation and I ALWAYS would sneak a peak when she was lathering up…

Anyway back to the story. The four of us proceed to get absolutely hammered, and at one point I started to get a little woozy. I asked my husband if we could all go back to our room so I could relax for a bit. My husband and his bestie were on one tho, and were not ready to end the party. So his wife offered to walk with me back to the hotel.