We almost did it: threesome at the club [m][f][m]

Hubby and I went to a lifestyle club last night, honestly to just watch. Not to hook up. Well, we ended up running into not just someone we both knew, but someone I taught with. (Former school teacher. )

We hung out all night, and had great convo and I just, on a whim, asked hubby what he thought about things progressing. He said he wasn’t opposed, but wasn’t seeing any signals. This is when I let him know that this is the guy that once sent me a dick pic, and had had propositioned me multiple times.

Well, he pulled my bra down and positioned my tits out of my dress, as we waited on the water my former coworker was getting us. To push things along…potentially.

When he returned, he looked down and I could see he was impressed with my DDs. He finally asked hubby if we could take him for a tour of the back rooms. (It’s an on-site club, and no single males were allowed back to the rooms.)

We all went, and I told him about the Sybian experience a few weeks back. He was telling hubby and i how long he had fantasized of me, and hubby finally said…let’s dip into a room. He agreed. Yes!!!!

Sex on the Beach, x2. South Padre 1992. [F][m][f] [cheating]

Spring Break. 1993. South Padre Island. Well hung bf/fwb had showed up to go with me, and we were there with 8 other people. We had money for gas and food…but not lodging. We drank. A LOT. Sun up, sun down. And I flashed, a lot. Well, one particular post Matamorras trip, we found a quiet area of the beach to park and put our tents up. While we were getting stuff set up, we noticed a fire in the distance so, I headed toward it.

Typical beach party. Drinking. Talking. Bonfire. Good times. And then I noticed the distinct smell of weed coming from a truck parked a little off from the group. Well, I sauntered myself over and knocked on the trucks window. Batted my eyes at them, and they happily let me in.

151 shots. Oouch. But I hung just fine. Shot, toke, pipe, shot. I was floating but…in control. (And no, this isn’t somewhere to interject consent commentary. I had a good idea of what was going to happen when I got in.) Well, sorta.

BF couldn’t handle me so frenemy did. [M][F] [cheating]

When I was 18 I was seeing this really sweet guy but…he just couldn’t get me to orgasm. I usually had to take care of things myself afterwards. Well, this particular time he left me soooooo close, I could have cried. Worst case of female blue balls ever. About 15 minutes after they started, I seriously thought I was gonna vomit. So, being resourceful, I excused myself to the same room he had fucked me in, and I was gonna get myself off. I stripped and got on the bed, wasting no time to get my fingers on my clit.
Unfortunately, I neglected to lock the door, and about 5 minutes in, I heard a distinct whistle. I froze, looked up, and noticed I had an audience. Chris. My ex’s, and future husband’s, best friend. We, however, were NOT chummy. But at the time, I guess he saw the desperation in my eyes. He walked toward me, and leaned into kiss me.

I relaxed, and asked him to keep it above the waist. Little did I know…Chris was a master dirty talker. So while I intended to just let him fondle my breasts, he began telling me what a little fucking whore I Was. I came almost instantly, and when I did, he kept talking.

A more recent confession: sybian w an audience. [F]

Ok, so 99% of my writings happened forever ago. I’m old now but…my hubs and I have a fantastic sex life. We’ve been miserably failing at putting together a mfm threesome. In the midst of that journey, I realized that 3 men sounded more appealing. But even so, either combo sounds hot!

With no real prospects, we ended up at a sex club that actually had a SYBIAN!!! You could use it, and between uses they completely scrub it down. Even so, I wanted to try first so I did!

Even before then, the whole scene was super erotic. Lots of sex and making out, topless women. Just hot hot hot! (And, there was a good chance of the elusive threesome. We had talked to a friend and he was gonna come see us after club: the night was gonna be fun.)

Full disclosure, I knew there was a Sybian on site. I elected to take a benzo to calm my nerves because I was soooooooo scared. Anywho, Sybian time…

I traded in my engagement ring for a weekend of raw sex [f] [m] [cheating]

I was previously engaged to another man. We were actually fairly close to getting married, until I was…well, you’ll see.

I had said yes. I was gonna quit school, and move overseas with this guy. All planned out. He sent a mutual friend of ours, Kevin, to kinda facilitate the move back home. Which was fine. Kevin was cool, and he was fun to drink with. And he drank expensive stuff.

So, he showed up and we made an immediate executive decision that no work would be done until the next day. We went shopping and bought stuff for random shots, and he got a bottle of Crown, plus a bottle of champagne.

So…we sat. And drank. And I smoked his foreign cigarettes. And he flirted, per the norm but…nothing new there. He eventually asked if I wanted to go to a titty bar and I was like…well, I’ve never been. Why not?

Instant bar slut: just add beer [f][m]

So, I found myself back home for summer after my sophomore year of school. It was fine. Fresh off of a break up. Id been a pretty good girl. Faithful and all that. A girlfriend invited me to this bar in Dallas…Across the Street Bar? 5 dollar cover, quarter pitchers. Sure…why not? So we hung out for the night…started out at a bar on Greenville called Fishbowl. A few Cuba Libres to prep for the bad beer and off we went.

It was cool. Beer was cheap. Lots of guys. Probably by 11 I was good and buzzed. On my 20th trip to the bathroom I met Collin. Collin smelled of Drakkar and Crown Royal…and that was pretty delicious to me. He chatted at me while we waited by the respective bathrooms. I told him it costs to chat for much longer, totally kidding. He offered me a drink, and I said sure…he, slickly, said it costs for a drink. I guess it made me pause, and when he saw my guard drop, he kissed me. And it was nice.

18 yr old freshman seduces his tutor [FM]

So my senior year, I decided to earn a few bucks by tutoring English 1301 students. It can be a challenging class for some, and is often used as a weed out class so…it seemed like easy money. Plus, I had a 4.0 over 12 hours of English classes. Anyway, it was mostly literally teaching freshman how to write. I got hit on a lot but for the most part blew it off. There was one time though…well, one student…

I was at the bar w friends, Friday afternoon having a few drinks. Nothing serious, just a few cocktails. And I remembered…crap. I have a session w Davis. So I tore out of there and made it, a little late, and a little buzzed.
I had helped him all year. He was a math whiz. But writing was NOT his strongest ability. Not my type either. Just plain and mousey.

I almost got banned fro[m] Six [F]lags

Ok. Not one of my prouder moments and it’ll probably make some of you mad but…it is what it is.
When I was in high school, I had a Six Flags season pass all 4 years. One year, late summer…I (per the norm) met a guy and hung out with him all day. We progressed through the day from holding hands, to kissing, to passionately kissing. Toward the evening, he suggested that we ride The Cave. At the time The Cave was a dark ride. A boat that floated through a chilly waterway…fantastic for cooling off, or making out.
You sat in a row on a bench, straddling it.
Anyway, we got alone, and as it was later in the day they let us ride. As soon as the ride entered the dark cave, his lips hit my neck. Within seconds, his hands were up my shirt and under my bra. My tits were in his hands and he was fantastic at what he was doing. I took one hand off of a breast, and guided it to my thighs, opening widely for him. He immediately started rubbing my very wet pussy but…alas, I got carried away and the ride ended. So, we exit, run all the way around the ride, get back in line and…again we board. This time I made it more clear. I slid my panties off and put them in my purse spreading wide. He worked his hands around and began to finger fuck me right there. Fuck he was hot! I came 3 times on the ride but…I knew my ride home would be there soon. I led him by the hand after to an area where no one ever goes. It was the last bastion of what was left over from skull Island, according to a friend’s parent but..in any case, no one ever went there. I quickly ran w him following, and as soon as we were there, I bent over and pulled my skirt up, leaning over a bench making it known what I wanted. He proceeded to pound the crap outta me right there. He reached under and strummed my clit…omg he was amazing, but after 3-4 minutes I was afraid we’d get caught. So, I readjusted had him sit next to me and began stroking him off. As soon as he came, Six Flags security completely caught us.
He sprinted off, and I just froze. Really jerk move to leave me but, he was off like a world class sprinter and at least safe.
They took me to the security office in front. I didn’t have his number or anything, so I knew he would be ok…and I immediately cooked up a story. (Dont hate me.)
I was interviewed by security at their office and threatened with losing my season pass. I cried and went into hysterics and basically told them he was older and I felt threatened, so I jacked him off to get him to quit stalking me. I also gave them a completely made up description.
They immediately went from accusatory to pity, and i played it well.
They agreed to let me go and not contact my parents, after counseling me over the dangers present in the park…lol.
I lived. We ended up hooking up later because he did have my number. Yes, its HORRIBLE to accuse guys of things they didn’t do and had we both been there I would have accepted my consequences but…everything turned out for the best.

College years: my bff’s younger bro [m] [f]

So, I could call this many things. Still my freshman year. I was dating a nice guy. Attractive, working, treated me well. I had to run home to pick up some documents and clothes…stuff like that. Well, anywho…I had some CDs and personal stuff I had left at my then bff’s so, on the way out of town, I thought I’d swing by and grab em. (No I didn’t call. No cell phone in the early 90s.)
Anyway, her car was there so, I pulled up and, because we were so tight, as usual, I just walked on in. Complete silence. I called out…nothing. well, I went to her room, and grabbed the CDs…plus a few extra…and went to the laundry room to grab my clothes. She said they were in a small basket so…off I went.
Well, when I got back there, I noticed a slight noise, like someone had really loud music on, with headphones. Her brothers room was in the garage. I guess he skipped that day. He was a junior (and yes, before I go on, had reached the age of consent. Plus, honestly, quite a male slut if even half the stories were true. Anyways….)

College slut years [M] [f]

So, I dated a lot my freshman year. I was actually fairly selective about who I slept with. I ended almost every date w a handjob, because it meant they’d stop pestering me for sex but still…I was keeping my legs together. Until Will. Will was quiet. Unassuming. Bad at conversation. It was not a great date, so when it ended early I was thankful. We were in his apartment, and I was going to drive home, and out of nowhere…he kissed me. Ill admit, it was surprising. Almost toe curling. Like, I was genuinely blown away at how well he kissed me. I decided ok, great kisser…definitely worth a handjob, but…that’s it. So, I came up for air, and grabbed his cargo shorts, gently sliding them down, and then casually fished his cock out.

Oh. My. Gosh. It was not particularly long. Maybe..MAYBE…6 inches. But it was as thick as a damn can of coke. Like, I could barely fit my hand around it. Admittedly, my hands are small but…as soon as I realized what I was dealing with, everything changed.
Will went from quiet and unassuming to very take charge and alpha. He melted me with a glance and told me to undress, and I did. He was so polite earlier, but all that was gone. I slipped my top and bra off, and he reached over, roughly pinching my nipples and grunted out “nice fucking tits.”