A favorite story from the beginning of my 34 [M] sex life with my wife 32 [F]

So, my wife and I started out as work friends for years and years. Secretly, we were both crushing on each other hard. The only problem? We were both married.

Long story short, we eventually confessed our feelings to each other and it wasn’t long before I was getting her sweet, sweet pussy.

The first time we ever fucked, I wasn’t sure where I should cum. She insisted I unload inside her pussy. She had an IUD.

Once we started fucking, I had no idea if she was still fucking her (now ex) husband, and I didn’t ever ask her in those early days.

One day, we were doing our thing in her office. She was sitting on her desk and we were making out. I reached up her skirt and started to rub her soaked twat over her panties. I could tell she was aching for satisfaction, so I pulled her panties off. She spread her legs and my hand went to her clit.

Then she did this weird thing. She kinda grabbed my head and pulled up, like she had anticipated that I might go down on her and she didn’t want me to do that.

The time I 22 [M] shot jizz like Old Faithful with my best friend’s ex girlfriend 23 [F]

All of this happened all the way back in 2008. Looking back, I wouldn’t have done what I am about to tell you about. At the time, I couldn’t help but go for it with this girl, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t jerked off for years thinking about this encounter. I hope you won’t judge me too harshly. I was one horny fucking college student. Here goes (names are changed for privacy).

I heard about Becca the first day of rush in our freshman year. Everybody knew about her. She was talked about by every girl and every guy anywhere near the Greek system. The girls wanted to be her, and every guy wanted to be with her. I even overheard a gay couple I was friends with say, “we might both be totally gay, but we would at least try pussy out if she wanted to let us.”

Something unique: sexy times and a[f]tercare of [m]y wife

Gentlemen, don’t forget about aftercare!

Last night, my wife and I were watching some HBOMax in bed and snuggling. Hands started to roam, things got heated, petting got heavy. Long story short, she got on top of me and rode my dick like a champ until we both got off together. But then something magical happened.

I pulled her down to me and kissed her deeply and held her in a loving embrace with my cock and the giant load I had just blown still inside her. I held her and worked my way down her neck to her shoulders savoring the moment after our mutual orgasm. I worked my way back up, all while still holding her close to me and whispered that I love her into her ear.

She rolled off of me and turned around to be the little spoon. I nuzzled up to her backside and returned my arms to their place wrapped around her. And we just cuddled and didn’t say a word, but you could feel all the love, physically and emotionally, radiating back and forth between us. She made these little sounds of delight.

Hookup I met on Craigslist made me finally accept my bisexuality [MM]

So, back in 2013, I had already had some experiences with other guys. I’d jerked off with another guy, and I even sucked a guy with his wife in a really sexy threesome(which I plan to write a story for at some point). But, despite all of this, I wasn’t sure if I was truly bisexual yet. I hadn’t enjoyed it to a level that really made me want to take the title yet. But I kept occasionally looking, periodically jerking off to guys, and thinking that I’d try it again, IF the right guy came along.

In those days, Craigslist was still very much a thing. Sure, it was filled with sketchy people in search of nefarious and depraved sex, but it also had really fun and sexy people sprinkled in.

I had been horny to play with a guy for a few days, and I would peruse the site daily. Mostly, it was the same nasty guys posting daily. I think it’s safe to say that most of them were also looking to feed their drug habits. Some seemed legit, but were not looking for what I was looking for. Until I found Lucas’s post.

Ode to a Smell [MF]

I walk inside the bathroom door, our bathroom door, in the home that we share together. We dreamt of owning a home together, and this door and this room belong to us. I head past the sink and the mirror and approach the toilet. I pull the front of my workout shorts down. I pull my cock out. I slowly pull my foreskin down. Seemingly out of nowhere, I am reminded of you.
The soft and warm, spring flower smell of your vulva drifts up like spires on medieval gothic churches to my nose. The olfactory essence of your femininity has become part of the way I smell. And I remember why this is so.

I think of the warm drops of sweat bubbling on your skin as our tongues dance and intertwine like soft Spring grass blowing in the wind on a sunny day. I think of the soft moans you make as I slowly thrust all the way in and out of you and you feel the head of my dick rub the inside of your body. I think of your pussy being such a rain forest that my balls are shiny from your juice. And I think of the way the smell of your womanhood will casually appear in my nose at random times during the day, while I daydream about us fucking. I think about the way you grab my face and look into my eyes as your body shudders from your orgasm and I pump all of my cum deep inside you.

A couple of secret stories about my wife [MF]

So, I’ve been wanting to talk about a couple of things from the past and my wife. I can’t talk about it with anybody in my personal life, so this seemed like the best place to share. Here goes:
My wife is, to me, the most stunningly beautiful example of the hometown milf next door. She’s got that kind of beauty and sexiness that you definitely notice immediately, but it grows and grows and grows the more you are around her. We’ve been friends for a very long time. We were friends for a long time before we ever became anything else. And we both married the wrong people first.

We started as an affair. Yeah, I know that was wrong, but it’s how we began our journey of love together. When we first started fucking, I didn’t know exactly what her situation with her first husband was like at home. Was the bedroom dead? Did she just need some dick and was using me to get what he wasn’t giving her? Then, one day, we were making out and had stripped each other naked. I started fingering her soaked wet, bright pink pussy. I sat back to admire the view as I worked her g spot gently with my finger, and out poured what was unmistakeably her husband’s cum. She can get a little creamy but this was different that I had ever seen and still haven’t seen again to this day. I didn’t say anything to her, but I became so incredibly fucking horny at the realization that she had just been fucked recently, and I was about to be her round two cock.