[FM][Cheating] Girls Night Out

It all started with a half-truth. Technically I wasn’t lying when I told my boyfriend Travis that it was a ‘girl’s night out, but I was omitting certain details. Primarily the ones concerning Chase. I met Chase one night when I was out on an actual girl’s night. The amount of courage it takes to approach someone in a club with loud music and flashing lights with hopes of striking up a conversation is immense, and I can respect that. Still, he offered to buy me a drink which I politely declined. Not because I didn’t think he was cute. He had on a faded pair of jeans with white sneakers that stuck out in the black lights of the club and a polo t-shirt that might as well had “Frat Boy” stamped across the front of it. He filled it out nicely though and had a confident smile framed by a chiseled jawline that could have made him perfect for a Marine poster. Now that I think about it, he would probably be irresistible in that uniform as well.

[FM] Bathtub Lessons

When my boyfriend pulled my blindfold off to reveal the warm bath, I thought it would be a relaxing night soaking in the tub. As it turned out, I was only half right.

My boyfriend Travis had a game in mind. One that would teach me patience and self-control. He helped me into the water and told me to get on all fours. The water was warm, and goosebumps ran along my naked body as I adjusted to the temperature. I got into position as I was told. The water came up nearly to my shoulders, and my nipples hung just below the surface. I waited as Travis climbed in behind me.

His hands caressed my hips, leaving warm water behind. His strong hands teased my anxious pussy as he explained the rules. “Humans are hardwired for survival. The most basic instinct we have is to breathe. Tonight, I want to make that your second most primal instinct.” He slowly pushed two fingers inside of me. I moaned.

[FM] Fucking Our Dealer

In hindsight, we should have known it was a bad idea. It’s almost laughable now to think this was going to end any other way. My boyfriend and I were short on cash, so offering Damon, our hook up, a blowjob for a sack of weed didn’t seem like a terrible idea. After all, I had blown guys before, so one more wouldn’t really matter. Right?

I stopped by Damon’s after work, and he had no idea what I was about to propose. We thought that would be best to surprise him. We had also hoped that maybe the tips I made from my shift that evening would pay for the weed instead. It wasn’t enough, so it was back to plan A.

Damon opened the door to his apartment and looked me up and down. He usually did this anyway, whether my boyfriend was with me or not. He could tell it made me a little uncomfortable, but he apparently didn’t care. Of course, considering what was about to happen, a slight glance was the least of my worries.

[FM] The Pool Party

Let me begin this one with a disclaimer, some things happen in random sexual encounters that may cross some boundaries. Even in these situations, it is important to be respectful of your partner and be able to ‘read the room’. This is not one of those stories…

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It was the start of my second year in college and for me, that meant pool parties. I was away from home and on my own and I had been taking full advantage of the situation. I’ve made friends quickly and after a breakup with my boyfriend, the party invitations never really seemed to slow down. This particular party was off campus in an nicer part of town. I rode over with some future sorority sisters and was shocked when I saw the size of the house we were going to. Luckily, I was dressed for the occasion. I wore a white two-piece bikini that contrasted my summer tanned skin perfectly. I’ll never forget the hungry stares we received as the host walked us through the house to the back patio.

Life of the Party [FMM]

I secured my V.I.P. status among the fraternities pretty early on during my first year of college. I loved the attention I was receiving, and I didn’t do anything to hide that fact.

I was standing in a group of people watching the roulette of drinking games taking place, just enjoying the music and the atmosphere. I rarely play drinking games because I am absolutely terrible at all of them. I’m a much better cheerleader. I can provide moral support much better than I can throw a ball into a red cup filled with beer. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist from behind, and the smell of cologne engulfed me. Soft lips kissed my neck, and then I felt a little nibble on the lobe of my ear. At first, I didn’t know who it was, but the rough stubble against my cheek from a short beard gave him away. It was Alex, my latest conquest. “Are you having fun?” he asked.