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I fingered a stranger to orgasm on the back of a bus [M20/F30] [anonymous] [public] [groping] [fondling]

It was an accident. Really, it was. Putting my hand on her leg? I was just trying to adjust myself, make myself less uncomfortable in the back of the packed shuttle bus, squeezed in as I was between two strangers. And when her head snapped towards me, I grimaced, bracing myself to be called out as a creep, to be slapped in the face, to be punched in the gut.

But when she grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand back down, biting her lip and blushing, I had to pretend to cough to cover my gasp.

It was a cheap airport transfer, you know the kind. Twenty bucks for door-to-door service, a price that can’t be beat when you’re like me, trying to see the world on a shoestring. What they don’t tell you is that what would be a half-hour direct drive is really a four hour jaunt all across creation. I was near first aboard, and as more and more people piled onto the shuttle, the seats filled.

By the time the woman and her friend got on, and the rest of us passengers pretended to ignore their conversation about which seats to pick, they had no other option but to sit apart. Read more »

my wife and her friend are oblivious that I’m being seduced [M38/F22] [oral] [sex] [cheating with the friend’s daughter]

“Looking good, babe,” I say, eyeing Lauren up and down. I lean in close and whisper, my lips brushing her ear, “Looking sexy.” Her black dress hugs her slender frame, shows off the flat belly I know she’s proud of preserving. She’s turning forty-three next month, and even after six years of marriage, she still turns me on.

“I’m not supposed to be sexy, Dane,” she rolls her eyes and grins, “I’m supposed to be nice. It’s a nice dinner with my friend.”

“You’re always sexy.” My hands find her tight little ass, squeezing it as I pull her into me. We kiss. “Anyway,” I say, “What’s taking her so long?”

Lauren leans away from me. “Kate?” she calls. The guest bedroom is just off the foyer, and the door is closed. We can see movement in the shadows bouncing through the gap between the door and the carpet, muffled and hushed voices accompanying.

“Just a sec!” Kate says through the door. Kate and Lauren go way back, friends since childhood. Even though their lives diverged after high school — Kate having a child young, while my wife went off in pursuit of college and grad school and business leadership — and even though they once had a patch where they went two or three years without talking — they’re still good friends today. Read more »

I went on my honeymoon with a woman who wasn’t my wife [M/F 20s] [oral] [sex]

“…and here you are sir, the Honeymoon Suite.” The bellhop swings open the door and proudly waves for us to walk inside, to review it’s luxury.

I flash Allie an awkward grin. She smiles, on the cusp of a giggle that’s been threatening release the whole flight down to Mexico, the whole van ride over to the resort. She pulls her shiny golden-framed sunglasses down and steps inside, surveying the space.

I follow her, the bellhop trailing behind me with the cart.

The room is expansive and well-furnished, with big bright windows on the far side. A full kitchen, living room, separate bedroom, with two balconies — facing different directions — one of which has a private hot tub.

As Allie walks up to a window, the bellhop leans in conspiratorially, his hand out for a tip. “You’re a very lucky man, sir.” He grins and nods at her with a knowing wink. Read more »

My kid’s roommate is something else [F19 / M46] [female masturbation] [fingering] [sex]

The door opens. “Who are you?”

“Amanda,” my daughter says, “I think I’m your new roommate?”

“Oh, cool,” says the other girl, no longer paying attention. She buries her face in her phone, her blonde hair turned blue in the screenlight, and lays down on the bottom bunk. “I’m Zooey.” She’s got a youthful arrogance, a casual nonchalance that lets her get away with hanging out in nothing more than a sports bra and yoga pants.

“This is my dad,” Amanda continues, nodding at me. Amanda is nothing like her, looking smart and stylish, like always.

I wonder how well Zooey and her will get along, whether their personalities will clash. “Nice to meet you,” I say.

“Sup, Amanda’s dad.” She doesn’t even look up.

I shrug. Nobody sees. I set the boxes I’m carrying on the unclaimed of the two dressers. “Amanda, hey, guess that means you’ve got the top bunk. Always been your dream, huh?”

“Yeah, when I was like eight, Dad.” She looks around the room warily. “The University didn’t say how small the dorm rooms were.” Read more »

My hot neighbor claims she wants to give me dance lessons… [M20 / F32] [cheating] [boytoy] [dancing] [grinding] [foreplay] [anal]

“Don’t be afraid to hold me tight,” Lucia Robertson says, her red painted lips glistening as they curl into a smirk.

My fingers are interlocked with hers, our arms outstretched. My other hand rests on the small of her back. With her nod, I wrap my arm around her waist, careful not to touch her butt. Drawing from a confidence I do not feel, I pull her into me, so that our bodies are pressed together, so that her tits are squished against my chest.

“Much better, Michael,” she smiles. The music picks up and she guides me forward two steps, then back, then swings us around in a circle. “See? There’s nothing to it,” she says, “Dancing should be fun, not a chore, you know.”

“Thanks, umm, Mrs Robertson,” I stammer, stumbling over my own feet.

Her grin spreads. “Now, a big flourish. Spin me around on your arm, and then catch me.”

“Like in a movie.”

“Like in a movie,” she repeats with a giggle. Read more »

My sister-in-law is hopelessly naive… [M31 / F25] [cheating] [groping] [sex]

Mike unlocks the door to his penthouse condo and walks inside, setting his laptop bag down on the bar chair and loosening his tie. He pops open the crystal decanter and pours himself a glass, enjoying the sweet burn of the whisky, letting it calm him after a stressful day at the office.

He looks out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the city below, the neighboring towers rising up from the thick, sweltering heat — only a few buildings soar quite so high as this one. It’s early afternoon, and his fiance Roxy isn’t due home for several hours. Coming and going on different schedules can be frustrating, but they make it work. Sometimes he even uses the time to cook her dinner, give her a nice welcome home. When he does that, she tends to reward him with something he likes, such as a hot and sloppy blowjob, the kind where she ends up plastered in his spunk. Read more »

I got an older man as my workout partner [F21/M50s] [gym] [groping] [oral] [sex]

I’m not a slut, I swear. I’ve only ever had sex with two guys, both which were my boyfriends at the time. So what I did tonight is … well, not reflective of my character. I need to properly explain — I need to start at the beginning.

I’m a regular at this gym that’s got this boring name — Bob’s Gym isn’t the name, but it’s what I’m going to call it. It’s in an industrial part of town, in an unassuming office park, with a quite that give them more space than they know what to do with. Beyond the large main gym area, it’s got rooms stretching back into the building full of workout machines, dance studios, additional weight-training gear, and I don’t know what else. Most of the regulars are office workers, which makes sense given the location, and I’m one of the few college-age girls I see there. I get the occasional glance from a guy — who doesn’t? — but the people there mostly keep to themselves and stay respectful. Read more »

when Lucinda wants something, she gets it [F20 / M30] [coach/student] [fondling] [groping] [fucking] [masturbation]

Lucinda glances over as Assistant Coach Bradley walks past the doorway. She acts nonchalant, like she hasn’t planned this. “Coach, coach!”

He’s twenty-eight years old, a former college athlete himself, with years of experience as a football linesman. But football team management positions are rare, and assisting with women’s soccer gets him valuable coaching experience, keeping his resume from having blank spots.

“Lucinda,” he smiles affably, pausing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, “What’re you still doing here?”

Practice ended over an hour ago, and the women’s locker room is besides Lucinda deserted. But still, he’s a man, and it’s a matter of propriety, so he doesn’t enter.

She rolls her eyes at his reticence. “Come closer. I need you here,” she demands, “I’ve told you before. Even if the other girls were here, they wouldn’t care.”

“Um,” he frowns, looks around, confirms no other women are using the space. He grits his teeth, carefully steps inside. “What’s going on? Did you get injured?”

She is doing a stretch, one knee up on the bench, other on the ground, leaning forward, extending her leg behind her. She looks at her knee like it’s in pain, but really, the position is to show off her ass, the butt-hugging blue-and-green-and-white fabric stretched taut and shiny, tight up in her crack. Read more »