What they don’t tell you about a threesome [Part 2] [FMF]

As told by the other F in this threesome.

I’m following her into his apartment and he shuts the door behind us. We just spent the last 3 hours getting reacquainted in person over food and drink – her, him, and I. The last 3 hours he was teasing me with his eyes across the table, trying to get a read on me. The last 3 hours she sat next to me so I could get a feel for her, make out her curves underneath her sheer clothes. She is everything I imagined her to be: witty, beautiful, and kind. I’m intimidated by how forward and graceful she is. And he is the exact same as the last time I saw him months ago: handsome, dorky, and sweet. I’ve always been kind of intimidated by how effortlessly charming he is. I feel like an observer, and I am. I’ve imagined what they were like together for so long that it feels unreal to see them actually in front of me. The synastry touches me – the whole night we are finishing each other’s sentences, and I wonder if they feel the conversation is just as stimulating as foreplay for them, too…

[FF] – I fucked my now wife in the guest room after her father told me I couldn’t marry her.

My wife was raised in a very conservative, bigoted family. It’s a miracle she’s not a mindless hate machine like her parents and siblings. When I met her, sure she had a lot of bad opinions, but I’ve helped her open her mind up to the world and to people. She’s gotten much better, objectively.

But so she still loves her family. She still loves her siblings, mom, daddy. She still values their approval. And I don’t fault her for that at all, I understand how family is.

They’re old fashioned in a lot of tradition aspects too, which takes us to our story. She wanted me to ask her dad for his approval to marry her. I of course had my objections, for one it’s not like he owned her, we’re past that in our modern day. And I knew he would say no. Her and I dating already put us on thin ice, being gay and all. There’s no way he’d let us officiate it.

I didn’t tell her the latter though. Just the former and extensions of that. But she really wanted this. It would make her happy. So against my better judgement, I said I would.

I [M] [33] fucked a recently divorced mom in the bathroom of a whiskey lounge. [MF]

First post here and I’m happy to be able to share.

I moved to Florida a little while ago for a new job (like half the country, it seems) and immediately hopped on the dating apps.

Quick details out of the way: I’m in my early 30s, pretty good looking/clean cut, former college athlete (read: in decent shape w/o having to work out), 5’10, 8 inches (unbiased estimate from a recent fling), work in consulting/education, and generally have my shit together. I have the added gift of coming across as “wholesome”, but in reality…I actually am pretty wholesome, to be honest. But I also have a very non-vanilla side.

All of that being said, I learned quickly that I attracted a very specific type in FL: single moms. I’m guessing it’s a combination of working in education and generally being a pretty approachable person, but whatever it is…I’d say 50% of my matches were in that category.

My first experience was one I’ll never forget.

[MFM] The post-breakup hoe phase, part 1: Hotel Room Service

Been wanting to tell this series of stories for a while, and it’s still on going. I’m 22 M. Pretty average guy, senior in university. Not exactly a greek god in the looks department and still working on losing weight, but after going through a messy breakup in October, I’ve been having more of a “hoe phase” than I could have ever imagined as a teen. I was always the chubby kid who sucked with women, but I guess being in a relationship, getting in better shape, and college changed a lot for me.

Anyways, my story starts in October. Was feeling pretty down after splitting with my ex very recently. I’d been sex deprived for a while by then. I didn’t think it would really work, but I started messaging classifieds on Doublelist.

One called for a someone to come meet up with a guy and his wife in a hotel in a nearby city. I sent out my usual blurb and a picture of me. Surprisingly, he messaged me back pretty fast. They were in their 30s and latino. He sent me a picture of his wife: she was petite, curly-haired, a little chubby, but was all around very sexy.

Car sex [MF]

John and I attended a law conference with dinner afterwards. When the dinner and socializing was done John and I headed out to the car. The mood hit me out of nowhere and I had to fuck John right there. I told John and our pace quickened to the car. We have a long wheelbase Landy, which gives us plenty of room for our activities.

John climbs in and pulls his pants down exposing his glorious cock. I immediately started deep throating him while his fingers found their way into my panties. I continued to suck John while he played with my pussy and tits for a few more minutes. I was then ready to fuck. I wiggled out of my panties and hiked my mini-skirt up.

I straddled John and started riding him. A few moments went by when we noticed a guy walking around the parked vehicles with a flashlight. I slowed my bouncing and quit moaning but it was too late. As the guy walked up to the vehicle we saw he was one of the security guards hired by the hotel to walk the property. He shined his light in the back windows but due the tint he couldn’t see in. He then walked to the front and looked through the front windscreen.

One hot week in July with a 19 yo, and a couple [MF] [MFM]

A few years ago I was fortunate enough to have a very good week in an otherwise dull July. First with a rather shy girl who’d just turned 19, and later my first time with a couple new to the lifestyle.

Some background on me: I was 28, 6-ft, 195 lbs. Average shape. I’d posted looking specifically for a submissive girl. I think I was just in a particular mood that day to be more dominant than usual. And when I say Dom/sub, know that I’m using those terms loosely. I have a lot of respect for practitioners of that lifestyle, but I’m not arrogant enough to pretend I know exactly what that entails. In this case, I just wanted to fuck, on my own terms, with someone who wanted just as badly to be used.

Cassie responded to my ad about a week later, when I was no longer in a particularly aggressive mood. I was at work and couldn’t leave until that evening. Which sucked, because she was very straightforward: she wanted to be fucked right now, please come over, here’s my pic, I’m 19, I’ve only had sex once before…

I stripped down and got a facial at my boss office [FM]

So this story happened a couple of summers ago, I was lookinh for jobs to apply on the summer to gain a couple bucks, since I’m at college I applied to fields of my career, I managed to get in some sort of “internship” inside this company, we were like 20 people and they explained us that we would be explained how the manufacturing process works and at the end of the week we would have an examen and the top 4 would get a job for the summer, the majority of the applicants were males and there was only one girl applying too, but she wasn’t exactly good looking, so I got tons of attention from every male, this was pretty common on my life so I didn’t felt pretty uncomfortable, the second day arrived and in the break for lunch the manager that was giving us the “tour” started chatting with me and told me that I was very brave for a applying to here and alld that sort of bs, and at the end he told me that If I sticked at the end if the day he would give me special advices and tips for the examen, at this age I was still pretty inocent, don’t take me wrong, I was already starting my slutty journey, but It never crossed my mind what this was all really about.

Fucking her ass kept me sane [MF]

When I was 28 I met Ellie through Reddit and we spent a few months as vigorous fuck buddies.

She was 5’4 to my 6′. Strawberry blonde to my brown. She was very pale. Her eyes were the thing that struck you immediately; very insightful. But they liked to roam too. And you wanted them to roam.

She claimed to have been a chubby college student (she was 27 at this time) and that she kept the weight on her ass. I never saw photographic proof of her college days, but I can attest to how perfect her ass was.

After a long week of ups and downs, a particular Friday came and found me pretty depressed. Having struggled with depression most of my life, I was used to coping. However, this time I was particularly down and frustrated.

Re[m]iniscing about a college tit[f]uck

College was great. Not just because of the friendships and relationships but because of all the epic sex. I have to admit that most of the drunk sex I could’ve done without but it’s still fun to reminisce. In all honesty, the best encounters mostly sober, passionate, and totally uninhibited.

A little about me, a freshman at the time and newly single from a long term high school relationship. I was also in easily the best shape of my life as a beach lifeguard and former water polo player and swimmer. Those first few months were pretty good to me being nice and tan in a foggy beach town.

The girl was visiting a friend who went to the my school who I had met a couple times and shared a connection of our hometown. She had light brown hair, wavy, and big hazel eyes. Overall, a cute beach bum who I could tell was hiding a massive set of tits under her layers of wool and cotton. The size that can’t be ignored and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on them.

Having fun with [M]y exs sister

I had talked about having sex with my ex while her sister was in the room. A few years after me and the ex had broke up I still talked and hung out with her sister. Let’s call her Lana. One day I went over to help her move some furniture around for a birthday party for her daughter. We were doing it that day because the daughter was spending the weekend with her dad.

I’d love to make it sound like I was picking up heavy stuff and moving it around like a manly man. But I had those things you put under stuff and push the furniture around. When I lifted the couch to put one at the corner I found a dildo. Lana said she had used it after her daughter got picked up. Then she said something odd. “It’s not as big as you though.”

I asked how she knew how big I was. She told me about how her sister would talk about it and even said her sister showed her pictures. I’m not the best at picking up when a woman may be hitting on me so I made some joke about how much of a sex addict her sister was and finished moving furniture.