I’ve written about my college ex, Elle, a few times. If you’d like to get caught up, check out my profile and enjoy the time we nearly got caught by her mom, fucked in her dad’s car and did it in a dressing room. You can also read about me fucking her friend and roommate, R. That setup right there should be enough to tell you that this wasn’t the healthiest relationship and eventually, it came to an end.
I called it off after a few years of on/off dating because I was ready to spread my wings and as we got older, it was clear that our lives were heading in different directions.
Elle did not take this very well.
I’m fairly confident she had our wedding planned and the names of our kids picked out so when I finally said we were done, she was pissed. She also lived with a few of my friends at the time, so there was only so much separation I could manage.
After a month, she finally seemed to have given in.
“Hey, I have some of your things if you want to grab them,” was the text I got on a cold February evening.
Truth be told I had been searching for a favorite sweatshirt earlier that day and the prospect of getting it back was enough to drag me off the couch. It was early on a weekday evening and the door to the apartment was unlocked, so I walked in. From the looks of it, everyone was at class or out studying, so I let my presence be known.
“Elle, I’m here,” I said as I stood by the door.
“I’m in my room,” she yelled back. I made my way to her room and pushed open the door.
Elle was sitting in the dark at her desk, the lamp and a candle providing the only light outside of her laptop. She spun around and pointed towards the bed where a small pile of clothes was sitting.
“That’s all yours,” she said.
“Yeah, so is the sweatshirt you’re wearing,” I said, unamused that she had tried to pull a fast one. “Gonna need that back, too.”
Elle put on her best pouty face, the one that had resulted in me fucking her brains out multiple times, and stood up.
“Jesus, Elle, those are my pants, too,” I said as I noticed the pajama pants she had on.
“Fine,” she said, “here.”
She took off the sweatshirt and threw it at me. As I pulled it off my face, I saw her drop the pants to the ground, step out and kick them in my direction. I snagged them out of the air and turned back to Elle, ready to give her an earful, but was stopped dead in my tracks.
All 5′ 5″ of her was standing before me in the low light wearing this [https://www.victoriassecret.com/us/vs/sleepwear-and-lingerie-catalog/5000006548?brand=vs&collectionId=d65acb42-aba7-429b-9cd3-ffff3c77b534&limit=180&priceType=regular&productId=03d23ce1-f093-4049-a41e-9c8634a0ac9b&stackId=7438a64e-22b5-4b41-a009-cadab4f29103&genericId=11216955&choice=54A2&product_position=22&stack_position=1&dataSource=manual-collection](https://www.victoriassecret.com/us/vs/sleepwear-and-lingerie-catalog/5000006548?brand=vs&collectionId=d65acb42-aba7-429b-9cd3-ffff3c77b534&limit=180&priceType=regular&productId=03d23ce1-f093-4049-a41e-9c8634a0ac9b&stackId=7438a64e-22b5-4b41-a009-cadab4f29103&genericId=11216955&choice=54A2&product_position=22&stack_position=1&dataSource=manual-collection).
Her pale skin practically glowed under the black lace and Elle’s red hair was on fire in the candle light.
“No,” I said as my cock began to swell.
Elle slowly stalked past me, never breaking eye contact, and closed the door.
“Seriously, Elle, we’re not doing this,” I responded, my cock now in a battle against my boxers.
Elle remained silent, a rarity, and stepped towards me. She stood just inches away, not touching me, not saying a word, her eyes big and pouty. For a moment, we just stared at each other. My willpower was thinner than an eggshell and she knew it. Elle grabbed my hands and brought them to her chest, resting my palms on her perky B-cups.
“Fuck me and then decide if you want to take your things,” she said. It was her final attempt, the Hail Marry, to get me to stay.
I was mad that she’d done this, but also incredibly turned on.
Elle could sense my reservations so she pulled out the big gun. She spun around and gave me a view of her ass. It was my Kryptonite and she knew it. Firm, round and perky, I’d pumped more loads of cum into this girl because of that ass than I can count. Elle began to wiggle her hips as she pressed her butt against my bulge. She closed her eyes and laid her head back against my shoulder as she moved her hips, my cock finding its way between her cheeks.
My mind was racing. This was a bad idea. I needed to get away from this girl and fucking her was quite the opposite.
On the other hand, dear lord was this hot.
I made a deal with myself, I’ll fuck her one last time, but I wasn’t going to cum in her. There was absolutely nothing logical about this train of thought, but I didn’t give a damn.
I put my hands on Elle’s hips and pulled her in close, leaning down and planting a kiss on her waiting lips. Neither of us said anything as we stood there and made out, but I know our minds were racing in different directions.
“I’ve got him,” she was thinking, sure that her seduction plan had saved a doomed relationship.
“I’m going to fuck her so hard, she’ll never wear this lingerie for a different guy,” I thought.
And that’s exactly what I did.
Part 2 on the way…
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[MF] Has anyone ever watched their platonic friends have sex in front of you? Here’s my story…
This was back in high school, I’m 31 now.
I was that nerdy kid that never saw any action and actually didn’t even lose my virginity until I was 27. My best friend however was the classic conventionally attractive player that slept with a lot of girls. We became friends because we both played world of Warcraft. 😂
One night at one of the ‘low-key’ parties, he and his on/off again FWB were laying on the couch pretending to be asleep. I was sitting on a recliner using my laptop just a couple feet away from them. This was around 2am after mostly everyone else had left and it was just us.
I was surfing my laptop and out of nowhere I noticed slight movements out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and they were definitely having clothed sex right in front of me. She was making slight moans and I won’t lie, I was definitely getting turned on and was horny as hell. I tried to pretend like I wasn’t watching, but was so jealous regardless.
Making my ex cum as she sat on my lap on a train back to London [MF] [Public] [teasing]
This a story from about 7 years ago when I was with my ex. We’d been on a day trip and were heading home on the train when we decided to have some fun.
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We sat by each other on the train, the light gradually dimming as the sun set.
We hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other all day as we walked through the city with our fingers intertwined, lips locked and bodies pressed against each other almost constantly.
She was sat a little on my lap, her body resting against mine as we kissed. Her soft, supple lips felt divine. My right hand slipped up her back and started to lightly pull at her hair.
I was growing hard and she could feel me through my jeans. She smirked and started to stroke me through the fabric. Her fingers wrapped around the width, sliding up and down, drawing a soft moan out of my lips.
I pulled her closer so I could whisper in her ear.
“Naughty girl,” I said with a soft growl. “But two can play at that game.”
A Sensual Evening with my Ex’s Aunt [M] [F]
On a cold December afternoon I received a text from my ex-girlfriend’s Aunt, Paula. Paula was reaching out to see if I was interested in her husband’s golf clubs. Her husband had passed away a couple years prior, when I was still dating their niece, Taylor, and she was finally getting around to going through his belongings. I had a good relationship with her Aunt and Uncle while I was dating Taylor and we always had a fun time together at their family gatherings. They loved to drink and listen to music and her Uncle and I were both big into golf.
I was surprised to receive this text from Paula, but it felt nice that she thought of me when looking to give away the nice golf clubs. I happily accepted her offer and we set up a time for me to stop by her house to pick up the clubs. She told me I could come over Saturday evening. She had a Christmas party to go to but was going to be home until around 7pm. I headed over around 5pm and didn’t want to show up empty-handed, so I stopped to grab a bottle of wine.
Fire and Ice [F]
The last days were rough for me, so I had hard time getting into the fun mood.
I laid in my bed, my plan was to sleep and rest. Suddenly, the feeling deep inside me hit me and my thoughts went to dirty places.
With one final move i overcame myself and reached down between my legs.
I lovely stroked myself with my nails and fingertips over my thighs. Slowly with circle movement I rised higher. It awoke a tingling and lightly exciting feeling inside my stomach and between my legs. My heart beat faster and my thoughts went crazy.
A few times ago, I found out, I get really turned on by seeing how I can take care of nipples. The feeling of my nipples getting hard, seeing me caress them and watching this, is just driving me wild.
So I couldn’t think of something other than seeing my hard nipples with my fingers on it.
I wore my oversized hoodie, so I got up shakingly and changed Into a shirt, to have easy access to my boobs. While I slowly undressed the sweater, I had no other choice than grabbing my boobs and play with them. Ohh fuck, that felt good. Now it’s me sitting on the edge of the bed, wiggling under my own hands and building excitement. I felt my pussy pulsing and swelling even more.
I [40M] can’t stop obsessing over wanting to share my wife [38F] with friends [MFM]
The urge has been getting stronger over the years. It’s to the point now where every fantasy I have involves doing something sexy and “wrong” with my wife and other guys. In fact, the closer the friends are to us, the more it turns me on.
About 8 years ago, while out with my (now) wife and best friend, we were drinking at a bar and the topic somehow turned where my wife said “well i have really nice nipples”. I didn’t think much of it other than “man, that was hot”. But then like 2 minutes later, she privately pulled out one tit and said “should i show him?” And before I said “yes”, she called his name and his jaw literally dropped. After she put it away and we talked about it, she immediately said “I can show you guys again?” And then pulled it out again! I was SO turned on, I told her I wanted to go home and play truth or dare or something. She agreed. Before we went home, we stopped at another bar. This time, she called MY name at one point and said “look” and pointed down to here tits. They were both discretely out and my friend’s hand was tweaking one of her nipples. He was staring at me like “dude, i did not initiate this”. It was fucking hot. Then we went to a restaurant together and sat in a bench, wife in between us. At one point they started making out and his hand was going down between her legs but she freaked out and stopped. That’s where it ended. Between the alcohol and the weird situation, she started crying and wanted to leave. She was SO mad at me saying “why would you let him do this to me? Don’t you love me?” It was a shitty end to an otherwise hot night.
[MFM] Met a guy on here,showed him pics of me and he wanted to meet up!
Im a generally horny person and I don’t know why so I have no choice but to embrace it 🤷🏽♀️
I enjoy scrolling through the ThickCock sub Reddit on here I just love the look at a nice thick gorgeous dick… it’s my number 1 turn on. I went and shot my shot at someone on there and he actually replied. We chatted for like a day and I ended up showing him pictures of me and when he said that he would 100% fuck me if he could I was wet like a river.
Like a month later we met up and ended up fucking and it was the best sex I ever had that man knew what he was doing I swear 🥴 he beat my shit up so good my voice was hurting from moaning so hard. It came to the point where I was begging him to let me suck his dick because my pussy was on fire, after he finished we laid there and he asked me if I’d ever do a threesome and I said yeah I would I always wanted to but I never knew if it would happen. He’s like “Any guy who’s straight would fuck you.” A few days later I hung out with him and two of his friends. Apparently they are “Bulls” which they sleep with other mens Wives. I’ve heard of swingers but didn’t really think it was a real thing haha.
Finally broke the sexual tension with my (M30) married office secretary (F27) by getting the best blowjob of my life in the back room. [MF]
Long story!
Just skip down to the ——— for the juicy details.
This is the first time I’ve ever been remotely unfaithful and it is kind of getting out of control. I had to tell someone so REDDIT, here goes nothing!
A little background, I work in a small tech-sales office. I’ve been here for about 2 years and have always had a little crush on the office admin, Emma. She’s 27, short, brunette, beautiful eyes and smile, full lips, and the best sense of humor. She’s super chill, has a ton of really well done tattoos and the body of a goddess. I’m not kidding. She’s a 32DD (I asked) with a flat stomach and perfectly thick ass. She hides it well but WOW her body is unbelievable.
We get along super well and have very similar taste in music, movies art, etc… So there is plenty to talk about all day. Here’s the kicker though, we are both married. Because of that, I NEVER made an advance. There was always sexual tension between us but we just never even mentioned it…until recently.
[MF] – Turns out, she didn’t fuck me for her job
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*This is an unexpected part two to the story above.*
There was very little communication between Brittany and I over the next few months. I sent her a text a few days after we fucked letting her know how much fun I had. The response I got was short and sweet. Essentially a “me too” kind of response. I took it as a sign that this must have been a one time thing or this was actually how she tried to get business. Either way, the end result was a great fuck and something for the spank bank for the future.
Out of the blue, I received an email one morning from Brittany asking if I’d be interested in getting lunch… and bringing one of my main client’s along to do a meet and greet. It was quite incredible how fast my dick went from rock hard to flaccid. Still, despite the disappointment of a purely work-related lunch, I confirmed with my client and we set a date.
I interviewed my husband about our sex life [FM]
V: Alright. Let’s do this.
H: Ok.
V: How do we know each other? Or rather, what are we to each other?
H: You’re my wife… And best friend.
V: That’s a good start. Are we in love?
H: [Laughs] Oh, you’re being serious?
V: Not all married couples are.
H: Yeah you’re the ole ball and chain… Yes V, we’re in love. Very much so.
V: How often do we have sex?
H: It depends. Every other day or so.
V: How is it?
H: You know it’s great. Stop.
V: What do you think about me being Viola?
H: I don’t think about it much, honestly. Sometimes you tell a story about it and it’s weird you have “fans.” I actually didn’t realize how many people read your stories until you put together that thing for your agent, but it doesn’t surprise me. You don’t really do things you’re bad at.
V: I’m bad at plenty of things.
H: I said you don’t do things you’re bad at, V. You just avoid things you don’t kick ass at.