That time I (31M) came inside my co-worker (36F) in the law library. [MF]

So quick background… I’m decent looking asian guy, slightly below average height, athletic, with an average 6.2 inch dick. I’m an attorney, and although I don’t think I’m anything special, I know how to connect with people. At the time this happened, I was single but having a surprising amount of success on Tinder (stories for another day).

My co-worker (let’s call her Samantha) is seriously a stunner. Samantha’s a petite 5’2″ asian/white mix with a penchant for high heels and form fitting work dresses that complemented her perky B-cups and fit profile. She’s 5 years older than me and technically my superior at the firm, but we’re extremely close and much more friends than strictly co-workers.

For about a year, we made it a habit to talk a few times a week at work for 1-2 hour stints (no joke) about work and life…really anything and everything was game. I always had a lowkey crush on her (as did everyone probably) but I did well to hide it. However, after a while, I noticed that wherever Samantha visited my office to chat, she started to sit sideways on the chair in front of me, and elevate and rest her feet/legs on the corner of my desk or across another chair. I would sometimes eye her fit legs in her pencil skirts perched on my desk, and I wonder if she ever noticed. It seemed to me like she was purposely sitting this way to get my attention, but she had an older fiance, and I knew my place.

I (21F) get spitroasted by three older married dads in my neighborhood a couple of times a month, and I fucking love it [MMF]

So I moved home early from college in April back to my parents house when COVID went crazy, and basically never left. (All our classes are online.) I love my parents but being trapped at home sucks. We’re in this big, quiet suburb where everyone is older and raising kids. There is almost no one my own age, my friends from school are all scattered around everywhere – same stuff everyone is dealing with. The difference is that I also have a very, very high sex drive, and my access to good dick basically disappeared for months. I almost broke my vibrator by June.

(About me: guys think I’m cute. 5’5, dark brown curly hair, blue eyes, B cups and a thick ass.)

A few months ago, I started watching a toddler for some folks a street over a few afternoons a week so the mom could get out of the house and do stuff. The dad (40, I think?) is cute. He was totally respectful but I could tell he was checking me out. The second or third week I started flirting with him pretty hard when his wife was away. I felt bad about it (REALLY!) but I was so fucking horny that I think I was just craving some male attention. I wound up making out with him one day, and the next day, I sucked his cock. While his kid took a nap in the other room, I was topless and on my knees, swallowing his load in their bedroom. He even paid me a big bonus.

Fucking my wife’s best friend [ffm]

Fucking my wife’s (/u/scarlettjones86) best friend.

Before you get too deep into this, just know that my wife and I are inexperienced swingers and this was 100% consensual and is not a cheating story, so if that isn’t your thing, stop now.

It’s November in New England, which means it’s dark as hell at 4 pm every night. It was the first Saturday in about a month my wife and I were able to let our kids sleep over their nana’s house and we went out to a bar next to the salon my wife works at to have some drinks and food. We weren’t planning on being out too late or getting too wild because COVID restrictions have bars closing really early, so we were just going to hang out a little and then go home and probably fool around or film some videos for her onlyfans.

When we got to the bar we saw a bunch of her coworkers, one of them, we’ll call her Jess, is my wife’s best friend since they were little. Jess is recently divorced and has been living her best life fucking different guys almost every night. Me and my wife have joked about how slutty she is but I’ve secretly wanted to fuck Jess for years, and that feeling is only stronger now that she is single.

Reclaiming my (F26) ex (M27) after he fucked someone else [MF]

This story is about the same ex i wrote earlier about. We have had a period of little contact but now the contact was increasing again. We were still missing each other a lot and the chemistry was quite clearly still there. It was over for about 2 months and i started to doubt my decision as i didnt feel much better since. We both wanted to work on ourselves so the problems we had became insignificant to the amount i missed him. I prepared a letter for him to explain my decision and to initiate a chat about our future.

Who knew my neigbor was so naughty! [35M] [30F] [MF]

Hi guys sorry it’s been awhile but I read a post from u/thankyourforflying that really made me want to write and share my endeavors again.

Anyway I am currently living in upstate New York (cannot wait to move back to the city and civilization shortly) and the small, but nice town I am living in has a ratio of something of like 6 guys to every 1 girl. I of course have been keeping up with tinder and bumble

I matched with this smoke show of a blonde who is a psychotherapist (total turn on) about a month ago who actually lives just down the road from me and didn’t think anything of it with the guy to girl ratio. We exchanged a few messages and then it didn’t really progress much from there. Fast forward to last night just after I got home from drinks with friends at the bar (left by 10:00 p.m. thank you Gov Cuomo) and I get a message from her asking “are you up.” I’m no dummy I know where this is headed. I tell her yes I am and to bring over a bottle of wine. She said she would be on her way and “if staying in her body suit and PJ’s was okay?” I replied with “of course it is. “ (I’m a huge sucker for a pretty girl in a body suit.)

During our separation my husband asked me to take a big dick for him. I didn’t know what was in store…[MFM]

About 10 months ago my husband and I separated. His extramarital affairs resurfaced. They’d happened on and off throughout our marriage, but I’d had enough this time. He’s very good looking, and charismatic, and convinced me that “this is what I signed up for.”

About 4 months ago he asked to take me out on a wine date. I agreed. We had an amazing night, he was romantic, thoughtful, sorry. We had great sex and he asked me if I would be ok with having another man have sex with me while he watched. I was hesitant until he showed me a picture of the “bull” he had already been in contact with; a tall, surfer with long blonde hair and almost no body fat. He was also extremely well-endowed.

My husband said “it turns me on knowing that my little Chinese wife will try to take a way bigger dick that she deserves.”

We met for an initial coffee meetup and I was blushing and giggling the entire time. I could tell by his physique that he fucked a lot of women. In two days we’d go to our house and have him fuck me while my husband watched.

The making of us [mf]

My first taste of being more adventurous started as I was leaving school. I met a quite girl from the school next to mine who played at the same sports club that I did and we quickly became close friends. Whilst she was not your traditional babe she was extremely attractive with long dirty blond hair, a petite figure and probably 5”6 in height and a reasonable B/C cups. She had incredible eyes and lips and when aroused just begged to be used and fucked.

Whilst never formalising a relationship we were quickly messing around and spending a lot of time with each other. She was far more adventurous than I was but was keen to take direction and orders from me despite her more adventurous streak.

She was the first girl who was very submissive to me, she loved to follow orders and loved to make me cum no matter what it meant for her. Frequently I would end up around at her house, tying her up to the bed and then teasing her naked body before using her mouth or face as a receptacle for my cum. She loved it and would always be begging for more, despite me never allowing her to cum.

If only took one line and I (f23) was offering up my wet pussy to a stranger in the public pool. [FM]

I (f23) was on a solo backpacking trip, I had spent a few days in this small town and booked the overnight bus for that evening on to the next place. I wanted to spend the day by the pool, it was the rainy season, but the sun was out today and I planned to make the most of it. The cheap backpacker hostel I was staying in didn’t have a pool, but I went to the fanciest Hotel in town and manged to sneak in to theirs… naughty naughty!

As it was the off season the place was dead. There was only one other person at the pool, a handsome Italian man in his 40s, who was doing lengths. I slipped off my clothes, till I was just in my bikini, which barely covered my large breasts, and dived in to the water. I began swimming up and down. Each time I passed the Italian man, our eyes would meet, lingering… eventually we both stopped, treading water.

He spoke first “how long are your staying here? ”

“My bus leaves tonight actually” I replied.

“But you can change your bus, no?”

I [F]was devoured and made a whole mess by my mom’s friend [M]

So it all started when he started living with us .ever since I’ve met him I’ve always had a little crush about him but I’v never acted on it since i was still young.
He is a tall ,skinny Colombian guy who had brown/green eyes. He is so handsome.

Anyways, this was a little while after i had gotten 18(legal age in Canada) and he had moved in with us because he had just lost his apartment to his ex.
And at various occasions i had spotted him eyeing my whole body and i got so horny that i decided to tease him subtlety every day by not wearing bra around the house,wearing small clothes ,not wearing panties under my short dresses and at various occasions he had an enormous boner in his pants and everything time i saw it i got wetter and wetter just imagining what his cock would taste like.

When my (F 44) Temple-visit turned into a slut-venture [MF]

This happened a few years ago–when I was in my late 30s. This account is one of the few things I still feel guilty of.

It was around the time when I was suffering from a mental breakdown owing to work pressure and emotional pangs of attack. As a woman whose life steeped deeply into matters of religion and spiritualism, it didn’t take long before my colleagues and my family suggested me to take some time off and devote to acts of spiritualism. Of course, a more scientifically inclined man reading this would have said consulting a psychologist or a therapist would help better, and I second that person. However, the emotional scar I faced was to do with a miscarriage I had. It was an accidental pregnancy, but the sense of motherhood being snatched away from you, accidental or planned, is painful, and therapy had no scope in alleviating the pain. So, I submitted myself to the many Gods of my religion.