collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
It’s just over 13 hours since I’ve left my FWB house. With a permanent smile on my face, a calmness over me and an aching clit STILL.
Weve done this a few times now. He is my escape from reality, my new best friend for fucking and play. We get on incredibly well.outside of the bedroom too. Music, sense of humour and fucking cheek. It will never be more let me make that clear. I’m married with children, he wants that with someone too.
My hall pass was for the week. I cashed it in all in one night! F43
The week started off ok. Monday came and went but I forgot to ask my husband if I could play around while he was gone for a work trip. After I texted him, he came up with an interesting agreement. We’re pretty new to the hotwife lifestyle. I’ve always had a hard time vocalizing my emotions and writing them is so much easier. He said I could have a hall pass if I posted the details on here for him to find. I agreed and here we are. I’m not the best writer, so bear with me.
I had been perusing Tinder to find a date. Maybe find something good to do after work. Well, I found a horny guy and we set up a time to meet. Fast forward to 2 hours before the time, he bailed on me! Seriously! WTF???
I was in university… I went to school 2 hours away and usually took the bus to get there. The bus was like a double decker coach bus, so it was pretty comfy. I always sat in the upstairs area, back corner. I sometimes napped or did some readings. But this particular morning, I was going to be late… so I got ready and hopped on the bus right when I woke up. I didn’t have time to have my morning cum session lol. I was REALLY horny.
I sat there fantasizing about fucking a stranger. I thought about locking eyes with someone and just going for it. I would slowly lift up my dress, revealing that I was commando. I wouldn’t say a word. I would just stradle him and let him cup my ass under my dress, bur his face in my big tits. Oh man… I’m getting wet even now!
It was a long day. Two business meetings followed by a few drinks with a friend in despair. All I wanted to do was to go home and kick back. I texted Matt on my way home and asked him about dinner, and all I got back was “I’ll feed you”. I walked in my door to find him eagerly awaiting my arrival. I dropped my stuff and was greeted with a passionate kiss. I exhaled and felt the tension to begin to drop from my body as he handed me a glass of wine which went down smoothly. Even though I just had a few drinks with a friend, it was accompanied by listening to her neverending drama. Matt topped my glass off while I hit the Pax and in less than a minute, I was ready to chill. I would soon find out that my version of chill was different from Matt’s.
I took another big sip of wine and walked into my room to change as Matt followed. I knew something was up as soon as I entered my room. I had left in a hurry earlier and everything that was in disarray had been made and put back into place. At that point the combination of wine and weed had completely wiped my cares away and I found myself standing in front of my mirror with my man behind me.
So for my 32nd birthday I figured I’d treat myself by having one of the few sexual experiences I had not yet had: bi threesome with two guys. I’ve watched that kind of porn for years and It just looks like everyone is having so much fun! So of course I reached out to that everpresent directory of thirsty dudes: r/dirtyr4r. Honestly for a minute I almost gave up. I was really set on finding two guys who already knew each other so that I could avoid any weird nervous dude behavior up front. Most of the guys who messaged me were “single” and hoping to find a third with me.
Then Allen messaged me and saved the day! He was tall, 27, white, dad bod-ish, and super thick. He had been organizing group sex for a few years and basically had a roladex of different guys who he regularly played with (not all willing to do mmf. Some just for gangbangs or mfm). We talked for about a day and really got along. He reached out to a few of his friends and decided he found the perfect guy for us. John was shorter and fit, black, 26, and had a pretty huge dick (which I was STOKED about).
My senior year of high school I went with my sister to visit one of the colleges I wanted to go to. We drove up on a Friday afternoon and we’d arranged to stay in the dorm room that was empty. We met Jack, the RA, who was a Junior there and he gave us a quick tour and invited us to a house party that was a quick walk down the street from campus.
My sister Nina, who is a few years older, never went to college and wanted to live vicariously through me and was extremely stoked on partying with people I’d be going to school with. The dorms were pretty old, like 1800s old, and the bathroom was pretty communal. Like open gym style sort of thing, which was pretty crazy and I’d never seen that before.
So my sister and I take turns showering and get dressed for the party and as we’re leaving the dorm we run into Jack and a group of his friends walking to the party. They’re all basically jock types, which is not my thing at all, but they were funny.
See part 1 here:
This story took place during another trip to the same nude beach.
I got there around 10 AM, it was not that crowded as it was still early June, and it was a week day. The beach usually had some regulars. You could tell because they were a bit older (probably in their 50s), not as shy, and had very tanned skin.
I did my usual routine, laid out on the beach with my tanning oil, dozed in and out of naps, walked around nude, and went swimming occasionally. I also was sporting a cock ring. It was clear, so as to not be so obvious. I’m a grower, so the cock ring helps me to kind of look like more of a show-er.
While going for my stroll, I noticed two attractive girls, probably in their early 20s. They were sitting in an area that was a bit more secluded, probably to get away from any unwanted attention. A short cloth barrier was set up around them. They were only topless and not fully nude. I could hear them talking and giggling as they were on their phones(probably browsing social media). I walked past and didn’t really think much of it. I had my sunglasses on though, and was able to check them out a bit.
Sorry I haven’t been posting in a while, right now I’m backpacking southeast Asia.
So, this is the story about the first time I had anal sex, with a 21-year-old Danish journalist.
In the winter of 2019, I matched with a cute, curvy, blonde girl on tinder. She had just finished her journalism education, which I found quite interesting so we started chatting and hooked up the day after. The first time we slept together was great, it was energetic and left us both wanting more. So, the following days we sexted a lot. Like a lot a lot: revealing photos from the office, talking about fantasies, making demands – she had a thing for seeing me in my scrubs without pants, and generally turning each other on.
At some point the talk of anal came up, she had done it before and was pretty into it. That was still new territory for me, it didn’t take much for her to convince me to give it a try. A day was set, and the teasing went up a nudge.
The day finally came, and we met up at my dorm. We put on Thor Ragnarök in the background and jumped onto the bed.
My girlfriend and I (her 20, me 21 at the time) had been dating for about a year and the time had come for my college graduation which meant we wouldn’t see each other for a few months over the summer. Think: before social media, it felt like a big drop-off to lose time with her.
Her: So fucking smart and funny, and they have always been her best features. Petite, 5’4″ish, the sexiest little butt you’ve ever seen, always sported a thong and I loved it. Gorgeous B cup breasts that looked generous on her little frame. Giant brown doe eyes and a million watt smile that will make you forget what you were about to say.
Me: NSFW photos in my profile. Muscular, square jaw, blue/green eyes. I’ve been told I’m handsome :)
My(F32) husband, Justin(M36), was getting ready to head to his buddy’s house to watch the game. I really didn’t care who was playing or where he went to watch it as long as he got out of the house. Ever since we lost our ESPN package (ever since I called the cable company to cancel it), it was easy to get him to leave. I had already asked my FWB to stop by that night. Justin and I maneuvered around each other in the bathroom. We took our turns in the shower, and I was “getting ready for bed” as he got dressed. I hoped he didn’t notice that I was freshly shaven under my open pink satin robe or that my excited hard nipples didn’t show through the thin fabric. He would sneak a glance and smirk… did he know? I smiled back and continued with my night time routine.
He was dressed in his favorite jersey and jeans that fit tightly over his ass. I stopped to admire him as he bent over to pick up his shoes. He sat down at the edge of the bed to put them on when my phone buzzed. A message. It was Alex… my FWB. “I’m here.”