[MF] My FWB wants me to play as a Daddy Dom for her, and I did. I like it more than I would like to admit. (kinda long)

**A little bit of context,** we’re working for a same company for about 3 years now. Only in different departments. I think around 6 months ago (not really remember) , we somehow became the only ones left after a we went out for drinks with our friends. One thing led to another, She brought me to her place and we have sex together. Since the sex was pretty good and we both kinda not seeing anybody. We decided to make it a regular thing,

I’ll separate the story between the build up, the actual sex scene, and the conclusion. So please bear with me.

She’s around 5’5 (or 165 cm in non-retarded unit of measurements) . Medium weight. I’m not sure what her breast size was. It is nice and firm through.

I’m around 5’8 (174 cm ) . 74 KG black hair.

We both go to gym regularly, So both of us are nice and toned. But none of us is Hollywood good looking. We tried our best though.

**Now to the story.**

**(Build up)**

The Literal Girl Next Door [FM]

Sorry it’s a bit long but it’s all true! I omitted a couple things for anonymity’s sake but otherwise it’s pretty spot on. Move to ********* if you want a quick read. Typed on my phone. Apologies for grammar. Hope you enjoy!

My parents were perhaps more surprised than I when I walked out with that shiny new drivers license. I had procrastinated until my 18th Birthday unlike most of my other friends who were driving at 16. Instead of handing me the keys, I was congratulated and then directed to the backseat for a lecture on defensive driving and the importance of leaving a safe distance between other cars. I listened intently hoping that my respectful behavior would grant the possibility of car freedom later that day. We shared a celebratory family dinner and as we neared the end of dessert my Dad reluctantly handed me the keys.

That one time I had a threesome with my GF and my ex FWB [mff]

This story is already a few years back right now. My now ex gf (let’s call her Y) and I have been together for two years or so. My FWB (Call her M) was there in the 6 months before my relationship. I began to study in my city where Y was my classmate. A flirty, social blonde who was always laughing. Everybody knew the girl, since she was a flirtmachine with the biggest of tits you’d ever see on a girl. Than M, I’ve known her for some time before and we flirted all the time, until I asked her home once where we begun being friends with benefits. M was absolutely attractive aswell, slim, pretty face and we had such a good time together.

So the weeks passed and I had sex a few times a week with both of them. I kinda doubted between the two of them because they were both really fun to be with. But things with Y got so worked up and I just really liked the girl to much to let her walk. But the sort of competition between them became a little fierce. I’ve always tried to be as transparant possible to both of them. But the girls, fucking hated each other real bad.

[M]y first unplanned hotwife experience *disclaimer: long post*

First time poster here, so I’ll just get to it.

Yesterday after I spent the morning at the car dealership getting my truck serviced, one of my friends hit me up to come to her job and have some brunch. I was close so I figured I may as well go and see her. This is a common occurrence, so I knew there would be day drinking.

I show up and my friend the bartender already had my shot of Jameson sitting on the bar where I’ll be sitting. The seat is directly next to an older white woman and adjacent to this couple that’s also sitting at the bar (black male and Latina female). The white lady was a regular so I was immediately introduced to her by my friend. She was pretty attractive, but I definitely have my eyes on the Latina (my preference). We take 4 more shots together, I eat some lunch and we’re all talking about various topics (skydiving, kids, work) you know typical bar top conversation. So I’m definitely checking the Latina out, but she’s with her man so I’m not going to be disrespectful. And I mean she’s calling him daddy and she’s all over him, so I know it’s out of the question, but she was still cute with a banging body so I’m going to look.

Hostel encounter gone wild [MF]

A few months back I [M, 23] was staying in a hostel abroad. I was traveling alone and didn’t have many plans for the day, except going for a workout and to a meetup later in the afternoon. I shared my hostel room with six other people, of which, as it turned out, tree others, all girls, were from the same country as I. Around lunchtime I went for my workout. When I came back, the room was empty – except for one of the girls, who was also traveling alone as I soon were to find out. We didn’t really talk and sweaty as I was, I headed off to take a shower.

I thought about how I could approach her, as she was around my age, good looking and I was on my adventurous holidays and didn’t really have anything to loose. When I came back, she was still there, sitting on her bed and staring at her phone, making the impression of being kind of lost or at least without a plan for the day. I already had put on my underwear in the shower, but I strongly assume me getting dressed and us being alone had already set some sexy vibes. Since it was like an almost perfect setting to start a conversation, I did indeed approach her, without needing to overcome too many mental hurdles as often is the case in other situations.

Wedding Day [MF] Good Christian boy

Amazing as it was I entered my marriage as a virgin. I think I had made out with somewhere above 50 different girls. Somehow I kept it very tame with the exception of a few incidents but I was a very good Christian boy.

[M]assage gone fun

This was from a few years back when I was on holiday in the Philippines. I was staying at a hotel resort; not extremely nice but they did have a decent pool with a bar. There was also a massage parlor next to the pool. A reputable one though, not known for happy endings or anything like that.

I was there for about a week and had been frequenting the massage parlor since an hour massage went for less than €10. There was one masseuse that I particularly liked. She was young, maybe 21, very delicately built, and pretty. While the place was reputable, you still stripped down to nothing and only had a towel covering which they would shift as needed to get as high as your upper thigh.

The first time I realized she was down for more than typical was when she had me face up and was standing at my head, stroking down my naked chest with her petite, oiled hands. She would do this and bend at her tiny waist, bringing her hands down passed my abs and stop just north of the towel at my waist. This caused her chest to press down towards my upturned faced, nestling me nicely between her perky breasts as her hands reached towards my towel. Obviously this was highly arousing and my cock quickly pitched a tent. She glanced at the bulging towel and smiled, saying “your soldier is saluting me.” I gave a week chuckle and didn’t really know what to say. My loss. The massage finished with no other incident.

Under the table handy for a friend [MF]

So this happened about 2 years ago. It is one of my favorite memories and I stroke to it often.

My wife(32f) and I(33m) went to the bar with a friend(m32) of ours and a friend of hers(28f). For a little back story, we dabble in the lifestyle a little. Both of these friends know we like to be sexy at times and the wife and (lets call him Jake) have sexted from time to time.

So we are at the bar have some drinks and listening to the overly loud band. The wife and I are in a booth against the wall and our friends are in front of us in chairs. Her friend Kate in from of me and Jake in front of the wife. We had been there for a while and periodically dancing when the band took a break.

After a stint of sitting and talking for a while, Jake gets up to go get more drinks. That’s when my wife leaned over and said “Jake grabbed my hand and put it on his cock.” Surprised, I asked “and?” “Well I have been stroking him some, he is pretty hard.” I asked her if she wanted to sit next to him and she smiled and said yes.

College g[f]

Earlier today I was perusing a post about sex in risky places and fondly remembered an escapade of mine that happened in college in the late 70’s. For two years I dated a girl (R) who was a nationally ranked athlete. I won’t say the sport but it was not a college sport. Well, we were pretty crazy about each other, had unquenchable sex drives, and fucked like rabbits.

Our sophomore year we lived in the same coed dorm, one floor apart. We regularly spent our nights together.

She shared her dorm room with a complete and total nympho (L), who blew an unimaginably high number of men and who I had bedded a couple of times before R and I started dating, one time as her boyfriend was pounding on my dorm room! The dorm rooms were predictably small so R and L moved their beds around to maximize shared space. The beds were perpendicular so R’s bed, which was taken off its frame, was lengthwise against the back wall under the windows, with the head of the bed abutting the end of ‘L’s bed, which was on its frame. You get the picture.