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My wife recently admitted that she hooked up with her ex for a few weekends of sex when we were separated last year. Since we were separated it was fair game but still makes me jealous AF !
She said it was just sex and hasnt said much else yet. I know she mentioned her ex in years past as a hot black guy with a huge cock that was great in bed but I was surprised she went back to him .
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(sort of continuation/interlude from my last post)
One of the less conventional solutions to scheduling problems is to just mix work and play, sort off.
We both travel for work and don’t really have the usually 8-5 jobs. Like a lot of you can relate to, there comes a point where you work until the work is done and you’re too old/senior to clock off at “EOD” and pretend you step off into a different reality.
She had a work event that requires them to end late, fortunately her employer provided accommodation (and surprisingly decent accommodation). She asked if I can drop by, I offered to bring some food/snacks – because a gentleman should atleast try. We were off to the races.
The lobby phoned her room and i was assisted to the elevator (posh!). I got to her door and felt relieved i actually arrived a little early. She greeted me in what i think is a tank top, the sort ladies wear in the gym over their sports bra. We sat at the small table and had sandwiches. Conversation was steered to current events, ninja cops (and no, they do not do karate or throw metal stars), hazing, online bullying and since neither of us was brave enough to figure if one of us was a DDS, we stayed in neutral grounds. By the time we were done chatting i was exhausted. She smiled and asked if i wanted to rest for awhile. I wasn’t in a position to say no.
Last week, Stacey started talking about this club some of her co-workers have been hitting up. I’m game for anything, but Kate wasn’t up for it. She told us to go, and specifically said if either of us were gonna hook up with anyone we were allowed, but be safe.
I asked her what the vibe was and she said it was one of those speakeasy style places where you dress like the prohibition. So, we watched some YouTube tutorials and put together some outfits and headed out. We get to this shady place in the warehouse district. If it wasn’t for the cars being mostly fancy af and there being a valet, I would’ve bolted.
We get to the door and it’s a legit slide the port open and ask for the password thing. Stacey told him that night’s password (Hocus Pocus), and he let us in. So, what I gather is that these popup places get some social media influencer types in for free, tell them the password, and they spread it. We get inside and it looks fantastic. Edison lights, the bartender in a hipster mustache, young upwardly mobile people having a blast. The music was good, too. The right amount of modern indie hits with big band flavor.
So this is the story of the first time I fucked a beautiful hotwife.
Little background here: I was a 26 year old personal trainer in a corporate gym and I was working a lot. I started training Ben ( u/Showoffher ), a nice successful guy in his mid-to-late 30’s. He was a pretty quiet guy but super nice and we got along easily. He would tell me about his wife, his kids, etc.
After about a month or so, he said he was gonna bring his wife in as well. I offered to train them together once and then if she wanted, we could train regularly. So he brings his wife, Grace and wow, she is fucking gorgeous and sexy. I was not expecting this guy to have such a hot wife. She’s elegant and beautiful and its getting pretty hard for me to hide my boner. At some points, I forgot I was even training him and just focused on her. I mean this is the definition of a MILF. At the end of the session, I stretch Ben out first and then when I go to stretch Grace out, Ben goes to the locker room. She tells me how great of a workout it was and how handsome I was. Of course I blush a bit and return the complements, telling her she was absolutely beautiful. Again, I completely forgot that her husband is my client. She looks at me wit these “fuck me” eyes and moans a bit when Im stretching her out in her tight yoga pants. All I could think about was ripping her clothes off and fucking the shit out of her.
After months of talking about it, the day finally arrived. Our sex slave had arrived to spend the weekend locked in our basement bedroom we called the dungeon. My wifes excitement was quite evident. After enjoying a nice dinner together and getting to know one another we took him downstairs to show him his room. It was a pretty basic basement bedroom, 1 small window, a queen size bed, a stocked fridge, and a variety of sex toys and gadgets, and an attached bathroom with a shower for easy cleanup.
My wife is very confident via text and reddit chats and all that, but in person she tends to chicken out at the domination stuff unless she’s fully in the moment. As soon as the door closed behind us all eyes were on her. She immediately started fidgeting and her eyes told me she wanted me to start things off.
“okay Mark, remove all of your clothes and hand them to my wife while we go over your role here this weekend. Your clothes will be returned to you sunday night. The rules are pretty straight forward and simple. You do what we tell you to do, You dont cum unless we tell you to, my wife is the main focus, but you will be required to pay attention to me from time to time as well. Understood?”
I am a long time lurker who has decided it was high time I contribute to the community. Be gentle…
So this happened not long after 9/11. Given the state of air travel at the time, I decided to take a train from the midwest to Colorado. It was a decision I regretted almost immediately. At least I did until a hot young woman tapped me on the shoulder and asked if the seat next to me was taken. She was about 5’6″, with long brown hair, a great ass, and at least d cups. In other words she was FINE.
I was more than happy to tell her it was not, and that I would love the company. Anyone who has ever taken a train in the US knows that they are not fast, and we were facing 24 hours before we reached Denver. Over the course of the trip we got to talking and spent plenty of time in the bar car, and getting to know each other a bit. I learned that she was a flight attendant for United that was originally from Denver, and was headed to Colorado for her sisters wedding. Flights were still fucked from 9/11 so much like me, she decided that taking a train was the easiest way to make sure she made it home in time for the wedding.
As my first story went down well I decided to share another. I am sharing this as it is probably the most memorable sexual experience for me. It’s a long one, but I think it’s worth the read.
I was in a relationship with my boyfriend (who would become my husband and eventually ex-husband) at the time and it was the first time we’d ever done anything sexual that included a third person. It wasn’t even planned; up until that point we thought we were exclusive and ‘just wanted to be with each other and no one else’ or whatever you call it. But circumstances change things.
This happened about 27 years ago, I remember most of it quite well, but some of the dialogue will be a bit made up as I simply can’t remember exactly what was said. But all the events that happened, happened.
It was a few days before my 21st birthday. My boyfriend was 26 and he was visiting me at uni. He doesn’t live too far away so he comes almost every night anyway. It was a Saturday night, and we were going to have a couple of friends over to play a bit of poker, and then go out to a bar or a club. I live in halls of residence, so I have my own room and share a kitchen with 6 others.
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**October 2019’s theme: One Night Stand**
Do you have a crazy One Night Stand story to share? Something so wild and crazy that you can’t wait to share with everybody. Maybe you got picked up at a bar. Maybe you were brave enough to approach someone else. Tinder hookup? Some of us probably have that story that just has to be shared. Anything One Night Stand related is fair game.
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This was the first time we ever had sex and boy was it fucking something! She’s 5 years older.
As we’re getting to know each other, she was so timid and demure. Totally giving off the “take home to mama” vibe. Such a sweet, polite, good girl.
Fast forward to later in bed, I strip all her clothes off and bury my face between her legs. She’s loving it.
I’m licking circles around her clit and dragging my fingers lightly over her pussy without going in. She moans a little but is clearly trying to hold back, and then she headlocks me with her knees. She’s cumming and I’m already feeling like the man.
As she’s coming down from the high a minute or so later, she’s kinda turned away and has her arm over half her face. She looks almost embarrassed or something. “Hey, it’s okay,” I tell her, “It’s natural and you *should* feel empowered.” (referring back to something we were discussing earlier in the night).
She chooses the moment directly after I say this to look straight into my eyes, deadfaced, and say, “No, I just want to be your bitch.”
This is a story that I didn’t know whether to tell, I regret a little ashamed, but the blessed internet privacy protects me so…
I am too slut, too much. I just can’t resist the impulse of slut that I carry inside. I am always thinking new fantasies about everything. There was this man. A homeless “acquaintance” where he used to live when I was younger with my parents. The people gave him assistance and constant help. We all knew him, he was not aggressive or hostile. He stayed to sleep in an abandoned house that was close to mine. He used to collect recyclables and lived on that and the charity we all gave him. Even some people sometimes let him bathe, cut his hair and beard and the man was grateful and pleasant, he could talk well with him, he was lucid. He drank a lot of bad quality alcohol and was quite drunk, but never gave problems.
However, he was quite a voyeur. Some women commented that he looked at asses and tits without much shame. But since he had never touched or said anything to anyone, they did not call the police.