I got PTSD from fucking on our Honeymoon [MF]

My husband and I will be celebrating our anniversary later this year. He’s the love of my life, my soulmate, my leader, my Dom. I always say that we are both very fortunate to have found each other and to have such a strong and open marriage as we have today.

Sexually, we’re are in a Hotwife marriage. Admittedly, it’s easier for us to find a man for me, than it is a woman for him. Just the numbers game. However, we didn’t start including others until we were officially husband and wife. For us, it was important that we were married before starting on this lifestyle. So the first real opportunity to play and fuck, was on our honeymoon.

After the wedding, we honeymooned in Las Vegas. For 12 days. Las Vegas is a great city, it’s basically a city that can be whatever you want it to be. Gambling, dining, relaxing, partying, fucking… it has it all. For those who don’t have self control, just my husband and I, it can get pretty crazy. Especially if you’re there for 12 days, looking to fuck and let loose.

Naughty in the nightbus [MF]

First time posting here. This happened 1 month ago. I’m a 20 yo [M], not athletic anymore, buzz haircut, and beard.

I was going to going back to my place after a night out with some good old friends, and in Paris there is no subway or anything to move around except busses. Car is a big no in Paris for me, too many headaches. So I had to run to get my nightbus ; I stopped running 100m before the station, and guess what? I just saw my bus leaving. Fuck me… 1h of waiting I had.

One dude was staring at me walking and I told him “Welp, that was my fucking bus”.
-Yea sure, he replied. Step away.

I ignored his rudeness and kept walking, and I sat down not far away from a cute black girl, with some curly short hair. A few moments afterwards, the dude came and asked me something, and I ignored him. He then came to me, said he’s sorry and shook my hand. I told the girl “That was so weird!” and we started chatting.

Getting off with an older woman [MF]

At the age of around 25, I’ve always been told I am good looking, and have had mixed results with girls over the years. At this time I had a serious long distance girlfriend, and sometimes satisfied my need to feel desired or for quirky sexual fulfilment on the quiet. Through fear of diseases like herpes or HPV I always largely kept these interactions to foreplay only. Luckily I have a ‘thing’ for lubed handjobs.

I had downloaded tinder, and maybe for the fear of rejection, tended to strike conversations either women that you could say were ‘below my league’ for want of a better phrase. I never met with any of them, apart from one. I’d chatted to a few older women, but one of them seemed lonely, not very confident and we chatted lightly sexual. She had dark hair, was slightly overweight and the last person anyone would expect me to be looking to hook up with. She explained she had a few young men bail on her at the last minute, it was all just words and they never carried through.

[MF] New name, same RAOMD shenanigans

My main throwaway is kind of burned (dumb I know) so this is a throwaway to my throwaway.

I’m a good looking, mid-30s, average build, hung business traveler who loves a dive! This is as broad and lame as I can describe myself.

I mainly travel in North America, West Europe and Africa. I’ve met some great, interesting people and some very unique women who have been underserved by the men and women in their communities. Enter me.

I’m a Dom/Daddy type by nature but I’ve found that I thoroughly enjoy burying my head between some needy thighs!

I have a backlog of a year’s worth of stories that I’ll share… here’s the one from the Great White North… it’s our 9 month remembrance.

==kinda the good stuff== I was going to Canada for 4 days so I start as I always do… gender and location tag searches (very important people!). I shoot off couple of messages, giving them the usual rundown… success rates vary. Europe is dead-last in this category.

She (21 f) wanted to see a white dick (21m) [MF]

Senior year of college, I was working as an RA. I had just broken up with my only long term girlfriend of my undergrad years, and it was a bad breakup, so I wasn’t exactly ready to see anyone new yet. So at the time of this story, there wasn’t anyone in my life I was even flirting with. At least intentionally. There was June.

June was an RA two floors above my ow in the building where I worked. She was also one of those people who is ridiculously involved in everything on campus. She was Vice President of the Black Student Union, active in Student Government, and was a member of a ton of different clubs and orgs, and on the school’s track and field team in addition to working for Housing. God knows how she got the grades she did. So yeah, brilliant girl. She was also really pretty. June was a first generation American whose folks were from Nigeria. She was maybe 5’6, or 5’7, usually kept her hair natural but short, with these gorgeous dark brown eyes and an absolutely radiant smile. She also had runners legs and the kinda ass that gives a guy neck pains. Oh, and she wore glasses, which probably for most people isn’t a major thing but for me is a major, major thing.

She surprised me – and herself – on our first meet [FM]

Cathy and I met online, and flirted for a few days, getting increasingly sexual, but nothing overt. Finally we found a time to meet for a drink. She was wearing a very tight black tube dress, short enough to show most of her thighs, and a high neck that helped accentuate her sizable bustline. I was disappointed about the lack of cleavage, but the tightness almost made up for it.

We flirted at dinner, innuendo and suggestive talk. I stood up to go to the bathroom, and pretending to adjust my jeans, to make sure she saw how tight they were. And when I returned, having made sure I was nice and thick after I tucked it back in, I stood in front of her again, hoping she would notice the bulge. She didn’t say anything, but I suspected that she was pleased to catch an eyeful.

We left and as we turned the corner, I grabbed her and we started making out by the side of the building.

[MF] Our Tropical Vacation

Was on a vacation to a tropical island with fiancé. We had an upper ocean view suite with a spa outside on the balcony. We oversaw the entire pool area as well. Well, it was dark, and the show was going on down by the pool. We decided to use our free bottle of champagne and watch from our room. So we started to kiss and agreed it’d be more fun to watch with no clothes especially since it was very warm and tropical. Naturally, that turned into some touching. She got on her knees, and began to give some amazing head. Next thing you know, she gets on my lap, and starts riding my cock. She gets off, places both hands on the railing, and I begin thrusting her hard, boobs swaying back and fourth. All anyone had to do was simply look up towards the rooms, (and I’m sure someone did look up) and they would have see us. I don’t know if our neighbors did or not, simply because there was just two wood pillars, and a half wall (which you could see over). If they were in their room, and looked, guarantee they could have seen us also. We finished up with a cream pie where we went back inside, showered, and ordered some room service.

[M]y 2nd European rendezvous & a day of some [F]iery fucking.

Hey redditors! Kinkyleejellybean here, finally got some action. Whoo.

So this is going to be about two different men I met at two separate times.

I met my second European, Aa, he was in Los Angeles for a business trip. I answered to his post. I figured, hey I’m never going to see him again, why not?
I got off work, I meet him at the meet up place. Tall, with the most serene grayish-greenish eyes ever. His hotel was sort of far, well for me. It was in Long Beach, and I had to cross two bridges, which btw, gave me excitement because I’ve never seen them or been over them before. (Shows that I don’t get out much and I’ve lived in Los Angeles my whole life ahaha) the whole drive we had such a fun conversation. Like genuinely getting along with someone before doing anything is awesome because being comfortable before any type of intimacy is key to making sure everything goes smoothly. so we step out and as we approach the hotel, I make comments on how you can smell the ocean, ahaha. Seriously, excited by the smell of the ocean and he was the one from Amsterdam. It just was funny and we connected well.

She opened my eyes. 21[m]26[f]

This is an experience I had in my early twenties. My life at the time was full of drug-filled parties and gatherings with a little wild sex sprinkled here and there. This story takes place in early fall. I(21m)was a very active individual at the time spending the majority of my free time hiking or sunbathing at the local swimming holes always with a bag of grass on my person. I have always been more of a slender well-toned individual with sun kissed skin and messy head of brown hair. My love interest at the time was a sight to behold. Her name was Miranda(26) she was a few years older than me and had just finished college with a degree in psychology and shortly after started her career. Very much out of my league with her long wavy dark hair that seemed to fall perfectly in the middle of her back. Her fair complexion was almost porcelain. Her body was perfectly proportioned with all the curves in all the right places with a bust that seemed to be sculpted by the gods. Her legs and ass were perfectly toned. We had adopted somewhat of an odd relationship where she seemed to whole hardly want to take care of me in every way. She showered me with gifts and always wanted me by her side in any social event that took place. Our age never seemed to come into play. (Here is where the story begins) On this day the weather didn’t permit me to enjoy my regular past times and so I had spent the majority of my time cleaning around my apartment and doing all around busy work. I was bored until I received a phone call phone a friend of mine invited me over to partake in a drug I was already all too familiar with…Lucy(LSD). Stating that it was the best batch he had ever received and he had plenty to share. My feet couldn’t have hit the door fast enough. I make the short walk to the party in what felt like moments. I bound across the rather large front porch of my friend’s abode and open the front door to a room full of people that were very obviously on edge waiting for the drug to take its hold. I make my way through the crowd and find my friend sitting in the kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen table my friend is blotting out the clear liquid onto small pieces of paper and distributing it to his guest. He sees me and says very enthusiastically “Here man you have to try this.” and hands me two small pieces of paper. Without a second thought, I place them under my tongue and wait and wait for hours I waited but felt nothing. I felt cheated everyone else was exploring their minds while I stood around disappointed. So I approach my buddy and explain my predicament and he cautiously offers me more explaining that these things sometimes take time and that he didn’t want to have to babysit me the entire night. I ignore his warning and take another dose and make my way to the front porch where I find a group standing just under the shelter of the roof from the now heavy rainfall. In the midst of our conversation, I feel the familiar wave start to take over my body. Finally, I’m getting on the same level as the other guest. Just as the light from what little sun we had started to dissipate so does my good mood and I find myself spiraling out of control. My mind was racing, my heart was beating like a snare drum in my chest and I knew at that moment I had to get out of there. Frantic I say my goodbyes and make my way back to my apartment. Where decide I can’t do this alone and call my safe haven. I call the one person that I know will take care of me…Miranda The phone rang for what felt like forever until finally the voice on the other end answers ” Hey baby. I’ve been waiting to hear from you how is everything”. Before she can even finish what she is saying I am pleading for her to come to get me. Miranda hears the drug-induced fear in my and calmly say “I am on my way. Just stay on the phone and listen to my voice ill be there in just a moment.” I listen to her sweet nothings over the phone closing my eyes trying to gain some kind of control as she makes her way to my side. Finally, I hear her voice just outside the door and let her in. She looks at me with concern and calmly grabs my face and gives me a kiss. I melt into her lips. She commands “Sit right here while I gather you some clothes. We are going back to my place”. I do as I’m told. Not wanting to risk her being any more unhappy with the situation than she already was. Still talking to me from the other room I feel at ease. Eventually, she leads me to her luxury SUV places me in the back seat and pulls out of my apartment complex. Listening to the road noise and calming music she has playing I drift into my head until we reach her townhome. Miranda leads me in the front door and immediately tell me to take my clothes off and that she is going to start me a shower. My paranoia sets in and I’m fearful that she is angry with me. I begin to apologize for my lack of responsibility. She silences me with another kiss and says ” When you play with fire darling sometimes things get out of control. Now let’s get you cleaned up. I’m going to make sure you enjoy the rest of the night.” She lifts my shirt over my head and runs her hands down my chest and stomach then retreats to the bathroom. I hear the shower start as I struggle to remove the rest of my clothes. As I walk into the bathroom I notice she is undressing as well and looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. Surely the look on my face was comical because I was mesmerized by the sight of her naked body. She holds the shower door open for me and allows me to stumble in( I have no depth perception so walking is not my strong suit in the state I was in.) She follows in behind me. I am standing there letting the water run over my body entranced by the streams of water running over my muscles when I feel a soapy hand run over my back and my shoulders. She’s bathing me something about the situation felt oddly intimate and intense as her hands explore my body from my neck and chest all the way to my groin and legs. She leaves no portion of me untouched. The extreme sensation of her rubbing me mixed with my altered state of mind leaves me in a state of bliss. All of the negative emotion that I had experienced had been washed away by her touch. The water turns off and she hands me a towel. I can see the lust in her eyes. I remember thinking she may be enjoying this a little too much. We dry off and she leads me to her bedroom where I lay down on her bed staring off into the string lights she has hanging from her ceiling. Miranda leaves the room and comes back with a jar of her homemade massage oil. I’m in another world and she knows it. I feel her straddle my hips and feel her start to rub the oil on my chest and neck as the tingling sensation from the oil sets me skin into a frenzy of sensations she kisses me deeply as her hands caress my body making their way to my rock hard cock. She massages my balls and milks as much precum from my shaft at a very slow and steady pace. Teasing me until she feels my orgasm start to build and abruptly stops. With a sly grin and tone, she asks me to flip to my stomach. Miranda’s fingers trace my back and kiss my neck and ears slowly I become more and more relaxed again my climax no longer in reach when she makes her way down my legs still leaving me wanting. Feeling her hands come up the inside of my thighs I realize she isn’t stopping there. She starts massaging my ass and balls something I’ve never experience gently rubbing the rim of my hole with her thumb my body gradually starts to become accustomed to a sensation I have never felt before. My legs become jelly and my glutes relaxed. I begin to moan with ecstasy. My mind is wondering where this side of her came from? She has never expressed interest in something like this. Such a foreign state of bliss completely new to me. That’s when I feel the cool oil being dripped on my hole. What is she planning next?! That’s when I feel her breath on my neck and her lustful voice in my ear “Relax darling. I am going to show you true pleasure tonight” as she plunges her finger into me. I groan my eyes roll deep into my head she keeps a steady pace. I can feel her beckoning my hole gently as a pool of precum gathers beneath me on the sheets. I’m lost in a world of emotion and lust. I’m moaning like a pornstar and I can do nothing to contain it… she stops… and I’m neither here or there. What has she done to me? Opened my eyes to a world I never knew. How long has she wanted the opportunity to turn me into this clump of complete and utter satisfaction? Miranda urges me to get on my knees in a position that I never thought I would find myself. My face buried in the sheets I feel her sucking and moaning passionately with my balls in her mouth stroking my rock hard cock. I am shivering with pleasure. She knows I’m under her control and she loves it. Miranda lets my balls fall from her mouth and for a split second, I gather myself until I feel her tongue plunge into my ass. The moaning continues as she strokes me and fucks my ass with her mouth sucking and burying her silver tongue deep in my hole. I tighten around her tongue and she feels my balls start to swell again my cum ready to explode…she stops… she’s playing a game with my fragile mind. Miranda gets off the bed and I feel empty without her touch. I hear her rustling through her drawer where she keeps her toys. I’m stuck. Frozen in such a helpless position. She returns to me this time there is no request to move she has control now and she knows it. I am pushed onto my back and commanded to hold my legs back. That’s when I see it the purple vibrator with a slight curve on the end in her hand. She looks deep into my eyes and asks “Do you trust me?” I moan “Yes” she slyly grins and ask “Do you want more?” and the only word I can muster is “Please”. She lines the tip up to my oily lubed hole and presses it into me. My cock is standing straight up. She slowly builds pace fucking my ass with her toy. Until she is thrusting it in and out of me as hard and as fast as she can finally pausing. To flip the switch and turn the vibration on high. She straddles my cock lining it up with her ass in reverse cowgirl still with my legs pulled back as far as I can she lowers her tight hole around my cock going at her own pace. Holding her toy in me as she rides my cock. She builds pace I can feel her orgasm growing as she rubs her clit with my balls. I am coming. She is coming. We come together. Time stood still as we both feel the waves wash over us until finally she pulls me out and a stream of cum pours out of her beautiful hole.

Gf spent the weekend with her guy friend. My life is officially over… [MMF]

Me and my GF are both 30. We have good jobs and make a reasonable amount of money. We have been together for 5 years.
I love her very much. She is to be frank the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She could easily be a model. She is many guys ideal woman and a certain 10/10. Whenever she goes out she gets hit on CONSTANTLY. Whether i’m there or not actually.
Me, not so much although I have no problem attracting women. I am above average (7/10) and take care of myself, but I couldn’t be a male model or anything.
Generally our relationship has been fantastic. Neither of us has been unfaithful and we are very much in love. I certainly love her very very much.
The last six or so months have been stressful however. Work has been into overdrive for both of us, and although we’ve made a reasonable amount of money towards buying our first house either of us getting home before 10pm has been very rare. Basically we’ve been exhausted and have neglected both sex and our relationship, although not for any other reason than time and being exhausted. My feelings haven’t altered one iota and neither have hers.
Fast forward to around 2.5 months ago when we were both invited to separate reunions with old friends across the country (neither of us are originally from the area we’re living in now). It was a great opportunity for both of us to blow off steam after working so hard and neglecting life for a few months, although we were both disappointed it wasn’t going to be with each other.
So we kissed, told each other how much we loved and will miss each other, and I went across the country to my hotel and she went to hers.
Lets just say, we had VERY different weekends.
Hers involved going to a party where in her words, the most good looking guy she has ever seen approached her. Apparently he was a friend of a friend of someone else at the party. She basically said every woman was getting wet just looking at him and she was just on a high that this guy approached her. She didn’t plan on anything, but everyone was drinking heavily and she ended up in bed with him……. FOR MOST OF THE WEEKEND.
When she came back she was the most loving attentive girlfriend you have ever seen. I was still too tired/exhausted for sex, but literally she was like a stepford wife in the weeks that followed. I stupidly just put it down to her missing me and loved that she loved me so much.
Fast forward again, she broke down and said she couldn’t cope with the lie anymore and told me everything. Prompted I’m sure by her finding out that morning that she’s pregnant. There is ZERO possibility of it being mine.
She is the most sorry and frightened woman you have ever seen. She even asked me to physically assault her because she is so angry and upset that she cheated on me. She will do ANYTHING I want to make things ok. It’s a bit scary actually. She is frightened and literally shaking at the prospect of me leaving her.
If i’m honest with myself I think most of the fear is about the baby. She is crying saying she can’t get rid of it and she is terrified of keeping it and raising it alone.
I was completely and utterly numb and heartbroken.
I said to her that before I go any further, I need the truth. Literally every second of what happened that weekend or I’m out the door. I knew this was a double edged sword and that the reality and cold facts could destroy me, but I’m one of these people who can’t not know.
The facts were horrifying and made me physically sick. I actually threw up. Basically my girlfriend was this guys personal porn star for the weekend. Some highlights:-