(_|_) Fun in Retirement – The Pool [MF]

I’m a 72 year old retired widower now living in a retirement village and having the time of my life with friends (especially with some of the women). What goes on is not what you would expect your grandfather or grandmother to get up to. Here are [previous stories](https://www.reddit.com/user/rayvoit/posts/) if you want, but they aren’t really necessary to read.

There is a pool at the retirement village but it is small and used mostly by residents with various ailments and mobility problems. Those of us in the ‘Supper Club’ prefer to go to the local public pool in the morning about once a week to swim a few laps in some attempt to keep a little fit. Some days we have four of us go, other days it may only be two. This week it was only two of us, Glenda (early 70s) and me.

We usually get there around 9:00am and leave by 11:00am. Some of the time is spent swimming and the remainder soaking it up in the spa chatting.

I [F] had a thorough medical exam done by a very dominant doctor [F]

I was about to go abroad for the first time in my life, and I was very excited to leave behind my home land and explore the world outside of it. All my papers were in order, my visa, my passport. The only thing standing in the way of me and Europe now? My medical examination.

I entered the doctor’s office at the right time. I was even a bit early. It was still morning and I was the only patient in the waiting room. One girl just left as I entered. She had a bit of a blush on her cheeks, and hastily left the room. I got a little nervous now. “Relax, Marchessa!” I had to calm myself down, “It’s just a routine examination!”

First Time Taking Photos [FM]

I got a ton of awesome messages of people asking me to write more about different first things, and my husband and I are having a ton of fun talking about this stuff and he loves when I write them up because I get insanely horny reliving these times, plus he loves hearing about how slutty I used to be. Someone asked about this first, but I’ll write a lot more so message me and ask.

This goes back to my last year of high school, right after graduation. I’d been in a FWB type relationship with this really fun older guy who I grew up near. We went to fancy places and parties, he was well off and paid for everything. We had been talking about having more of a relationship but he had concerns cause his youngest daughter was my age. I personally didn’t care, but she wouldn’t have liked the idea since we were friends. Anyways, he ended up getting transferred for work to the other side of the country and we had a few weeks to wrap things up because I was going to school in a totally different place.

I love being auctioned! [F][Kink]

I posted this a couple of days ago but I think it got automatically removed because I made a new account to post it so I’m reposting it now. Hope you enjoy!

Hi! I am a ridiculously horny girl with a ton of kinks. I love being treated like a slut, getting tied up, wearing collars etc. Basically, I like being submissive and focussing all my efforts on making my boy/girlfriend happy. I’ve had one fantasy though for as long as I’ve had sexual fantasies and that is to be auctioned off – sold as a slave to some random person and forced to serve them. Just the idea of being trotted out in nothing but high heels and a leather harness in front of an large audience, all of whom are imagining how they’d abuse me, is such an intense turn on. Yeah a bit messed up I know :P. Well funnily enough it’s hard to find slave auctions (and obviously I don’t really want to be a genuine slave, plus knowing my luck I’d end up with a Jabba the Hutt) but I found an alternative.

My friend fucked me, and i can’t process why [MF]

Backstory:
Back in the first years of university, we had a pretty close group of friends from various part of the country. We studied together, had lunch, had parties, some had stories, the usual stuff for young students.
In this group there was this girl, short, blonde, blue eyes, a couple of round, firm tits, and the look of the innocent girl who shine as a very fun slut once you know her better.
I wasn’t particularly close to her, we never shared intimate confession, nor i ever tried to approach her, first because she looked way out of my league, second because she had a serious history with a guy.
We both finish our studies, she goes back to her hometown, while i stay working in the university town.

[M]y last night in college

Throughout college I used tinder to meet many girls. Four years ago tinder was still fairly new, so it was very exploratory and still fresh. Those stories can continue if this one receives good feedback. However, this story had nothing to do with a dating app, and everything to do with a townie who just returned from school.

Graduation night, most of the other graduates went home, but some of us stayed went out to the local bars. This night was like any other Saturday night, except the locals were now back in town.

I couldn’t begin to tell you her name, but we made eye contact the second she walked into the bar. This was your typical college bar, sticky floors, gross bathrooms, and cheap drinks. I smiled as she walked past and said “hello.” A few minutes later she walked back up to be with a drink in hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. I had been drinking since the afternoon at this point, so I did not need much encouragement to go for it.

[M]y Best Friend’s Wi[f]e — Part 1

**The Background**

Dominic and I have been best friends for over a decade. I liked Jordan right away when they met and began dating about four years ago. She can dish it as well as she can take it. “One of the guys” but has an outspoken hos-before-bros female perspective. She’s feisty and cute. Not to mention, under her sweaters she’s hiding some serious G cups. Her curly blonde hair and glasses complete the package. You know she’s trouble just looking at her. For my part, I’m 6’6”, tall dark and handsome, but with a terminal case of dad bod. I used to be rather innocent and am exploring a new side of myself here after marriage.

About six months ago, I moved out of my home and was in the process of divorce after a long marriage. Dominic and Jordan had just gotten married and I was one of the best men. I’d been drinking champagne all day long and I was missing my then-wife, and at the reception when it was my turn to dance with Jordan I felt something. I was happy to be dancing with the bride, the most beautiful woman there, the center of attention. I was happy my best friend was being taken care of and loved. I was safe and comfortable and I felt like… like anybody who loves my best friend that much, I love her.

Fun with my gym admirer [MF]

Monday and Thursday evenings. That’s generally when you’ll find me at the gym in my unit complex. I always pick the treadmill to the far right, the one by the floor-to-ceiling window that looks out over the complex. I choose that particular treadmill because I love peering up at all the units as I’m running, getting little snippets of my neighbours. I will often make up detailed stories of what their lives must be like, to distract me as my body screams out to me in pain. And as much as all these units are on display to me, I kinda feel like I’m on display to them too. I often imagine there are neighbours out there, watching me from the privacy of their living rooms as I work away on the treadmill, and continuing to watch me even after my run, as I move out onto the adjacent deck to do my cool down exercises and stretches. The thought of being watched always motivates me to keep my form and to keep running, but it also excites the inner exhibitionist in me. Working out always makes me a little horny anyway (I blame all the pheromones), but the thought of being watched just gets me really worked up.

Who says you have to wait until the third date? My [F] second date with [M]y Daddy/Dom.

XP from /r/SluttyConfessions

I woke up the next morning to a simple message: a phone number.  Smiling, I ran through the events of the night prior and gently touched my neck where he had bitten.  No bruise, but a sweet, dull ache that let me know I hadn’t dreamed it at all.  Feeling suddenly shy, I texted the number given and waited to find out what Daddy had in mind next.  “You’re amazing,” he told me.  “Can’t wait to see you again.”  We quickly made plans for the weekend.  This time we’d be meeting at his place, and suddenly, the stakes seemed higher.  

The drive to his place went by in a flash as I listened to music and wondered what might be in store for me.  What would he want from me, and what would I be willing to give?  How would I react to being with him the first time?  The nerves got the best of me and I had to take some deep breaths before I called him to say I was almost there.  As before, the hug dispelled my worries and the kiss said more than just hello.

[MF] As A Student, I Became a Manwhore for Cougars on Craigslist. Feel Free to Ask Questions (AMA)

Back in uni, I stumbled upon Craigslist and found myself very actively meeting up with women regularly.

Being tall and bearded meant that I was able to peruse the age range rather well. Not many people asked how old I was, and many times I was propositioned by much older women. (40-50 range)

While that phase of my life has ended, I sometimes reminisce about it late at night. I’ve never shared it, and hope that an AMA will let me express some of my darkest stories since I don’t know where to start!