Wife’s past comes into question… [MF]

Originally posted to hotpast.

My wife has always been honest with me that she was in fact not a virgin when we started dating (which was fine, neither was I). She had admitted that her ex prior to me and her had had sex before, and I believed what she told me. I had no reason to doubt her.

She always told me that it was very uneventful sex, not overly passionate or anything wild. I knew she’d had a few boyfriends before him but she never hinted toward anything having happened with any of them. I knew the ex prior to me somewhat as kind of a friend of friends of friends situation. Hadn’t ever really talked to him, but knew he existed.

Partying at one point with friends a few years after marrying my wife, somehow or another his name came up. A guy who was at the party (loud-mouth, no-filter while drinking guy) says “Did you hear what he did to (girl we’d gone to high school with)? They had sex and she ended up needing stitches. Her vagina tore!” Obviously a few people were grossed out and were asking how, to which the friend was like, “did you guys not know he has a goddamn horse cock? I swore everyone knew this.”

Cum on a Toaster Strudel [FM]

The idea for cum on the strudel came from a younger lover I had that didn’t take advantage of the opportunity when it was presented to him. Fast forward to now, I’m comfortable in my sexuality and try whatever I think of, within reason. The lucky contestant for the strudel extravaganza was a long time and still is a long time friend of mine. He started off as a mentor to me when I was a freshmen. Older Russian man, early 50s, nice thick beard, and a complete bad ass.

At the time I was solely focused on what I was told to like: young bachelors my age. I listened to that advice until about two years ago. That’s when I ran into my mentor and he looked better than ever.

This man went from 230 plus to a smooth 160 lean muscle machine. I couldn’t believe my eyes! He told me his name when I didn’t initially recognize him. Actually he didn’t even have say his name. I knew who he was once I hear his voice but didn’t comprehend the fit man in front of me. He reached his hand out for a handshake and I denied it with a hug. I wanted to feel his warmth. There was always an energy about him. Now that he felt confident about his outward appearance it only radiated brighter. Needless to say this was no stranger but a dear dear friend and now lover of mine.

My first public sex and threesome [M][F][F]

My boyfriend flew to Europe for a work trip yesterday morning and I already fucked someone I met in a club.

Is addiction to cheating a thing? Why do I get so much thrill from it?

The night started off with me and two of my close girlfriends from secondary school. We went to a club that we frequented when we were in school.

It was meant to be a girls night but one of them had to head home early as she had a massive stomach cramp.

Love how music can get us high even without alcohol. We had so much fun dancing on the dance floor. We didn’t intend it to be a hook up night but as it got later into the night, my girlfriend couldn’t resist a Korean guy who couldn’t leave her alone.

The boy’s hands were all over her and at some point they disappeared for a quickie.

I intended to tell my girlfriend that I’d make a move when she’s back, but I guess the quickie was not so quick after all.

[MF] Third date with the drum room girl. Lesson in a classrom.

After the a bit unclear definitions of dates and the interesting meet-up in the drum room, from my last post, I was thinking I could try to describe our next meeting, to see it would catch any more interest.

I met the girl a couple of times during the next week at school, but we did not speak. She was obviously still shy towards me, at least when sober.

On the thursday night it was time for a student bar again, this time at another venue just next to the school. She was already there when I arrived, and from the looks of it had been there drinking for some time. About looks, the wore a classich schoolgirl outfit, short skirt, shirt with open buttons showing her DD boobs and cleavage, attracting a lot of attention from the mostly male crowd. Long stockings as well, and when she “accidentally” leaned over I could see that her pink thong matched her pink push-up bra.

[MF] A silly and exciting moment of “show me yours and I’ll show you mine”

This is a little thing (but a very hot one) that happened to me once while hanging out with some friends. We were three guys and two girls, we were enjoying a fine summer afternoon in one of our friend’s house, he had a small but nice pool in the garden. We were in our early 20s, the girls were wearing bikinis… you can imagine my two male friends and I were really enjoying being there.

I really can’t explain that anecdote in a way it makes perfect sense, but it just happened like that: I went inside the house to pee and then one of the girls got out of the bathroom and we talked for a while. I really can’t remember what we said but I will never forget that out of nowhere she just said to me: “I’ve overhead your friends saying you have quite a big dick”. I was absolutely stunted and I nervously said “wha… what did…that’s…I dont’ know…”. She laughed and said “don’t be shy, that’s a good thing if it’s true”.

(Once my friends and I jerked off together and they joked about my dick, but it’s really not that big, but it was a funny inside joke and she probably heard them once talking about that)

Unexpected reunion with high school friend [MF]

(If you’d like to skip to the explicitly sexual part, scroll down to the **** section break)

Helena and I became friends in high school our senior year. I had a pretty good social life at that time and spent time with lots of people and made easily my best memories that year. Of all the people I spent the most time with, Helena was one of four, and I considered her one of my closest friends.

I always found her very attractive, she was very much my type being a perky little brunette with big brown eyes and a tight body. She was fairly athletic and you could tell. She had tight, thick thighs and a desirable ass. Most people that I talked to agreed how hot she was.

I was aware at the time that she had a crush on me, and having come out of a long term relationship the previous year that really messed me up, I wasn’t ready to commit to anything serious. With that, on top of knowing her feelings, I never made a move on her because as attracted as I was to her, I genuinely did consider her a dear friend and valued not hurting her or making her feel used. There was one occasion when I spent the night and we ended up cuddling, but it was a friendly encounter and that was it, as much as I wanted it to be more.

[MF] The time I shot myself in the eye

It was in the middle of a whirlwind summer romance. You know the kind-Just food and sex. We were crazy about each other and at 20 we didn’t have nearly enough self control.

Fast forward to the day of….the incident.

We were driving back from school (Community college-She was working on getting into the nursing program and at the time I was working on trying to sort my life out) and she gave me her non verbal sign (Unbuttoning the top button of her jeans and spreading her legs oh so slightly) that she was itching for a romp. We pull over (and jump into my backseat (Blacked out windows were my first investment in that car) and start going at it. (We went to a designated remote hideout. No chance of being interrupted or any surprises)

Now, to fully understand the situation I need to explain a personal habit we had developed with each other. I shall attempt to do this with as much taste and class as possible so bear with me. After my lady had climaxed and I was nearing my “Point of no return” I would squeeze her hips firmly twice so she could position herself to ingest my testosterone and lust juice.

[MF] Remember the disabled dude with the nurse? So she moved in with me…

Yep. It’s been 4 months since I last posted. Since then, things got pretty hot and heavy as you can imagine, and I apologize for not posting as I should have, but Cynthia was pretty damn shy about the whole thing. Anyway, I’ll give you guys more details later, but just a quick summary about the current situation:

Basically, about a month ago, the husband found out about everything. Apparently, he had suspicions, though apparently she didn’t really care much since Cynthia and him already had problems since way back and were already talking about divorce. She’s still not really sure how things will quite work out, but divorce is definitely a certainty. When she moved in with me, she knew that I was basically a broke-ass college student with very little to offer her, other than my apartment. She said that was cool and things kind of worked out anyway because her kid could spend the day with her dad and sleep with the grandma who lives literally like a block away until we find an apartment (house in California sucks; especially for disabled folks).

25[M] Pretty Clothes Hiding a Pretty Cock

Hey there,

I’m a 25 year old bisexual male. I wear my curly blonde hair long, and I keep my thin but toned body clear of body hair, especially 7″ cock. I love to cross dress. I’m really into elegant but slightly slutty attire; think lingerie under a little black dress, open toed stiletto heels, and some light accent jewelry.

Maybe we’re friends who get dressed up to go clubing and we end up double teaming someone. Maybe you’re someone who I seduce back to my apartment to share you with my female best friend. The ball is in your court. Do whatever you want with the scenario, but it is important that I present as female.

If roleplaying isn’t your thing, feel free to ask whatever questions come to mind. I’m currently at home relaxing in a pair of black lace cheekies under my pink silk Kimono with two bracelets on my left ankle. Whatever we do, I’ll be super happy if you can make me soak my panties in cum before I go to bed.

How it started… part 3 [MF] [cheating]

Now that we’d finally fucked we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Cheating is a risky game anyway but the way we were playing, we were playing with fucking fire.

The next morning when my husband showered (wife again, at work) he took me into their bedroom, pushed me onto my back on their bed quickly flicking my skirt up over me. He grabbed me by the thighs, which I’d instinctively spread open for him and he hauled my ass right to the edge of the bed. He roughly pulled my panties to the side bent down and gave my pussy a couple of long slow sweeps of his tongue before he took out his cock and slid it right in. I know you lot are probably thinking ‘where’s the foreplay?!?’ But to be honest, if he was around I was always hot, wet and ready to go… I didn’t mind in the slightest.