[FM] [FM] [exhibition] [massage] [soft] First erotic massage for my wife and me

I sent my plan a few days ago: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/83dyz0/erotic_anniversary_m_f_str8_voy_swing/ …

… and it took place :-)

I played a erotic massage video to my wife. I explained to her that there’s no sex involved, “only” masturbation during the massage. I told her to choose if she wanted a man or a woman, and what she wanted for me.

A few hours later we were getting naked in the establishment. Nice room, temperature and smell, a very cozy place. We were nervous and laughing because of that.

We lied on our stomach and waited for a minute until the masseurs got into the room. We almost couldn’t see them from our position, but I could see them removing their towel. They weren’t fully naked. She was wearing black knickers and he was wearing black underpants.

They begun massaging our feet and legs. I was touching my wife elbow so she were calmed and felt me next to her. Their hands moved to our butts, just a little, and then our back and arms. I could see him crawling over the body of my wife. When my masseuse touched my balls between the legs for the first time I looked at them and saw his hands between her legs. That was astonishing. We smiled each other.

THREEWAY WITH TWO TEACHERS ON A FEILD TRIP [MFF]

It began simple enough with an Instagram post.

I was in southern Oregon and snapped a picture of myself near a local landmark, a fountain. Less than an hour later I received a picture message of an old friend standing near the same foundation, you in town? I was and moments later I was seated across from a woman I had not seen in more than 15 years. Francine Day, now Francine Hughes, but to me always Frankie.

Frankie had grown up to be a beautiful woman with rosy cheeks and long dark hair now punctuated with a white stripe. She was a teacher, 10th grade English, and the lead chaperone to a group of theater kids on a school trip. It made sense, as a teenager herself Frankie was drawn to the drama club because it forced her to challenge her shy nature. Now Frankie was in charge but I could also see the sheepish girl in an oversized seater.

The other school chaperone was woman named Kate. Younger than Frankie and I, slender, in a dress that was cut in just a way that I’m sure young boys on the trip took the image of to bed at night. She was more outgoing, louder, and immediately took a liking to me. I pegged her as trouble from the start.

Waiting [F]or hi[M] after work [FM]

My Friday afternoon at working was dragging on. I flipped over my phone to see the guy I have been sleeping with has messaged me. “What are you doing tonight.” His message did not end with a question mark, making it sound more like a statement than a question. I told him my parents were coming to town later that night, but not until later. “6:30, be ready in a black bra and thong and heels. I’ll find my way up to your apartment.” I stared at my phone, shifted in my seat and hoped that no one in my office saw me. I work in a very open office space which makes receiving texts from him at work all that much more exciting.

Now, I’ve been sleeping with him for about two months, maybe once a week. He was a classmate turned fuckbuddy which is a story for another time. From the beginning, I knew he was dominant, and we’ve definitely had that dynamic in the bedroom. However, I never received a message from him so demanding and I knew that tonight was going to be different.

[MF] Not Just Another Day at School II

(They say we people think about sex every 7th seconds, more than 500 times per hour, and more than 8.000 times in the 16 hours we averagely spent awake. And this is with the exclusion of what you dream of. These 2 stories is a dedication to all those thousands of people with mutual sexual feelings you will encounter doing your life but never acts upon)

2) Her

I walked steadily through the hallway, preaching my good mornings as I passed fellow colleagues and students. I was in good time. I always was. The following night I had slept badly, or well. I had slept really well, but it had shaken me how my mind could wander. I knew my position I was a loving wife and a celebrated teacher. And the worst death sin I could possibly commit I did. Not that I was in control of it, you can’t control your dreams. At least that’s what I told excused myself with. The reality was that I thought about him while I was awake too. I thought about him when my husband made love to me, and when he entered me I imagined it was him, my student, my secret fetish, my nympho. But as I walked in the door there was only the empty crowd. “Late again,” I thought to myself.

[MF] Not Just Another Day at School I

(They say we people think about sex every 7th seconds, more than 500 times per hour, and more than 8.000 times in the 16 hours we averagely spent awake. And this is with the exclusion of what you dream of. These 2 stories is a dedication to all those thousands of people with mutual sexual feelings you will encounter doing your life but never acts upon)

1) Him

Warm Weather Makes for [F]un Tanning

About me: I’m 18, 5’8”, long wavy dark brown hair, brown eyes, petite curvy toned body, 34b tits, thick round ass, big bush on my mound but no hair around my lips or other holes.

So around a month ago we had some uncharacteristically warm weather for where I live so I used it for my favorite activity. After getting showered, I slipped on a pair of grey sneakers and calf socks, a black sports bra, and a pair of black spandex booty shorts. But underneath I slipped in my hot pink buttplug. In my drawstring bag I brought my water bottle, an apple, a nature valley bar, a beach towel, and a copy of Tom Sawyer. But in my bag I slipped in my suction cup dildo. I tied my hair in a bun and headed out the door towards the woods.

I made my way through the thicker brush and bushes as no one ever really walks around in there. Luckily since it’s still winter, it’s not incredibly overgrown and not impossible to navigate. After ten or so minutes of walking, I arrive at my destination; a clearing in the woods where a creek runs through with a small sand bar to sit.

Emailed this to my wife this afternoon [MF]

I sent the following email to my gal a short while ago, completely unsolicited. I haven’t heard back from her yet. I will report later what her reaction is.

Darling, here’s what I want you to think about — me kneeling between your legs on a king-sized bed. I am kissing my way up your legs, I kiss your knees, lick your thighs, gently caress your shapely legs with my lithe fingers … I kiss closer and closer as your legs spread wider for me and your hands tussle my hair. I can feel the heat radiating from your pussy as my face nears. Your musk and scent draw me closer, until my lips are imperceptibly close to yours. My hot breaths make you squirm and buck slightly.

Funny story time, getting caught [MF]

Maybe you could use a good laugh.

Ok :) here we go, at the time I had just graduated high school, we went to school together. We were messing around during the summer before we went to college. I would go see her during the week days while she was babysitting her sister and sometimes other kids from the neighborhood.

Her mom worked during the day but her dad worked the night shift and would come home in the afternoon. Her dad would sometimes come home early from work, which is why I would always go see her early in the morning. We’d make out while the kids were playing at the park and then when she’d put the kids down for a nap, we’d go to her room and really mess around.

My [F] slutty adventures Part 6 (really long)

The one thing I’d always wanted to do is to have an evening where I’m fucked by lots of different people. I found a party in a nice part of London that sounded like it would be just the sort of thing I was looking for. When I got there I wasn’t disappointed, the organisers were friendly and the venue was great, there was a bar area, a dancefloor bit with seats and a DJ and three curtained off little rooms and the upstairs ‘ballroom’ was huge with chaise lounge sofas round the edge of the room surrounding a very large ‘bed’ about the size of 8 double beds.

I got a drink and sat down. An older guy who was there with his wife came and sat next to me and we had an awkward chat for a bit until I excused myself to get another drink. When I came back I wasn’t disappointed that he’d gone! A younger, about 25, tall guy with dark hair and a beard came over and introduced himself as Aaron. We hit it off straight away chatting easily. The place started to fill up and Aaron asked if I wanted to have a look upstairs. We went upstairs and sat down on one of the chaise lounges. A woman was on the bed having a threesome with two guys. Aaron started cupping and squeezing my breasts and then he hitched up my dress, moved my g string panties to the side and started fingering my pussy. ‘Shall we go over to the bed?’ I asked, he grinned and nodded. I took my dress off to reveal my white lacy bra and matching g string.

[MF] MILF Co-worker

So this was a woman I had worked with but wasn’t working with anymore. She was around 15 years older. I was 20 or 21, she’s was 35 or 36 at the time, she had a kid and was getting separate from her husband.

We always flirted when we worked together, nothing was happening tho so I just kinda stopped. I hadn’t heard from her in a while but then one day she text me randomly asking what time I was coming over, I was like what??

Her son was staying with some family and her ex was gonna be working that night. She had moved out and had her own apartment but her husband used to still come by. So I came over that night, I parked down the street and we had to keep the lights off cause even though she had her own place her ex would still come by unannounced.