My girlfriend’s roommate [MF] [Cheating]

[Prologue]

Last year I thought I was kicking goals. I finished university and landed a graduate position at my dream law firm. I was losing weight, exercising regularly and I had a girlfriend that was fairly good to me. However, not all good things are built to last. Fast forward 12 months and well, not everything was coming up milhouse.

After 12 months in hell at my ‘dream firm’ I quit my job, with the promise of a new position to fall through at the last moment and I was unemployed for a good couple of months. It was during this time that I started getting bored with my life. I realised that I was one of ‘those people’ – the ones whose career was literally their identity. I was spiralling. My applications to new positions were falling flat and my network was failing me.

Date night theater fun in a dreamlounger [MF] [public] [exhibition]? part one

Reposting to GWS – since I deleted my old account.

My wife and I are in our 40s, and back when we were younger we had some wild sexual adventures, but once we started having kids and telling ourselves we were to respectable for that sort of thing, our sex life became much more conventional and usually isolated to our bedroom after kids were fast asleep.
My wife surprised me the other night when we decided to go out to a movie. She’d had a couple drinks before the movie and she was a lot more handsy than usual in the bar. When we got to the theater she asked me to buy her another drink, since it was one of those theaters that serves alcohol. I happily obliged hoping I’d get lucky back at home.

As I got her drink she excused herself to the ladies room. The wine must have been working through her quickly. When she returned, I handed her a drink as we walked to the theater, and she pressed something else into my hand. I looked down, and it was a pair of pink lacy panties I love, and the crotch that pressed against my fingers was soaked with her juices.

[MF] The night my wife flipped the script

So the day started out like most other days, waking up crazy early with our 2 year old and drinking as much coffee as possible. We had to be out the door by 11 and we were making pretty good time. It was the first time in over 5 years that I was seeing most of the guys I deployed with. Our unit was having a reunion and, well I was nervous. I didn’t know what kind of reception to expect because I’m not very good at keeping up with people. My wife knew this and we were playfully flirting all morning, making the time fly and the mood light.
It was a lot of fun to help her get dressed though. She ended up settling on a peach tank top and a long skirt that went down to her ankles. Melissa is one of a kind. She’s 5’5 with long black hair that has a tint of dark blue that you’ll miss unless you’re looking for it. Her upper left arm has a really sexy black and grey half sleeve with a few roses that pop with color. These hazel eyes that you can get lost in for days and a smile that will lure even the most seasoned sailor off course. And her body. Oh my God her body. The most amazing 34D breasts and an ass that she has been working on at the gym for the last few months. Those squats have REALLY paid off.
It was about a 2 hour drive there. After dropping our daughter off with her parents and picking up a 6 pack, we were more than ready to get to the party. A lot of the drive was filled with “what ifs” about how the afternoon was going to go. With about 2 miles to go, I feel her hand on my lap and it’s slowly caressing my growing manhood. She looks over at me and we lock eyes. In that moment, all of my nerves went out the window and I was SUPER relaxed. Her wandering hand gets more intense, all the way up to the gate where she gives me a kiss and a wink.
Rolling up to the party I had to tuck myself into my waistband and try to cool down. Luckily, there’s no need for a raging hardon at a party with 100 infantry dudes and I was able to walk with no issue. The party was a great time. Drinking and catching up with a lot of guys that I haven’t talked to in ages. It was actually refreshing when another guy started talking about his nerves and it seemed like we had the same fears. After that, things got much more relaxed. Oh yeah, Melissa and I couldn’t stop grabbing each other’s asses all day.
After a full afternoon of drinking and bullshitting, it was time to take off. We hit the freeway and it didn’t take her 5 minutes before her hand was back in my lap. It’d stay there for the 30 minutes to her parent’s house to pick up our daughter. Man, that was a QUICK half hour. After we get her in the car and hit the road again, we realize our daughter is out like a light. This is where things got REAL interesting.
Again, some heavy petting real fast for another half hour. Then, out of nowhere, Melissa leans over and tells me to take my pants off and whip it out. I’m not an idiot and do exactly what I’m told here. I get the slowest, most agonizing hand job you can imagine. When we were about 20 minutes away, she tells me, in her most stern voice possible, “Don’t make another sound. I don’t want to hear you moan or gasp. If you make another peep, you’ll regret it and I’ll make sure you get the punishment you deserve.”
To paint a picture of our sex life for you, Melissa isn’t anywhere near a dominant person. She plays the submissive role very well and enjoys being manhandled. This was completely out of the blue for her… and I LOVED it.
It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I was squirming and going crazy. She started working me faster and harder, making sure I felt EVERYTHING she was doing. Once we got off of the freeway, her mouth finds the head of my cock and I gasp. She looks up at me and tells me that I better shut the fuck up and she never gave me permission to make a sound. I nod in understanding and she engulfs me once again. Guys, next time you’re getting head just try to be silent. It’s actually impossible. I don’t know how I did it, but I managed.
When we were a mile from home, Melissa told me once again that I was to feed our daughter and get her in bed while she gets dressed and ready to punish me for my disobedience. That was the longest bottle my daughter has ever drank. So much anticipation. I had no idea what my wife had planned, but I was very excited to find out.
Walking up the stairs to our room, I was rocking quite the hardon. I push open the door and there she is. Black leather crop top with a zipper up the middle and a matching black thong. Zipper and all. Holding our riding crop, a look in her eyes that I’ve never seen before. On the head board is her dildo, a butt plug and our ball gag. “Strip, now” she commands. I was naked in no time flat. “Hands against the wall.” God, her dominant voice is out of this world. I reach out and immediately feel a smack against my ass. Admittedly lighter than I was expecting. “This is because you’re a noisy boy. You disobeyed my orders.”
Normally I’m the one in charge. This was new territory for me and I loved it. I get the submissive side now, giving control of yourself to someone else completely. It’s very freeing and really exciting!
After about 10 good lashings, she has me lay on my back on the bed. We have bed straps that are under our mattress that we keep readily available. She straddles me, reaches up and restrains my hands almost immediately. Melissa grabs the ball gag and gags me as well. She picks up her dildo and the lube, lays next to me and asks if I mind while she gets herself off. Melissa proceeds to play with herself while halfway laying on me. It seemed like this lasted forever, but it was probably less than 5 minutes.
She then looks at me seductively, leans down and gives me a VERY slow and agonizing blowjob. It was amazing. I wanted to blow in her mouth right then and there. Melissa had other ideas though. Back to the head board she went. When she came back, she again had the lube and her butt plug this time. She straddles me with her ass facing me, says “Enjoy the view” and works her plug right up in there, moaning in pleasure the entire time. Finally, the plug goes all the way in and she sits right on my face, taking me in her mouth once again while slowly rocking on my tongue.
We proceed to pleasure each other in the 69 position for quite some time. Eventually, Melissa turns around, lubes me up and sits on me with no remorse. Melissa gets off the best when she’s on top and she was on a mission that night. However, when it seemed like she was just starting to get into a rhythm, she stops. She starts feeling up her right breast and her left hand finds her clit. Sitting still and filled balls deep, she makes me watch as she brings herself to and intense orgasm. Jesus, I am a lucky man. Melissa looks SO FUCKING AMAZING naked. That sight is amplified when she’s riding me to climax.
After she comes down something snapped. She started riding me like there was no tomorrow. Choking me, clawing me, slapping me. Fuck, it was so hot. Melissa would get off 3 more times on top of me. Finally, when she seemed to have had enough, she pulled my gag off and took her plug out. She unstrapped me and grabbed our alarm clock. She set a 5 minute timer and said, “When this timer goes off, we’re done. You have the next 5 minutes to do whatever you want to me.”
Now I could have went nuts and fucked her like a slut. I could have choked her, fucked her ass and came on her face. But I didn’t. I leaned over and made slow love to her. We were making out and I was making slow, deliberate thrusts. It didn’t take me long to finish, with the 12 hours of buildup and teasing that day. I filled her with one hell of an orgasm, right as the timer was going off. Melissa grabbed the clock, shut the timer off and told me to get the fuck off of her, that our time was up. She picked up her shorts and tank top and went to the bathroom to clean up.
We fell asleep shortly after, cuddling that night. It was a very new experience, one that I loved every bit of. She asked me to write this story so we could read it from time to time. I took the laptop up to bed with me and wrote this while she fell asleep next to me. Now that I’m finished, I’m going to wake her up in the best way possible. Thanks for reading!

The sister o[F] the groo[M]

One of my best hookups I’v ever had happened a few years ago.

I had been invited to attend an old friends wedding during a summer. It was rather large wedding and at the time I wasn’t dating anyone so I was hoping to run into anyone I knew and sticking to them like glue. The celebration was awesome and very energetic. The bride was dresses very modest but with a fitted dress that accentuate her hips and breasts, I easily found myself staring. through out the night I kept looking at the bride checking to see if I got lucky enough to see anything pop out of place. It was then I was caught looking more than once by Kate the grooms older sister. Kate was smiling ear to ear and cheered her drink up slightly.This made me self conscious so I gave her a smirk and turn away.

As the party continued I ended up running into Kate at the bar. We have known each other for a few years and we caught up. Kate is a beautiful woman, at the time she was 29 and for lack of a better term had huge tits!

Beach Exhibition [M]

For nearly ten years, I have had a serious panty fetish. I have purchased hundreds of pairs, and wear them 24/7. But I am probably the last person people would suspect: wear a suit pretty much every day, pretty serious guy. Regardless, a few years ago, I took to wearing women’s bikini bottoms while swimming laps at the local rec center; despite being in a relatively elderly and conservative area, no one bothered me. But I stopped doing it because I was worried about seeing someone I knew.

This past weekend, I had a new opportunity to indulge this fetish. I took a few extra days off of work to go camping with some friends, who of course, cancelled on me at the last minute. Well, fuck ’em, I can still have fun. I decided to go a few hours further south and camp near the beach. As I arrived in town, countless swimsuit stores met my view. I could feel the urge growing to go inside and check them out. And since I was alone, hundreds of miles from anyone I knew, I was feeling daring.

Toxic relationship, but with odd/awesome sex [MF]

This relationship took place many years ago — and lasted for approximately two pretty unhealthy years — and included getting married, then divorcing. But this isn’t a therapist’s chair, and plus all of this took place decades ago, so I’ll avoid talking about the many bad parts of the relationship, and instead focus on the eye openers I’d experienced, at that point in time, sexually. Plus, if you read my submitted history, you will find that I live a pretty unique life, but, as always, I’d appreciate it if you don’t judge.

I am the male part of that relationship. I was 25 at the time, and pretty naive when it came to relationships, and she was 26, and definitely not naive when it came to relationships. As I got to know her better, she had divulged that she had been dating people since she was… 12. In addition, she claimed to have suffered a sexual assault at some point along the way, and while our sex life and relationship had always been “a bit off”, to put it mildly, the vast majority of our best sexual adventures took place after I’d been aggressive with her, or after she’d been aggressive with me. This is not to make light of sexual assault; it’s just an observation on my part, given my first-hand knowledge of what took place between us and all.

[MF] Muscles are sexy

When I was a regular gym goer, I friended, then started sleeping with, a woman from the gym. She was all about power lifting: squats, deadlifts, snatches, etc. She could DL 325, squat 285, and had the body built from years of dedication.

Thick thighs that would squeeze my head when I went down on her. A 6-pack that would be tense up when I made her cum. Arms that could hold me down as she rode me.

But, she was still a woman. She loved me to hold her close, fuck her hard, and treat her like my bedroom plaything.

I remember laying on top of her in the prone position. Her rock hard ass squeezing tight as I slowly pulled out, before thrusting back into her. The way her way rippled as she flexed, and how she growled for more.

Had one person tell me that “women aren’t supposed to have muscles”, and that “she looked like a man.”

If that makes me gay, then I’ll take all the beautiful hard bodies.

[MF] I was just the prey.

First of all I know that my texts are very long, but I dislike when people describe everything in 3 paragraphs.
So I have found myself with quite some time in my hands this week and decided to tell you another of my fun memories. One of the perks of living in Dublin is that you get to know people from all over the world, and fueled with loads of beer and jagermeister you make friends in a matter of minutes. Sometimes they develop into lifelong relationships, no matter how far you end up living.

One of these friendships was Marisa, this fun Brazilian girl that studied at the school I taught in Dublin. We developed a close bond, nothing sexual, but a couple of years ago she told me they had an opening at the language school she was running in Brazil, and I offered myself, two months later I was moving to Brazil to be very much underpaid, but expecting loads of fun. And boy did I have fun!

[MF] Netflix Interrupted

Hey everyone, I’ve been a reader for a long time now and have finally decided to write something here. I’m more used to writing naughty stories for individuals than writing about an experience in past tense so bare with me. This is gonna be long and detailed, with background info as well. I’ll make sure I mark where the story and good stuff start though so those of you who want can skip ahead ;)

Me: I’m tall, blue eyed, blond haired handsome sailor and in amazingly good shape.

Her: She’s tall, long brown hair, athletic body, amazing ass and perfect breasts (photos may be posted if I get permission for non face photos). She’s just as geeky as I am and we get along great both in and outside the bedroom. Oh and freckles, god I love the freckles.

[MM]y first BBC [anal]

I had some amazing sex a couple weeks back. I wrote this the day of and posted it in a couple other subs. I think it probably fits best here, though.

I’m bi, but lean more straight. But I occasionally get this insane craving for a big dick in my ass. I don’t have any regular male partners, so I have to resort to Craigslist or Tinder to get myself stuffed. I’ve been in one of these moments of intense dick craving, so I posted an ad on CL. I got one interesting response from an extremely attractive gentleman with a cock that is big enough to have made me nervous. So we go back and forth a bit, then set up a time to meet. I get there a few minutes early so I park around the corner and Internet for a few minutes. Out of nowhere, I feel a bubble in my belly so I try to let it squeak out. I gambled and lost (never trust a fart). A little bit of goo came out. I felt it immediately. By some stroke of luck, I had some napkins in my car. So here I am, parked in a nice, residential neighborhood on Chicago’s north side, frantically undoing my pants and putting napkins down the back to eliminate all traces of evidence. I decide quickly that I’ll go to the bathroom, find a wash cloth, and freshen up. Everything feels okay so I walk to M’s place.