As she was saying good morning, and feeding me breakfast sitting on the love seat next to her, I told her I was getting hard. I was fully dressed, business casual for work, she was naked, having just showered, applied makeup. Nothing better than cooking naked :)
Anyways, she puts the breakfast taco down, half eaten, and unzips my slacks. She gobbles my dick, and can’t believe how hard I am. She continues to suck and tongue me for a few minutes, but soon we want more.
I pick up her head, and guide her to stand in front of me. I turn her around so I am staring at her luscious ass. I stroke me cock lightly, as I tell her to sit on my dick. She bends down, and soon her pussy swallows my dick with her warmness.
She bounces on me for a few minutes. I casually wonder if she is getting her pussy juice on my pants, but due to the pressure building in the rest of my body, the thought is wisked from my head, not to return until later in the day. My wife bounces her body on my dick, I fondle her ass cheeks, and hold her as tight as I can as she slides up and down and cums. What a feeling.
I stand her up, lean her over the couch, with her hands and the seat, and begin to pound her from the rear, grabbing her hips as I slide into her pussy.
She has no clothes on, hands on the couch, ass in the air, feet slightly spread. I am fully dressed, dark grey pants, hands on her fips, watching her ass as she slides onto and off my dick, with my dick sticking out of the zipper of my pants as I fuck her.
Passion increases, strokes intensify, and then I am cumming. As I shoot into her, she also lets go, and climaxes with a few loud screams.
We fall into the chairs, smiling as only a proper fuck can make you, then with a kiss, finish getting ready for work.
An hour later, I walk into work. Getting started, I visit a few peoples offices, talking about the night before, the day to come, and tasks at hand. A few minutes later, I head to the bathroom. After finishing, I wash my hands, and catch a glimpse of whiteness by my zipper. I stop, take a closer look, and then quickly look around to see if anybody else is around. Luckily the bathroom is empty, as I quickly turn on the water and try to wash away my wifes dried pussy juices from both sides of my zipper. As I do so, I remember my thoughts from this morning, and yes, her cum is going to stain my pants :). I texted her this picture, https://imgur.com/a/ChdYo and I could almost hear her laugh with me.
Category: gonewildstories
[FM] ass training is my favorite part of the day
My boyfriend of a year and a half, Jake, has always liked ass play and I’ve never let it go any farther than the occasional finger or butt plug.
I’m still nervous for his full cock in my ass, but it will probably happen soon. (Stories to come)
We spent the whole weekend training my ass for his cock, since it’s bigger than any other guy I’ve been with.
When I got home from school Friday we cuddled for a while as we watched tv. After a couple hours he kissed me on the head and told me he was going to shower and to be ready how he likes me when he’s back.
I debated disobeying him to endure some punishment. Maybe get smacked around a little before getting fucked.
But I decided to be a good girl and put on my black lace babydoll and pull out my massager wand, some lube, a dildo and my anal bead vibrating probe.
He comes back into the room wet and smelling fresh. I kind of don’t even wanna play and just go straight for animalistic fucking. But again I restrain myself.
[group] Our first sex party and the build up to it
We have been wanting to share our experiences from “dipping our toes” in the lifestyle. We feel as though it may help others empower themselves and give it a try.
The lead up: we have been together for 3 years and have had a strong physical and mental attraction ever since. Nicole comes from a more reserved background while Anthony was pretty much a man whore growing up. Combining the two of us brought out her already strong sexual side. We felt comfortable enough to say what we wanted at any time. Eventually we added toys to the mix. This lead to all sorts of new experiences.
One night, Anthony had decided to share his desire to take the kind to the next level. He proposed sharing sexual images on the web to see how others would respond. People shared how turned on it made them and that they enjoyed how we fit together. One day we shared a snap chat of explicit content with a female friend. That friend enjoyed it and brought up the idea of joining us. At first we agreed that something like that is a big deal and we weren’t ready for that.
So[m]e stress relie[f] for the cashier
This was a very nice week talking about sexual activities, as I had two unplanned adventures :)
If you wonder about me and my other stories: I’m not in a relationship for some time now, so I enjoy having a FWB (see this story https://redd.it/5q2rxi ) but love to have some other adventures as well, like the first one this week (see here https://redd.it/5te569 ).
This is about the second one this week, that occured this thursday at work. It’s a bit strange since I had no sex the past few weeks (except with myself…).
Again: English isn’t my native language, so please be kind ;)
“You drive like so[m]eone is [f]ingering you”
It was a hot Australian summer day. I rested my feet up on the dashboard, smoothing out the lines of my black and white polka dot skirt. I adjusted the strap of my peach-coloured singlet top, while I squinted out the driver window at the airport parking lot.
I heard footsteps approach my car.
“Hello, there. I was wondering how much it is to get to the city?”
I looked across, out the window of the passenger seat with a big smile towards the man leaning down, lowering his sunglasses. He was here!
“Robbie!”
I quickly got out the driver side and came around the back of the car. I stood up on my toes and gave him a hug. He kissed my cheek and wrapped his arms around me, laughing.
“Woah, lady. Does that mean you’ll take me?”
I giggled. “Of course, and, for you, it’s free.”
“Why, thank you,” he smiled, giving my butt a quick pat.
[MFF] Afternoon Surprise
On a slow day at work my wife, Sabrina, text me to tell me that she has a surprise for me when I get home. Of course I start probing her for clues as to what the surprise could be and she is trying her best not to tell me. Finally, she can’t wait anymore and sends me a picture of her and another women kissing with the message “it’s finally happening”.
As soon as I see the message I get rock hard. After composing myself, I tell my boss there is a family emergency and leave without further explanation. On the way home, my heart is racing and all I can think about are the events taking place in my bed. Each minute of the drive feels like ten and it seems as if I get stopped at every traffic light. On the drive that seemed to last an eternity my wife sends pictures of the two of them progressing and I race home as fast as I can. At the next traffic light, I receive pictures of the two of them topless grabbing each other’s tits, then with their hands in each other’s pants with the caption ” you won’t believe how wet her pussy is”.
Alisha [FM]
Alisha is 5’5 petite, thick brown curly hair that stayed above the ears despite its length and somewhere in her early 20’s. We met on RAMD a few years ago when I lived in Toronto. Alisha and I had spent less then a week texting back and fourth. The growing tension of exchanged photos, long descriptive messages and a plan to sneak down to Toronto’s Path one night and find somewhere in its corridors to have each other.
For anyone who doesn’t know the Path is a massive series of interconnecting corridors, open spaces and shops that sits under the city of Toronto. It spans kilometres and connects dozens of buildings. During the day it is full of the bankers and down town folks who work in the skyscrapers above. At night it is empty. It feels like an endless mall. No windows just the white light of commercial bulbs.
We met first in a hotel that had an entrance to the Path. Of course these first moments are strange. I had a beer and she had some tea. We joked and talked. We were both who we wanted the other to be. I remember at first she had trouble making eye contact, more looking around the room as we laughed. As the drinks emptied we were locking eyes. I suggested we start exploring what sat below us and we headed to the entrance.
My First [MFM] Threesome – With My Boyfriend and My Ex
Lucky me finally got to check another box off my list last night: my first threesome, and boy was it one HELL of a night. Lots of fucking, double blowjobs, getting eaten out, and pegging. So strap in and get ready for a ride.
Some background: me [22F] and my boyfriend [23M] have recently been deemed the “sexy swingers couple” around our group of friends. Knowledge of my sluttiness has been passed from guy to guy, and us joking about it constantly probably doesn’t help my reputation much… Not like I want it to, honestly. We’ve become pretty comfortable with the idea of bringing someone into the bedroom, and we spent a lot of time looking for “the one.”
One person that came under our flirty radar was Anthony. Anthony was my ex-boyfriend from high school. We had dated before we even knew how to have sex, really, and after the breakup, we didn’t see each other for five years. Then, one night when hanging out at a high school friend’s house, bam. He walks right in.
[MF] The first girl from the restaurant
Some of you may have read my last story – the one with Suz. Well, despite us having dated for a few years, things only lasted a a couple more months after the events in that story. With both of us studying hard for exams, we had been taking less and less time to chat in the evenings, leading to the realisation that we weren’t actually that bothered by it. That coupled with the fact that I would be heading to uni soon (in the same country as Suz) I think it dawned on us both that neither of us really needed the other any more. We parted ways painfully, but amicably. The relationship had run its course, and whilst that hurt, we both knew it.
So by the summer I was single, and I had a couple of months to kill until heading to uni. I spent a good amount of this time working in a restaurant. I had already worked there a few years doing weekends just for a bit of spending money. The pay was okay but not great, and the restaurant, whilst being pretty high-end, could have been managed much better. It was always clean, and the food was great, but the pressure of the work environment was pretty intense. What made it better was the staff. I honestly got on amazingly with everyone who worked there, full-time and part-time alike.
[M]y Claire-voyant B[f]
“Do you trust me?”
We’ve been together for a while now. Why would he ask me that? This is the man that I’ve been having sex with for 7 months. The man that I walk around the house in sweat pants and no makeup in front of. That met my family. That I let try butt stuff that one time. How could he not be sure if I trust him?
“Of course I do,” I told him.
He looked at me seriously. “I want you to really think about it. This is different. You know I will take care of you. But I need you to be willing to trust me completely.”
My head was spinning. We were in the main bedroom of the cabin. I was sitting on the bed and he was standing facing me. We’d been discussing this weekend for a month. The sex hadn’t been bad… in fact, far from it. We had gotten to the point where we knew each other’s bodies and could bring out the best feelings in each other without much effort. But that was part of the problem. It didn’t take much effort. It wasn’t as exciting as it used to be. Orgasm had become routine and the passion had… changed.