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My wife was pregnant, and she needed my dick. [M/F]

I still remember exactly where I was when she told me. Living room couch, playing some video game (which one, I can’t remember). 2:30 pm, on a Saturday. The bathroom was behind me and to the left, so that if I craned my neck and looked, I could see the door from where I was sitting.

Emma was in there. She didn’t tell me that she was taking a pregnancy test. We had been married for a few years at that point.

I heard her fumble with the doorknob before the door pulled back quickly. So quickly that it startled me.

“Will, I’m pregnant.” She didn’t scream it, but it was said forcefully. Excitedly. The grin on her face was spreading.

“No…fucking…shit,” was all I could offer, staring at the result. Her smile beamed from her face, bright and cheerful. It was so big that I started smiling too. Read more »

Halloween sex, again! – Virgin Blood [m/f]

"Halloween sex, again! – Virgin Blood" or "How I Became The Biggest Slut I Know"

I tend to have exciting sex stories every Halloween. This year…well, it's not mind-blowing or anything, but it's been a while since my last story so I wanted to post something anyhow.

I usually try to make it a point to get laid on Halloween, not sure why exactly. I guess because I just love Halloween so much, and when I get excited and happy, I get horny. So, two days ago, on Oct 31st, I went to a Halloween party at a friend's house. To my dismay, I struck out a couple times. Near the end of the night, I made some sort-of joke about how I couldn't get laid, and some random guy said "Well if you need me, I'm here." At the end of the party, everyone left, but a few people decided to crash on the couches, including me. After my last failed attempt at getting laid (texting a sex-friend who wasn't able to meet on such short notice), I looked over at the people in the room. There were two people. One was a dude who was completely passed out. The other was the guy I had recognized as the person who made the casual "offering himself" comment. He was laying on the couch, on his back. He was tall, slim, and quite cute. I went over to him, and this is how the conversation went. Read more »

[M45]y romp with my girlfriend’s daughter’s 18 year old friend

I sure hope my girlfriend doesn't find out but if she hasn't by now I'm probably safe. Her 18 year old daughter (whom I've always respected) had her best friend staying with her for a few days. She's a very pretty girl, Hispanic, Asian looking eyes, a little chubby in the hips but a nice slim waste, I'd say 5' 1" and about 130lbs. The first couple of days she didn't pay too much attention to me but the night before this happened I took her and my girlfriend's daughter out for pizza and to the movies. During the pizza and afterward we kind of hit it off on some level. She had a wicked sense of humor and was into the Beatles, Bee Gees and other music that I really like that I never guessed she would be into. We got home and I said goodnight as i head for my girlfriend's room and our eyes kind of connected and she smiled and said goodnight. It reminded me of one of those eye contact moments you have when you're young and flirting but I didn't give it too much thought. I was there with my girlfriend, this was her daughter's best friend and there was a 27 year age gap though I do keep myself in shape and look much younger. The next morning my girlfriend had to be at work by 5am, I had the day off and my girlfriend's daughter had school that day (her friend had just graduated, my girlfriend's daughter still had another week, different districts I guess. I got up to make coffee and I was in my t-shirt and boxers, she was laying on the couch with her ear buds in. When I saw her I just kid of nodded good morning and she smiled back that same smile from the night before. I then went back to the room and started my shower. About a minute into my shower she knocked and poked her head in and said she had to pee really bad. I told her "go ahead, I'm washing my hair, my eyes will be closed." I'd just rinsed the shampoo when she got into the shower with me, butt naked. At that point I probably should have objected and told her to get out, this isn't appropriate but I guess you never know how you'll react to these situations into you're in them. I got hard instantly, started kissing her, she grabbed my cock, I started fingering her from behind. I turned the shower off, picked her up and carried her to the bed, ate her pussy, fingered her g spot until she came, she was a squirter and came multiple times, since she was clean I then flipped her over, ate her asshole for a few minutes, she loved it. I was dying to fuck her at this point and she wanted to be fucked, at this point the consequences didn't matter, it was all worth it. I was lucky and found a condom, my girlfriend had been operated so condoms are a thing with us but I just happen to find an old one tucked away in my wallet. I put her on her stomach, propped up her ass with a few pillows and straddled her ass and gave her a good fucking. She moaned throughout, she came a few times and then I finally came. We laid there cuddling for a while and talked about what happened. She said she was cool with it being a one time thing and promised not to tell. So far she hasn't and we haven't done it again.

I [23/M] had spontaneous, drunk sex with a friend of a friend [21/F]

I live in a small town where not much happens. I have a circle of friends here, there's about 10 of us who usually hang out during the weekends. Most of them are people I went to school with and a couple are work mates. But you know, it gets a bit stale. I love my friends and I love hanging out with them but sometimes you want to meet new people.

So this weekend my buddy John asked me to join him at a party in a much bigger city that's about 50 miles away from us. A girl he knew, Amanda, was going to a birthday party for one of her friends and had invited John. He in turn asked me to come since he knew I wanted to meet new people. I was excited and instantly said yes. Read more »

You[m17-23] don’t quit Crazy[f17-23]. Crazy has to quit YOU.

First of all, there is one simple rule for Dating Crazy: You don't quit Crazy. Crazy quits You!
I dated Crazy (her real name was Lacey, but the last few years I've always refered to "the crazy ex-girlfriend" or just "Crazy"). She was way way on the wrong side of the Vicky Mendoza Diagonal. I've seen her deliberately miss spotting another cheerleader doing a fall-back from a high stunt simply because the other cheerleader had been #1 on a "rank-all-the-cheerleaders-by-who-is-hottest" poll that went around school. Crazy was #3. #1 ended up in the hospital with a sub-cranial bleed. Crazy waited four years until #2 got married, and then slept with #2's husband while #2 was pregnant and then "accidentally" got caught blowing him in the half-painted nursery. Crazy for #1!
No denying that Crazy was hot, though. Otherwise, why would I ever have put up with her? She was an "all inputs" girl, taking it all the way down her throat as often and as enthusiastically as she took it all the way up her ass. Road head? Mandatory. Fucking while staying at her parents house? Better be prepared for some awkward breakfasts because nobody's going to bring up the subject of who was screaming "fuck me!" at 2AM last night even though everybody knows who was screaming "fuck me!" at 2AM last night. Public sex? Risky sex? Damn straight. Three-ways? "I'd like you to meet Heather, my friend from French 101." Crazy was a ball-sucker extraordinaire. She could make you cum from it. I've never met anyone else who could make a man cum from sucking his balls. I don't think I spent a weekend with Crazy where I didn't cum at least five times- and five would have been a LOW number. I once calculated how much of my cum Crazy had swallowed in the six years we dated- it was well over a gallon, and there wasn't a day when she didn't tell me she wanted more.
Two of my favorite stories about Crazy are the time when I came back from a meeting to set up my internship. We were both juniors. It was January. My birthday was in a couple of days. We'd been apart for a whole week. For Crazy, this was a "situation." Something had to be done. Something big.
When I got to the airport, she was dressed in a trench coat, holding a mylar balloon with "Happy Birthday, #1 Boyfiend" on it. We slogged out into the frigid Nebraska slush to where her car was parked. Despite the nearly empty lot, it was parked far from the terminal. We trudged over, balloon and luggage in tow.
When we got there, Crazy tapped me on the shoulder as I was loading the stuff into the trunk. I turned around to see her unbutton the trench coat and drop it to the ground. Underneath, she was bare-ass naked. I think it was like -5F at the time. Her nipples could have cut steel. She squatted down, took my cock out, and gave me a few quick sucks before yelling "holy fuck! it's cold out here! get in the car!"
Then instead of getting dressed, she threw her coat in the TRUNK of the car and climbed in the driver's seat.
The parking lot attendant got a nice long look at Crazy's stiff nipples and smooth-shaven pussy that night. I'm 100% sure his wife got the fuck of her life that night.
I came twice during the drive home. When Crazy decides you need to cum again, you cum again. She doesn't stop, not even to swallow your first load. It hurts like hell at first, but watching her gulp down two full loads of cum (sometimes even three) is worth it. The first load gets worked up into a kind of froth. You'd think it would act like extra lubricant, but it doesn't. It sort of makes the inside of her mouth and throat a little sticky. Doesn't stop her, though. Post-orgasm torture, some people call it. Maybe for a minute or two, but after that it's a damn fine way to drive home.
The rest of that night was standard Crazy. We fucked. She took it up the ass, several times. She started crying about how everybody hates her, how all of her friends are bitches, how I didn't call on Tuesday and she was sure it was become I was out screwing some skank, how if I didn't get it up NOW I'd never get another blowjob from her in my life. You know, standard Crazy. It was a valid threat- blowjobs were the only time I had five straight minutes without Crazy sounding, well, Crazy.
The other time was a little while after Crazy came in #3 in the "hottest cheerleader" poll. We were driving around looking for a gas station we'd heard would sell beer to under-21's if you flashed titty at the register operator. Crazy flashed like a dozen gas station attendants and got nothing but bug-eyed stares. So fuck it, we were just going to drive around while Crazy rambled on about how much she hated gas station attentandts and fuck them for not giving her beer. Best damn tits in Nebraska should get beer just for being the best damn tits in Nebraska (to which I voiced my strongest agreement, in an effort to ensure continued access to the best damn tits in Nebraska).
Then Crazy yells "STOP THE FUCKING CAR!"
I screech on the brakes and look for whatever had been about to kill us. Zilch. Not another car in sight. All I see is a strip club with…
Oh. Amateur Night Competition. At a strip club. Should be right up Crazy's alley. And having been right up Crazy's alley, I could tell it would be a hell of a ride.
So I turned into the parking lot and find a spot. Crazy was already in the back seat divesting herself of panties and bra. A few minutes and a couple of waivers of liability later, we're in the strip club doing shots with other "contestants." Turns out the other contestants weren't amateurs. They were just strippers from other clubs. Crazy's never been on a stripper pole in her life, so she's getting real nervous as contestant after contestant gyrates and swings like pros. Which they are. But Crazy's got one thing they don't have: She's underage and doesn't give a fuck. That's two things, actually. Oh, and she's way hotter than any of the "girls" who've gone on before. Which would be three things, but it's pretty dim in there so you can't honestly see how skanky some of them are.
So Crazy's turn finally comes, and she gets up on stage. She's supposed to do a two-song set, tittys out on the first set, bare-ass on the second. No self-touching, no touching by patrons, and a bunch of other rules. Scoring is by how many $1 bills get thrown on stage. Crazy yells up to the DJ. "Fuck it!" she says. "Turn up the fucking lights, and I don't need any fucking music!" and then she strips right off. Bare-ass naked with the house lights full on. Then she starts fingering herself and rubbing her clit, right in front of God and sixty drunken Nebraskan rednecks. All hell breaks loose. Crazy get practically covered with cash. The house mom storms out about three minutes into this. Crazy walks out of the club, disqualified but clearly the undisputed winner, butt-naked and clutching handfuls of cash. I follow, carrying her purse, shoes, and dress. Fucks given: zero. Sex that night: fucking insane. (epilogue to this story: Crazy went back the next night, spit in the house mom's face, and got physically ejected by bouncers while I tried to negotiate a night without police reports.)
Crazy never changed the entire time I dated her. Marriage was out of the question. I was willing to spend six years in mortal terror, but a lifetime? Not even a consideration. But it really wasn't my choice. I tried to break up with Crazy a couple of times. Never a good idea. I once made it an entire weekend- and then asked her to take me back because I had no idea how a butcher knife got embedded in the bed next to me. I never even woke up. Never told her it was because I was afraid she's slit my throat, either. I just called back and said "Baby, I was soooo wrong. Can you forgive me?" The next time I tried, she just looked at me and said "are you stupid or just forgetful?" I went with stupid. Worked just fine.
It all ended one day when Crazy and I got home from Wal-Mart and found that the check-out clerk had failed to credit Crazy $1.45 for a discounted item. Wal-Mart was a twenty mile drive from our apartment, but fuck you if you think you can short Crazy $1.45 and get away with it. She screamed about how she was going to rape kill that checkout clerk until her vagina bled into her asshole and she'd poop through her pussy. And that was some of the milder stuff.
If you're wondering why I went along with this, it was mostly for safety's sake. I followed Crazy to these things in the hopes that I could at least contain the damage. My job was to keep sharp edges and blunt objects out of Crazy's reach and maintain a keen eye on the horizon so we could get out of there before the cops showed up. This time, I was successful on the first objective but not so much on the second. Crazy blazed into that Wal-Mart like an avenging angel, rage-bound to do as much psychological damage to that checkout clerk as possible, hopefully make her cry and maybe even drive her to suicide. It's good to have goals in life.
Unfortunately, local cops were already there dealing with something else (I have no idea what). Neither of us noticed them until it was too late. About the fifth incoherent screamfest and seventeeth death threat, the checkout clerk pushed a panic button and Crazy found herself on the business end of a can of pepper spray. The list of charges was impressive, as was the sight of Crazy being carried out of the store on the shoulder of a 6'4" oxen-huge black cop.
Miraculously, Crazy beat the rap. Being insanely hot and having a rich daddy go a long ways towards obtaining justice. The charges were dropped, and the closest she got to punishment was a letter from Wal-Mart telling to stay out of every damn store they had, or would have, in the fucking entire universe. Not in those exact words, but the implication was clear.
I never got to see any of that because Crazy dumped me the next day after getting arrested. It seems that my failure to wade in and fight four very large and very armed cops for her was unacceptable. Note that I was not dumped for failing to talk her out of driving twenty miles to beat the fuck out some register drone, nor did I get any credit for taking away her "self defense club" (a spiked monstrosity that looks like something that Bowser would use to peg his boyfriend while complaining about "that bitch Princess Peach.") Nope. I was either gay or a coward or both because I didn't pimp slap a cop.
Oh, there was lots of post-breakup sex. The thing is, Crazy never really quits you- Crazy just shows up at 2AM for drunken anal sex because she knows you're engaged and wants to fuck it up for you. Which works because you're never going to date anyone half as hot as Crazy, and she knows it. You're fucked for life because nobody- and I mean NOBODY- does a single sexual act (oral, anal, doggie, missionary, in a chair, up against the wall, etc.) as good as she does. Most days, you're just happy to not be afraid anymore. But if Crazy calls, you're like "uh, Honey, there's something I have to take care of down at the office," and fuck you you're cheating on your wife & kids and you KNOW Crazy's got it all on camera in case you ever try to say "no" later on.
Crazy got married a couple of years back. She broke up cheerleader #1's family and married the guy. Three kids without a dad and a wife now a single mom just because some assholes in our high school ranked her above Crazy. It wasn't even her FAULT! None of the cheerleaders knew it was going on at the time. But fuck you if you get picked before Crazy. As far as I've heard, #1's ex and Crazy are still together. She called me the night of the wedding, sobbing hysterically about how she still loved me, and that I'll always be the love of her life, and that she doesn't want me to ever be out of her life. It was like being on the other end of the conversation that Sharon Stone has in the movie Casino, only with fewer mobsters. I hope. Anyway aside from one other time where she texted me while her new husband was fucking her in the ass (at least that's what she said was happening) and blaming me for "abandoning her," I haven't heard from her since.
So with luck, Crazy's finally quit me.
I've been dating a much calmer girl for a while. Things are going great, although it must kind of suck having someone like you because you're NOT particularly hot or sexy. Who knew that the lack of fear is an aphrodisiac?

No sex, but I can’t stop thinking about what happened yesterday (47M+19F)

I have a nephew who is 19 years old. I've known him since he was about 7 (he's on my wife's side). He is good friends with a family that his dad is connected to in various ways. One of the members of that family is Valerie, who is now also 19. I met her many years ago when she was little. She was always a really nice kid and I enjoyed spending time with her. Very polite and fun.

Anyway, I would see her periodically over the years, and it was cool to watch her grow up. As she got older, she really developed into a very pretty girl. For whatever reason, the two of us kind of connected. Obviously not in an inappropriate way, but as she got older there were a few times where it just felt awkward, for lack of a better word. She was a kid who seemed to have a thing for me, and I was 30 years older than her.

Some time went by and I didn't see her at all for a number of years. There was a divorce and as a result we just didn't spend time with her or her family. She lived on the other side of the country, so other than seeing her on Facebook, there was no contact. Until yesterday. Read more »

10 years together and the sex still rocks (M/F)

I know, I know, a lot of the stories on here are “hot” stories about hookups, fantasies come true, and other “naughty” deeds, but I’ve been married for almost 10 years, and I just wanted to share a story that–hopefully–can show that married sex can still rock your world.

So my wife and I have been together for nine years. We married relatively young, and so are both just now in our early 30s. We’ve had two kids, bought a house, basically hit all the major adult milestones.

About my wife–I really lucked into it. When we met in college, I’ll be honest, she was kind of nerdy (wore Batman shirts and glasses), but she knew how to have fun, and her personality could be really loud and she never took shit from anyone. And I loved it. She was unassumingly quite hot. She usually hid it under rather baggy clothing, and never really got dressed up, so I feel like a lot of people missed out on it.

She’s one of those women that really matures with age. It’s corny to say it, but as she’s gotten older, she’s gotten even hotter. I’ll straight up say it, she’s probably out of my league, but she loves me and our marriage is outstanding. This is basically the proof that nice guys do (sometimes) win. Read more »

My first threesome [MFF]

Hey all! Sorry about the delay. I meant to post this yesterday, but there was a "situation" at work and I had to pull a 10hr shift on what was supposed to be my day off, but you guys aren't here to hear me complain.

First, Lana and I noticed that I've only described Lana's appearance. So for the sake of those who like to visualize what they read, I will describe all three of us involved.

Like I said in my first post, Lana is tall, tan (less tan than when we met, but still more tan than I), light blue eyes (almost Icy looking), long blonde hair, awesome cheek bones (like Victoria Justice level), dimples, and has 32Ds. Now what I didn't mention, is that the rest of her body is redonkulous. She runs and does yoga everyday, giving her a perfect body. Flat stomach, long legs, and a cute little butt. Overall, I think she looks like a blonde Aidra Fox but with bigger boobs. Read more »

Mall Mouthful

I just came in her mouth, erupting what felt like gallons of hot pungent semen deep into her throat. Dutifully, she removes her hands from where they had been gently squeezing my balls while I came and then clasps them behind her back. Leaning forward, she pushes her head down until my already softening cock is deeply embedded in her throat.
An eternity passes, during which I slowly but surely detumesce, growing gradually flaccid, until my completely limp cock is nestled in her mouth. It's heaven. Warm, relaxing, just enough sensation to be utterly enjoyable but not enough to get that "omg, she keep sucking!" jangly feeling. I ease back in my chair and relax.
Even the best things must end eventually. And so I gently carress her neck and shoulder while nudging her upwards. Careful to prevent any precious liquid escape, she slowly draws her lips upward I fall out of her mouth. There's a tiny glob of cum left in my cock, so I bring it up to her face and use it like lipstick, giving her a wicked little gloss to complement her bluging cheeks.
"How long do I make her hold it this time?" I ask myself. Should I give her her reward quickly, letting her swallow it all in one gulp? Or should I let her savor it for few minutes- or hours?
It's been a while since she's had a really long cum tasting session. We've been super busy working on a friend's campaign to be elected a local alderman, and sex has been something of a catch-as-catch-can proposition. I decide to give her a special treat tonight.
"Let's get dressed," I tell her. "We're going shopping." She shivers in anticipation.
I throw on some jeans and a t-shirt. She puts on a sweater dress (no bra- good girl!), bends over, and spreads her ass open wide. I reach into the side table and pull out a jewel plug- her reward for a previous "good deed-" and coat it with lubricant. The slender end of the cone goes in easily, but she winces as the much wider base stretches her unprepared anus. It's in, and all that's left to see is a brilliant azure crystal covering her "little rose."
The mall is packed. It's a Saturday night six weeks before Christmas, and to top it off some sort of local event is going on. She knows what that means to a "going shopping" session- we're gonna be there a while. A LONG while. Rule #1 is that we have to go through every section of every store. Best to get cracking, no pun intended.
We enter our first "anchor" store. It's a Macy's, and there's some kind of sale associated with the event. Pushing our way through crowds, we go from Jewelry to Cosmetics to Petites to Boys & Men to … well, you get the picture. It takes forever. I'm tempted to call it quits, but when I offer she shakes her head "No!" so vigorously I'm worried she'll spray cum-saturated saliva all over the store. All right, babe. Press on. Store after store, section after section, we "go shopping." It's blindingly obvious that she has a mouthful of something. The female clerks who guess what it is give us disapproving/disgusted looks. The male clerks just stare intently trying to figure out if they're guessing correctly. Nobody says anything, but she lives for the moments when they "get it" and know she has a mouthful of my cum. She'll want to spend the rest of the night talking about them, discussing in infinite detail "the moment" that they figured it out.
We're almost to the Lawn & Garden section of Sears, our last stop before we wind our way back through the halls to the exit closest to our car. Her mouth is bulging now due to the added saliva, so we hurry, taking turns pulling each other behind by the hand.
Quickly home, and I make her strip off and kneel before me. Time to grant her wish:
More gentle than a feather, I place the tip of my index finger on her lips. Slowly, agonizingly building up her level of anticipation, I draw my finger down, over her chin, caressing the underside and then past her pale delicate neck, stopping briefly at the little hollow between her collar bones, then down again, past her breasts, base of her sternum, across her waist, and then (this requires me to kneel as well) inserting it deeply into her pussy.
Permission granted by this ritual, she slowly swallows my cum while I finger her to orgasm. The last gulp is accompanied by a glorious shudder and deep spasms as her ecstacy overcomes her. I carry her limp body to the bed and then tuck her in for the night. We'll save the "who figured it out" talk for another time. She's exhausted, triumphant, satiated. It's time for a nap.