A sexy card game with [m]y new wi[f]e on our honeymoon

I just recently got married, and wanted to share one of the most amazing nights of sex I’ve ever had, which happened on the honeymoon. We had a lot of other amazing sex that week, but this night stands out in my mind due to what a growing & learning experience it was.

Everyone loves details, so I’ll get that out of the way:

Me: 34, 6’0, 200lb. Dark hair parted on the side and a beard. Blue eyes.

Her: 29, about 5’7 and maybe 130. Curly brown hair, green eyes. B-cup boobs and a curvy butt. She looks a lot like Anne Hathaway.

We’re not reserved, but we haven’t been that adventurous, either. Being the honeymoon, and knowing she was bringing some new lingerie, I wanted to bring something to spice things up too. Some intensive shopping lead to me picking up “Creative Conceptions You and Me, A Game Of Love and Intimacy”. It’s got a bunch of cards (a stack for each gender), a die, and a sand timer. You basically take turns rolling the die to see who will draw a card and then that person does the task and gets the reward points. The winner (who performed the most tasks) gets to say what happens after the game ends. There’s rules about only being allowed to “pass” on 1 card, but we waived that since it would be more cringy than fun if we had to do things we definitely weren’t into.

Then and Now (group sex)

The beginning. My first wife of nine years passed away when she was only 39. We were married only nine years (no children) and the first five it was all about us. We were both in the military during a time when work hard play harder was the name of the game.

We had a mutual friend who was divorced and would hang out with us. I could tell he lusted after my wife and they would flirt alot. My wife was very fit with peircing blue eyes. One night after playing sofball and a few beers we ended up back at our place. We all showered and settled in for more drinks.

Eventually I was getting tired from the being out in the sun all day and the beer. I told them I was going to bed and they could keep at it. I lay down the hall and the talking became whispers. Eventually my wife came into the bedroom and said my friend needed to talk to me. She stayed in the bedroom.

Missed Opportunities

As I reflect back on my conservative upbringing I realize how sheltered and naive I used to be. I'm not really sure if these stories belong here or not, but I've been tempted on multiple occasions to write them, so without further ado, I present missed opportunities.

Early in my freshman year of college I found myself dating a junior named Maggie. Maggie was a tall skinny brunette, with chin length hair, gorgeous blue eyes and a killer smile. I met her through one of the religious organizations on campus and we immediately hit it off. I wasn't all that interested in dating a Christian woman, but finding her attractive I played the roll that got me in. She.talked about how she wasn't interested in just dating for fun, but rather wanted to date with the idea of finding a husband. Of course I was too (rolling eyes). It wasn't long before the kissing started and we had quite the fondness for making out. I'd meet her at her apartment after class and we'd spend hours lip locked. Often Maggie would straddle one of my legs while making out and looking back now I realize she was getting off on me while kissing.

[m]y memories of the best [f]wb I had

I have to say I’m a little disappointed with this sub as I was hoping that these would all be real stories. I can tell you that this was is 100% real. I’m not a novel writer so pardon the crappy writing quality. We went our separate ways 3 years ago but met 3 years earlier on a dating site. This site also had a “casual” section which I definitely explored and was my primary category to browse. I found Jen’s (no not her real name) profile and something didn’t fit. The profile was too “nice”. So trying to play off as a gentleman I asked her if she was lost lol. That’s how we started chatting, texting and pretty soon I forgot about the site all together and didn’t bother replying to anyone else that would message me. We exchanged pictures and did the whole email, texting, calling for quite a while. She was about 5’5 and slim.. not anorexic skinny but definitely thought she worked out. She didn’t. Lucky her. Being on the slim side her chest wasn’t eye popping but definitely something there to play with.

She thought She Was Alone in the Woods

Its one of those days where you can feel the color. A crisp breeze stirs up a swirl of orange, red and brown leaves on the ground feet below my stand. The way the golden leaves pop against the clear blue sky is why I really hunt. Sure, the meat, the trophies, its all great, but the best part is being alone up in my stand watching and listening to the life around me. Its not the kind of life I am used to watching. Being an avid people watcher and a fan of life's odd events its refreshing to cut ties with human contact just for a few hours. Two birds, one stone: clear my mind, fill my freezer. I hear movement coming from behind my stand. It is only faint leaves crackling in the distance. Its getting closer, but moving very slow. Too slow and heavy for a squirrel. I was also pretty sure it wasn't a deer, which is what I am out here for. My buddies were supposed to be hunting a little east so the footsteps getting closer to me made no sense. I slowly shift in my stand to look over my shoulder at whatever is causing that noise. What I turn & see is certainly not what I am expecting. A few yards away from my stand was a woman, alone, not dressed to be out hunting. Hasn't anyone told her that the woods during bow season is not somewhere a girl just goes wandering around alone, especially this close to sunset. What the hell was she doing out here, alone, with nothing more than a hoodie, sneakers and tight jeans. Those jeans, by the way, are giving that tight little ass a firm hug & clinging to her slim yet strong things. What the hell is going on here? I'm sitting in my stand, minding my own business, waiting for my deer and out of nowhere comes this. What do I do? Should I just sit here like a creep in a tree or scare the living shit out of her and say something? She's just a few feet away now, close enough to see what little sun that can get through the leaves above reflecting off of her long brown hair. I can see her bright green curious eyes examining the land I just traveled to get to my stand. I can hear the slight tune that she's humming. The humming stops. She stops. Does she see me? She looks like shes lost in thought. I am captivated by her grace, something magnetic about her that's making my blood feel heavy in my veins. She's looking around now, like making sure shes alone. A long heavy sigh escapes her lips. I am surprised I haven't noticed by now how lush her lips are. Turned up at the corners slightly like a smirk, like a secret she's keeping. What the hell is she doing out here… ALONE? She parks that adorable little ass on a fallen log almost directly under my stand. She's going to scare the deer away. Hopefully she knows the suns going down quick and she'll scoot out out of here soon. She takes a deep breath and you can see the tension leaving her shoulders, her small frame appearing less wound up. She leans back on a branch that sticks out of the fallen trunk. I hope she doesn't look this way and see me. That could get awkward! She puts her hands in her hoodie pouch and takes another deep breath. When she takes her hands out of the pocket one hand slides down past the waist band of her snug jeans. A sliver of her creamy stomach shows. Very low slung pants reveal the shadow of her hip bone. Sexy, not sticking out, but lean. A bit of black lace panties peak out between her milky skin and denim. As her fingers slide deeper into the jeans, where once a light sigh came out, was now a deep moan that escaped her parted lips. I can only imagine that mouth wrapped tightly around my cock, which is now throbbing by the way. I could tell by the fast breathing and movement under her tight jeans this young lady was certainly enjoying herself. So was I, what a show! I am glad I didn't interrupt her. I can imagine her long fingers parting the moist folds and swirling her clit around. I wonder how she tastes, how she feels. Her free hand massaged her belly and worked up to caressing her breast. Not much more than a handful of tits, but it fit her small frame. When she finally penetrated herself with her finger a louder deeper moan came out as her knees curled up closer to her body. I can only image what her tight pussy would feel like clamping down on my hard dick. When she came her face looked so peaceful, eyes lightly closed and a grin of satisfaction. She sits for what could be a long moment or mere seconds, its hard to tell with a pulsating bulge in my pants driving me insane. She gives one last deep sigh, pulls her hand from her warm pussy and gets up. She smooths out her pants, re situates her hoodie, runs her fingers through her hair and goes back to humming her tune. She glances around to be sure no one but the woodland creatures witnessed her little show and nearly begins skipping away. I am left in my tree stand baffled. What the fuck just happened? The sky was beginning to darken & change colors. Its time to head back to my truck. I am going to have to get a beer on the way home. What a night, no deer but still a fantastic opening day.

My Alicia, part 2. [f+f]

First, I'd like to genuinely thank everyone for the response to my last post. Alicia was someone I never thought I'd speak about publicly as no one currently knows of my bi-sexual past except for my SO. Even he doesn't know how involved it got.


Alicia and I lay on her bed, talking about the complexities of the universe in our post sex glow. It was funny, meeting through our ex-flames as we did. She stroked her fingers along my arm and watched them travel down, sliding them under my arm to rest on my hip. She pulled me in close and gave me the most warm, affectionate hug I’d had in months. I nuzzled into her neck and just breathed in. Her hair smelled like flowers and her skin had that slightly sweet smell of sweat and sexual release. I was enamored.

She leaned in and pressed her cheek against mine as she whispered “Ready to go again?” I stiffened in the embrace, a blush returning to my face as I realized what a ridiculous reaction it was. Of course I was ready. “Uhm…” I mumbled against her skin, “I could be persuaded. Yes.” I smiled to myself as she laughed.

Just, you know, your average prom night story [m/f] (long!)

Another one of my favorite memories :) writing these out and reliving them is the best aphrodisiac ever!

The night of my senior prom began with my friend Kody coming over. We had an appointment to get our hair and makeup done before coming home to change into our dresses. Kody was my best friend back then. She knew me better than a lot of people, but she didn't know much about my relationship with my boyfriend Mike, just a few details. I had been dating him for a while. He was older and worked at my bank, which is where we met. I kept the whole situation pretty private. Mike was too old for me, I knew that. But, I loved going out with him. I was learning so much, sexually and in other ways. He was my first sex partner, and incidentally he became the person who helped shape my sexual appetite and fetishes.

Kody and I came back to my house after hair and makeup was done. We looked good, but we were still in jeans and t shirts. Kody pulled her dress out of my closet, where she had stashed it.

The Leggy Blonde Part 3

Well, we caught feelings for each other. The writing in this is a lot more intimate and passionate since we are no longer just hooking up. Also, I never gave our ages: Olivia 22, myself 24. If you don't want the details jump to the BOLD section below.

I was debating what to do, I wanted to see Olivia more consistently, but I didn’t know what she was looking for. I asked her out for drinks Saturday evening, it seemed like the right move, casual (like our 2 hook ups in the last week) but more just a bit more. If she wanted FWB then this wasn't too strong of a "date" but if she wanted a relationship then this was just a stepping stone.

She parked around the corner from my apartment and texted me where, I told her not to move I'd be right there to pick her up. She was sitting in her car when I pulled up; she got out revealing herself in a flower print sundress. She looked amazing wearing it. The top covered her perky handfuls but showed a lot of her chest above them with medium straps, it tapered to hug her waist and the bottom was loose and cut above mid thigh on her. Before I could get out to greet her, she had slid into the passenger seat and leaned over for a kiss. Which I happily gave. My car, being a stick shift, gave me ample opportunity to spy those glorious legs and move my hand to her knee between shifts, which put a big smile on her face.

[M]y first big black cock

Sorry about the long post guys but there were a lot of details I wanted to include!

A little about me. I'm 27, masculine bi, white, with a ripped/lean build. My best quality physically would have to be my big bubble butt. I get compliments about it from a lot of women and even some men. I'm a bottom and have only fucked 5 guys my entire life, 4 white and 1 Latino. And I finally got my chance to get fucked by a black cock just a week ago.

Last Friday night, I decided to grab some dinner with a friend of mine in Hollywood. After we were done, my friend offered to give me a ride home but I told him I'd uber it. It was only a 25 minute drive anyway. I made my way down the street and stood at the corner of the street trying to call a ride and behind me were 2 black guys just hanging out and chatting. Both were good-looking, pretty dark, and very huge/muscular.

I’m having a sexual relationship with my “stepmother”

I don't consider her a mother. She is only 8years older than me(I am 23M) She is currently 31. My mother died when I was young. I am the youngest of 3 siblings.When I was 19 and my dad was 55 He married a 28 year old woman. She is within the same generation as my older siblings who were 26 and 25 at the time…. They were married for 3 years until my dad died at 58 a year and a half ago. I am still saddened by his loss but it's just a fact of life,everyone will expire afted a certain time.

These past few months I've been visiting my dad's old house more often (we're not rich,its just an average home but it holds so many memories ). My "stepmom" still lives there and we have cordial relationships with her. She became more touchy with me lately saying I remind her of my father.Long story short I gave in to her later on. I cant help it. Shes is just fucking hot. I love her sexy figure. Her breasts and she gives amazing blowjobs. We regularly meet up to have sex,mostly renting rooms. I try to avoid my dads old house. I feel like I am disrespecting his memory.