[F,M] Shameless

I’ve been told that if you are very talented at something and at the same time sincerely enjoy doing it, that is the best case scenario. My talent is sucking cock; I’m told I am really very good at it and I don’t just enjoy doing it, I fucking love it. Win Win, right?

I discovered this early on in high school. I grew up a military brat on bases overseas. In tenth grade I was hanging out after school with a friend when he began talking about sex and how horny he always was. One thing led to another and soon he was standing in front of me, his jeans unzipped and his cock out. I started to just jerk him off when he asked me if I would suck it. So I put my mouth on his cock and just began doing what came naturally. He came twice that first time. Soon I was sucking him off two or three days a week after school. Of course, guys talk, and soon he invited his best friend over and I was sucking them both off. By the time I left high school I was regularly sucking off four of the most popular guys in school, some times separately, sometimes together. I loved it.
And believe me, they loved it. I didn’t really care that they had other girlfriends or didn’t date me. I was getting what I wanted and so were they.

I(M) wasn’t who she(F) thought I was!

Not long after I graduated from college, I ended up taking a trip to Vegas — to party and meet up with some friends that lived there. The night was pretty epic (as they tend to be in Vegas), as a couple my friends worked in the club scene there and got us under the ropes all around town.

The crew was me, two friends I played football with in college, and a girl we all went to school with, Jen. Jen was a bit of a party girl in college, but super cool, and a notoriously great wingman — to paint the picture, she was short, petite frame, short dirty-blonde hair, with average looks, but some very real and very large breasts; you know the kind of the girl that maybe wasn't first choice at the bar, but would get your undivided attention in a bikini. Anyway, we ended up making our way around town, getting hit on by a swingers couple at Hard Rock, bottle service at Rain then Ghost bar, a trip to the Rhino and finally, some late late night action with the working girls at Dre's. How the night actually ended was a bit of blur, but I think we had all piled into a cab with an intention of checking out this swingers club we'd been invited to, but before long Jen tapped out and asked if we could drop her by her house. Being well past drunk, I jumped out at her place too and asked to crash on her couch.

That ti(m)e I was paralyzed by a blow job

This is a story from a time not so long ago.

I was 24, working a cellular gig at a larger Canadian company. A very pretty blonde that we'll call Sarah comes in needing a battery for her phone. I had owned the same phone as her, mine was cracked so I'd updated it and still had the battery at home. Let's be honest. I offered it based purely off how insanely attractive she was.

The date was set and Sarah and I met up for the swap. We ended up talking for a good half hour and realized there was quite the connection between us.

So Sarah and I started hanging out. I lived in a skyscraper on the 11th floor parallel to another building. My suite faced the other building. We both smoked weed at the time and her favorite words upon coming over was

"Do you want to smoke weed then fuck, or fuck then smoke weed?"

God I loved hearing that. She was way out of my league at the time.

That time in the gym showers that I realized sexuality wasn’t black and white… [m/m]

This story goes back a few years. I’ve always been pretty open when it came to sexuality, I thought the everything associated with sex was erotic and therefore, boobs, vaginas, penises, they all had their part to play, so it all made me pretty excited. Going through high school and college, I didn’t even think about guys until I moved back to Los Angeles and had been out here a few years. I’m still not really sure what made me so curious. Maybe it was not getting laid by women as often as I liked, maybe it was knowledge of how easy finding a guy to explore with would be, maybe I loved the attention. It was probably a combination of all three and likely things I haven’t even considered. But there I was, driving through the city, horny as hell after working a long day and only halfway through my commute home. I didn’t have a girlfriend, that had ended a few weeks ago so there wasn’t anybody waiting for me at home. As I said, I’m not sure where the initial idea came from (or at least which head), but it came quickly. I was driving through West Hollywood, the “gay” part of town (for those uninitiated) and drove right past a 24 Hour Fitness. I had the membership where you could use any of the locations, and I knew right then that I was going to go in and have an orgasm no matter what.

[F4M], [F4M] Nice to meet you

        Bilal looks a little impatient, enough quirk, more flesh. He interrupts me, “You told me that before,” and that might be true because I can’t move past it. I stick a little movie in my head, his flesh, softer and drier than almost anyone else. Weeks later when I understand he’s as warm as a cedar plank in a sauna, something vital in me relaxes. This last time I remember how garlic was sharp in the room, and I can’t remember if he kissed the inside of my thigh or if I just wanted him to. I’m sure he would have, and isn’t that the point of these types of reminiscences?

 

        In bed I’m on my stomach and he knows to put that hand of his on the back of my neck and ask in my ear if I want to be slapped. I say no, I mean yes, but he and I talk so differently about the same goddamn thing that I think it’s best to keep it vanilla. We have not discovered any prolonged period of chemistry, and he likes not knowing me, keeping things a little role play and anonymous. He’s healthy and gorgeous and I might be the only legit weirdo in his bed.

The wife and I are thinking about swapping with other people to spice things up, experienced opinions are needed

We are open minded to some point, I don't mind her fucking someone else and she doesn't either, we agreed to have a "free day" every now and then, where we could have sex with whoever we want as long as we don't tell each other who we had sex with, honestly I fucked her young sister and her best friend, and I suspect that she had sex with her ex boyfriend, but now we are thinking about taking it to the next step, which is swapping with other couples in the same place, I'm afraid that we're going to regret it once she sees me with her own eyes fucking another woman, the same goes for me.

Anyone had any similar experience? Is it regrettable? How did it feel? Was it awkward?

Sex on a baseball (F)ield with older (M)an

So this all happened a little over 11 years ago, but I thought it would be appreciated. There's a bit of background so I'll put a ***** when the good stuff starts. The summer before I went away to college I was seeing this guy Dave who was, at that point, the only guy I'd ever done anything more than kiss. I had been a good girl to that point (I went through my wild slutty phase later.) I was also fairly cute. I was 5'9, 170 and just built solid (I was a softball catcher) with a 38DD and (what I'd been told to be) and damn nice ass. I had brown shoulder length hair and brown eyes. Dave and I were at an awkward point of not really broken up and not really together that summer. We were both pretty smart (not bragging, we just were) and realized that we were going to colleges almost 4 hours apart that fall and weren't strong enough to last long distance. We had already talked about it and agreed that we wouldn't continue as more than friends once we went away, but never really discussed what we were that summer. Dave played on a summer league baseball team and I attended most of the games and kept the scorebooks for them. It was a Sunday evening game and I was standing at the end of the dugout talking with Dave when his coach Sean came over to talk to us. I had a thing for Sean for the two previous seasons when I had kept score and it hadn't really subsided at all. He had made a few flirty comments to me and once said if I kept wearing such short skirts or shorts to the games I was going to get him in trouble. Obviously him saying that only led to shorter. That night I had on a super short, tight jean skirt and tank top (probably in the team colors, I don't remember. I just remember it showed a fair amount of cleavage.) Sean was 32 and my idea of perfect looking. He was about 6'2, 210, with brown hair and brown eyes and the nicest arms I had ever seen. I've always been attracted to nice arms and these ones made me wet just looking at them. He had recently separated from his wife and was going through a divorce so I think he was letting out his frustrations working out. Anyway he came up to where Dave and I were talking and started talking with us. "So what have you two been up to this weekend?" he asked us. "I worked Friday then we went out to celebrate Jenna's birthday last night," Dave said. Sean raised an eyebrow at me and smiled "18?"
I nodded. "Since last Wednesday." "Well happy birthday! Welcome to adulthood," and he stepped over and gave me a giant head. "I want that ass now that you're legal," he whispered in my ear as he hugged me, a little too long to make Dave comfortable but not long enough for him to say anything. He let go of me and ran off to the field for the warm ups. Dave said bye and he'd talk to me after the game and did the same. All game I kept thinking about what Sean had said and how I would go about arranging that (there was no question in my mind if he wanted it, I would.) As I said, Dave had been the only guy I'd ever slept with and although I didn't regret it at all, I was really hoping there was more to sex that that. I had been his second ever and the first one hadn't really taught him any skills. Mostly it had been either me blowing him or him fingering me a little bit followed by him humping me for a few minutes until he came. He had gone down on me a few times, but it never lasted more than a few minutes and he said he didn't like it. I had cum once being on top of him, but hadn't been vocal enough to ask for more of that. All other orgasms I'd had at that point had been self inflicted. The game went a little late that night so it was dusk when it ended. I went into the dugout to give the scorebooks to Sean as he packed up random bats, helmets, balls, etc into his bag and the team celebrated on the field. "I was serious," was the first thing he said to me. I could feel myself get wetter as I smiled and nodded. "That ass is mine. Come back in 10 minutes?" I just continued nodding.
I turned and jogged out to Dave and walked to his car with him. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek ("Sorry, babe, I'm all sweaty.") and left so he could get home and get to bed for work the next morning. The remaining players and families were getting into vehicles and leaving so I did the same and drove down to the local convenient store to get a water and some condoms.
I very briefly debated just driving on home but returned to the park. At this hour it was deserted and the baseball diamond and parking lot were set back from the street behind some trees. Sean was the only one there, loading the bags into his jeep when I got there. He got the sexiest smile when he saw me pull up. I climbed out of car and walked up to him, smiling back.

(MFM) 1st time sharing my wife

My wife is a beautiful redhead. 5'5 120 small perky breast and a nice big ass for her size.

We've tried a few different sites with no luck. I suggested making a craigslist post. Within 2 hours we had close to 70 replies.

I showed her a few of the guys. She liked a gentleman who was 31 6'2 190ish 8 fat inches. We set a time and place to meet and she got super nervous! We got to the bar 1st., we had a few beer and he showed up. He was handsome and funny, I could see all the nervousness melt away. We had two beers with him and head to his place.

Once at his we made small talk for a bit and I had to go to the bathroom. I came back to see my beautiful wife laying on her stomach completely naked sucking his cock. I was instantly hard at this sight! After a few minutes of me watching they noticed me. He moved to eat her pussy and she motioned me over. I dropped my pant and watched as she sucked my cock.

Spicy Married Fucking

Wifey dressed up for me, spent some time on makeup, wearing a delicious little black dress with straps across the back, underneath she was wearing these suspender hose or thigh highs with the garter attached, heels…she looked sexy as fuck. Her plump ass and pussy exposed for play when I pulled up her dress.

She walked to me and we kissed hard, tongues dancing. I could tell that her primping for me had turned her on.

She had been a little bratty recently, so I manhandled her a bit, roughly turning her around and put her face down on the bed, feet on the floor..grabbed and raised her dress to reveal her big, juicy ass…"so you've been a bad girl" … SWAT !!! as she started to answer..the stockings with garter attached framed her round ass nicely and I continued to spank her…switching cheeks…pausing occasionally to take note of the bright red hand prints…soon her whole ass was red. After one final SWAT! I kept her face down on the bed, hand on her ass or lower back, as I stripped of my my clothes.

The story of [m]y current [F]WB, who answered my craigslist ad offering a foot rub!

My craigslist ad promised the "best foot rub you've ever had," and went on to explain that more was not necessary, but it was offered with equal zeal and promise of enjoyment. It was a foot fan's pipe dream ad, not one I ever expected to get a real response to. I have an appreciation for feet, a mild fetish, but feet are not required to be incorporated into my sex life for me to have fun. I had no real responses for a while, and then I got a promising one with a real picture of very nicely pedicured feet, and some questions about me. She described herself as "squishy," but not fat, older than me, and attached. I have no issues with any of those qualities in a partner, and her feet did look lovely, so I replied in kind. After some reasonable back and forth via e-mail, a couple of more pictures exchanged, and a mutual desire to move things forward, we exchanged numbers.