[MFM] [32F] [34M] [38M] The first time my ex-wife squirted

My ex-wife and I were and in an open relationship and looking for other men to bring into the bedroom. After searching on various online sites we finally found a decent guy to meet up with that had similar interests and wanted to meet up with us.We went out for drinks and had some awkward conversations that turned into much more flowing as the night went on and we got a few drinks in us.

We make it back to our place and are all sitting on the couch wondering who’s going to make the first move. My ex-wife gets up and asks me to pull her pants down so she can get more comfortable. As I was taking her pants down I could feel my cock start springing to life with anticipation of what may happen. The guy joining us and I also got down to our underwear and plopped back down on the couch. I could see his bulge through his briefs and continued to get excited.

My ex found out I was fucking her friend [MF] pt. 2

This part two of the story. Broke it up so it wouldn’t be so long of a read. Link to part two.

I took some time to compose myself after I fucked Nat, and then I text to let Molly know that she had left. I wanted to let her know everything that happened even if we weren’t serious. Quickly, she messaged back:

“I’m busy right now but come over in the evening so we can talk about it!”

I got showered and dressed and when it was time, I went over to Molly’s place. When I walked in Molly was wearing some short lounge shorts and a white tank top with no bra. She poured out some drinks for us then led me over to the couch so we could talk. She saw me a bit nervous and before I could start, she spoke:

“Hey, if you’re nervous about telling me you guys fucked, don’t worry about I figured that would happen. Not to mention Nat called me right before you messaged me and told me she had just fucked you. I’ve known Nat for a hell of a lot longer than you. Don’t think I don’t know her go-to moves. So, enjoy your drink and tell me all the details!”

My ex found out I was fucking her friend [MF] pt. 1

This story started on a Friday in which Molly, and I had separate plans. I was going to go hang with friends as was she. I received a call from her as I got ready.

“Are you already on your way there?”

“I’m about to leave in a few. Why?”

“Come over.”

“For?” knowing full well what she wanted.

“You gonna make me beg?”

“Absolutely.”

Molly released an exaggerated sigh before saying:

“Can I pleeeease have your cock before I go out tonight?” she said in an exaggerated tone.

“That’s better. I’ll be right over.”

“I’ll leave the door open for you.” She said giggling

I finished getting ready and ubered to Molly’s apartment. I could hear music coming from her bedroom. As I walked in, I saw her applying making at her vanity mirror wearing only a pink thong. Molly sees me enter from the reflection in her mirror. She smiles and without saying a word gets up and walks to me and kisses me. She looks to me and say:

“mmm.. I’m already so wet for your cock. I’m sorry this has to be a quickie.”

I (F24) fucked my gorgeous colleague (M27) in a hotel room after watching his band play (Pt 3) [FM]

**Part 3: The Hotel Room**

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The door has barely closed before Markus has pushed me onto my back on the kingsized bed, crawling on top of me. He dwarfs my petite frame and only spends a few moments placing hot kisses on my mouth before pulling his t-shirt off and slinging it aside.

While he’s doing so, I prop myself up on my knees and watch him, biting the end of my thumb. His body isn’t jacked, but it’s toned and lean. I follow the lines of the V above his jeans with my eyes – X marks the spot – and reach out to pop open the button.

“Not so fast,” he smirks, catching my hand in his fist and gently pushing me back onto my back. I feel a swell of disappointment.

“You don’t want to?”

“Sarah,” Markus cocks a playful brow and places the flat of my palm onto his crotch. Through his jeans, he’s rock hard. I gasp, run my hand up and down the length of it, and he breathes shakily, taking my hand away and pinning my wrists either side of my head. “I fucking want to,” he confirms, “but I want to do this more.”

I (F24) fucked my gorgeous colleague (M27) in a hotel room after watching his band play (Pt 2) [FM]

**Part 2: The Hallway**

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It doesn’t take us long to reach the hotel, but the wait feels like years with all the heat and tension coursing through us.

“Just through here,” I tell Markus when we’re inside, taking a right down a hallway towards the room. Before I can walk too far, though, Markus’s hands are on my shoulders and he presses me into the wall. His mouth is on mine before I can take a breath. His lips are soft, damp, moving slowly but intensely for a while, his tongue finding mine and licking hot strips of want into me. I groan softly into his mouth and something shifts. Markus’s guitar falls off his shoulder onto the ground and I expect it to break the moment but he doesn’t appear to realise.

“Your guitar,” I breathe, but his mouth stops mine again, faster now, our lips perfectly syncronised. He stoops slightly and finds the backs of my knees and with a gasp I’m lifted against the wall, my legs wrapping around his hips. He tastes so good. Why does his mouth taste so fucking good?

I (F24) fucked my gorgeous colleague (M27) in a hotel room after watching his band play. (Pt 1) [FM]

**Part 1: The Emerald Lounge – lots of context setting and tension building here. If you want the goods, skip to Parts 2 and 3.**

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Markus looks even taller on stage, his six feet three inches making him more than stand out from the rest of the band, and that’s before you even get a good look at his face.

It’s a Friday evening after work and a bunch of us have clocked out to see Markus’s band at The Emerald Lounge, the bar near the office which doubles up as a music venue. It smells like cheap beer and a sweet mixture of other people’s sweat and perfume. Around me, my colleagues are laughing, shouting over the music and demanding to know each person’s office crush.

Or at least I think that’s the topic at hand – I’m hardly listening, too absorbed in what is happening on the stage, one foot tapping along to the rhythm of Markus’s electric guitar, my chest thudding along with the bass. He catches my eye from the stage and holds my gaze as he sings the next line of his song:

Rolling around in dirty sheets [F]

My bestfriend and her boyfriend visited me from out of town this last weekend. Since I had a bigger bed, I hosted them in my bedroom while I took the smaller bed in my guestroom. On their way out, she insisted she throw the bedsheets in the wash, but I told her, “don’t be silly, you’re my guest! I’ll take care of all that” and she reluctantly backed down. Now I totally understand why.

I walked into my room and realize how busy my guests have been. The smell of sex instantly hits as I approached the bed. They’ve only been here a couple days but managed to absolutely cover my bed in cum stains. Even the pillows (especially the pillows) were not spared.

I couldnt help myself as I stripped down and dove right in. I’m currently rolling around in their filth, rubbing their sex all over my naked body and burying my face into the soiled pillows. Their scent is overwhelming. How did the pillows get so drenched in the first place? Were they using them to prop up her hips as he pumped load after load into her? Or was she resting her head on them as he plastered her face? My head is spinning with thoughts of them releasing themselves all over my bed and I cant help but grind myself on my ruined pillow, contributing to the mess.

[M]y [F]irst Time: The Series

During my senior year of college, I started to hit my stride.

After the forgettable experience during which I lost my virginity, I kept trying. (Gotta get back on the bike if you fall off, right?) I gained confidence, and eventually, I got better.

Since I couldn’t get a do-over, I decided to think of subsequent experiences as “My First Time….”

I had taken a trip to see my former HS girlfriend, who went to another college. We weren’t really sure where we were in our relationship; but we were most definitely friends, leaning towards trying to make a long-distance relationship work.

I had been to her school for a few days, and was flying back to my school, which was several states away. At this point, it bears mentioning that occasionally, flights would leave with one or two passengers, along with the flight crew. It was an early morning flight, and this was one of those times.

I got on the plane, and was told that I could sit anywhere. I selected a seat, and settled in for the flight. To be honest, I wanted to sleep, and I had just started to doze off when…

I got face-fucked last night. Just got on my knees, opened wide and let him use my mouth to cum. [FM]

I worked last night. Started off good then got really slow and by the time we closed, it was dead. Jeff (the manager) gave me “the look” and told me to come back to the little office… and I knew he was ready for a blowjob. I was totally down to give him one, of course (I love sucking cock), but honestly I was also really tired.

So when we got in there, we got right down to business. I got down on my knees and unzipped his cock (he really has a gorgeous cock), started stroking him, and then looked up and said… “hey, do you just wanna, like, fuck my mouth tonight?”

He was kinda speechless for a second. “Sure, if you’re cool with that.”

I gave him a sweet little smile. “Totally. I’m just really tired. Just hold my head and use it.” Then I opened wide and stuck out my tongue for show.

[F26] Getting fucked [M45] in front of my husband [M28] [MF]

I saw recently that my husband has been using this account to tell stories of what I’ve been up to. But he left his account open on his laptop so here is a story of my own.

This was actually about a year ago, but it still remains one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.

After my husband got his promotion (that I got for him, if you don’t know read his other posts to find out), he started to act really weak and timid. He may have had a new job working remote, but I could tell he had less of a masculine nature about him than before. I often caught him doing juvenile things like smelling my panties, or even masturbating in my underwear.

He also started to be VERY obedient, like whatever I asked, whenever I asked. I’m not going to lie it was pretty fun for me. Him working remote made it so I had a lot of control over him.

I don’t work as of right now, so he is the sole breadwinner. But I run the household, make sure the bills are paid, and dinner is on the table.