I [M] dared my wife [F] to wear her transparent shirt to the pub

I always love when my wife is nude or flashing in public, the thought of her showing off is a huge turn on, especially when people see. On a dare and after years of being shy to do it, she finally agreed to wear a transparent shirt with no bra out to a pub for date night. I bought this short sleeve lacy shirt for her with a scoop neckline that was semi transparent and her breasts can be seen under the right lighting. Our pub is dark, so the shirt would draw less attention, as she was still a bit shy.

We sat at a table and ordered first round of drinks. I told her if our hockey team scores, she has to unzip her jacket and let her top in the open. They scored, jacket opened. It was dark, but I could see her nipples. I dared her to take the jacket off completely if we scored again, and we did. She took the jacket off. I could clearly see her breasts and I was so turned on. They were clearly visible and no one was paying enough attention to notice. It was quite a rush when the server came back to get our orders for another round. Despite her breasts being in plain sight through the shirt, I think our server automatically assumed what he was seeing was a pattern and didn’t flinch.

I [F] snuck around and banged a guy at a college party. Facial included.

*[If you want to know a bit more about me, [here’s a post for that.](https://www.reddit.com/user/SaysLuna/comments/w9j02v/who_is_luna/) If not, you can skip ahead!]*

College parties are always fun, am I right?

There’s an outdoors area on my college campus that hosts parties promoted by any of the multiple student groups pretty much every other week. Each group is usually associated with a specific major.

Near the end of my second semester in college, my major’s student group organized one such event. Parties usually started right after classes (around 6PM) and ended whenever people decide to leave. There’s always background music, a large barbeque, lots of beer, and a plethora of other drinks people can pay for.

I came to the party wearing a flowery, loose strap dress, that reached down to the middle of my thighs. It wasn’t anything flirty or provocative, I had worn it for classes just before that. It had a wide neckline, but not deep. There was no cleavage in sight, my breasts were hinted at rather than shown in any way. The days were already hot by then, and I had the “cute but fresh” look rather than the “dressed to kill” one.

All he wants to do is just lick my pussy [FM]

I have a friend who I’ve known for a long time. He’s very nice and he’s great to hang out with. A few years ago, when we were already friends, he came to visit me in my place. I was alone just in short robe. We were just talking. And we were talking about sex and he started telling me that he just needs to lick my pussy and he doesn’t even need sex. He went on and on about it so long and detailed that I got really turned on.

At one point I just got up from the table where we were sitting, lay down on the couch and spread my legs wide. You should have seen his face. He was in shock. He hesitated for a moment, but then without a word he just knelt between my legs and started licking me. It was really cool. I came three times. And it’s very nice to feel soft and hot inside yoruself during a squirt.

Try before you buy – Fucking in a public fitting room (30f) [FM]

It’s an undeniable fact that a frankly worrying amount of my sex life can be summed up and/or rationalised in just four simple words;

‘Fuck it, why not?’

A key instigating factor for any sexual endeavour should be, of course, that it’s fun for all involved. This really ought to go without saying, though I do occasionally feel that some individuals need reminding. But that’s a discussion for another time. Suffice to say: Sex should be fun. If it’s not, then something has gone badly wrong somewhere down the line.

But in addition to this basic requirement, I often find myself considering a separate and almost equally important category that needs to be fulfilled;

‘Will this make for a good anecdote?’

Sex is a truly wonderful thing. I’d go as far as to say that – when it’s done well – it’s quite simply one of the most enjoyable and satisfying things that it’s possible to do. But it’s also fleeting. It’s a firework. Burns bright briefly and then is over. The duration is finite – 10 minutes if you’re unlucky, 40 minutes if you’re lucky and an entire weekend if you can cope with the Sting (which is, very possibly, the worst joke I’ve ever written – and it’s up against some stiff competition). Once the physical act is over what you have left is the memory. Hopefully a good one. But the best memories are the ones that are *shared*. To share a memory is, to a degree, to relive it – or at least the nearest your mind can create.

My trans friend came inside me and I think I need more [FF]

I got my heart broken a few weeks ago. For some people, that would mean getting back on that horse and signing up for Tinder, but for me, I can’t even think about sex without getting sad. I don’t even masturbate or look at porn usually until I start to feel better, but after this weekend I literally can’t stop shoving my vibrator in my pussy thinking about my friend Anna’s cock.

Last Saturday she invited me up to her parent’s cottage. I’ve known Anna for about two years, we met through our mutual friend Zoe. Zoe was supposed to come up with us but bailed last minute. I was actually a little nervous about that since Anna and I have never hung out solo, and I wasn’t sure if she’d be down for hearing my whine about a breakup but I really just needed to get out of town for a day.

We spent most of the afternoon at the beach and she could not stop commenting on my tits. A little bit about me, I’m 5’8, weigh about 145 and have G cup breasts, so proportionally, they really stick out. I’m actually a little self conscious about them so I deliberately dress in ways that minimize them. but in a bikini there’s no hiding that.

When a celebrity gets you a blowjob [MF] [Friend loses a bet]

First of all, there’s some Formula 1 related context to this story. If you’re not into that, just skip to big bold letters saying SEX for the story.

Second thing, some warnings. If you follow Formula 1 and are a Ferrari fan, have tissues nearby. Not just for your cum, but also your tears. I’m sorry. Also, if you’ve not caught the French Grand Prix yet, spoilers are ahead.

Third, the characters – Only characters in this story are me and Annika, someone I’ve spoken about in one of my previous stories, check that one out too. Ravi and Amy are also there, but only mentioned. We’re all well over 18, so don’t worry about that

Also, contrary to my previous posts, this isn’t a story from a few years ago, but is quite recent.

Now, for some F1 context. I’ll try to keep it short.

Currently, there’s two drivers on top. Max Verstappen, who races for Red Bull and Charles Leclerc, who races for Ferrari.

Ann is a Charles supporter because he’s hot (as a 100% straight guy I can say he’s hot) and I’m a Max supporter because I love his attitude.

That time Iwe got caught by her mum [MF]

34M That one time I got caught by my GFs mum

Many years ago when I was the tender age of 18, I had my first real girlfriend and she was a bit of a firecracker to say the least. 18, as well, great round tits, slim figure and a bubble butt that would make Nicki Minaj jealous!

This was the girl I lost my virginity to and her vice versa, it was a wild time and after the first time she was ravenous, she wanted my dick every second of every day. It was unreal and of course, as a horny 18 yr old who was I to say no?

I used to go to her house everyday after school and weekends, her mum used to work long hours so was very rarely home. Meaning we had the whole house to ourselves and on this one evening, it turned out that her mum had finished early.

I had a sociopathic friend and his sex life was fucking fascinating [FM]

I had this friend in college who I am 99% certain was/is a sociopath. Now, do I know this for sure? Fuck no. I’m not a therapist. However, I grew up with a sociopath and I can see the signs pretty early. They’re actually quite fascinating to watch and he was super, super smart.

I suppose it should be worth noting why I never fucked this dude: I had absolutely no desire. He was sexy as hell, but he scared me and treated women like play things.

He hit on me once. I was visiting my boyfriend at his frat house. After my boyfriend passed out drunk I ended up hanging out with sociopath dude in their common area.

“You know why you’re sexy V?” He asked me.

I raised an eyebrow without looking up from my books. “Enlighten me.”

“It’s the fact that you’re hot enough to be a housewife but you’re still going to law school. It’s sexy.”

“I feel like there’s some kind of misogyny baked in there.”

“Sorry. I’m drunk a d distracted. It’s hard because I want to fuck you so bad.”

3 people focused on pleasuring one. [GROUP] [MMFF]

Skip to ———- for the sex. It’s been a while since I posted so I’ll describe people again this time a bit. If you want detailed descriptions, read my first ever post. This happened last spring.

My wife, Jenna, after a long time of applying for various different positions in many different companies had managed to land what was not necessarily a dream job, but a job that brought her infinitely closer to her dream job. As such, we decided to celebrate so the two of us, and our best friends, a couple, John and Mona, went to her favourite restaurant to celebrate. The night was meant to be all about Jenna.

We all dressed up for the occasion. I was wearing blue dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a red tie. John was dressed similarly, but without a tie, and a blue shirt on. We were both dressed in clothes that were more form fitting and showed off our physique. Both of us being fairly tall, but him with more muscle on his bones while I had a more lean build, though still muscular with definition.

Making ends meet – part 1 [MF]

Disclaimer: This is a true story, but names and other details have been changed or embellished to make this a more enjoyable read.

Hi, I’m Mark. My girlfriend Steph is a slim 30 year old natural redhead with perky 34B tits and a nice ass. If you met Steph for drinks in a bar you’d find her quiet at first, but once you got to know her you’d discover she was friendly and sociable, with a wicked laugh and a nice smile. You wouldn’t think she was a flirt, or promiscuous or really anything other than a nice girl. If you met her at work, she’d be polite, professional and meticulous. Steph never does anything half-heartedly and when she decides to do something she gives it everything.