[Str8] [Hotwife] My wife gets carried away on our date. (Husband’s POV) 25[F]/34[M]

As much as my beautiful vixen (u/
blondbubblybombshell) and I love to post pictures and videos of our adventures in the swinger/hotwife lifestyle, I have always been aroused by written erotic stories.

I decided to start putting our adventures into story form for those fellow kinky redditors who also enjoy that sort of thing.

Some of my stories will be 100% true, some will be embellished, and some will be fiction/fantasies we have shared, however I won’t say which stories fall into each category (and some would definitely surprise you! ?)

Note 1: Fair warning, this is a long story and I wasn’t an English major so I can’t promise grammar/punctuation is perfect- but hey ?‍♂️ it’s Reddit.

Note 2: Please leave feedback in the comment section as me and my lovely Vixen always enjoy your thoughts/opinions/comments/questions.

Thanks for reading!!

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I [m] was their [nb] cam boy, and I loved it [Str8?] [Bi?] [BDSM]

Following a two month winter break with no access to toys, I felt like I really wanted to put on a show for my Master, who I’ll call C for privacy reasons. They had been teasing me allll break, and would put on shows that made me feel like the most special boy in the world.

A couple weeks ago, I moved back into my dorm. Before I even put away my clothes, I dug in the back of my closet and put on my chastity cage, taking a picture of my plastic-cased package and snapping it to them. It would take me a couple nights to get used to being back and with my toys, but I knew that I wanted to be C’s pathetic little cam boy.

Fast forward a few days, and I’m on a video call with C. I’m telling them about how horny I am, and how badly I want to put on a show for them. Over the next hour and a half, I transformed from your average looking engineering student into a full fledged whore.

Our First Session [Gay] [MM] [Oral] [Massage]

Complete fiction, though I’d love to do something like this one day…I hope you enjoy. =)

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I arrive at your door and you let me in. We discuss any boundaries you have for this first session, and you tell me I’m OK to do whatever I want to do to you with my hands and mouth, but nothing else. I let you know that I have the same boundaries, but as discussed previously, there’s no need for you to reciprocate. I also reiterate that if you change your mind at any point, say the word and we’ll adjust or stop.

I can see that you’re nervous, I am too. I ask if you need a few minutes to chat prior to beginning, and you shake your head, and motion for me to follow you. You lead me to your bedroom, disrobe and ask how I want you. I tell you that we’ll start with you face down. I ask how you want me, and you say I’m fine as I am. I nod and you lay down on your bed, facing away from me.

My friends fucked my girlfriend [22][F] after the club

All right fellas, here’s another story about my girlfriend, Nadia. I’m 24 and she’s 22. We’ve been dating for almost 2 years now. I was born in Canada but her family immigrated here from Pakistan when she was really young. Her family is super cool and chill and open minded and had no issues with their daughter dating a white guy.

Nadia was also super open minded and chill and outgoing when it came to sex. Even though her background and culture are different than ours, she didn’t behave or look like your typical Muslim South Asian chick. She got along with my friends really well and they also loved her. I noticed that Nadia always put extra time and care into looking good for them and would go out of her way to dress extra slutty and whoreish around them. She wouldn’t dress this way necessarily when it’s just the two of us or if we’re hanging out with her friends — it would just be around my friends. I guess she must love the attention she gets.

[MF]

It was the Sunday before they were due to go for their romantic week away in the woods, Angel had just come in from work after doing an extra shift over the weekend and fell onto the sofa, feet aching and drained.

She had just finished taking her shoes off, putting her feet up on the coffee table and switching the TV on to find some mindless rubbish, when Simon came in, dropping a glass of wine into her hand and a tray with some cheese and crackers into the other.

“Long day?” He asked and was met by a groan.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he responded with a chuckle.

After a while of flicking through channel after channel they concluded on the millionth rerun of an episode of Big Bang. Not far through the second episode a second glass was empty, and the crackers were nothing but a few crumbs left on the plate.

“I’m going to get changed,” Angel announced, heading for the stairs.

Grabbing the comfiest pyjamas from her draw she could find, consisting of a pair of thin shorts and a woolly pull over top, quickly changing before sitting at the dressing table to run a brush through her hair and take off her make up.

Spanked for a birthday.

It happened during a friend’s 23rd birthday. At the time we hired a stripper who later let the birthday boy spank her. The stripper started laying over his knee when the rest of my friends turned to me (girl) and vouched that I should be spanked too. Everyone kept egging me on saying it would be a real treat. I was reluctant but ended up caving. Honestly, it didn’t seem like a big deal. What made things awkward was that the stripper was already naked and I was fully clothed. My friend just grinned and said I had to bare it all. Before I knew it the stripper and I were bent over his lap, then he pulled my pants and panties down to my ankles and pushed my shirt and bra up under my armpits to expose my boobs. He then proceeded to spank us hard. Next to me, the stripper seemed to enjoy it a lot. Admittedly it felt good but completely it was a completely weird scenario. After the spanking, my ass was practically glowing red and stung when I pulled my clothes back on. My friends really enjoyed the show.

My friends fucked my girlfriend [22][F]

All right fellas, here you go. I’ve been browsing this forum for some time now but this is my first time posting. I figured this would be a safe place to share stuff.

I wanted to share an experience that my girl and I had. I won’t use real names for obvious reasons. So we’ll call me Brian and we’ll call her Nadia. I’m 24 and she’s 22. We’ve been dating for almost 2 years now. I was born in Canada but her family immigrated here from Pakistan when she was really young. Her family is super cool and chill and open minded and had no issues with their daughter dating a white guy.

Anyways, when this took place we had been dating for about 6 months and were very much in love. Summer was coming to an end and me and my buddies had planned to go to the cottage for a weekend. Nadia was always super cool about me hanging out with my friends. She let me have my space and that’s one of the things I love about her. She was about to start another year of school and had spent much of her summer working and saving up money for tuition. I felt bad about leaving her by herself for the last week of summer but didn’t want to miss out on the cottage myself, so decided to bring her along. My friends were good with this as they really liked her too.

Everybody needs good neighbours [FF(M)]

We picked an apartment in the high street when we just moved in together because we were young and unstoppable. We were sandwiched between a derelict apartment downstairs from us, with owners overseas that didn’t care about the place, and a single mum upstairs from us.

There were a couple of bars in the street and in the weekends, it was always crowded. We tried to have a weekend in every now and then, but drunk people always found a way into our building and piss and shout through the halls and stairways. We couldn’t care less, we just made sure not to be home and party instead.

We’ve only heard our upstairs neighbour walk about her apartment and going up and down the stairs. After a month or so we finally met in the corner shop. She wore glasses, was heavily tattooed, wore gauges, tight black jeans, black doc martens, leather jacket, her hair tied back with her right side shaved.

[M/s] [Incest] Mommy Teaches Son About Sex

Every night, when my husband fell asleep…

I visited my son’s room.

“Honey, daddy is asleep.”

That faint scent, the scent of a man, mixed in with the smell of paint…

My son, Billy, was barely a man, over 18 and a senior in high school.

Like most boys his age, he was interested in hobbies and girls. Both worried me.

Hobbies, because he enjoyed painting his models. 

Girls, because he was such a timid boy, I wondered if he would have problems courting them.

But in the evening, in the middle of the night, nobody disturbs us.

It’s our time, private time between a mother and her son.

Billy was waiting for me as usual. With expectation and nervousness in his eyes.

It’s like that every night.

At first, it was just a good-night kiss. I helped him with his studies and I rewarded him with a gentle peck on the cheek. Somehow that progressed to a gentle brush on his lips. I was shocked at the electricity that sparked inside me when our lips first touched.