Orgy-nizers: cohosting my first orgy (F) (MF) (FF)

Our story starts with our protagonists: the hostess, my fiance (formerly known as Vanilla Boy), and yours truly, planning an orgy for those left behind during Burning Man 2016. We told everyone to arrive before 7, which was when the event would officially start. As people arrived and the host continued setting things up in other rooms, we played Never Have I Ever Twister (right hand on red if you’ve given a rim job). Good way to break the ice by talking about sex and ending up with your face next to someone’s ass.

At 7, the hostess gathered everyone in the living room and explained the rules. We then each went around and introduced ourselves, including kink and sexual orientations, and anything we particularly wanted to do. Admittedly, I already had my eye on someone; we’ll call him The Target.

Once introductions and such were done, some people split off in pairs, while others went and started chatting around the snack table. I approached The Target, chatting briefly before the idea of naked hot tubbing came up. We stripped down to our underwear and went out back, only to find out that the hot tub was broken. Still, it managed to get us most of the way naked. “So… what now?” he asked, to which I responded by leading him over to the couch and sitting in his lap, because that’s how I do.

Four couple swap continued: My wife (F40) gets filled twice by our friend (M43) and then later by me (M39)

Hi everyone, time for another update. I’m going to take a suggestion that someone submitted to me, and change the perspective on this one to read primarily from Kristin’s point of view. It was a little harder for me to write it like this, but I did have her read it first, and she made some editorial changes to get the details and how things were worded a little better. I did flip back to my perspective when I got to the part about the two of us. While I could have kept it in first person from hers, it’s really my account of how I perceived it, and it felt more genuine to me to word it like that. Your feedback is always appreciated.

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**Kristin’s point of view of the night**

(M)y (FFF)riend lost his virginity.

I have been a long time reader and finally decided to attempt to put some of my own memories into words. Back story around 2008 when I was married to my ex wife, we were part of a car club which contained the majority of our friends. Our closest friends in the car club also were part of our little swinging circle. This circle mainly contained 3 different couples, AP and EW, AP was 29 years old, skinny but not too skinny, short hair. He is the rave party type with a military background (I know does not make since). EW is 20 years old around 5’3″ nice dark hair, great ass, smaller but nice tits she has some curves but not much. She is the down for anything party girl. Next we have HP and DJ. HP is 23 5’7″ long dark curly hair smaller but nice ass with C cup implants she is tall and slender. She is the more reserved, but when in the mood LOVES to party. DJ is your25 year old 6’0 high school football player. her is larger but not fat, and has the ex jock that parties hard attitude. Than there is AD and HD. we are the married couple and last of the circle of friends. HD is 22 5’3″ shorter dark hair with highlights, she has perky 34c’s with great ass and body. Her personality at the time (she is an ex wife for a reason) was the stereotypical preachers daughter. AKA seems very sweet and innocent, but behind closed doors is one hell of a closet freak. Than there is me. I’m the 24 5’8″ in shape but not built guy that gets along with everyone. I had the brown shaggy hair skater kinda pot head mentality (laid back and got along with everyone), people called me the hippy if that makes since. Last we have Squirt long story short he got his nick name from a party when some of the girls were grinding on him and he nutted himself with his pants on, squirt was the 18 year old senior that was not apart of our party group, but was in the car club so we knew him very well and hung out with him all the time. He was the kinda dorky not id say 5’11” not big not small. dark hair just all around innocent sheltered nice kid.

12:34 am: “Are you still awake? Come take me out for a drink!” [m/f]

Friday nights were never my strong suit, honestly. I was always tired from the work week and never could bring myself to hit the town hard. This particular Friday night wasn’t much different – I had a beer with a coworker and then went home. I was in the process of brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed when my phone buzzed.

Alaina was texting me. This in itself was not unusual, we had been close friends for a while at this point. I had been harboring a crush on her for most of that time, as well.

Me, and pretty much every other guy who ever met her. She was 22, tall with a toned, athletic body from years of playing every sport under the sun; her breasts were tiny, small enough that she frequently wouldn’t even wear a bra in public (although I like them like that) but she brought some glorious curves through her hips. She had flowing golden hair that framed her infectious smile and a personality like sunshine. Bubbly and vivacious, she would hug strangers hello and dance the night away with anyone and everyone.

[M]y lunch break [F]rom work

I once worked at a job that was 3/4 mile from our home. Our daughter was in school, and I’d decided to come home for lunch.

While we were in the kitchen, my wife and I started making out. Before long, my petting had moved to her juicy ass, which I’m fond of. I put my hand in her pants and fingered her asshole, massaging around it while we continued making out in the kitchen.

We eventually made it back to our bedroom. I’d read somewhere about a woman who found vegetable oil worked really well as Lube for her and her partner for anal. I had a bottle in our bedroom for that purpose.

My wife climbed on the bed, pulled her panties down, and put out her juicy ass for me.

I lubed up my cock and her ass and put the tip of my cock at her asshole and gently pushed. A little bit of resistance, but the Lube made it easy to put my full hardon inside her ass.

We fucked like this for awhile. Then my wife began shuddering, like she normally does as she gets ready to cum.

Sex on the Beach isn’t just a drink… with a little help from Tinder, it became reality. [M/F]

I posted about a year ago on this subreddit and it got quite a few likes. I’ll try and put the link in the comments. I’m sorry in advance for poor writing. This story happened awhile ago and I just wanted to contribute to my favorite subreddit.

After getting laid for the first time after a 18 month dry spell, my roommate at the time suggested that I get Tinder for hookups, possibly dating, etc. After about 2 months of using the app I had 2 dates. First one didn’t lead to no where because she went to college 5 states over and was only visiting family where I’m at. No sex from that one as her faith got in the way. O well..

Second date wasn’t really a date at all. Basically decided to meet her at a bar after work. After a few drinks I took her home and we just relaxed. Ended up fucking her, but honestly it wasn’t the best sex I’ve had. I made her cum, I didn’t get to cum, and I could tell this was a one-time thing. Meh… had sex… don’t care.

Just A Godless Backyard Fire (m/f)

She thought she had me figured out. The conversation was good, our pasts had some similarities, our current lives were different but now converging. I already knew she was more of a submissive, but I had to find out for myself. After a few drinks, I began to touch her gently as she spoke. Caressing her arm, the back of her neck just under her hairline, stroking her hair….we soon began to kiss. Her eyes widened and her face glowed in the firelight. The intensity of our kisses grew as I stood up over her and instead of the gentle caress, my hand firmly took her hair. She stopped breathing as I moved her head to the left and kissed her neck…as my warm breath brushed against her ear. She smiled as I stepped behind her camp chair taking her hair firmly into my hand. Again, tilting her head to to the side to kiss and bite her neck as my free hand found it’s way down the front of her shirt. Her firm tit in hand, her obviously sensitive nipple pinched and pulled tightly between my fingers. She groaned with desire. We made our way over to a more secluded part of my urban yard. I got up and sat on the edge of the picnic table, feet on the bench. She was unbuckling my pants with this amazingly adorable smile. I sat back as she pulled my hard cock out of my pants, taking it into her soft hands. She kissed me then went to her knees. She took my dick into her mouth…sucking and licking it to my pleasure. The moonlight lit up her face…she looked so eager to please me and it fucking turned me on. I leaned over her, once again making use of her hair, pulled her head back to look into my eyes. I told her that if it was anyone else I might be concerned with their delicate knees on the rough concrete, but I knew she liked it. By now her top and bra was off….I told her to take off her shorts, she obliged. She stood and turned away from me as she loosened and dropped them to the ground. Her panties were all that were between me and her sweet ass. Still turned away from me, I ordered her back to her knees. Once on her knees, her hair held firmly in my fist, i kissed her from above, fondling her sensitive breasts more aggressively, she moaned…a breathy, “Oh God.” I stopped her. I spoke clearly, but quietly into her ear, “God has nothing to do with what’s happening right now, my name is Dylan.” She smiled as I made her repeat my name. Soon she was facing me and her cock hungry mouth was taking me in. I began to thrust a bit, to her delight…her eyes so eager and yearning. I wanted to come….she pulled back, looking up at me, biting her lip…smiling…ready as my pre-cum dripped onto her tongue…my cock emptied into her thirsty little mouth….she looked so happy….God knows I was….of course….God really had nothing to do with it.