[M][FF] My wife fucked my ex “just to know if her pussy tastes that good”

Last week me, my wife and a few friends were hanging out on a bar in front of my house and we realized a few tables away was my ex girlfriend with other friends. I am gonna call her Michele. She is a very beautiful natural redhead.

So, my wife and Michele know each other and even though they are not friends, they are not enemies also.

When we realized she was there, one of our friends that is into her began talking about her non stop. Very sexually. And his last sentence was “Hey OP, I am sure her pussy tastes so good”. That was kind of rude and I was a bit uncomfortable, so I just nodded and asked my wife if she wanted to dance.
When we were dancing, wife gave me malicious smile and whispered on my ear:

“Do you think her pussy tastes good?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just said “I don’t know. It was a long time ago”

She replied:

“I think I am gonna fuck her. Just to know if her pussy tastes that good”

Another hook up with Hubby’s approval [MF]

This happened a few months back. My husband and I were vacationing celebrating our anniversary. It turned out that a friend of my husbands was there at the same resort with his wife. It was a complete coincidence that we bumped into each other.

My husband’s friend, Bobby, has always been extra friendly towards me. I always let my husband know about it and he always tells me to go further with it if I wanted to. I just never felt comfortable with it for some reason.

While at the resort, I was walking by on my way to the pool when Bobby saw me from his room balcony and told me to come up.

When I got into the room, he mentioned that his wife was at the spa getting a massage and some other things done and will be gone for a while.

When I mentioned that I was on my way to the pool, Bobby asked if he can come with me. I didn’t see anything wrong with it so I said he could go with me.

Heyyy, suggestions for self-publishing very NSFW eBook??

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Would it be best to just stick to self-publishing and self-hosting and just selling from my own private site?

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Saying “Thank You” [MF]

I’m purposely going to be sparse with details at the start because I’d like you to get them as you read. This is going to read like my slice of life work (in fact I based a short story I posted on wattpad about this very event) so expect a bunch of other stuff besides strictly sexy things.

The only relevant details are that I’m Asexual (sex indifferent) and that this happened shortly before I became intimate with my lovely (also ace) SO, which happens to be a shared friend of the equally magnificent woman this story revolves around.

Let’s call her Ava, and our friend (my now SO) Anna.

So, we start with a car ride.

I picked her up, and she immediately throws her backpack to the floorboard in front of her and fishes out a cardboard box after closing the door.

“I know it’s late, it took forever to get here with snail mail, but here, happy birthday” She said, holding the box out to me with a smile.

I look at her shocked, and take the box from her, looking at it. It’s a rather unadorned roughly rectangular cardboard box with only a shipping label.

Room For Four [Group]

No-one could remember whose idea it was, but its genesis was moot anyway. There were four of us going to a music festival – two guys and two women – but we had only managed to book one “family room” at a local budget hotel. One double bed, one single, and one child’s single bed. So the girls had to stay in “the smelly boys’ room”, as one of them had put it.

Ours was an odd group. There was Chris, a mostly-harmless nerd with a unkempt black hair, a genius level IQ, and an aversion to social cues; and Ellie, extroverted, hilarious and oddly naive. The life of the party and when we’d been at school, just one of the boys.

Or at least, she had been when we were at school. We were in our mid-20s now and while she was still every bit as funny and charming as ever, she’d blossomed into a beautiful young woman and shaken off both the insecurities that made her dress like a 14-year-old skater, and the naivete that was so often a source of entertainment.

Food For Thought Chapter 001 [Science Fiction][M32/F26][creampie]

Logan sat looking at the terminal, the blinking input request gently lighting up the darkness around him. He had been staring at it for a few hours now, his mind twirling around the possible search parameters seeking the best solution. The pale sky of the evening had given way to the black of night. A bright-colored sign flared to life, sending neon yellow light shining into his room.

“Fucking damn it!” He blurted, the blinding light shaking him out of his concentration. “Blinds… Blinds!…. Close Blinds!!” he repeated, getting slightly agitated. There was a slow whirr as blinds began to stem the invading light. “Damn, VIs never listen when you need them,” he thought.

Virtual Intelligence had been around for centuries, an offshoot of research into true AIs. They were capable of simple tasks or complex processing and problem-solving given a specific data set to work with. They were specifically labeled and marketed as unable to learn or develop beyond the particular fields of data provided. The United Colonial Government closely monitored their manufacturing and development; no one wanted another AI uprising. VIs were everywhere and used in just about every avenue of life, including the crappy VI that refused to close the blinds when he asked. You get what you pay for, though, and he didn’t think this was the best model, probably not, considering where he was staying.

[M]ade sure she knew she was still just a [F]ucktoy to me

As a grad student, it’s hard to make new friends. One day in the fall, when I was really feeling the need to be intimate again, I met this really cute girl. She was wearing a nice pair of jeans that outlined a generous amount of hip and thigh. She had long black hair and lips like they were made of fruit. Before long, we became good friends. Then, we started having sex occasionally, going out for dinner and stuff. After two months or so of hooking up, she met a guy and she kind of seemed to really like him. So that was the end of that I thought.

A week or so went by and we met up to catch up. We were enjoying ourselves again, casually flirting and being touchy; that’s just how we were. I asked if she wanted to come over to my place to hang out, and she reminded me she had family plans. With a bit of cute coyness, I asked if she wouldn’t mind driving me home on her way there. She agreed so long that I was the one driving.

[FM] I’m [30F] addicted to the feeling of someone with hyperspermia [M28] filling me up completely

I messaged B on H*nge one night, “You could be my daddy, if you want to.”

Some things are better said simply?

As unHinged as that introduction was, he thought I was funny and cool and wanted to be my friend. I would consider him as much. It’s been a long time, and he still fills me up whenever I see him.

I half-joked the other day, “the most beautiful, long-term friendships I have are with some of my friends-with-benefits”. And it’s true.

B and I were open right away about our issues with intimacy, how ill-equipped we were to be in relationships, but how much we still craved a certain kind of connection.

This is the basis of our connection, being two people who are hard to love and who still want to make love to someone.

If I didn’t know his tenderness, I would have judged him as being a gym bro. He’s a body builder with broad hulking shoulders. I’d never been with someone ripped like that. I thought he’d use his strength to toss me around, but he led me to his bed and planted gentle kisses on me while we cuddled.

[MF] I (M27) almost cream pie my brother’s friend (F21)

I was recently divorced back into my parents place and my brother’s friend which I’ve known for at least 3 years texted to Netflix later that night. I could tell by the short conversation it was going to be more than that.

She arrived in very comfy clothing and went to get snacks, came back to the apartment and has a couple of drinks while watching the movie. By the minutes I could read the room and none of us both were paying attention to the movie and I was still thinking if I should make a move because my mom was in her room and we were in the living room so she could open the door and see us and make it a little uncomfortable. But f it! I leaned in for the kiss, which was well received, and only a few moments of making out until I grabbed her by the waist closer to me and slide my hand down to her legs.