Catching my wife… and loving it [MFM]

Hey, finally back again with more stories! Lots more where this came from, but this one is special because it’s about the first time my long-term partner Julie (and much more recently wife) made my sexual dreams come true. We’ve been together almost a decade (I’m 39 and she’s 32) and for a lot of that I’ve shared openly with her how hot it makes me to think about her doing stuff with another partner. Turns out this was also her fantasy, though it took her a lot longer to admit that. Here’s what happened once she finally did.

Like I said, we’d been talking about this fantasy a lot, and even established ground rules for what was and wasn’t allowed. Julie had recently shared a lot more detail about her specific version of this fantasy — she liked to get off with her magic wand (definitely her favorite toy) imagining me coming home to find her getting fucked, and at first being angry but then being so turned on that I can’t help but join in, filling her mouth with my cock while the other guy continues to fuck her from behind. The first time she admitted this to me was when we were fooling around and I nearly came immediately.

The night i finally pegged my boyfriend [FM]

This is about the night I finally tried pegging with my boyfriend (first time for us both). It was amazing~

My bf and i had been experimenting with me taking control and honestly it is magic♥ I knew i found my sexual calling~ I never thought of it as “femdom” cause its normally a lot gentler than what that word conjures (but i now know “gentle femdom” exists, thanks reddit), but i finally worked up the nerve and he said yes♥

…And it was honestly the sexiest, most intimate night of my life. To me i felt like him accepting this was showing trust and vulnerability, and ive never felt more connected to anyone than i did with that boy then. But it was also just hot as fuck >:)

The way he gasped when i sunk deeper, how he shook and squirmed when i found the right pace… Watching the reactions i was ripping from him drove me fucking wild, it was like a power rush. Id never seen him like that, so helpless and overwhelmed, he felt like prey. It was fucking awesome♥

I fucked a man more than triple my age [F]

Don’t ask for pics I’m not sending them

I was 21 at the time and he was 65 so the math checks out lol.

I was out at a bar looking to get laid. Some nights I’m the instigator, but sometimes I prefer to sit at the bar and see what kind of men come my way. It was one of the latter types of night for me when this happened.

I was sitting at the bar sipping on some random fruity drink I could careless about (honestly not into drinking, but all the best hook up spots unfortunately revolve around alcohol) when a fit older man came up to me and started chatting me up. Now he was in really good shape, and clearly worked out a lot. I knew instantly I wanted to fuck this man. I have a huge kink for older men but Id never fucked one over 55 before, I love older cock but I also like getting used hard, and if men are less physically inclined because of their old age it’s harder for them to do that.

[F]28 Involuntary sex noises

After having the conversation with my work girls today. It was a bit crazy to me to hear that out of the full team of 12 women, 10 of them said they are either a pretty quiet/ silent or fake their noises of pleasure during foreplay and sex, in which all 10 of them say they only make involuntary noises of pleasure when they actually orgasm.

What makes me sad is 2 of the 10 said their partners/ husbands have never made them cum at all during any sexual activity, they’ve only came during lone masturbation.

Out of the remaining 2, one said she couldn’t control her moans during oral and orgasming and the other said she is very vocal and can’t control her moans during any sort of clit stimulation, penetration or orgasm.

When I shared my experiences with them all, only the fact that some of them have known me for over 8 years in work (some of them are now my personal friends). Did they believe me, as I am so far on the other end of the spectrum compared to them.

The Kindergarten Teacher’s son [M] 44 or, The Biggest Cock I’ve [F] 37 Ever Seen

Some things are off limits. Some things are not to be touched. So when you find yourself with your head back, screaming, so full with a cock that you couldn’t believe would fit inside you, it’s not like your “life flashes before your eyes”, but you certainly do wonder how the hell a sequence of events brought you here.

I don’t like blond guys. So plain, so boring. Predictable. Burn in the slightest blink of daylight. Mayonnaise as a substitute for personality. At least, that’s how l felt the winter I turned 18. I was extremely judgmental. I would pay for it later.

I didn’t meet Bryn right away. I first met his mother.

Backing up, his mother, “Mrs. K”, was a kindergarten teacher, and she was really great at her job. She hadn’t been my kindergarten teacher, (thank goodness). She didn’t even teach at my old school. I met her through volunteering, and twice a week I would help out in her class, helping adorable little kindergarteners with their letters, and gluing cotton balls to milk cartons to make little “sheep” during “arts and crafts”…far too wholesome for where this story goes.

[MF] I Was a Serial Cheater: The First Time

I had just turned 21yrs old maybe a week before it happened. I was in a long distance relationship with my now husband but we were going through a rough patch at the time.

It was the evening of a company Holiday party. I worked at a restaurant as a waitress and we were all partying at a local Dave and Busters before heading to one of our Manager’s house to continue the festivities.

This manager, Steve, was known for hooking up with the younger girls like hostesses and freshly graduated servers. He was in his early 30s, handsome, kind of a jerk.

I was doing my thing and getting progressively more drunk, ignoring the buzzing coming from my phone as my BF was texting me for updates on my evening.

At some point in the night someone handed me a drink and said “have some water”. I took a big gulp and started coughing, the guy that handed me the drink laughed and said “it’s Everclear!”. If you’re not familiar, Everclear is 190 proof grain alcohol.

She wore [m]y cum on her face and in her hair whilst giving a lecture to her students. She wasn’t even my wife

Last year, I had an affair with a beautiful woman who was a lecturer in a very prestigious University near me.

We had really clicked on cum play. I have a serious kink for it and turned out she did too but just didn’t know it until we had had a few meets together. Jenny loved being filled, swallowing and was particularly fond of a facial.

To try explain how much she loved a facial, Jenny would beg for me to cum on her face first every single time when we would meet. Every other round after she would love it everywhere else but the first load of the day (as it would be the biggest, she said) had to be painted on her face.

Anyways, this particular day, I had gotten free in the morning from work and she wasn’t lecturing until the afternoon. I arranged to meet her at her place (her husband was out of the country) and we got down to it.

Jenny loved to give head, and she was good at it too. Plenty of spit, licking of my balls and deep throat too. It would always have her soaked when you went to slide in after if you fucked her mouth a little.

Delivery

Last night, Jesse and I ordered dinner. I told her, let’s get naked and surprise the delivery guy. Jesse agreed, and naked, we both were waiting for our food to arrive.

We both waited patiently and naked. And, of course, we did work up more than an appetite, with all the touching and caressing, quick licks, sloppy kisses. This point highly turned on Jesse and me. The doorbell rang; I ran and opened the door. To our surprise, the delivery person was a beautiful woman in her twenties—with massive tits.

Jesse and I looked at each other, and we both said dammmmmmn. The delivery chick laughed at our comment. And said so, this is where the party is. I came to the right place, I see. We both invited her in. I closed the door, and she handed me the bag with our food. I placed the food on the kitchen counter. As I was doing so, she mentioned nice ass, which made me blush.

Jesse asked if she wanted to join us for dinner and asked her for her name. She said her name was Taline and she would join us if only we stood naked. I responded; that Jesse and I weren’t planning to get dressed. Taline
agreed to stay.

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Mali’s descent into depravity Part Seven [FMf] [fsub] [mature] [control] [tpe] [humiliation] [waxing]

Mali took a deep breath, opened up the ‘voice note’ app on her phone, hit record and pushed open the door to the beauty salon. Seated behind the reception desk was the antithesis of herself, the very opposite of what her owners Freya and Seth were intent on shaping her to be. The receptionist was young, slim to the point of skinny, heavily made-up, a tan that definitely hadn’t come from sunshine and hair so straight and lustrous it almost defied belief. Mali’s self-consciousness went up another notch and she felt herself blushing as she stood there dressed in a shapeless smock-style linen dress, flat shoes, frizzy hair brushed but not styled, face free of cosmetics and her chunky, pale, hairy, lower legs on show.

Before Mali even had a chance to speak the receptionist called out “You’ll be here for the bikini waxing appointment then. Shannon’s waiting for you in Room Two, second door on the left.” The couple of other women waiting in the front of the salon looked up from their phones as Mali walked past, her face reddening further at the receptionist’s lack of discretion.

Cassandra’s Candy [M21, F25] [gentle loving fdom] [ass eating] [a little bit of sweat] [pussy eating] [tickling] [forbidden love] [risky sex] [enemies to lovers vibes] [dirty talk]

Ever since Blake was six, his father, Derrick, had been close friends with his boss, Mr. Chapman. Mr. Chapman had been his father’s boss for decades, and he was extremely rich. Blake didn’t realize how rich until he’d gotten a little older, and started noticing that other people’s bosses didn’t have multiple vacation homes. Almost every summer, Blake and his brother Jackson accompanied their father to visit Mr. Chapman in one of his many places. The first time Blake went on one of these trips, back when he was six, was when he met Cassandra.

Cassandra was Mr. Chapman’s daughter, his only child, his pride and joy. When Blake first met her, she was ten, and she had toys that other kids could only dream of.

Now, Blake was twenty one. He stood in a hallway in one of Mr. Chapman’s vacation homes (the one just outside of Venice) clutching at the handle of the suitcase in front of him. He had hazel eyes and a lean swimmer’s build, and he’d chosen to wear his thick wavy brown hair a little longer this year. His normally likable face was twisted into a frown as he listened to the voices coming from the living room.