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My FWB fucked me in front of my window and my neighbor saw us [MF]

My FWB came over on his way home from work for a quick fuck. I was more than happy to have him. We wasted no time when he got here. He had me naked, sucking and teasing my nipples, and fingering me within minutes. I didn’t want to cum on his hand though so I begged him to fuck me. He took me off the bed and to the window, he bent me over just like last time and I leaned on the windowsill. He gave me what I wanted and fucked me hard. The entire time I was hoping someone would walk by and look at me. I wanted to be seen so bad. Someone actually did walk by and they looked right in my window. It was my neighbor. They could see everything. My bouncing tits, the look on my face as I started to cum, my hair being pulled, they saw it all and it sent me right over the edge. I came so hard I collapsed, I couldn’t stand anymore. My FWB wasn’t done yet so I let him fuck my face until he came down my throat. After that he went home, and I wrote this.

Landlord

I have threesomes with my landlord and her boyfriend. My roommate has no clue.

To make it more interesting, my landlord’s boyfriend (total dilf) and I hook up on the side when she’s sleeping or away at work. He’s 41 and I’m 21. It’s the most passionate and intense sex either of us have ever had.

[MF] My HOTWIFE friend told me… “Answer your hotel room door naked and hard, I need to get fucked NOW!”

If you’ve followed me for long enough you’ve probably noticed my objectification kink. That is part of the appeal to being with Hotwives… they don’t want me to love them, they don’t want me to be the nice guy… they just want my cock. They just want to cum. And then they go back to the man they love and he probably makes them cum again. It’s an amazingly sexy dynamic.

Several years ago I had an ongoing Hotwife friend. I’d be in her town for work at least once or twice a month and almost every trip we would have a date. She wanted “uncomplicated”. She told me early on… “let me know when you are in town, I’ll come to your hotel and we’ll fuck. Then I’m leaving right after.” I told her I loved it, and it was a dynamic that worked great for us.

On this one particular trip she’d been through the ringer at work. Just a bad few days filled with stress and frustration.

It was dinner time on a weeknight and we didn’t have a date planned… but then I got a text.

“Are you close to the hotel? I need to get thoroughly FUCKED.” Read more »

Nora: church leader, business woman, cheating wife Part 1 [FM]

This is a true story. I changed the names of all and many details to disguise identities and locations in this story. The dialogues are to the best of my memory. It has been more than 40 years since this happened so I hope you will cut me some slack.

This story is very long. If you are a follower of my posts, you already know I write a lot of background before I get to the sex parts.

If you want to skip the background, the sex stuff starts after the —— line.

**She was a church wife and business woman**

This story is about Nora, a church wife I had known since I was in junior high school. She was 46 when we finally got together (I was 30). She stood 5′ 9″ with blue eyes and dark brown hair. I suspected Nora had a great body. Though she wore very modest dresses at church it was obvious she had excellent tits (36C as I found out), a trim ass and long legs. She wore her hair up with a mass of curls on top of her head. She had a dynamite smile. Read more »

I had my first anal experience with my friends husband [f]23

Thank you everyone for your amazing feedback following my first two stories. I’ve got a lot of requests about whether there was any follow-up with either of the couples from the Swingers Club and I’m happy to say there was. I hope you enjoy this one.

Following on from my wild first night at a swingers club with Jay, I was happy to have kept in contact with Wife A from the first couple. We’ll call her Luna and her husband Luke. I soon found out that I had a lot in common with her. We both enjoyed long walks, people watching, gym and even shopped at the same stores. We met up a handful of times since then. She almost became my swingers teacher, telling me all her wild stories. It was hard to listen to them and not be aroused, I mean, how could a girl not imagine herself getting spit roasted by two strong Scandinavian men. Read more »

[FM] Welcome home from work

This just happened yesterday, and I can’t stop thinking about it… I’d been sexting with some folks from Reddit all day, so I had quite a bit of pent up energy, and my panties were soaked. I could feel every bump on the drive home. We usually don’t have long between when I get home and my husband has to leave to go pick up our son, so I knew we only had time for something quick, just a little tease.

I got home, and he was working on some chores. While he was outside briefly, I sat down on the stairs, and when he came in, we chatted for a bit about your days, etc. But he knew something was up, I never sit on the staircase… “Is this you saying you want…?” he asked, already unbuckling his belt. I nodded and slipped my shirt off, showing I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and bumped down a few steps so I was at just the right height. He hadn’t expected this, so he was soft, so I could take his entire cock in my mouth, my nose pressed against his stomach, my tongue massaging the underside of it. I just held him there, sucking gently, rolling my tongue over him, already feeling him stiffen in my mouth while he moaned softly. Read more »

College memory I return to often [MF]

Long time lurker, but figured why not become a first time poster and write up a memory from college that I think about a lot, partially because it was hot and partially because it was a little bit strange. My sophomore year, a bunch of my friends (but not me) lived in the “party dorm,” this big, old, kind of decaying building on a hill. The school ended up redoing it my senior year and turning it into something that sort of felt like a hotel, but at the time it was quasi-lawless. The main room we hung out in was on the second floor, where we drank, drank more, smoked weed, played loud music and just generally caused a bunch of ruckus to basically no pushback. Read more »