This is my love story – my one confession. A story about the time I fell in love outside the love I was supposed to have. This all took place when I was living abroad for a few months. I was in a long-distance relationship with my husband. Because of this, it had been a while since, well, my last time so seeing that tall guy walk in with his bright blue eyes, all I could do is smile at him. He wasn’t the typical beachy type – blond, surfer hair and all that, but he did have that certain cockiness about him. That little twinkle in his eye when he looked at me. We didn’t speak much that day. Exchanged names and so. But we kept peeking at each other whilst having conversations with others. Nothing but an innocent, curiosity.
Wife’s Phone Call During Sex [MF]
I (29M) am new to this fetish and have only recently begun to get my wife (30F) to open up to me about her past. This is the story she told me while giving me a handjob last night.
My wife lost her virginity to a boyfriend in high school, they eventually broke up, and she took her second boyfriend’s virginity. Apparently she and the first boyfriend only had sex one time but she and the second boyfriend fucked like rabbits.
She and the second boyfriend had to sneak around, and the boyfriend and his dad would often buy and restore old vehicles. Apparently one of those vehicles was a minivan.
The boyfriend’s family had purchased a lot and were beginning construction of a house. My wife and the boyfriend traveled to the lot, where the crew had already broken ground but hadn’t made much progress building yet, drove into the lot and behind most of the materials, and got into the back seat of the minivan.
She said the boyfriend was sitting in the backseat (one of the pilot seats) and she got on her knees and sucked his dick. Then she climbed on top and started riding him. Apparently this was the first time she’d tried this position and claims it was also her first orgasm ever.
Slept with my colleague and inadvertently slept with her daughter without either of them knowing… [MF]
I did some work with a local university a few years ago. Our department was pretty big. Though I was sort of freelancing at the time, I got to be tight with a few people who worked there. There were regular drinks every Thursday night and this group, plus a rotating retinue of others would go out straight after work and have a few swift ones. This is how I came to meet Carole. She was a little older than my usual type. I came to understand she was separated from her husband and tentatively trying out single life. We hit it off one night (the cliche of we were the last two of the group remaining when the others went home…) and she came back to my place where we had quite drunken and largely very forgettable sex. A quick bash in missionary and doggy, then her asking me to finish on her tits. The only highlight was a small splash of cum accidentally hitting her chin and the look of surprise/mild revulsion that followed this. Funny for me, not for her.
Part I: Wife accepts a stranger’s invitation (hotwife, foreplay; Pt. II includes watching sex, raw sex, bondage, rough sex, creampie, cuckold)
The subdued lighting of the bar gleamed on her wavy, dark hair, hiding her pretty and delicate face in its shadows. She sat very upright, her 5’ 7” petite body clad in dressy, short skirt, heels, and satiny top that strained in enticing fashion to mask breasts that seemed her surprisingly full on so slight a frame. The drink that she toyed with in her hand was reassuringly cold; what caught her off guard was the sudden warmth between her thighs that raced through her body and burned in her cheeks as the stranger waited for her response. Her thighs parted slightly, instinctively, as she bit back a little cry of embarrassment. “I would like that,” she managed, raising her eyes to his only after she had gotten this out. A slight, knowing smile played across his face. He was dressed for work, a dark custom suit concealing his 6’2” muscular frame. The silk tie, still expertly tied, gleamed in the dim light. He studied her face a moment, and she felt her cheeks and pussy flame again. His eyes fell, lingering on her breasts. She felt her nipples harden under his gaze, hopelessly betraying her efforts to be calm. He lifted his martini glass toward her, letting the smile break out completely, and she felt herself melt into complete compliance. Whatever he asked, she would do. Anything. He tossed the icy martini down with practiced ease, then twirled the olive on the miniature plastic sword. He lifted the olive to her lips, and instinctively they parted. Her tongue curled around the salty olive, taking it in her mouth. She froze, fearful that the scent of arousal she felt sure he could smell was spreading pungently throughout the bar. “Chew it, silly.” His voice recalled her and she obeyed. “I will dismiss my driver,” he said, pushing his empty glass across the polished oaken bar. He got out his phone, sent a quick message, and then produced several bills from his wallet. “I assume you husband will drive us to my home?” She nodded, unable to speak, ashamed, aroused, afraid, and thrilled. She finished her drink with a trembling hand. He offered his hand to her and helped her descend from the high bar stool so that she stood unstably on her heels. He bent his head toward her, inhaling as his face nuzzled the long dark waves of her hair. A guttural murmur of approval escaped his mouth. “You smell delicious.” It only took an instant, but she felt his words in her loins. Did he mean her hair? Or that warm wetness she felt spreading as she walked. They moved casually toward the door, approaching a man who had watched them with uncommon interest. The stranger paused, nodding to him. “You have a very beautiful wife,” he said. “I understand from her that you wish to drive us to my home?” The husband nodded, his own cheeks flushed, though whether from embarrassment or arousal, she could not tell. Regardless, he quickly rose, moving ahead of the new couple, and disappeared out the door. By the time the stranger was holding the door for the wife to exit, the husband sat in a dark SUV, engine idling, waiting for the two of them to climb into the rear. “17 Windsor Place,” the stranger said, naming a well-known street in the affluent part of town. Within the vehicle, the street lights flashed on the passengers faces as the SUV moved smoothly down the streets. The husband’s face was tense, uncertain, expectant. His wife’s face now strove to hide carefully suppressed desire: the stranger’s hand rested casually on her thigh, and she felt its weight and warmth like an electric current moving through her veins. The stranger himself was smiling. He leaned forward, addressing the husband. “May I indulge …?” He left the question unfinished, but his meaning was unmistakeable. The husband nodded, eyes flitting from road to mirror, road to mirror, straining to see the stranger’s movements in the pulsing dark. Instead, he only heard his wife’s sharp intake of breath, following by a low but unmistakeable moan as the fingers slid from her thigh, under her skirt and on between her legs, the stranger’s hand settling over her mound as the middle finger, pressing from the bottom of her slit to her clit, drew the moan from her lips. “Aren’t you a wet little slut,” the stranger growled, a touch of animal passion displacing his gentleman’s demeanor. His fingers swirled her clit through the fabric of her panties, and she suddenly threw out her hands, gripping the door handle with one and the stranger’s thigh with the other. Her knuckles were white, her body tight. A passing light flashed on her face, and the husband saw her eyes were closed, her mouth parted, her head thrown back. A second light flashed by, and he saw she had thrown her breasts forward, her nipples hard and pronounced in the fleeting light. Her husband’s penis was straining against his slacks where the seatbelt pulled the fabric tight, and he nearly missed the driveway but recalled himself in time to sweep the SUV up a steep curving driveway toward a large mansion on the hill.
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Zoe’s bartending training Part 2. [MM/F]
As she walked home that night Zoe was thinking to herself that she wasn’t sure if she could take another caning and she was also worried what Tom would say when he saw the marks on her back side. When Zoe was working at the Bar, Tom would go to the bowling alley with friends and always came home in the mood for a fuck. Normally, this was something Zoe looked forward to, but tonight was different.
When Zoe got home Tom was as horny as ever, there had been a birthday and someone had arranged a stripper. This combined with Zoe’s schoolgirl outfit meant that he was more than ready to have some fun. After some clumsy foreplay Zoe stripped down to her black lacy underwear and dropped to her knees in front of Tom and tried to slow things down by taking him in her mouth. But despite Zoe swallowing his load, Tom was still hard and he pushed Zoe back onto the bed and shuffled between her legs. He pulled her panties aside and he roughly forced himself inside her. Zoe hoped in this position Tom wouldn’t be able to see her well caned bottom as he vigorously fucked her. But Tom had other plans and he turned her over, pulling her onto her knees so he could do her from behind.
Crazy early morning sexting fun [MFF]
I’ve been having having so much fun on Reddit for the past 4 and a half months and I’m amazed at all the things I’ve seen and experienced. Today I had the most wild experience that I have ever had though.
I decided to post a picture of my cock (see my profile) early in the morning this morning, and a woman reached out to talk to me commenting on how thick it was. We started sexting back and forth and then things got a little crazy.
She told me she was submissive so I had her stuff her panties in her pussy and send me a picture to show me that I had control over her. She had told me that she had been out drinking with her friend, so I told her to send a picture of my cock over to her friend who is married. She screenshots the entire conversation and her friend is passing on the only nudes she’s ever sent to someone besides her husband and is masturbating to it.
[FM] I cheated on my husband in the cruise ship hot tub
I was three fruity cocktails in as I climbed into a hot tub on the cruise ship. It was a windy day so the hot water actually felt amazing.
My mind was fixated on yesterday when I attempted to skinny dip on the beach, only to be caught by a large Indian man named Benny and his friends. I could still feel their hands on my body.
I let them do that. More specifically, I let them do that while my husband was nearby.
Buzzed and feeling good, I settled into the hot tub, closing my eyes. I was wearing a one piece bathing suit with a cheeky back. My husband was getting lunch but I assumed as a shadow blocked my sun that he changed his mind to join.
I opened my eyes to find Benny towering over me. He had one of his friends with him.
“May we join?” He asked.
I looked around.
“I saw your husband getting food, he’s not here.” Benny said. I nodded and they settled down into the hot tub. “I know it’s windy but I can’t believe you’re in a hot tub”.
His friend sat on the other side of me.
“Did you enjoy yesterday?” His friend asked. I nodded shyly.
Benny flipped the bubbles on, making everything under the water invisible.
“Take your suit off.” He ordered.
“What?” i asked.
“Take your suit off. Let the girls breathe.”
“Are you insane?” I whispered. “There’s people everywhere!”
“Take it off. Now.” He said. His voice cracked like a whip. I looked around at the people lounging, swimming and laughing. None of them in this position.
My hands shaking, I pulled my suit down, sinking lower in the water. It cleared my feet, leaving me completely naked under the water.
Benny reached over and grabbed it from me, wrapping it in a towel and sticking it by the stairs. The men slid closer.
“I can’t believe you did it.” Benny laughed. Their hands both went on my thighs.
I knew in that moment I was about to let them do whatever they wanted. I had tried to have sex with my husband in the morning but he declined to go to the gym first and then eat and then blah blah…wasn’t going to happen today. But now…
Benny reached a hairy hand to my face and turned me to look at him.
This chubby man would normally never stand a chance with me…but as his mouth locked on mine I knew my body was his. He kissed me deeply as his friend (Akash) slid a finger in my pussy. Right there in public.
Benny broke away and started to play with my boobs under the water as Akash fingered me slowly. Then suddenly an elderly man walked up to the hot tub, climbing the stairs. Akash pulled out and we all slid over to make room.
As we slid over I was then right on top of the jet. I quietly gasped as the strong blast of water hit between my cheeks. Benny noticed and grabbed my arm, holding me in place over the jet.
I forced a smile as the old man settled in as the jet pressured my asshole. Benny smiled a Cheshire grin as I tried to stay submerged under the water.
Then a second, very, very large man climbed the hot tub stairs.
Oh no.
He stopped and looked down at the four of us, realizing it was full. He turned to go.
“We’ve got room.” Benny helpfully said. “She can sit on my lap.” The guy said his thanks and descended the stairs.
I froze. What did he mean? We all slid over more, then Benny helped me float up and onto his lap, my breasts coming dangerously close to leaving the water.
The water spilled over the side as the new guy sat down. Benny wrapped his arms around my waist and as I settled into his lap I realized his swimsuit was around his ankles. A very thick, hard penis sat between my ass cheeks. Surprisingly thick.
“How long have you two been together?” The new guy asked.
“Oh we’re just friends.” Benny answered. He lifted me slightly. I could feel his hand under me. Then a hard object was against my pussy. Oh no. As the men talked, Benny grabbed my hips and slowly, firmly pulled me down. With all the moving water I didn’t think it would happen, but his cock firmly rubbed against my lips. I saw flashes of light as the head of his penis rubbed against me, threatening to enter.
I could barely suppress a moan as he teased me like I hadn’t been teased since my ex. I felt like his cock was never ending. His hand then snaked around to slowly rub my clit.
I had stopped listening to the conversation completely as the next few minutes dragged by, Benny slowly pulsing his hips into me. In public. In front of two strangers. I wanted him to enter me so badly. I needed it.
Finally the elderly guy left. The big guy, named Chris, asked if we wanted him to move so I didn’t have to be on Bennys lap. Benny declined and pulsed into me again, drawing a gasp from me. They kept talking, fast friends now.
Then the jets stopped. The water went still. Time seemed to slow down. I looked for the jets button, realizing it was right by Chris. There was no way to get out of this.
Chris’ eyes widened as he realized my tits were out. He trailed down to my bush. Then he realized Benny wasn’t wearing shorts.
“Oh.” Is all he said.
“Want to touch?” Benny asked calmly.
“For real?” Chris asked. He quickly looked around.
“Hit the jets.” Benny said. Chris obliged. The water roiled again. Benny slid me over the water, into Chris’ lap. I didn’t even fight it. I didn’t fight it as his hands started to grope me. I didn’t fight it as his finger entered my vagina.
I wanted it.
I had just gotten married this year. This cruise was technically my honeymoon. And strangers were using my body.
Then it was over. Benny pulled me away, gave my suit back and ordered me to meet him that night in his room. I had to find a way. It happened so fast.
I got dressed in my suit and walked back to my chair with shaky legs. I laid out in the sun to dry out. A few minutes later my husband arrived and we laid out together. My eyes kept drifting to the hot tub…
My Life as a Dream Doll – Part 3 / FINAL [Femdom, BDSM, Sissification, Orgasm Control]
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**III.**
You can’t remember the last time you left the dungeon. Her world has become yours, as surely as you have become Hers. Or maybe you were always Hers.
Your breasts are sore, still, in a pleasant kind of way. The implants are new, and they ache each time they bounce as your body arches into the rhythm of the edging machine wrapped around your cock.
The concentric rings work the shaft of your cock, stroking it faster and faster until you hear the tell-tale beep of one of the pulse sensors attached to your wrist, and then the stroking cuts and you feel the hard edge of your orgasm blunted.
Saturday Morning [MMF]
Ever since I jerked off my ole man’s coworker, Tyrese, while I sucked off my ole man, at lunch he hasn’t let him forget it. My ole man told me he brings it up probably once a week asking if I can do it again to him.
Friday, a few of my ole man’s friends were going out for some beers and do men stuff. They all decided to meet up at our house and ride in my ole man’s Suburban. I thought I’d give them a treat and one wore a white tank top, no bra and shorty shorts while they waited for everyone to show up. The girls (44DDDs) hung and flopped around and a bit of my ass cheeks peeked out of my shorts. A few of the guys didn’t make it obvious that they were eyeing me up n down. A few either didn’t care or they were awestruck by my hard nips poking through my thin top.
01.20.23.01 QUITTING MY JOB & BEING TAKEN BY THE TAKE-OUT MANAGER [M54/F30][oral]
The lunch was amazing. The partners whom I submitted my surprise resignation to a couple of hours earlier, took me out to eat at the private Fort Worth Club a few blocks away. I was boarding a plane back to Paris on Sunday, so I ordered something totally regional, a chicken fried steak and all the necessary sides. I had never heard so many affirming and gracious sentiments directed my way in the few hours around the table and on my final walk back to the entrance to the parking garage as we parted ways. A sense of relief permeated the inside of the interior of the Acura MDX I had borrowed from my older sister I was staying with for my stop over in Ft. Worth. I took a deep breath and sighed. It felt like there was a new and empty space in my chest and mind. It was all done. With the ignition and hum of the fine tuned motor under the hood, it was literally my new start. I was also aware of the smell of this new SUV and the incredible handling and ride as I drove back to my sister’s house. After a debriefing with my sister and brother-in-law on my resignation, I retired to the guest room to answer an incredible but beautiful feeling of sleep that was descending on me. When I awoke a couple of hours later, I found myself wanting to take another drive. I offered to treat my hosts for some Tex-Mex takeout, and volunteered to go pick it up. I wanted to drive that car again. The light of the day was setting as I parked the SUV in the “to go” parking space. I entered my information in the restaurant’s app, noting I had arrived and was in space #4. Within minutes a brunette woman who seemed to be in her thirties came into view from the establishments outside lighting carrying two large take out bags. She was wearing dark black leggings and a long sleeve baseball jersey like top, with a v-neck and buttons up the front. Her ample breasts beneath the jersey soon caught my eye. I lowered the window. “Where shall I put your order sir? Front seat? Back seat?” I looked at her name badge, she wasn’t a regular employee, she was the restaurant manager. She walked around to the other side and opened the front passenger door. “On the floor sir?” she looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes. Her cleavage was in full view as the interior lights spotlighted her as she bent forward into the car to place the bags down. I was immediately aroused. She caught my eyes looking at her and then looked up and connected with mine. She wasn’t phased or blushed, but smiled and reached to hand me my receipt. Her hand deliberately passed mine as she rested the receipt directly on my hardness through my pants, and she held it there against me. She got into the passenger seat and closed the door behind her. “My name is Vivian,” she quietly said, as the lights shut off. She unbuckled my belt, unlatched my pants and pulled my zipper down in what felt like a blurred moment. I felt her take my hard cock into the warmth of her mouth as she immediately began to stroke me. I reached underneath the front of her and grabbed her breast with my right hand, feeling her hardened nipples through the jersey fabric. My left hand was on her head as I felt the softness of her hair. I was at my precipice fast as I arched my back and held her head in place as I my surge overwhelmed me and I began shooting streams of my cum into her mouth. My spasms were strong, but she stayed fixed as her lips closed tight around my shaft. When the last of my release subsided, she remained connected as I felt her throat muscles swallow. With that, she got back up and handed me some paper napkins from the bags as she sat back in the passenger seat and sighed. She pulled the visor down and fixed her hair and make-up in the vanity mirror. As she opened the door to leave, she turned and smiled at me and with a wink said, “Welcome to us, Jett. Welcome to us.” She shut the car door and as I looked down to clean the head of my cock with the napkin and then looked back up, she had disappeared, only the sight of the restaurant’s side door closing, framed in the lighting of the building’s fixtures.