(This is a very silly bit of nonsense, and nobody really gets what they wants.)
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(This is a very silly bit of nonsense, and nobody really gets what they wants.)
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This happened about 5 years ago, but I figured it would be hot to tell. I was 22 single, working my first job out of college. I was roughly 6 months in when I began hearing buzz about the big company trip to NYC. Essentially it was a conference for the entire company to go and network and listen to talks. I knew it would be boring but everyone said it was a giant party at night for 3 days. Say no more, I’m in.
We get up to NYC and the next day is just a bunch of meetings. Around 3pm everything slows down and everyone heads back to their room to hang out before the night starts up. I decided to hit the gym as I was looking forward to the night. You know how it is, a young guy on his own for a big work trip. I think everyone has this crazy sexual fantasy of meeting some hot girl in this situation and having crazy hot sex. I’ll be the first one to tell you, I had zero expectations going into this whole thing. I figured what the hell, I’ll get drunk, flirt and have a good time.
My [39M] wife, Clara [35F], and I spent the holiday season much as we usually do, between home and various parties hosted by our friends and work. Most are casual, but every year, her friend Diana throws a proper soirée at a community center and it’s usually a week or so before Christmas. Everyone knows the date a month in advance because you’re supposed to go all out. Dress to the nines, break out the nice jewelry, and plan to drink top shelf all night at the open bar with fancy finger foods to help sop it all up.
Well this year Clara had surprised me with an advent calendar full of sexy gifts. But today, the 16th, the calendar just said, “you’ll know it when you hear it.”
Well the whole day passed and I tried to read sex into the most mundane things Clara said like “take out the trash” and “can you vacuum the carpet.” Those were, regrettably, just chores.
I was getting, well, antsy, because we were going to a VERY fancy party, and we always stayed late… because everyone stayed late.
**(Note that all names and certain details are changed to preserve anonymity).**
I’m 46, 5’7”, about 130lbs, pretty well toned for my age, with brown eyes, black pixie cut hair and fake 34D tits.
There’s a nude beach not too far from my home. Sometimes when the weather is nice I will take a day off from work and drive up there, either by myself or with my husband, Spencer, if he feels like it and can take the time. Last time I did it was on a Tuesday during the summer.
I called the office to tell them I wouldn’t be in, threw on a bikini and a coverup, gathered some things together and hopped in the car. Spencer was too busy so I went by myself. I arrived at the beach nice and early.
The nude part is about a 20 minute walk along the regular beach from the car park, behind a protruding cliff. I got there and it was quiet, only a few scattered people here and there, which probably meant the nudist part would be almost empty, which was ideal.
I had just finished my run on the treadmill and was stretching when he texted me.
His phone was blowing up with texts from his sister and her deadbeat boyfriend. He told them months ago about his plans to move out and was finally executing those plans.
He wanted to know if I wanted a coffee I said “yes”. I had already had made coffee, but I wanted to see him before he went to work and witness the family drama in person on his phone.
I greeted him with a kiss, he gave me a long look over in my running tight and jog bra and my hair in a ponytail before he put his coat on my counter and set his bag next to it.
I sipped my hot coffee and watched as he scrolled through his texts and then handed me his phone. I saw first hand what he had been explaining and texting me about. It was pure lunacy.
I handed his phone back to him and listened to him rant before shushing him and giving him a kiss. I told him that everything will work out and he needs to relax as my hand pressed into his crotch.
TL:DR – Got an amazing blowjob and had drunk anal sex with a friend’s sister in college, leading to regular hookups for awhile.
So this was years ago when I (28m) was in college.
I’d gone over to a friend’s house, let’s say her name is Violet, to drink and blow off some steam after a particularly rough round of midterms. We’d do this on a fairly regular basis with a whole group of friends and roommates, getting absolutely trashed and going over our classes and tests since we were in the same major.
Now, Violet and I never had a thing despite her being absolutely gorgeous. Petite blonde, nice body, funny, but I just never had any desire to have sex with her. Besides, she had a long-term boyfriend (now husband) who is an awesome dude to hang out with. Violet’s sister Pink, on the other hand…
Tall, curvy, brunette, just a great body, very open, and one of the biggest flirts I’ve ever met. She was a year below us in college and was always present for our drunken escapades since she was living with her sister. I swear basically all the men that were ever over or in the group wanted to be with her at one point or another, and frankly, several of us succeeded.
The best seat in town is right here, on my face.
I want you to stand at the end of the bed, slowly peel your leggings down, bending over to show me your firm, strong ass.
Leave the underwear on for now, I like when you put a hand down your underwear and play when i can’t see… the tease makes me throb.
I’ll be laying on the bed, hand down my pants rubbing my cock as it begins to throb watching you strip.
You take off your shirt, setting those perfect perky tits free, and doing that little shimmy you always do… still turning me on.
You tell me to lose the pants, I oblige… leaving my boxers on, showing you the bulge my rock hard dick is causing. You lick your fingers and reach down your underwear again and start rubbing, telling me to jerk off while I watch you play.
I pull down my boxers and pull out my throbbing dick, ready for what ever you have planned next.
I was on the sofa and he leaned over me, started teasing me, kissing my neck and face, pushing his tongue into my mouth; his hand got heavy around my neck while I sucked his tongue panting.
His knee was between my thighs and I started moving my pelvis, rubbing against him… he kept stroking and squeezing my neck, sometimes I was short of breath and I became more and more wet.
Clutching his hand around my neck he whispered close to my ear “do you want to come into the bedroom with me?” but I, impatient as always – with a faint voice – replied “no… take me here ” lowering my shorts.
Not even the time to rest his erection against my vulva, which had already slipped inside me, soaked as it was.
He started fucking me hard and squeezing my neck for the last time, to my ear, he said “you are absolutely a slut “, he repeated it several times while I moaned and nodded…
Teasing
I have been so hard just thinking about you all day, imagining how much I’d love to slide my hand around your throat and hold you against my bare chest
Feel my lips on your soft skin as i run them along your neck, gently kissing while my free hand runs along your hips, across your stomach, and up your top to tease your nipples while i nibble your ear, gently whisper a single command: “You’re going to be a good girl for me now”
As i run my lips down to the base of your neck, my hand slides in sync along your stomach until i reach your waist, gently running my fingers just until i feel you being to quiver in my arms,
Then retreating my hand slowly all the way back to your chest, denying you the satisfaction of my touch
Using my grip on your throat to hold you tight until you start to squirm from my touch, desperately grinding yourself against me while you beg for more,
“Good girl” is all I say
I was in the finishing touches of getting our tea and sandwiches ready when Mags rushed in from the backyard, began stripping off her gardening clothes and called for me to follow as she headed for the shower upstairs. I gathered up her things and as I climbed the steps I began to unbuckle and unbutton in anticipation of a bit of unexpected soapy fun. But as soon as I opened the shower stall door Mags looked at me in such a way I knew I was mistaken. She smiled and shook her head as she sudsed and washed herself letting me know I wasn’t invited. She could see my disappointment and cooed that she would explain and for me to be patient. I smiled back, proceeded to buckle and button myself up and sat on our bed to wait.
She exited the shower wrapped in one towel drying her hair with another and sat sat her vanity. She began to brush her Auburn hair in long strokes, then faced me and excitedly recounted all that had transpired in the shed in minute detail. I could tell she was elated. It was if she had come to life again after being in a sexual coma for almost a full year. As I said earlier, she could always take care of my needs but hers surpassed my capabilities and we knew and accepted that within our union. So throughout lockdown most of her libidinous persona was in a medically induced coma.