[MFM] Our First Hotwife

July 13, 2020
Our First Hot Wife

[35M] [31F]
I’ve always been intrigued by the lifestyle. The thought of hot people and hot couples swapping and sharing each other has always turned me on. Even if we only touched each other sexually, maybe a wandering hand or body part was touching me or my wife during our playtime together. That alone turns me on. Maybe we have our wives pinned back to back and using them as leverage to fuck them deeper while we look at each other moan and feel the pleasure of all of our skin touching.
That being said, I discovered the attraction to gangbang porn. I just kept gravitating towards it and that’s when it clicked. I am insanely attracted to gorgeous women and insanely attracted to gorgeous big cocks surrounding her. The way she looks with cocks in both hands while taking one in the mouth.

That’s when it REALLY clicked.

I want to gangbang my wife. Period.

[M]y innocent friend from high school became a kinky slut

Back in high school there was this one girl who was pretty ditzy and cute. Always very nice and seemed to be really sheltered and gullible.
Fast forward 15 years, I stumbled upon her FB profile and we got to messaging each other and did some catching up. Some how the conversations turned to how sexual she has become since high school and she wanted to “show me” first hand.
A week later I drove down to see her and went to her place. She greeted me with wearing nothing but a bath robe and asked me if I wanted to unwrap my present. She was wearing nothing but high heels and a smile.
We started kissing and then I turned her around bent her over and started licking her wet pussy, she moaned and arched her back. She loved it. I then stood up and started fucking her on her bed. We moved to her mounting me on the bed riding me. Then she asked if I wanted a surprise. I said sure.
She sat up off my cock and slowly started to put it in her ass. She was so tight. It was amazing. She loved it in her ass.
We continued to fucking for about 20 minutes until I can down her throat.
We got to talking and a few minutes later started round 2. She asking if I wanted her to squirt, which I was excited to see. She first had me finger her, she begged for more. Then I added a finger, then another and another. Soon I had my whole fist in her pussy. She started moaning loudly and then it happened. She squirted all over my body and face it was amazing.
She sucked my cock once more and swallowed all of my cum.
I thanked her as she giggled.
I was pleasantly surprised how much of a slut she had become and I was the more happier because of it.

A night with cousin at [M]y other cousin’s wedding – India; true story (Pt. 1)

Hi there, I’d love to try writing erotic fiction, but since this is the first post, I’d begin with a true story. There’s no crazy sexual stuff, so if that’s your thing, there are plenty of great stories on this subreddit. Happy reading, and please leave your comments and suggestions.
It was the year 2014. I was 18 at the time. There was a family wedding, my maternal uncle’s daughter was getting married, and like most fat Indian weddings, it was an affair of a few days, when the entire (extended) family gets together, an entire hotel is booked for the family that stays together for a 2-3 days, helping in preparation for the grand function. All this is apart from the 700 odd guests who’re invited for dinner on wedding day.
Anyway, I got together with my cousins, and we played and made merry for the next couple of days.

Darcy’s Doubts: Day 1 [M/T]

This is a work in progress and is not a quick fap, I hope to add more sex in the beginning after another round of editing, but for now I just want to share this. Hope you enjoy!

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“This is your pilot speaking, we’ll be landing in Chicago…”. I ignored the rest, too excited to finally be here. Chicago, the Windy City, the Second City, whatever else people are calling it nowadays. I’d been here a couple of times with my family when I was younger. We’d go to the zoo and the pier every time we came. Dad always talked about moving to the big city. Until a weekend of expensive food and parking convinced him otherwise.

Today I’ll be making his dream a reality thanks to the *fancy* new job I landed. My new company was clear, they needed me asap, so I hopped a flight quick as I could. I came with nothing but a duffle bag, backpack, and the clothes on my back. To be honest I didn’t own much else. Anything else I did own I left for my old roommates to fight over.

Sit In Their Lap

When I sit in their lap, I feel so small and protected. But I also feel powerful because at any moment I could move my hips in a way that drives my partner crazy. Sitting in their lap means that they could wrap their arms around me, pulling my body into theirs. Or they could rest their hands on my hips, a silent reminder that this is where they will grab me when we are fucking. Or trace the curves of my spine, giving me goosebumps with their fingers. I just want to feel their body heat against my skin. I want to sit face to face with them, wrapping my arms around their neck to kiss them, then letting my hands melt down their face, chest, stomach, hips, and finally resting on their hard on. That’s when I start to feel desperate, like I have to get my clothes off and then their’s so that there’s nothing in between us. Of course, my clothes can’t hide how aroused I am, panties just get soaked too easily. However, once the panties are off its so easy to grind on their lap, or to finally slip their cock inside me. And that’s when the real fun starts ;)

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Part 2 European bathhouse tag team [mmf]

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She continued to lie on her back, her partners cock in her mouth. She became
increasingly squirmy as she neared climax and couldn’t keep her partner’s cock in her mouth. Eventually her hips bucked and she came hard, with even more liquid coming from her pussy.

I still had no condom but had a big hard on (I’m about 6 inches, cut, with decent girth.) I’m not sure why, but I decided not to get a blowjob from her, even though her partner was encouraging her to give me one. Instead I knelt over her, as she continued to suck on her partner, and masturbated, shooting ropes onto her belly and tits.

My interest quickly subsided once I came and I got up, found a clean towel and mopped up my face. I made eye contact with one of the other guys who had fucked her as I was leaving – “wasn’t she awesome he said”. Yes, she was.

I haven’t been back there since and I must say the whole process took a lot of patience. I often go to the gay nights just because it’s easier to get action, but I would definitely prefer to have the chance to tag team another woman.

Part 1: European bathhouse tag team [mmf]

Trying this in two parts as I can’t seem to post this long story. This is part 1:
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As some of you may know, many European cities have public saunas and bath houses. While many of these are targeted toward gay men, they do often have mixed nights. This is a story about one of those mixed nights. (About me: late 30s American guy, 5’11” about 195lbs)

I consider myself bi, so has been to this club on gay nights previously. It has a locker room, bar area, several private rooms, a big hot tub, sauna and steam room. When I got there, there was a woman in the locker room just leaving and another woman in a towel chatting with a guy at the bar. Probably an additional 20 or so guys variously in the hot tub, sauna, and steam room. As it wasn’t a gay night, everyone was mostly just standing around waiting for some action.

After a little while, an Asian woman and tall European guy arrived. I’d guess she was mid to late 40s, and he in his 50s. They went to the hot tub and were chatting. People mostly left them alone but it was clear they were also the center of attention.

Before There Was Craigslist, There Were Chat Lines: Married White [M]an Confesses to Eating and Getting Sucked by Black [F] Lover, Many Times Over

I have now shared 4 confessions on erotic encounters with 4 different women, but now I want to go back a little earlier in time and describe some encounters I had with woman I met on telephone chat lines. In the late 1990s and into the next decade, this was how I’d try to meet women. The services ran ads in the back pages of the local alternative weekly, Quest and Nightline being the two most prominent. Men were expected to pay for their time, but I discovered that first-time callers got a certain number of free minutes, and this sent me scrambling around town in search of phone booths — yes, they existed then in abundance — to get as much free time as I could. I even called from all 6 of our office lines, and the fax line too. Sometimes after a few weeks, the chat lines would expunge their record of which phones had already used up their free minutes, so you could start all over again. I did not want to pay for a chat line service, as my wife might discover this on our credit card bill.

Nurse Lea [MF]

Lea Marie is my favorite nurse from the ICU. I met Lea a year and a half ago, we had a few shifts at the same time on the same floor. She was quite the go-getter and was always helping me with my patients when I fell behind. Lea and I became good acquaintances, what started as harmless small talk led to a wonderful encounter.

The first time I met Lea she was engaged to Robert. I remember her talking fondly of him, You could see the pure joy in her eyes. Lea was 22 and just graduated nursing school six months prior. Her and Robert had been dating the entire time in college. Robert seemed like a decent guy but it also sounded like he was an alcoholic at times. Lea didn’t take long to confide in me she was worried about marrying him. She had never really dated, and wondered if she was settling. I never really planned on doing anything with her so I told her the truth, that he sounded like an alcoholic and there were some red flags.

The Tease (A Touch Story) [M/F]

The drive home is long.

I sit in the back seat of the car and put the partition up, so that my driver cannot hear my disgruntled moans and sighs of frustration. I’ve known him for years; he knows I’m a miserable bastard. Even so, tonight has put a torture in me that burns so bright I can hardly stand it.

She teased me all night. I don’t know if she knew she was doing it or if she was just being herself, but it nearly killed me.

I learned tonight that coming in your pants isn’t just something that happens when you’re a teenager.

She flitted through the room of people, that fucking sexy body of hers hanging on tight to that little black dress. I could see her perky little nipples penetrate the fabric, begging to be seen.

Her legs seemed to have carried on for miles; I was dying to slip my rough hands over her thighs and follow them up, lose them under the dress and make them disappear inside her panties.

Or was she wearing panties? *Fuck*. All the blood in my capable body was surging to my cock.