My [F]irst [FFM] threesome

Last Friday night was one of the best of my life. First off, apologies, this may be a long one. My husband and I are new to swinging. We’ve been to a swinger’s club and met a few very cool people, including John and Luna. They’re both in their mid-thirties; John is the kind of guy who makes you laugh your clothes off, and Luna is initially shy but with a seriously kinky sex kitten in her. Looks wise, he has sandy hair, average height and a very sexy ass. She has amazing curves, dark curly hair you immediately want to run your hands through and about C cup breasts, with long, firm nipples. They have kids, so are limited to hang out when they can get a babysitter. I am a bit younger (late twenties), 1.74m, 34 E breasts with puffy nipples and an upturned nose most people call cute. Also, dimples.

John and I started texting which turned dirty pretty quickly. Luna was a bit more reserved, so I was really looking forward to seeing her in person to get a bit closer to her. I was burning up to see them and hopefully get naked too. Hubby and I wanted to go to the club on Friday, but no-one we know was going. He eventually wanted to rather meetup with friends from work, and it would be awkward if I joined.

A Night on my sailboat [MF] [MM]

AN EVENING ON MY SAILBOAT (A 100% true story.)

When I was younger I was a partner in a beautiful thirty two foot Catalina sailboat.
My boat was docked at Monroe St. harbor.
I didn’t have the money to have a berth on the dock and had to settle on tying up to a can.
Cans are buoys that are evenly spaced out in the harbor.
The only way to reach your boat is to ether have a small dingy or to use the tender boats.
These are basically water taxis that would drive you over to your boat.

Here in Chicago we have a tradition called Venetian Night.
People dress up their boats and often join the parade of boats as they motor around the harbor and lake shore.
Other use it as just another excuse to party on their boats (As if boaters need a reason to party.).
Traditionally I would just invite a couple of friends and stay moored to our can as we grilled our food
while drinking an excess of beer.

A Moment of Panic and an Evening of Pleasure [MF]

It was a normal day at work and I was arriving home after my wife as usual. I opened the front door of the house and heard music coming from the bedroom, which usually meant my wife was cleaning or having a solo dance party. Once I dropped my jacket and bag at the door I realized it was more than just music I was hearing. I could hear our wood headboard banging against the wall, almost in time with the music and my wifes loud yet almost stifled moans. I had an intense feeling of panic wash over me. My immediate thought was of my wife getting fucked on our bed by some guy that I didn’t know, or worse, did know.

I didn’t know how to react and it took me a moment to move from my frozen state. I walked quietly to our bedroom and pushed open the half closed door, half horny, half ready to attack. When I got to the end of our bedroom hallway and peeked around the corner, there wasn’t anyone there with my wife, much to my relief.

This is wrong – 1

It has been five years since I am in Pune. I still remember the day I cam here and when my dad came to drop me. Teary eyed, he was having hard time saying good bye to his only son. Frankly I too was feeling bad. After all his Abhi was going to stay alone in an alien city for the first time. Abhi for Abhimanyu that is what all use to call me.Why my parents decided to name me after a person who was killed in battle still baffles me. I tired asking but never found satisfactory answers. I had never been out of my hometown which means I was never out of their eye sight for a long time. The most I can recollect is when I had to go for some school camp which was about three or five days. My mom is a very sentimental person, so when I told her that I had to move to Pune for my job, she did not talk to me for the whole day. My mom cried so much when I was leaving that I almost had a change of heart and decided that I better live with my parents with some meager salary than work for some reputed company. After all what is the use of all the money when you don’t have your loved ones with you to enjoy it.

Almost caught pounding my girlfriend [F]

Let me give you a bit of some back story. I was 18, she was barely 18. Her parents were really strict about her dating, and we kind of just dated behind their backs, they knew me, but they only thought I was a friend of hers, and invited me in for dinner occasionally. She was 5’3”, slim thick, she had curves where it really mattered, her tits would fill my hands a little too much and god damn, when she would undress, the true beauty of her curves would reveal, she could tempt any guy if she wanted to. This isn’t my ex from the previous post I made, this was before her, so don’t get her mixed up with this girl.

[FM] A guys fantasy about going after another guy told by the wife

I’m Asian, in my 40’s, 5’3″ and in the 130’s

He was an ex-coworker (that I became good friends with) that was in town visiting for some work. We had kept in touch and he had talked about how he had a fantasy about going after another guy.
Well, one day he stopped over my house soon after my husband had left for a business trip. It was early afternoon and the kids were next door preoccupied.. My husband and I had sex right before he had left and this drop in from my friend was supposed to be just a quick visit to give me some tickets to a event. We got to talking and it came up how I had just had sex. I saw his eyes light up and I knew what he was thinking. He asked if we could go to the bedroom and he could take a look “at what was left behind”. I agreed as it was making him so excited.

Boss has a worker blow him.

So I worked for a company a was a production manager . I had 60 people I look after both men and women. Everyone had my phone number I got text all the time about everyone in people lives. One night I was playing poker with friends a women from work text me. That she was stuck in a town 2 hours away. I said I would come pick her up if she need to get home. We send text back and forth for 2 hour about everything. Do she said she did not need a ride home but she had the hots for me. I said OK but you do remember I your boss and I should not be talking to she about anything sexual. She said she did not care. So I said prove it. And she did. Sent me a picture of her tits. Over the next 6 months I have had blowjob in my office and fuck her in 7 different places at work. Then she got hurt a left work and found a easyer job. Than about 3 months later another women start flirting with be at work. So I call her in to my office and told her that it was not right I wad her boss. And she said she did not care jump on my desk and lifted her shirt up. And ask me if I like her tits. And yes yes I did like them. She give me a bowjob and we have fucked a couple of time . Then I left the company because it started go down hill because of the owner. I do still talk to both women. But there is something about doing a coworker that a turn on.

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Getting fucked at ‘Church’ in a little cabin [F28] [MF]

Hi Lovely Reddit, sorry I didn’t post any slutty adventures for a while. Me and my dom broke up, so I took a little break.

But the best way to get over a break-up is of course going on new adventures… :D. The guy starring in todays story is ‘Marco’ from my last story: a MFM together with my ex. We went to a gay-club on a mixed night. Boy-o-boy can we all learn from their facilities haha!

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We were standing on the dancefloor of Club Church. The red lipstick that matched my short skirt was long gone. We danced and we kissed. Every now and then his hand dissappeared under my skirt, squeezing my butt or stroking over my pussy.

Suddenly he grabbed my hand and led the way off the dancefloor, down the stairs. There were cabins in the hall, he pushed a few doors open until he found one he liked. Everything in the cabin was black. It was not much bigger than a fitting room. He dimmed the light, locked the door and immediately pushed me with my face against the wall. He pulled my skirt up and peeled my tights and panties down. He grabbed a condom, slapped my bare ass a couple of times and buried himself in my soaking wet pussy while he pulled my head back by my hair. “You like that huh? Little slut?”. Fuck.

Fucking My Best Friend’s Dad

One minute I was in orgasmic bliss, my eyes rolled back, my body arched, and the next I was being whisked across the room. He told me to scoop up my clothes, and I certainly did. What the fuck was about to happen? Bra check, panties check. Cheerleader top; got it! Shoes and skirt? Still on. Phew, ok, I have everything. He pushed me under his desk and held a finger to his mouth. So authoritative. So controlling. So hot! He got his clothes on in a hurry, sat down and finished the zip of his fly just in the nick of time.

I was curled up. My back pressed again the solid oak front plate of the desk. My knees were tucked into my body, pressing on my tits. My nipples were still hard. I clasped my hands around the front of my knees and pulled myself into an even tighter ball. My breathing had slowed from the intense fucking, but my heart raced on, anxious and afraid. Afraid of being caught.

In writing a new story, Captured by a tribe…. I’m looking for feedback?

I was a great explorer.
I had explored every continent. I had sailed every river worth sailing.

But eventually while traveling through a forest, previously untraversed die to unknown reasons, this great explorer met his match.

He was captured in a net while climbing a shear cliff face.
But who had captured him?
He hung there for the whole night, as it was late when he set out, hanging by his feet in the net, for the whole night and half the next day. When he awoke, he was still suspended but he heard voices. Voices speaking in some native tongue he had not heard before, (he spoke 8 languages).

But who was it that was speaking this language?
A group of very attractive women. No men in sight. All these women had long, flowing golden locks down to their waste. But what what really different was what they wore.
They wore very rudimentary covers over their bodies. Not even worth calling it clothing. It was nothing more than a few bands of what looked to be vine.

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