Human Anatomy and Sexuality 101 – Part Four [MFF] [Threesome] [Exhib] [Mast]

Week 4 – Self-Stimulation

The Saturday after our third class happened to be my birthday, but when I woke up the house was empty. There was a note from my wife, Leslie, informing me that she had run out for a bit, but that she would be home shortly. Also that her sister Rachel would be coming home with her, so I should make sure that I was dressed when they got back. Joke’s on her, I thought with a grin, Rachel had not only seen me naked twice now during our last two classes, but I had eaten her out and she had helped jack me off. But I got dressed nonetheless, as Leslie was not aware of the personal nature of our Human Anatomy and Sexuality class.

When the girls got back they had all of the stuff for a barbecue, but suggested a dip in the pool before we started grilling. I went up and got changed into my suit, and they suggested I head to the pool while they got changed. When they came out the back door, they were both wearing what appeared to be new bikinis, and they were the smallest ones I had ever seen with tiny patches covering their nipples and pussies and strings everywhere else. “Happy Birthday,” they both said simultaneously with big smiles on their faces. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Was my wife really offering herself and her sister to me as a birthday present? I couldn’t wait to see where this was leading.

In The Shower [MF]

This just happened a few hours ago.

I am weirdly energetic in the afterglow, so I thought I would share.

My wife and I shared a very stressful last week of the holuday season. Lots of travel, lots of passive-aggressive, dysfunctional in-laws, lots of tears.

So, we seized advantage of a slow resumption of post-holiday business and “use or lose” vacation time. After the kids headed off to school, we lounged around, then hit the gym.

Before we even left the house, I knew that I wanted to fuck my wife’s brains out after we got back. She looked hot (5’4″, 130, 36 D, long, wavy brown hair, piercing and expressive blue eyes) in her workout outfit. I wanted to see her out of it ;-)

I attacked her on the way back to the front door after returning from the gym. As I kissed her and wrapped my arms around her, she half-complained, “But I’m all sweaty and gross!” I spun her around, smacked her pert ass, and said in a growl, “Well, then you should go hop in the shower!”

She walked to the master suite, stripping as she went. I followed close behind.

Curing her headache [MF]

On Friday night my wife promised that we would have sex, as it had been about 2 weeks with visiting relatives for Christmas and her time of the month, (Both situations I am good to go with but are non-starters for her.) However Friday night came and the kids got in the way and nothing happened I went to bed frustrated (which is fairly normal). However, Saturday morning my wife rolled over and said she had a headache but was ready for me if I wanted. I jumped up and attacked her with passion. I didn’t wait around and within 10 min had busted a nut deep inside her pussy. I asked her if she wanted to have an orgasm which she declined as she had a abad headache.

I got up and showered and made the family breakfast, a couple hours later she still complained her head was killing her, so i offered to give her a massage. I locked the door got her undressed and grabbed the oil. For the next 1+ i massaged her back, neck, hips and legs, working very hard to help her relax. as that wind down her headache persisted I asked if I could give her an orgasim as it helps with some of my worst headaches. She said she didn’t think it would help but would let me try.

Obedience – PT1 (MF) (MDom / Fsub)

*”I’m not going to cum until you touch me.”*

In the beginning, it was easy. My sex drive is fairly average. I go through swings of wanting to be left well enough alone save for a night of cuddling to needing to be bent over the arm of the couch, fucked rough until I’m moaning, with lots of in-between. On those in-between days, I might draw my fingers between my thighs out of boredom or to help fall asleep. Other days I’ll be perfectly content with reading, gaming, cooking…

After a touch starved while, the in-between days begin to vanish, especially when I’m around you. This is a callback to my admiration at your attention to detail: your pristine suits, moderate temperament. Everything is measured. I would love to say that I have the ability to make you abandon your self control, but I have no such sway over you. If I do, you do a very good job of hiding it, letting it only show through when your hands are woven in my hair and your lips are on mine, kissing me until we are breathless and needing.

My First Sexual Experience. [BiMale] [older/younger][true story][gay][crossdressing]

This story is about 95% true. The location has changed and some elements of the story have been altered to reduce any identifying details.

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Growing up, I knew something was different about me. I liked the feeling of being feminine; the movements, the clothes, the panties, and the feeling of being penetrated, having something inside me.

I lived in a rural area of the Texas panhandle, a collection of trailers outside of a small town in tornado alley. The trailers were all on 2-3 acre lots, so they weren’t exactly close together. This afforded some privacy for my sexual antics as a kid, but also allowed for plenty of gossip to get around.

When I was 6 or so, I discovered the feeling of lace on my body. Around 8 I discovered anal penetration. Around 10, I was tired of playing with myself and deep down inside, I knew I wanted to be intimate with a man. Small town Texas in the late eighties didn’t afford many opportunities, and you couldn’t really just come out. So what was a bottom boy to do? Raid your mother’s panty drawer, find household objects to stick inside you, and be ready to take advantage of any opportunity to dress that became available.

Cougar Chronicles: The Not So Great Outdoors [FM]

So I have never been brave enough to try public sex, so the one time I do maybe semi public, it was an evening to remember. 

So I met up with this younger guy at the college/tech school not far from my work. It’s actually nice out there, on top of a giant hill that over looks the city and some points you get a nice view of the river. So Jeff had a job as an advisor there. 

I met Jeff after work at the park at the school. He was younger than I really was used to. He was 23 and I was 38. He was tall, but being barely 5’1, everyone is tall to me. We talked for a bit, he told me about his hobby of Ultimate Frisbee. I just nodded my head and appeared interested. The whole time I was thinking, “wtf is ultimate frisbee?!!?” I was really hoping my face wasn’t saying it either. It was. He said ,”you are cute when are trying to pretend to understand”. Ok the guy was a little bit arrogant, sometimes that’s my type. Then I just let him mansplane Ultimate Frisbee. It kind of irritated me, but then again he got way excited explaining it to me so I thought that was cute. 

All That Jazz [MF]

“I don’t mind you comin’ here. And wastin’ all my time. ‘Cause when you’re standin’, oh so near…” The alarm on my phone played The Cars hit from my dresser, waking me up at 4:30. I groaned and rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I tasted the rancid flavor of the previous night’s beer and liquor on my breath and felt a dull throb in the base of my skull, presumably from the same source. None of it mattered though; not the early start, not the mild hangover, not even the fact that I had forgotten to turn on the heat the night before and it was now 45 degrees in the apartment. The day was finally there: Vacation. Sixteen days of road tripping, visiting national parks, hiking, and camping, with a mandatory brief stop at my parents place for Thanksgiving. I had not had a vacation in almost a year, and I was so ready to get out of town. I showered, brushed my teeth, grabbed my bag, and left on my trip by 5:00 am. I pulled out of the parking lot and rolled down the window, letting the brisk November air wash over me.

My wife fucks a bigger and better man while I sit and watch in the closet [MF] [M]

For starters my wife is /u/revengefeelssogood and you can look at past posts by either of us for an idea of the kind of stuff we got up to in the past, but to basically sum it up, we do cuck role play where she pretends (to the other guys) that I have no clue, and she’s just cheating. Usually she tells me about it afterwards but on this night I got to watch.

This happened about a week ago, when an old guy friend of hers, Ed, who I had met maybe a handful of times before was in town for the holidays. I always found him to be a condescending dick, but the girls all loved him. My wife had never fucked him before, but some of her girlfriends had and she knew he had a big dick and came highly recommended. So when he asked her if she wanted to get a drink, we were both pretty excited. We had been talking about having me watch from the closet for a while and this seemed like the perfect chance.

Where there’s a Will, there’s a Way (more stories about the thick dick boy next door) [FM]

After giving Will his first successful blowjob, he and I hung out a bit that night, not bothering to put clothes on. He had a bit of weed so he opened his window and we lay there naked smoking a joint. We didn’t do much talking, mainly just vibing.

“I can’t believe that happened?” He said, basically giggling.

“The blow job?”

“Yeah. No. I mean.. I used to jack off to your facebook when I was a kid,” he blurted out.

“Ewww, why would you tell me that!” I said, laughing, pushing him. I stood up, teasing like I’d walk away. He must have appreciated the jiggle as I started to walk away, because I saw that something else was also starting to… get up.

“so, what did you think about, when you did that,” I asked, leaning in and lightly running a finger over his cock. I got on my knees in front of the bed. He admitted his fantasy had simply been putting his cock between my tits. I giggled at that. Literally all guys ask for that. “I don’t blame you,” I teased, rubbing my nipples. “The girls are pretty great.”

How I [m] discovered that my cum feels pretty fucking good on my asshole.

I like to edge myself. I find that it both drags out the pleasure, and makes the eventual orgasm just that much stronger. Sometimes, however, you play a liiiiittle bit too strong, and go over the edge. On this instance, it wasn’t all the way over, just a little spurt or two. I was still hard as fuck, but had a little bit of cum on my fingertips. I had found before that I liked on occasion to run a finger or two over my asshole, and with a little cum on my hand I kinda thought “what if…”

And so that’s how I found myself rubbing my cummy fingers on my ass, and, eventually, finger fucking my own load into my tight hole. All while kneading my cock and balls with my left hand, ultimately leading to an absolutely absurdly strong orgasm.