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[M]y mother-in-law sucks my cock on the regular. Never underestimate the blowjob skills of a sexually frustrated 50-something woman.

I’m a married dad of two kids. My marriage is basically good, except that my wife struggles with mental illness. She’s been on antidepressants for years and has really bad mood swings. She’s a great mom and while our marriage is occasionally a challenge due to those issues, we get through it. She’s a good woman who just suffers from an illness. A big drawback of those meds, however, is that my wife has had basically no sex drive for years. We are a total dead bedroom.

My MIL is great – mid-50s, quite fit, funny, energetic lady. Longer strawberry blondish hair and big, mom-of-three-grown-kids tits. She loves me (so does FIL), both because I’m a decent dude and because I think they understand the challenges that my marriage to their daughter entail. We all have a great relationship. Especially these days.

About two and a half years ago, I popped over to the in-laws house one afternoon to drop off a casserole dish. MIL is around and insists I come in. She was wearing around-the-house shorts and a tank top of some sort. She was in a really good mood, and I realized she was probably a glass or three into a bottle of wine. She let me know that her husband (FIL) was out boating and wouldn’t be back for a while. Read more »

“The New Gynocracy” [MF] [Blackmail] [FemDom]

Originally posted at https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/other-fetishes/gynocracy/#post-381

By AsianHotwifesCuck

I woke up, showered, and headed in to work. I was read to get back to work after a week vacation. I was single, so I always enjoyed going on vacation. This time it was Thailand. There were never a shortage of beautiful Thai women who enjoyed a rich American man and were willing to please in any way possible.

When I got to work, someone else was in my assigned parking spot. I glanced at the sign in front of the car to read “Reserved for Ms. Summers”. I checked to make certain I was on the right floor. I was. This had been my parking spot since I made Vice president of my division over 3 years ago. Confused and a more than a little ticked off, I found an open parking spot elsewhere and headed in to the office. Read more »

And yet, I Reach. [straight]

And yet, I reach.

She tell me to grip harder; but it’s your hair I’m pulling, not hers. Your lips I’m tasting, your cunt I’m feeling.

It’s not healthy for me: this obsession over you. This uncontrollable feeling I have when I see the scars you left, scratches down my back. It’s a rune you’ve carved into me; a curse you’ve bestowed upon me. I’m unapologetically yours.

Oh and I’m trying hard to get you out of my mind. It’s not like it’s difficult for me to get dates; and I have dated. I’ve bought her drinks, I’ve even had stimulating conversations with her. She probably thinks we’re compatible too.

When the night is late, I’ll even lean in for the kiss. I’ll tell her how much fun I’ve had. I’ll invite her back to my place.

When we end up at my place, I’ll entertain. I’ll play her songs I wrote for you, about you. She usually just tells me they’re sad, or sexy, or both. She’ll probably ask for another drink, or sometimes we’re sparking up a J on my porch. Read more »

[MF]Daydreaming about her mature pussy

That day started just like the others; enjoying a cup of coffee and checking my email. As I went through the list of things to do for the day, I sensed she’d already gotten up. Her sweet murmuring of one of her favorite tunes adorned the gloominess of that early morning which made me smile instantly. Right after that, I immersed myself again into the sea of words and responsibilities displayed on my laptop. Thirty minutes or so passed and in a sudden, my curiosity bug bit me one more time, as if it was a wonderful omen of what’s to come. I went upstairs and noticed that the door of her bedroom was semi open. I slowly peeked and beheld her gorgeous body shape hinted by the towel she had on. There I was, without moving a single muscle hypnotized by that sight. Then, she took the towel off, revealing her amazing curvy ass and a hint of her freshly-shaved pussy. At that moment, I could feel my dick getting harder and harder. Oh, and those gorgeous tits…
The sexiness didn’t stop there; I loved the way she took out from her drawer a lacy black hipster and slid it onto her hot body in a series of moves that triggered my imagination. And as I stood there petrified, she looked at me, giving me a quirky smile. I felt ashamed but at the same time, horny af, as I wanna bang her so bad. There is one catch though, she’s my girlfriend’s mother.

[MF] – Sleeping with the Bowling Alley Girl!

(This story takes place in the UK, both partners are of legal age)

(M-24/F-17)

Payday, it’s quite an exciting day after weeks of being low on money because of ongoing transactions, paying bills and so on. But one of the things that I always look forward too, is going bowling with my family.

It’s become a tradition ever since the bowling alley opened just five minutes from us. It was Saturday night, at around 6:30, we arrived for our booking and got Lane 9. It was quite busy so a good atmosphere by all accounts. About halfway through the game, the lane was not bringing down the pins, so we called over a member of staff and in came the highlight of my night!

A young woman walked over, she is 17 years old about 5 foot 3, had blonde hair, b cup breasts and had a nice round ass that stood out in her tight leggings. Her work top did nothing to hide her nice breasts and I could see the black bra that she was wearing. Throughout the night, I looked over and watched her, but I knew it felt creepy, so I carried on bowling with my family. Read more »

Playing Footsies, Chapter 1 [Foot Fetish] [MF] [Fdom]

Will opened the door to his new flat and crossed the threshold.

“Hello?” No one had answered after the fourth firm knock so he tried the door handle and it had opened rather invitingly. He dropped his bag in the entrance hall and scratched the back of his head. Where was everyone? He raised his voice. “Is anyone home!?” His voice travelled through the house, bouncing off the walls.

“One second!” A feminine voice called out from inside somewhere.

Will felt a tingle and excitement rock his entire body. He always felt this way when he was about to meet some new feet.

The steps sounded closer and he took controlled breaths in an attempt to calm down in the excitement of impending feet. Come on Will, there’s plenty of time to ogle if you’re living with a girl.

The familiar sound of leather slapping against sole came closer and Will had to grit his teeth. A short girl with light hair rounded the corner and Will’s eyes shot straight to the floor before her. Read more »

Say it again

*Continuation of The Relationship, first post in available comments.*

*While not critical to understanding the story, Part One provides helpful context as it provides the back story of the two of them and sets the tone for the fly on the wall experience you will enjoy below.*

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“Say it again”, his whisper pierced the stillness of the hotel room.

“Say what?” Stella giggled, the coy edge of her seductive smile giving away how delighted she was to finally have something he wanted to hear.

But Levi was in no mood. He grabbed her wrists, tenderly, but intently. Looking just underneath her eyes in that sore, pleading way he doesn’t know that he doesn’t know how to fake. It caught Stella off guard. Could she be the first to have told him this?

Let’s go back to where it started. The parking lot of the Billings, Montana airport Hilton.

Levi’s corkscrew curls stretched to the middle of his shoulders. His hair was still wet, he wanted to look his best so Stella would have a parting final image of him as he dropped her off. Read more »

Stories for Kaila

You roll over in the morning, sun glinting through the blinds only to realize that your legs are meeting some kind of resistance. As your body adjusts to being awake you slowly realize that there’s a heat coming from between your thighs. A slight moan escapes from your lips as you feel my tongue sliding up and down your clit and the pleasure pushes the morning haze from your mind. Hearing your moan I stop for a moment to say,
“Good morning.”
Returning to your pussy, the pressure on your clit forces you to groan and push up against the pillows. Feeling the pressure and heat of my body and face against your throbbing lips, a smile escapes your lips as you moan out,
“Good morning, what’re you doing?”
“Exactly what it looks like.”
Returning to your body I peel back the hood of your clit and apply more pressure eliciting a low moan from your lips. After holding your body down for several more minutes you groan out the phrase that I love to hear, “don’t stop.” Read more »