[M]y Chats with Wife’s Best [F]riend

Not sure how truly wild this is, and maybe it was a bit fucked up, but it was extremely hot in the moment and I still think about it to this day, getting instantly turned on.

It all started messaging a group of friends on Facebook about getting a party planned, reaching out to set some details, who brings what, etc. As I was connecting with people I ended up needing to coordinate with my wife’s best friend (Sidney) and we started messaging directly. After we got the party details set aside, we ended up chatting about random stuff, kids, etc. Eventually we started just talking about life, she mentioned some things about being bored at home, her husband always working, and she opened up a bit. I didn’t think much of it at first, but just for fun I mentioned that I had been shopping for lingerie (for wife) and didn’t know what I was doing. She responded politely at first, but then said something along the lines of “(my hubby) never buys me anything like that anymore…”. So I thought, what the hell, and asked her if she wanted to help me and just give me some general advice. Read more »

Summer of Dan, Chapter 8

[https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/czqnzh/dans_summer_fun_7/](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/czqnzh/dans_summer_fun_7/)

Jean had really been put thru the mental ringer as of late. First, she decides to have a damn-stupid fling with a pool boy, then she finds herself being blackmailed, basically raped…and now *this*? Here she was, having had the most incredible orgasm she could recall a short time ago, yet here she was, now trying to maintain her composure with the maid, with a pair of metal balls in her vagina! On top of that she was going to go to her next door neighbor’s house in a short time, to get her twat tortures & pounded yet again…and she was somehow looking forward to it…what the FUCK!!! Read more »

Benny’s Ghost [MF]

It started with a pinch on her ass.

Benny died two months ago. One moment he was in the kitchen grabbing a snack. The next he was dead. The doctors told Emily it was an aneurysm. There was nothing she could’ve done. Now, there was a void in her house and in her life. Her husband just dropped and that was it. After all the family and friends went back to their normal lives, Emily was left alone in the house they bought together.

Emily stepped out of her morning shower. She wrapped herself in a towel. Her blonde hair, still wet, hung on her head spilling down her shoulders. She stepped into their once shared closet. Purposefully not looking at his clothes hung on the other side, she started pulling pieces to wear for the day.

After she slid a pair of clean cotton panties on she felt it. Right at the edge of her pantyline a firm, familiar pinch on her ass. It was just like Benny would always do if he caught her in her underwear. Startled she jumped with a yelp. Looking wildly around the space she saw she was alone. Read more »

Forbidden fornicating (mf) (arrest) (prisoners) (dystopia)

The dim lights of the shopfront, cast downwards onto the cobbled street, appeared almost dreamlike. Obviously they weren’t electric, nobody could afford electricity anymore, but they had the illusion of originating in the glowing bulbs he remembered from his childhood. Hastily, he moved across the empty road. He saw no cars, nor did he expect to; nobody had any need to travel long distances anymore, what with such strict travel regulations across the city it was not worth your while to leave your own block.

The door opened with a jingle of bells, and a man dressed in a red robe approached him. He had learnt to fear those robes long ago, the gold trims embezzled with diamond eagles sent chills down his spine. This wasn’t right, the man in the office hadn’t mentioned anything about beurocrats being in the place. In the candle-light the man’s face seemed gaunt and void of life. He lifted one hand up, and two other men in uniforms of the same red came forth from the dark. They had submachine guns held across their chests, and he had no doubt that they would use them. The door was his only option, but if he ran he would surely be gunned down. The men in uniforms took him by the arms, and led him to the back of the shop, the man in the robe watching from the door with a cigarette in hand. Read more »

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Before we were married… [MF]

Before Fem and I were married, we were married to other people. They were horrible people and we were both miserable. We began chatting via a social gaming app. At first, it was harmless but playful chatter. As we got to know each other, it became more and more flirtatious. Fem was very attractive. She was short with a nice ass and bulging but perky breasts. I would see her around town every now and then and would catch myself undressing her with my eyes and fantasizing about her riding me. But, I was married and as unhappy as I was, I wasn’t planning on cheating. At least, that’s what I would tell myself.

Time went on and Fem and I got more and more comfortable with one another. Our innocent games continued and so did the chatting. I remember getting a little flirty one night after a few drinks and I texted her 6 out of 7 digits of my phone number. That was when I knew I wanted her and didn’t care what the cost would be. I sent the last digit. Read more »

My Friends soon to be Ex [Fm]

Give a little history on this one. A friend of mine Jack, when we just got out of college met this 5’10 blonde hair smoke show and she rushed him into getting married. Tall, double D’s. Built like a brick shithouse.
I was literally in the vestibule of the church on his wedding day and handed him my keys and told him to leave. Yes, she was gorgeous but she was off the chain crazy.

He married her. Fast forward a couple years later their marriage self destructed. Both were toxic and they just couldn’t make it work.

At the beginning of the divorce I was out at a local hole in the wall bar with some friends and it was like 1:30 am and I look down at the bar and who do I see?
Jack’s soon to be ex having a cozy cocktail with someone who wasn’t Jack.

I walk over to say hi and she turned ghost white.
“So who is your friend Heather?”
Young Indian guy, I assumed someone who she worked with at the hospital because they both were wearing their hospital scrubs so I introduced myself to him and he just got up and left. Read more »

First time [M] at Pool Party with Friend [F]. A bit long…

This happened a while ago, so some details are fuzzy, but the jist of the story is still clear in my memory.

After my first year of college I moved back home for the summer to work and save money. In high school I was an average guy, decent looking, a little over 6’ tall, 180 pounds, but a little soft. I played baseball but wasn’t particularly outgoing or smooth with the ladies. However, during my freshman year of college I spent a lot of time in the weight room, attracted the attention of the coeds, and came back home with some swagger.

Back at home, a friend of mine (let’s call her Amy) invited me to a pool party at her house because her parents were out of town. In high school, Amy and I were in the same friend group and I got hints that she had a crush on me, but due to my shyness around girls I never pursued it. I hadn’t seen Amy since arriving back home, and when she first saw me I could tell she was impressed with how I had changed while at school. The feeling was mutual, as she was looking better than ever – about 5’6”, toned soccer player body, bigger boobs than I remembered, straight dark hair she usually wore in a ponytail, and a beaming smile. Read more »

[FFM] I (30m) 7 years ago was part of an awesome three-way (F25)(F25) exclusive relationship for a while (part 1)

Background! Skip this paragraph if you want. About me: very large, 6’6”, and at the time almost 330lb, power-lifter type with a bit of extra tummy, beardy teddy bear. In summer of 2012 i turned 30, I got divorced after a 4 year toxic marriage, got laid off from a high-paying job (that I hated, good riddance) and suffered a really nasty back injury, all inside about 6 weeks. Feelsbadman.jpg. Reeling from these events I took contract (I.T.) jobs that weren’t right for me, dated some girls back-to-back from my past that both went south and fucked up some friendships (different girls than the stars of this story) and didn’t know what to do next. Winter, early 2013 I get a job. Breath of fresh air. I love my boss, I like my team-mates, small team. Rebuilding my life. Names and locations to follow are changed to protect the innocent (aaaand not so innocent ;) ) long time lurker first time poster. It’s a long story. Sorry if that’s not your thing. Read more »

Truth or Dare Work Party [MF]

Three years ago, when I was 22 and fresh out of college and looking for a job I worked as a bartender at a local restaurant. I had worked there since I was 16 and became good friends with a lot of the staff members there.

One of the girls I had become good friends with was Ellie. She was very cute. Ellie was probably about 5’1” with skin just tan enough you know she fake tanned breasts that were too big for her tiny frame and a tiny round ass. She was one of the hostesses so she would always come to work looking really cute.

One of our friends decided to have a party since his parents (he was 19) were gone for the weekend. I went that morning before my shift to buy the alcohol that people wanted. I had the evening shift at the restaurant so it was no problem. I dropped it off to his house and then went back home to get ready for my shift. Read more »

Loving him part 1. (A short story) : NSFW (light BSDM themed HET)

Why do men cut their hair?

His was perfect: copper colored and falling in waves over his vanilla cream shoulders.

His nipples were the color of rose buds, same as his mouth : and muscular back made the perfect canvas

for a Japanese mural.

Too much ink.

Right up to his perfect hands.

He smelled of exotic spices, like the closed doors in ancient medicine shops.

Like rain forest shamanism.

His Lilly white skin was almost always burned from the sun, cherry pink and hot to the touch.

Slick wet aloe would have helped him.

Slick, slippery wet aloe on all over the back of this ginger who

didn’t know enough to stay out of the sun.

He didn’t say much, he hardly ever spoke, long lashes lowered, steel gray eyes that flashed.

He had holes in his shoes: someone said he was homeless, maybe just in jail.

The important thing isn’t his sketchy past. What matters is that he’s fine now.

Only nosy people ask too many questions.

He likes a good bourbon and he says he loves great tits. Read more »