A Night at the Theater…

My wife Susan and I were out drinking one night in San Diego, celebrating something long forgotten. Back then this was the “old’ San Diego, when it was still a real Navy town, filled with dive bars, adult bookstores and sleazy theaters. At the time, we were both in our early 30s, Susan was very attractive, long brown hair, 38D, and with a beautiful shaved pussy. We staggered out of one bar and headed up Broadway to another when we passed and adult theater. Susan grabbed my arm and said, “Come on, let’s go in, I want you to fuck me in there.”

I was more than happy to go along, so I paid the man and we entered the dark theater. I held her hand as we stayed in the back of the theater so our eyes could adjust to the darkness. On the screen a large breasted blonde was bent over and being fucked from behind by a large black cock, her face buried in a very tasty looking pussy. Read more »

How I [M]et my Ex [F] [Public]

Sorry it’s long. I was going to cut out the first half and just mention it. She said that made it so much better for her. So it’s here. I tried to keep it brief, I didn’t do a great job. Skip to (ctrl+f) sexy time if you want.

At bar. Girls drink. Guys drink. Girls go up to get more drinks. They’d been chatting and kind of made one big group around a couple tables in the back of the bar. However it happened, when she got up to get her drink it was me and SB left at the table. SB is Scumbag. She had left her purse there, and I didn’t think anything of it. She had been talking with the group for a while now, our groups had sort of merged. It’s about an hour and change, maybe close to an hour and 20, I’m getting ready to get out of here. I’m not drinking, for several reasons and, technically, at the time it was illegal for me to be at a bar. Any bar. Bad life choices. I had seen her sort of make out with a guy earlier who I knew wasn’t her boyfriend and I kind of thought maaaaybe? Still work in the am. Before she gets back SB reaches across the table to her purse, unzips it, and with two fingers in a chopstick motion slides some bills out of it. Not cool dude. Not cool. Read more »

My girl and the Bargirl [FF, FFM]

It is our third date. Twenty years earlier, a third date meant something. Girls followed “the rules,” and one of the rules said you didn’t fuck until the third date. Alicia and I fucked on our first date. I’m not bragging, we are swingers, wife swappers, and it would be weird if we didn’t have sex on our first date. My life is a bit upside down.

For our first two “dates,” all we did was have sex. We met at a hotel, my wife went upstairs with Ron, Alicia’s husband. Alicia and I went to our own room. We fucked ourselves into funky sweaty exhaustion each time. The next mornings, we kissed goodbye, unswapped, and drove off in opposite directions.

Alicia and I turned out to be very sexually compatible. I’m a big guy, and a tall guy. A few months ago, an old lady told me to respect myself, and I shed 15 pounds. Even in decent shape, I’m well over 250 pounds. Alicia, she’s a big gal, six foot tall. If she was a decade younger, she could be a plus size model. She’s thick, curvy, but not flabby. She’s got a wide, plump ass, a body that’s all curves. Everything on her is thick. Read more »

[MF] I’m a Business Traveling Slut!

EDIT: Please don’t ask me where I travel. I don’t want this post to be some advertisement.

My job has me traveling all across the US. If I add it all up, I’m on the road perhaps over 80% of the time. For those who think corporate traveling is fun and glamorous, it’s really not. You’re constantly on the move, the weather controls your schedule, and you’re not in a place long enough to develop strong friendships. It is what it is, but business traveling could very stressful and lonely.

To make my travels more bearable, I’m this huge business traveling slut. Each time, I’m in my new city, I find a way to fuck someone. Tinder, hotel, bars, you name it. You can say that it’s my hobby, something I do for fun, when I’m traveling. Depending on the length of each business trip, I could fuck 1 guy, or 3 guys, or my record… 5 guys. Honestly… sometimes, I’m fucking more often than I’m working. I’m young, sexy, cute and most importantly slutty. So it’s not too hard to find a willing guy. I probably accumulate as many frequent flyer miles as I do frequent flyer fucks. Read more »

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1st Story: A Wife Grants her Husband’s Birthday Wish (Part 3)

This is Part 3 of the story

So we had some time to kill after meeting with Shawn at the bar. A mall was close by and my wife thought we could go in and check out some things there before we met up with Greg.

So as we were walking to the mall, she told me she was really getting nervous and excited at the same time.

“I understand babe. You haven’t been with another guy in almost 10 years. So this is just natural.” I say to her.

“Maybe you’re right.” She says. “Like I kind of feel bad but I know this is what you asked for your birthday and you’ll be there every step of the way as well.”

“Exactly!” I tell her, “this is just something for you and I. I’ll be there in the room and everything.”

She pulls me to closer to her and kisses me as we walk into the department store. I love that she’s doing her best with all of this. I guess I hooked up with the right woman after all. Read more »

A[M]usement Park [F]un with my petite Hispanic girlfriend.

The story starts with me and my girlfriend at the time going to a local amusement park for an all day outing. We had been seeing eachother for almost a year at this point and over the course of the relationship I had learned quite a lot about her sexual self and what she likes. The most significant of which was that she was without a doubt an exhibitionist, and she liked it rough. For the sake of the story I’ll call her April. Read more »

1st Story: A Wife Grants her Husband’s Birthday Wish (Part 2) [mmf]

This is the 2nd part of my story that I posted earlier.

So the week goes by and my wife hears back from the guy she showed me and another guy she reached out too. She messages both through out the week and she tells me what they are saying to her and I can tell she’s starting to get more turned on by it as the days and messages go by. I come home from work one night and before I can even get settled in fully, she jumps me right in the kitchen kissing me passionately like how we used to do at the beginning of our relationship.

“That was nice. I miss those kinds of kisses. ” I say once she finally breaks away.

She doesn’t say anything back to me. She drops to her knees right in front of me and gets my dick out of my pants faster then I’ve ever seen her do it before. I’m so turned on by this aggressive side of her. My cock is hard in no time and she is all too appreciative as she gives me head for the very first time in our kitchen. She’s doing everything I love: eye contact, lots of spit, playing and sucking my balls as well. She is going full on right now and I’m loving it. She even slaps her cheeks with my dick as well which is something she’s never done before with me. All this has me one the edge and I say to her, Read more »

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How it started…. part 12 [MF] [cheating]

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That afternoon as we set up for the party my husband very conveniently decided he needed to nap. So he headed off inside and left B and I to continue the set up.

It wasn’t long at all until his hands were all over me, I was stacking bottles of champagne into the fridge when he came up behind me and gripped my hips roughly pulling me back against him and pressing his already hard cock into my ass. I let out a low groan and rubbed myself against him, the thin material of my dress sticking to the wetness between my legs due to my lack of panties.

‘We shouldn’t…’ I say in mild protest turning in his arms. I put my hands around his neck and pull him close to kiss me.

‘Are you refusing?’ He asks me, lips lightly brushing against mine as he talks, his hands rubbing over my ass. ‘Because it doesn’t feel like you’re saying no?’ Read more »