[MF]Second hookup of my open relationship

My wife and I recently opened up our relationship to spice things up a bit. Usually we try to bring someone into bed with both of us, but we occasionally go solo, turning Tinder into a friendly competition. When she left for a girls’ night out on the town, I decided to set a date with one of my matches, Anne. A mid 40’s divorced professional, Anne is brunette, buxom, and bespectacled, fulfilling every guy’s fantasy of a hot teacher or librarian.

We decide to finally meet at a hole-in-the-wall dive bar in town, settling in a small booth meant just for two. Her pleasantly plump figure fills her tight blouse, dangling necklace engulfed by her generous cleavage. Our fingers entwine as we flirt, continuing our conversation from our texts. A fifteen to twenty year age gap only heightens the tension as Anne leans forward, soft glossy lips planting a wet kiss. I pull her around to my side of the tiny booth, settling her in half in my lap – her taut ass rubbing against my growing erection.

My [F]irst Affair: The Soccer Player (Part I)

[Note: With the exception of changing his first name, everything else in here is 100% accurate, with absolutely zero embellishment or alteration.]

As I approached 30, I had made the decision to get out of my marriage. My husband and I had grown apart. We weren’t getting along well at all, there were old resentments that constantly came up, we did almost nothing fun together, and we had gone from nightly sex to maybe once a month. I felt completely taken for granted by my husband and the relationship was dying, so sit seem

I’m fairly curvy with big boobs and ample ass. Through running and yoga I had gotten myself into phenomenal shape that spring in anticipation of being back out on the dating market by the fall. I looked good and I knew it.

In June I was out with friends for a bachelorette party when a guy approached me. Dylan had dark hair, green eyes, and very obviously was in great shape. He was funny, confident, and flirty, and I loved his Irish accent and his Dutch soccer jersey. So we chatted for a while. Dylan mentioned he was a teacher at a suburban high school about 30 minutes away. Eventually my group of friends was moving on to another bar, so he asked for my number. I didn’t want to give it out in front of my friends, so I told him I was married. Dylan visibly was crestfallen to hear this, but smiled mischievously at me as we said goodbye.

In his garage [MF] [warning: cheating]

I’ll preface this by saying I know I’m not behaving well in this situation.

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I love the way he just randomly sends me dirty pictures. One minute I’m texting to him about work or he’s texting me about his car. The next he’s asking me if I’m a slut for him and sending me pictures and video snaps.

He sent me a video in the middle of working on his bike. Just him in his garage, pants pulled slightly down, stroking himself, caressing his hard cock before pumping. Showing me what he would do to me if I was there, how he would do it.

He calls me princess and he knows it’s my weakness. I’m begging for daddy’s cock.

He sends me a selfie, face covered in grease and oil, white bandanna doing it’s best to keep things reasonably clean.

I wanted him like that. Raw. Dirty. Not even time to shower. The pure animalisticness of it. I tell him and he saves the snap-text. Fodder for latter.

[F] I help Instagram models escort

First off, I’m a female and I run a real business… producing porn.  I was first hired as an office worker and learned the business from the owner.  He was going through a divorce, and offered to sell me the porn company.  That’s how I got into it.

But as a side gig, I help Instagram models escort and be sex workers.  I help run their social media messaging.  You can probably imagine the amount of solicitations and ‘date requests’ these models get.  

I started by accident.  I have a model friend, and she was already doing this herself.  I’m pretty good on social media, and asked if I could help curate her posts, drive more followers, likes, etc… That’s when I learned that she escorts on the side and that’s when I started to help in that regards.  From there, I met more of her friends, who were in the business, and thus started working with them.  Referrals so to speak.  Like a snowball running down the mountain, all of this gained momentum and now I’m working with dozens of girls.

(NSFW) Part Two [M/F]

Tales of a Young Dom Part Two: Sexual Exploration.

(Hello Again obviously this tale will lead to my transformation into a Dom and Part 3 will really be that start of that journey this part will dive into the following weeks of my first steps into the world of sex with Emma. She introduced me to alot of things almost a crash course if you will. However she did want me to experience my sexual fantasies with her so he had no limits. These are those stories.)

We begin we my first experience with Emma giving both Cunnlingus and Anilingus.

[MF] First Time At Sex Club, Las Vegas, NV

A month ago, my wife wrote me and asked me if I’d ever go to a sex club. I told her I would love to. We both have a thing about watching people fuck, that gets us very turned on. We happened to be going to Vegas, and after some research we decided that The Green Door, was our best option, to watch and maybe be watched.

My wife bought a nice thin dress, that you could see her tattoos thru, to feel slutty. She wanted people to watch and my cock was good and hard thinking about all the guys and girls that would want her, after she walked thru the door. My wife is 5’7, slim, with a set of 32 DDD’s, so she’s going to get noticed.

We arrived at around 12:30, and there was actually quite a few people. I wasn’t wrong, either, guys immediately started looking to see where we were going, after we walked in. We took the tour, and there wasn’t any sexual acts going on, at this point. To calm our nerves and kill time, we went next door to the bar, and threw back a few drinks. By the time we were finished, I was ready for people to watch my woman.

A curious cycle (hypnosis)

[Based on this beautiful gif from ZKO](https://hypnohub.net/post/show/36654/animated_gif-barefoot-breasts-breasts_outside-brea)

It was late and Aubrey was bored so she was scrolling her tumblr, comfortably in her undies and a loose cotton tee. Her bare feet kicked joyfully below the desk as she scrolled. There were so many posts she wasn’t really reading any of them, letting the text wash over her and the variety of images catch her eyes; the occasional naughty pictures titillated her, but she kept scrolling.

Eventually she came across a strange image, it was a gif of some sort, but looked almost like a blank image, for some reason it caught her attention and scrolled back up to it. She leaned in and squinted, trying to make out what it was she was looking at. The purple dot began to swirl and rapidly grew in size until it was filling her entire screen. Her eyes glazed over, her body became loose; she was hypnotized.

Her consciousness was pushed to the back and her body acted on the programming. Her mouse clicked clicked clicked and she opened up a live stream through her web camera. A few of her followers and one of her guy friends hopped on to say hi. She said nothing, simply stared.

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The night I was an escort [FMF]

When I first got out of college I was broke af. I was living in Los Angeles in an old house in Venice with five roommates trying my best to find a job. I’d probably had 20 job interviews with zero luck. The savings I’d set aside from HS and College to do exactly what I was doing was getting pretty thin. I had about two months left before I had to get paid or move back home or beg someone for money.

One of the girls I lived with, Britney, worked on a movie studio lot as a guide while she was trying to make it into acting more seriously. She’d been in a few commercials and one of those criminal TV shows where she literally played a murder victim – most of her time on screen was laying on a table at a morgue while the stars talked about how she was killed next to her, it was kind of funny but cool too. She looked like an anorexic Chloe Grace Moretz, but more blonde and with a southern accent.

[MF] Living on the Edge

So last night something awesome took place that I feel like the viewers of this sub will enjoy! So here goes.

I matched a girl on tinder a while back and after some good banter, conversation and flirtatious word play, we decided to meet up a couple weeks ago and had a second date last night.

We did some heavy petting in our first encounter but didn’t have sex, which is cool, but I think we both knew it was going down tonight. She came to my place for a hangout but when my roommate went to the bar with her man we decided we would meet up with them after I finished up what I was doing.

Into my room I went when she went in the bathroom. I quickly slipped off my sweats and put on my bright orange speedo that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, which I’d mentioned to her but not showed her yet. I met her at my bedroom door and threw the door open and said, in my best deep brawny voice, “Oh hi there.” As I started dancing for her a little.

[MF] Opening Up pt2

[Part One](https://old.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/a9zstu/slow_openings/)

I could not get that night out of my head, the next Day Kelly left to go to her parents. I walked her out and Kyle was no where to be seen.

“I will see you Friday babe!” She said as we locked lips one last time, my hands went to the small of her back pulling her in but she pushed me away giggling.

“Text me later!” She winked and walked out the door, I could not resist the urge to watch her tall legs strut down the hall, hips swaying. I closed the door and paid mind to the silence of our apartment. Kyle was still in bed despite it being 1pm now, very unlike him. My thoughts ran to last night as I closed my eyes. I could still see Kellys blue eyes staring at me with my cock in her pretty little mouth. Her cute button nose wiggling when she took me in and my pubic hairs tickled it, her tits bouncing with every movement. I reached down over my boxers feeling myself grow……I rushed to my bedroom and locked it.