Coachella Weekend One [GROUP]

The first year we went to Coachella, we had no idea what to expect. We’d bought camping passes and just hoped for the best. It was me and my husband, and one of my best friends and her new boyfriend. We’d decided to get a big tent and all share everything. So, we packed up a bunch of booze, drugs, and gear and then sat in line getting into the polo fields for like six hours.

Harper and I shoved the drugs in our underwear and we made it through the security checkpoint with zero issues – it also helped we were totally clean cut looking and surrounded by people who looked like they were just leaving a rave.

Harper’s boyfriend, Cam, and my husband quickly stripped down to their board shorts and were setting up camp while Harper and I decided to go for a walk and see what there was in the campsite. We found the closest showers and bathrooms and made mental note. There was a little shop where we bought some water and some snacks. By then it was almost noon and getting hot.

[MF] don’t ask don’t tell non monogamy, almost caught, exhibitionism.

This was years ago. My (now ex) wife had been on a work trip that had her out of town for a week.

We’d been in the midst of a turbulent relationship, one built upon no communication, a pair of short tempers, and youth. That’s bound to last, right?

So, it’d been a few days with my FWB who stayed with me since the house was otherwise empty. We basically fucked like bunnies, fell asleep, and repeated. Some food here and there, but mostly fucking. She, ahh, was a squirter. Yeah, yeah, “it’s pee” whatever. I love it either way. The mattress was wet. The sofa was wet. The kitchen table was wiped off, but…

We’re in bed, and the dog suddenly gets all happy. Shit. The only time she gets like this is when my wife comes home, or the gas meter guy comes (fuck if I know, she really liked him… Come to think of it, maybe he was fucking my wife.)

Anyway, it’s probably the meter dude. Except, the front door is opening. Fuck.
Now, my wife knows about my FWB, though they’ve never met… and this isn’t seeming like the time to do intros.

Best sex of my life(22F) ; Cheating with an older married man (42M) [MF]

A little bit about myself first. I’m a 20 year old female college athlete. I’m 5’3 blonde hair , green eyes, fit with some muscle. I also make top grades .I go to church, i’m an exercise health nut, and like to play games. I’m a bit of an introvert.. My major motivation usually is I don’t want others to be disappointed in me. I started dating a guy over the summer my parents set me up with through church. He is good looking, nice and caring but something is missing. I said yes to dating him because my parents loved him. The hardest thing about dating him is he wants to wait for marriage to have sex . I have become very good at putting on a mask and pretending to be happy while pushing down what I want so I haven’t broken up with him.

My story starts with me coming home for 3 weeks during holiday break. My family consists of my mom , dad and older brother. Both my parents are super religious and are very active in church. They also both work a ton as Corporate Attorney’s .We are pretty well off and I’ve been fairly spoiled most of my life.

[FF] getting half naked w my married bi date

The girl I had a date with, let’s call her Leah, and I start texting now and again, the occasional flirty text or innuendo.

We decided the other night to have our second date!
I was nervous but looking forward to it since I hoped our second kiss would be better since we wouldn’t be so shy. And to see if this relationship(?) had legs.

Um..we ended up w our tops off in her car in the theatre parking lot, alternating between making out hard, sucking and playing with each other tits (hers were bigger than mine and amazing) and making each other moan.

But back to the PG stuff.
We sat on a bench in the lobby, and I was taken aback by her prettiness. She had done her makeup and hair, picked a shirt that showed off her cleavage..she almost looked like a different person from our first date. Once the movie credits rolled, I asked her if she wanted to try that kiss again and she smiled and said yeah.
It was so much better. She knew what she was doing, her mouth tasted nice, and her tongue technique was exactly how I like it.

[FFM] When I was twenty two, I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age.

Suffice it to say, that this isn’t about that whole year, just the first night I met them. This happened over a decade ago, but I recently found my notebook from that time and after rereading it, I decided that I feel I could rewrite it well enough to share. I kinda have to share it, because it was one of the craziest and simply most out-of-the-ordinary things I did in my twenties.

Lets just start off by saying that I was and still am an unabashed slut, though I’ve slowed down considerably since that time. As a college dropout, sleeping on friends couches or in one of my numerous fuck buddies’ beds, parties and hookups were basically my whole life at that time. I’m not ashamed of it because I was always going to be a fuckup as far as society was concerned, so I’ve always lived exactly the way I wanted to live. This whole thing started when I met a woman in a bar. She offered to buy me a drink to, and I quote, “Wash the taste out.” You see, I had just returned to the bar after leaving for five minutes to blow some random stranger in the backseat of his car because he was good looking and had bought me a couple drinks.

[F31] I sucked a stranger’s cock with my [M39] lover in a swingers club, and now i can’t stop touching myself thinking about it. [Group]

Swinger couple account (check out our pics and stories on our profile!), but F talking here, about a recent wild experience, a first timer in our crazy ride.

He already did a NSFWiAMA about it in the specific sub, but now I’d just love to share here how much I personally enjoyed this situation.
We were actually fantasizing a lot in these last months about a male bisexual scenario, but we couldn’t manage to set it up. Now it finally happened, totally random and unforeseen, so we were even more shocked in the midst of it and sooo happy afterwards.

It was our third time at this club, but we already are feeling like home there, very comfortable and excited with the idea of sharing bodies and fucking with strangers, or each other in front of strangers.
I’ve always been pretty loud and vocal when being fucked, and mostly when spanked, but I discovered that having a little crowd watching and most of all hearing, it’s even more a turn on.
He totally loves when I’m bit of a slut, and pretty much enjoys mostly watching me being fucked hard, maybe while I just suck him off.

Four years since I’ve seen you.

Four years since we broke up. Four years since we slept together. Two years since I’ve seen you. I loved you. I hated you. I love you. I hate you.

We were each others firsts to escape the boring vanilla world. Though *tame* at the time, you liked you hair pulled, your ass spanked and to be fucked hard.

It’s our friends wedding. I’m there, you’re there. We go outside, we get to talking. You are skinnier (I liked your curves) You cut your hair (I liked when you put it in a ponytail so I could pull it) We talk about the bad stuff, we’ve grown, we’ve evolved. We try remember the good times. They were good.

“There was one thing we were always good at together” – she said while cracking a cheeky smile. “We did that a lot” – I replied. We both laugh. Though the conversation is good, the tension is still there. There was a lot put into this but there is still some hatred there. At this point I’m thinking I need to fuck her and I know she is thinking this too. Fuck she looks so hot in her red dress.

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[M] Confessions of a crossdresser…

I have been a secret crossdresser for over 20 years.

Nobody in my life knows this.

I live in a large, American city with fairly progressive friends. But I can’t imagine a situation where I can even “come out” to them. Crossdressing is misunderstood. Honestly, I can’t even pretend to understand what drives my obsession. I imagine most people stopped reading this after the first few lines–because even in a place that caters to a little of everything, it just seems weird to most. I get it.

There are people who will defend gay and trans rights who are judgmental toward crossdressers. “It’s just a fetish” is the typical response. Different than not comforming to the gender you were born.

And they’re probably right. But that doesn’t make it any more common among the fetish community. If you crossdress, you’re expected to be a sissy or a submissive. But I’m neither of those things. If anything, I’m dominant.

[MM] With Older Guy At Nudist Resort in Maine

He was a very good looking fifty year old guy. He was tall, muscular, toned and tanned. He had nipple piercings, a nice toned bubble butt.

I was on an out-of-state business trip and on the way I decided to stop into a small nudist resort in Maine that I read about online. It wasn’t upscale or anything and in the reviews I saw that there is a lot of gay and straight sex going on there. I checked into a room in the B&B, got undressed and went out to the lawn to take a sun tan.

Every once in a while I noticed a couple, gay or straight, wandering into the woods to have some “alone” time. At one point there was also an older couple, around seventy years old or so, and the husband gave his wife oral right there in the middle of the garden. There was also a young, straight couple who had sex in the swimming pool. In short, the air was extremely sexually charged.

[MF][cheating] I came inside my MIL

So in August my wife was away from home; she’s in sales and was travelling to meet some potential new customers. It’s common for us to spend our summer weekends at my wife’s family home and normally the entire family goes along. For various reasons on that Friday evening when I pulled in to the gated gravel driveway it was only my mother-in-law’s car that greeted me.

I took my bag out of my car and put it in one of the rooms upstairs. It’s a beautiful old building with dark wood interiors and lush carpets. It’s fun to sleep in a different room on each visit and just stare at the detailed features – intricate moldings and ornate sconces and gorgeous furniture – and wonder at the amount of craftsmanship that went in to them. All the bedrooms lead out into the main hallway and I chose one at the far end.