[MF] We Had Sex…Sort of, Part I

This happened several years ago. Post ended up being longer than I thought.

While getting a post-grad certificate, I first met Laura, we’ll call her. Laura and I shared many classes in that certificate program, and would sometimes talk before classes. She was tall and blonde, Scandinavian, and beautiful, really (if she had a celebrity twin, it would be [Anastasia Griffith](https://dvdbash.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/damages-glenn-close-rose-byrne-donovan-booth-danson-griffith-nouri-noonan-ivanek-hurt-phillippe-goodman-hannah-dvdbash019.jpg?w=584&h=896)).

At the time, she struck me as a bit too cutesy for my taste, really. The kind of person that wore pumpkin or bat earrings around Halloween, and who had a lot of holiday themed jewelry and clothes. And, at the time, I was devoted to my girlfriend, who later became my wife and then my ex-wife. Anyways, after the program finished, we sort of lost touch for a bit.

A few years and a failed marriage later, we reconnected via social media. I was dating someone, but we we had just started seeing each other. I would post about my day at work, what I cooked for dinner or was eating, and Laura would comment about how it looked delicious, or how a cold beer helps a long day—stuff absentminded me thought was harmless.

[MF] Taking a call from a [F]riend in the middle of sex.

“Oh shoot. Hey, how’s your day been?”

I quickly moved my phone to my right hand and re-adjusted myself on the bed. I’d been texting Bailey back and forth for a few minutes. We don’t chat a ton, but sometimes we strike up a conversation. Apparently whatever was going on now warranted a phone call.

“I’ve been drinking. It’s just that kind of day. It’s a drinking kind of day.”

Now there’s a conversation starter. “Oh yeah? Bad day?”, I ask.

“Nope. Great day. Just I’ve been drinking and I don’t care at all. I don’t care.”

I move my left hand back behind my wife’s head and guide her back down onto my cock and start into shooting the breeze with Bailey. It was Monday night and the wife and I had been exploring one of our newer pastimes: [Shibari](https://i.imgur.com/blcEG67.jpg). That’s a fancy word for rope bondage. She’d always been excited to try it and I’d recently come around to being in the same camp. I’d just finished tying a basic chest harness, which I was pretty proud of, and she was starting to show her appreciation when Bailey called.

Rush: Finale [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [Romantic]

Sex has never this big, life-changing thing for me. I’ve had a couple long-ish relationship, drunken one night stands I don’t care to remember, and the occasional hook up that should’ve never happened in the first place. With the exception of a few close relationships, sex has always been a means to an end. Whether I was horny or in need of some companionship—sometimes both—someone just as desperate would always be there to scratch that itch. Sometimes even multiple people if I was in the right mood. Then I would go about my daily routine, taking care of my needs with the help of a trusty rabbit, until I craved that all too familiar touch; seeking it out in some hyped up club or an obnoxiously loud and packed frat party. I’ve had some really great sex and some…not so great, but never has it been this mind-blowing thing for me. That is until I met him.

Rush: Finale [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [Romantic]

Sex has never this big, life-changing thing for me.  I’ve had a couple long-ish relationship, drunken one night stands I don’t care to remember, and the occasional hook up that should’ve never happened in the first place.  With the exception of a few close relationships, sex has always been a means to an end. Whether I was horny or in need of some companionship—sometimes both—someone just as desperate would always be there to scratch that itch.  Sometimes even multiple people if I was in the right mood. Then I would go about my daily routine, taking care of my needs with the help of a trusty rabbit, until I craved that all too familiar touch; seeking it out in some hyped up club or an obnoxiously loud and packed frat party.  I’ve had some really great sex and some…not so great, but never has it been this mind-blowing thing for me. That is until I met him.

[F] Masturbating to filthy thoughts about a girl

As I go back into my room, my mind is still whirring. The room is neat and tidy. Nothing to do there. Dinner was prepared earlier, with just the finishing touches needed. That can wait until mom gets back. So nothing to do, then.

There was something about this actress that intrigued me. Then a little internet research might fill the time nicely until mom returns. I love sitting in front of the damn computer screen, for me it feels like a window to tranquility. I boot up the laptop, my mind still replaying the sexy smile of the actress. I type the name of the movie into the search engine box. As a seemingly random list of results appears on the screen, I sigh. Am I the only person in the world who can’t google?

Thinking back once again, I click on the link that seems, vaguely, to match what I might be looking for. As her twitter profile loads, my mind slips back briefly to her sexy smile again. I am so pleased with my thoughts that I am only half-reading the piece on the screen. It is only when I see several paragraphs of the actress that I realize there is something hot and fiery welling up, only this time it isn’t just anger.

The Proper Way to Hold Your Woman [MFF] [Open relationship] [freeuse-ish] [gag spit]

There I sat a happy man; post-threesome, netflix, and chill. I’d always wanted a threesome, and was lucky to be with a girl who wanted another set of tits in the room.

On my lap, my long-term girlfriend Amanda sat in her short shorts and nothing else, and in sweatpants to our right her friend Maxine cuddled into us. Each was topless, hair messed up, and still riding the waves of sweet orgasm.

I hugged my girlfriend tight; I love her so much.

“Pfft.” Maxine scoffed. “Let me show the proper way to hold your woman.” She said.

She motioned my left hand into Amanda panties; making her breath quicken. I held her still wet pussy there for a while, which she eventually grew accustomed too, but being the ever-horny boyfriend I was, I wasn’t quite done yet.

I started playing with her tits; still watching the show, as we all tried, but grabbing and squeezing all the same.

I reached my right arm around Maxine and started playing with her tits instead of Amanda’s, and found it to be even more enjoyable to ambiently play with two women than just one; even outside of threesome sex, two is better than one.

Heather and Joe part 6

A cold and rainy day in mid-February weather forecast for snow later. There was a basketball game that night against an archrival team, so the cheer squad were decked out in their uniforms during the day. The design on their chest was a large ‘H’ with a stitched illustration of a 19th century pioneer with his covered wagon. As per the plan, Heather told her squad to meet her in front of her locker in the senior hallway during brunch. All the other girls were holding heart shaped balloons, Teddy bears and bags of goodies received from admirers and friends. Joe told his nerd crew to stand witness as he approached the girls. He wore his usual slob ensemble complete with Star Trek T-shirt. One of the girls noticed him and whispered something to the others. They all glanced then looked away as if there was nothing of importance happening. Joe walked to within a couple of feet and said “Heather Sommers?”

At first they pretended not to notice.

“Heather, I have something for you.” Joe said.

“What?” Heather sneered. The other girls regarded Joe with barely concealed contempt as he handed her the homemade card which was an exact replica of the one he made in 6th grade.

AMY Vs. THE STRIPPERS (part 2)

The cop holding the door open for Amy & the two cops, looked down at her groin, did a double-take and said loudly, “Looks like roast beef is on the menu today !”, laughed and left through the door.

Looking down, Amy realized what the cop meant: her thong was still pushed towards the side, leaving her completely shaved pussy exposed to view. She freaked. “WAIT ! STOP ! I have to adjust—”, but the two cops weren’t listening and dragged her forward in spite of her protests. *Christ ! My whole cooch is out and these idiots won’t let me cover it up !*

Pissed off, the dyke cop turned to Amy and said, “If you keep acting out like this, we’re going to tase you !”as she dragged her forward by her right arm, with the male cop dragging her by her right arm.

Paraded past other amused cops and lowlifes, Amy was dragged to the booking desk where the older desk sergeant was watching the game on a portable TV set. The male cop asked, “What’s the score ?”

My Girlfriend Services Her Team Captain [MF] (Long)

*Author’s note: This story isn’t about cuckolding per se, but it is something that set me on that path. There’s not a lot of sex in this story, despite how long it is. I suspect you’ll only find this story sexy if you appreciate the twisted erotic nature of cuckolding and cheating.*

Synopsis: My girlfriend and I go to separate universities. She meets a guy who doesn’t quite have her best interests in mind, yet he excites her and pushes her boundaries, much to my dismay.

## 1

When I was in college I dated my high school sweetheart Chelsea the entire four years. Chelsea (Chels for short) had a very religious upbringing, attended Catholic high school, and then eventually a predominant Irish Catholic university in the midwest. Because of this upbringing, she vowed to save sex until marriage. This included oral sex, and even things like handjobs (at first anyway).

To make matters worse, we had a long distance relationship most of the time; I went to school 12 hours away from her, so 9 months out of the year Chelsea was in another timezone. Despite this, we still managed to talk for hours over Skype every day. In some ways, that she was abstaining from sex for now made things a little easier; It’s not like I was actually missing out on anything I would be getting in person.

Aoife in Amsterdam part 1: A stripper[F] helps her cum in front of an audience of twenty [F][FF][MF] LONG

Aoife was my first real girlfriend and then became my wife. These stories are an anthology of our sex life together. Its been great reviving these memories and sharing them with you all. While these are not our real names we hope you enjoy. Sharing these stories has added an extra notch to our sex drive of late. I hope you enjoy.

Amsterdam was a sex feast where we tried many things for the first time secure in our anonymity. This happened on our first night as I pre-arranged a good part of it.

BACKGROUND
Aoife had bought me a ticket to Amsterdam for the day after I finish and hand in my thesis. I was still in Scotland and she had finished her year in Ireland. We hadn’t seen each other in 2 months and were both desperate.

A bit of background: I’m a heavy duty weed smoker (so it was the perfect gift ) and I’m a bit of a voyeur. Aoife is a cracking beauty, she reminds me of Sloan from Entourage, perfect 34cs and loves to be watched and role play. The perfect couple.