She Whispered In My Ear [MF]

This is a 100% true story — told of the incredible sexual experiences I had in my 20s with the woman who would become my wife. And yes, we are still together many years later, and still going strong.

We had only been at my buddy’s summer party for an hour when my girlfriend sauntered up to me in her cornflower blue, baby doll dress. She grasped my arm in her hands, leaned up and into me, put her lips next to my ear, and whispered, “Take me home. I need to be fucked.”

She flashed me a wicked grin, and her blue eyes flashed. I was in my mid-20s and locked in a torrid romance with Kay, who was more sexual than any woman had ever remotely been with me. It was a brand new experience for me, and I found it both exhilarating and intimidating.

She took my hand, and led me out of the party. As her dress moved around her incredibly firm ass, I caught glimpses of the panty line from the string bikini panties she wore beneath the dress. I began to harden immediately. We couldn’t get to the car quickly enough.

My Girlfriend’s Husband Pt. 2 [MMF] [Threesome] [Pegging] [Spanking] [Guy-on-guy]

*This is the continuation of a story I wrote 8 months ago; [read it here](/r/sexystories/comments/5rthmc/my_girlfriends_husband_mm_anal_slight_subdom/).*

*I’ve been sitting on this for a while. Comments and criticism welcome!*

I drifted through the rest of the day trying to wrap my head around what had happened with Mark, and how it might change the relationship I had with Shani. Even after a shower to clean off the cum, I still felt Mark’s presence as the familiar soreness between my cheeks that came with a good fucking. More than once, I found myself clenching my hole and feeling the tingling ache spread through me. It had been quick, perfunctory and to a certain degree without much passion, but Mark had left me wanting more– much more! Now I found myself in the embarrassing situation of having to face my girlfriend after letting her husband fuck me, and hoping that she wouldn’t hate me for breaking down the barrier she had set between the two men in her life. As much as it was Mark’s fault for inciting the sudden bout of assfucking, I doubted that Shani would take my side over his. Thus, I got only a scant few minutes of work done in the time until Shani got home; the rest was spent waiting and worrying.

Missed Connections [Str8] [M] [F] [exh]

I was deep in thought, staring out my side window and watching the people go about their daily business like I do every morning on the eastbound 6E train. I didn’t even see you at first, only the faintest hint of your fragrance commanding my attention as it floated besides you. It is difficult to explain, but have you ever been around a person that smelled so good you almost felt drunk, like that their body chemistry was made especially for you? I tried to return to my morning routine, tried to avoid stealing a look at you, I even opened the newspaper and pretended to read, but I kept breathing you in..soap, vanilla, warmth. I could not see you, but somehow I felt your eyes on me, your breath on my neck causing my hairs to stand up. You tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned to see your big smile, you asked me if I had a pen.

Your hair was shoulder length and wavy, brown with redish highlights Your lips were well shaped, with deep red lipstick. Your eyes big and hazel. You said you liked my jacket, and I may have blushed for the first time since high school. I said that I liked your lipstick.

[F] [Group] [Exh/Voy] Tonight, Class, We’re Covering the Basics

Oh Tinder. You generational-changing, reality blurring, mind altering little shit of an app, you. If it’s good for one thing though, you can guarantee it’ll land you with some memorable stories!

Thankfully, I’ve only spend a month of my time swiping faces left and right. It was March of this year and I was fresh out of a two year long relationship. Sexual deviant acts aside I bumped into a friend of a friend from university. A university we had attended four time zones away. Small world, hey? Naturally we decided to hang out and catch up. We quickly connected the dots and we realized that he and my ex had gone to the same high school together. A high school that was halfway around the world. Super small world, hey? The catch, however, was that due to their culture and relationship, I became immediately off limits. He wouldn’t even consider letting a hug linger for too long. Ahh well, we were both at funny points in our lives and we enjoyed each other’s company.

A surprise visitor in the men’s showers [MF][exh][oral]

Oliver stepped out of the pool having just finished his laps. His chest was heaving and his muscles felt like they were on fire. Swimming was hard work these days but he just loved the feeling of his muscles pulled tight beneath his skin. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and thoughts of what he was going to do with Lyn that afternoon had him feeling fantastic.

He spied her on the banks on the far side of the pool. She was lying on her stomach, tanning in her bikini and reading her book. A teenager walked past her readjusting his crotch as he not-so-subtly checked her out. As he got closer Oliver had to admit the guy had good reason to. Lyn’s toned legs were glistening from the tanning oil and her skin shone golden brown in the sun. Her bikini bottom was riding up her butt cheeks giving everyone who walked past a good view of her tight behind. Her legs were slightly spread and those who were game enough to stare could see the fabric of her bikini clinging delicately to the outline of her pussy.

Artist and New Model part 6 -Beach and Waves- (mFF) [voy] [exh] [oral] [threesome] [incest]

After working through more than a dozen sketches and several developed drawings using numerous poses, Nicholas sighed and stood from his drawing horse. He looked at each of the drawings, then at the walls to see where he could hang them to look at them all.

Helena and Tamara climbed off the sofa. Helena grabbed her robe and put her arms through it, but she left the front open. She looked at his drawings with a smile on her face. The sight of herself examined in different poses excited her. Tamara tried to get another drop from the bottle of wine.

“Is it time for lunch or something? I think it is past noon,” Tamara said as she looked out the windows.

“Yes. I will prepare lunch, Nicholas come to the kitchen in a minute, please allow me to prepare,” Helena said as she took Tamara by the waist and walked with her towards the double doors. “You can not come to eat naked with our guest. I demand you put on *something*. Go upstairs and find *something* of mine to wear!”

He watched Tamara’s wide hips and round ass as they walked away from him to the door.

Artist and New Model – Good night, Good Morning- part 5 (mFFf) [voy] [exh] [mast] [oral] [lesbian] [threesome][anal] [incest]

Nicholas brushed his teeth in the dark. Out the bathroom window he could see the moon half-full and the stars. The window beamed faint blue in the room. Brushing his teeth relaxed him but did nothing to stop his erection. Looking through a keyhole in such a way at two women pleasuring themselves and each other excited him tremendously. The sight of the two fresh in his mind continued to keep the attention of his thoughts.

He spat out the toothpaste when he finished and washed out his mouth with a swish of water. After spitting, he heard a door shut quietly, then approaching footsteps. He turned to see the bathroom door ajar, and he froze, not knowing what to do.

A hand grabbed the door and opened it more as a woman quickly and quietly strode in the room, almost shutting the door behind her, giving it her attention so not to make a sound. She turned and nearly bumped directly into him. She recoiled with a jump from seeing his silhouette against the window.

“Nicholas! You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing?” The woman whispered her yell. She placed her fingertips over her nipples to cover herself as she spoke. It looked like Violet, but the darkness made him uncertain.

[MF] A collection of moments from when my Brit and I met up (part 1)

So for those of you who have been following my Brit and I, you know of our most recent meet up and the two stories we told (one by her of our first night, one by me of our second night). Well, unfortunately most of the weekend seems to combine in my head into one giant blur of sex, tits, cocks, pussy, and cum, so I can’t tell a coherent from start to end story for our third entry, but I do have several choice things that I remember that I’d love to tell you all about. A collection of short stories, if you will, with little set up to them but mostly the dirty details, which I know you all love. So here you go, a few wonderful collections of things we did.

As a quick recap, for those of you who don’t feel like looking up our previous stories and for some reason don’t want to look at the very sexy pictures of my Brit that we upload on here, here’s what we look like. She’s 23, British, 5’3, pierced nipples, shaved pussy, the most perfect green eyes you can imagine, and her body is just the most perfect thing in the world. I’m 29, American, 6’1, non pierced nipples, athletic body build, boring blue eyes, and a fair sized cock I’d reckon (though you can look for yourselves, we’ve posted a few pics of my cock in her, though nowhere near enough if you ask me).

Artist and New Model -Dinner and Drawing- part 4 (mFff) [voy] [exh] [tease] [oral, lesbian] [fantasy] [horror]

Nicholas stumbled up the back patio and saw Violet still reading, her slender legs hanging over the arm of her chair. He saw her small cute feet, one resting over the other, wiggling her toes slightly. He removed his shoes and placed them on the step.

“Hey Violet, how’s the book?” He asked her, startling her as he spoke. She sat up pulling her body to her knees and looked at him with her book in hand.

“Boring. In need of some excitement. It just drags on, none of the juicy parts! All characters and no fun,” she replied. He looked at her strangely, and she placed the book on her legs for him to see the cover and title: *A Delightful Ride* by Wanda Globbins. The cover showed a bosomy woman collapsing in the arms of some shirtless muscled hunk. After seeing the cover he peered down to her feet and smooth legs.

“Hah! Looks like fun,” he said dryly. She pulled the book back to her eyes and continued reading as he looked down her thighs almost able to see up her skirt. He shot a glance at her face to see her flick her eyebrows at him. Turning to the house he opened the door and entered the lounge.

Artist and New Model – Daily Routine / Wandering the Hills- part 3 (mFff) [exh] [voy] [tease] [mast] [fantasy] [horror]

“Good morning!”

He turned to see Helena coming out the kitchen door, her hair hanging down, wild and wavy. He saw she wore a thin black baby-doll nightgown with feather trim. He could see the outline of her figure under the thin fabric. She gave him a hug and kissed his cheek, holding him close. He put his hand around her thin waist.

“So have a good rest?” She asked and pulled him to the kitchen. She fed him granola and yogurt in a bowl. It tasted amazing in his mouth. She drank a cup of strong smelling coffee. After he finished eating, she led him through a long hallway with many paintings and drawings hanging on the walls between many doors. He wanted to stop and examine one, but Helena’s body in her nightgown proved too distracting. He could not help himself watching her hips sway, her big ass bouncing and pulling the thin fabric. He could roughly see the outline of her peach ass, and it made him stick out his tongue and pant mockingly but not out of spite, merely excitement and wanton lust mixed with confusion.