Masturbation Party (F/group)

One day, while bored and cruising Reddit, I came across a peculiar post on my local gone wild page that peaked my interest; Group Masturbation Party- DM for details.
I loved masturbating. I was an exhibitionist at heart. I was single. It sounded like a fun time. I messaged the user for more details. They got back to me with the run down of how it would work;
First off, it was hosted by a couple, so I wasn’t going to be the only girl, which was a relief. The rules included: solo play only, no contact with others, bring your own toys, lube, and towel, be open to others. All pretty straightforward stuff. I signed up. I was in.
I was nervously excited up until that night. I showered before going, making sure everything was shaven, smooth, and ready to be shown off. I wore sweatpants, a hoodie, and nothing else; easy on, easy off. My nipples were hard from the moment I left my house, gently rubbing against my sweater as I drove to the location. It was an apartment building, and they buzzed me up. I had my bag with me, consisting of a large towel to sit on, a small one for clean up, lube, a small cylindrical vibrator, and my favourite dildo; a pink, veiny, 6” cock with balls and a suction cup. It fit inside me so well. I knocked on the door and nervously awaited.
The wife opened the door, wearing some sexy black lingerie. She greeted me and welcomed me in. Apparently everyone else was quite early. There were 5 other guys there, all already naked, all already masturbating. It was quite the scene to walk into; porn was playing on the tv. Two guys were on the couch, slowly stroking their cocks. One was much bigger than the other. One guy was on the ground in the living room; he was lying down, with some sort of toy in his ass, attached to a cock ring that showed off his long, veiny erection. One guy was on a seat at the kitchen table, looking over at everyone. He had an average cock, with low hanging balls that bounced as he stroked his cock. Lastly was a guy in the corner recliner. He had a massive, thick cock that he was stroking with a silicone toy of some sort. He graciously offered me his chair, moving to the floor. I couldn’t take my eyes off his impressive cock, bouncing and swaying as he moved. Now I was horny.
The wife sat on the couch between the two other guys. She slightly opened her legs to rub her clit, showing off her hairy pussy through her crotchless panties. I loved seeing her face as she got back to pleasuring her self; mouth open, breathing heavy, eyes shut, in the zone, embracing the atmosphere and the pleasure. That’s what I wanted.
I undressed quickly as all eyes were on me. My small, perky, pear shaped boobs poked out as I unveiled them from my sweatshirt. I could feel the heat coming from between my legs, as my bare pussy was now out for all to see. I turned to put the towel down on my chair. As I turned back around, one of the guys on the couch, with the smaller cock, unexpectedly blew his load all up his stomach. He must have been close if only the sight of my ass pushed him over the edge. Secretly I loved the effect I had on him.
I put my legs up in the chair and spread them wide open, causing my thin little labia to spread open, showing off my bright pink pussy. I could feel my wet mess already building and leaking out of me. I closed my eyes and slowly rubbed my fingers up and down my slit. I loved feeling my lips, slowly spreading then open, then gently teasing my clit, before feeling how hard and sensitive it really is.
I opened my eyes to find my toys and found almost everyone was staring at me; specifically between my legs. I loved showing off, and wanted to put on a good show, so grabbed my vibe and slowly pressed it against my clit. I moaned as it buzzed wildly against me, sending waves of pleasure and lust throughout my groin.
I didn’t want to miss what else was going on. Still holding the vibe against my now pulsing clit, I looked around to everyone else; the other ladies legs were spread wide open. Her hairy pussy was now wet and matted as she furiously fingered herself, surprising me with how wide she could stretch herself to slide 3 fingers in and out. The guy beside her, presumably the husband, was furiously stroking the tip of his cock. I couldn’t help but stare at the guy on the floor, slowly stroking his thick cock as he stared directly into my spread legs. I would have loved to have his cock stretch me out. The guy in the kitchen chair was jerking off hard, his loose balls wildly bounced as he did. I wanted to feel them slap against me. With a loud moan, the guy on the ground next me lifted his hips, pushing his toy further into his ass, before shooting his load all up his chest, even hitting his face! He shook as he kept cumming all over himself.
I was such a horny mess, seeing everyone else masturbate, while being on display for them all at the same time. I grabbed my dildo, and with no need for lube, I slid it into my cock craving pussy. I loved the feeling of it stretching me wider, reaching deep inside me. I savoured the moment, slowly but firmly sliding it in and out, smiling as the sound of my wet mess gave way to the balls of the dildo slapping into me.
I fucked myself faster with the dildo, while circling my clit with the pocket vibrator. It was heaven, as everyone else was now masturbating hard and fast as well. The husband liked what he saw, as a pool of his hot mess was strewn over himself. Sad I missed the cumshot, I focused my attention on the big cock on the floor in front of me; his big balls bounced as he stroked his full length hard and fast. I imagined it inside me. Filling me, as he pumped himself in and out of me. My toes curled. I was close.
Everything happened so fast; with a loud moan, the other woman came hard, still quickly fingering herself, she squirted, covering the coffee table in front of her with her juices. She squirted again as she continued to finger herself and rub her clit. The guy in the chair blew his load all over himself, draining his balls as they contracted with his pulsing cock.
It was all so hot to see. Two of us left. All eyes on us. My toes curled as I slammed the dildo in and out of my pussy. I pushed the vibrator hard against my clit, unable to stop myself from slowly grinding against it. My legs tensed. I couldn’t help but moan. I stared at the big cock in front of me, he stared at my pussy. With one last, forceful slam of the dildo into me, I came, my whole body was shaking as the orgasm spread through me like wildfire, pleasure shot from my clit to my fingertips. My pussy grasped tightly around the dildo as the vibrator numbed my whole groin.
I looked out just in time to see his cock erupt with cum, shooting load after load of his white wet mess all over himself and the floor around him. It was an impressive load, and contributed to another orgasm that shook my body, “YES,” I moaned, as my pussy convulsed around the dildo filling it. My legs relaxed, my breathing slowed, and the orgasm slowly faded, leaving me panting and my groin pounding.
I opened my eyes and realized everyone was staring at me as I came. Slightly embarrassed, I smiled and quickly got dressed, then packed my things. I waved and thanked everyone, the quickly left. As I walked out of the building, I realized that with no underwear on that I forgot to clean self up after my orgasm; my wet mess was slowly running down my leg, a reminder all the way home of the exhibitionist slut that I was. I loved it.

The Evolution of a Hotwife [mFm]

It’s funny how you can end up with a partner where each of you has some vaguely undefined aspect to your sexuality that when combined with the other, and teased out over time becomes a dominant theme in your sex life. Perhaps a little like the synergy of a Bonnie & Clyde.

In my case, I’ve always found the raw sexuality and uncensored lust of my girlfriend to be a big turn on. Creating a safe environment where she is free to express those fantasies and now actually act on them has taken our relationship to new and uncharted heights.

It started out with provocative “truth or dare” texts, the exchange of titillating “selfies”, and in some cases a recounting and sharing of some of our past sexual experiences.

This evolved into our visiting on occasion a sex club where we had sex in front of other people, and watched other people having sex in front of us. I think we were both surprised by how powerful the exhibitionist aspect of this was even relative to the voyeuristic aspect.

My Wife’s Friends See It ALL [CFNM] [EXHIBITIONISM]

Years ago when we had only been married about a year my wife was hosting one of those sexy parties where women order toys or lingerie. She had 8 other women coming that had been her friends for many years. They all lived in our community so they knew me as well. Back then I had a very physical job so I was in great shape (and not shy). Wife gave me orders so dissapear that day and we had stocked up on liquid courage for the girls. Me being the exhibitionist had other plans…
I did leave to go hang with buddies I told her. Instead I went to the strip club for an hour. I figured I’d give them time to get juiced up. My wife can’t hold her liquor so I knew she’d be almost drunk (and horny). I came in and she said “what are you doing here?” I told her the guys had something else to do so I cut out. Don’t worry I’ll go upstairs and hide.
Well about that time the hostess was showing the girls the men’s g-strings. She had the elephant g-string in her hand and one of the girls said that I should model it! My wife being kinda sloshed just laughed. The girls all said it sounds like a great idea. I pretended to be shy and said I don’t know if I want all my wife’s friends to see me ‘mostly nude’ (he-he). They begged and said they’d never tell… I said , ok. Now I should say I have been blessed with a better than average member. I have 7″ flaccid and it gets quite Thick. The hostess hands it to me and I see it says ‘medium’. She looks at me and says I hope it’s not too loose. I grin and walk upstairs. Of course I give myself a couple tugs (wouldn’t need much encouragement since I was dreaming about this CFNM experience all day). I had stripped down completely and when I attempted to put the elephant trunk on my cock it only made it about 2″ past the head of my thick penis. This left about 3-4″ of shaft visible. I called down the stairs ” you girls ready? I don’t think it fit very well”. They all were yelling “get down here!”

I fucked twin brothers while their mom cooked us dinner [MFM]

I was dating this guy in college and he really wanted me to come to his parents house to meet them and his twin brother. We got there a couple of hours before dinner and after meeting his folks he was showing me around the house. He showed me the room that he used to share with his brother, it was a big room in the attic that didn’t have a door, only stairs to get in. I was bored and horny so while we were sitting on the bed I started playing with his dick. He seemed a little apprehensive but I pointed out that his mom and dad were both in the kitchen getting dinner ready and the brother still hadn’t arrived. I pulled it out and dropped to my knees.

I was getting really into the blowjob but trying to keep quiet when we heard foot steps. I jumped up quickly and he tried to shove his dick back into his pants. Thankfully, it ended up only being his brother. He had a smirk on his face.

Making a spectacle at the Roosevelt Hotel [M44/F32 d/s, exhibitionism]

You’re in a musty hotel room with a person you barely know, unbuttoning your shirt in full view of an office building packed with people. Your excitement is evident in the pulse that throbs visibly high up on your elegant neck.

To think it had all started with a Rufus Wainwright song.

Our online flirtation had been going on for a few weeks. You, a New Yorker born and bred; I, a transplant to the Mid-Atlantic. Amid all the gossip about mutual acquaintances and revelations about past relationships, we discussed shared interests: ice fishing, oral sex, thin-crust pizza, cults, the Rufus Wainwright song “Rebel Prince.”

*Where is my master, the Rebel Prince? / They’re breaking everything trying to get to me
/ In this two-bed hotel / Just to me before this windowsill*

If you hadn’t confided that it was that song that sparked your burgeoning and as-yet largely unexplored interest in kink, we may have never made the reservation at the venerable Roosevelt Hotel. You may have never found yourself standing on the windowsill, your curves illuminated by the afternoon sunlight careening off the Midtown skyscrapers.

Our one-night staycation was a marathon fuck fest [MF]

This one might be a little different. Props to all you adventurous types out there who swing, or whose spouse’s best friend just happens to be freaky in the right way. Sometimes I think that would be cool to experience, but it’s never been our life. There’s a little background, but scroll to the *** to get straight to the action. Sorry if it’s super long; this is my first gonewild story, and it doesn’t make a lot of sense to break into pieces.

My wife J [F47] and I [M47] have been married for 20 years, and together for 30. We met the first day of college, and are each other’s first and only sex partner. Over the years, we’ve run the gamut from fucking multiple times a day (mostly in college, big shock), to long droughts where once a month was ‘frequent.’ We have kids, and she had a high-demand job for 15 years while I was the stay-home parent. I spent a lot of solo time with porn (wish I’d known about gonewild and its sibling subreddits years ago), but of late that hasn’t done much to quell the horniness.

The Luckiest Girl in The World [MMF]

I had the most amazing experience in the most unexpected way. It was so fucking stunning.

Warning: Long, slow burn, substances, intimate

I went out for dinner with B, a scoping exercise/almost date. While we were driving there, he said he was supposed to meet a friend before his work engagement, but hadn’t been able to, so just if it was okay with me, since he was flying out the next day, could he join us? And I said sure. When he described the friend, turned out it was a person I knew, and had previously had chemistry, a talking stage, with. S. 

We got drinks. Before S arrived, B and I had been having very serious, very intense conversations. About life philosophies. But S and B were old college buddies, so his arrival meant fun story swapping and catching up, and the mood lightened. They’d often stop and explain the stories and context to me, so I never felt left out at any point. There was a live singer and I’d been singing along, and mentioned wanting to go to karaoke, and B said “Let’s go, where can we go?“ I couldn’t find any places that would be open and running karaoke at 11 30 pm on Friday night. I also had my car with me, but B said there’s an app with a driver service, that will come and take your car wherever you need to go. So that problem was no longer a problem, thanks to B and his problem solving skills. Little did we realize what a good decision keeping my car would end up being. 

A naughty Valentine’s date with Daddy and Dom. [M30]M33]F37] [MDom MSwitch FSwitch] [exhibitionist] [humiliation] [vibrator] [creampie]

Part 1
“I want you to wear that little black dress of yours on our date tonight. The one with the slit all the way up the leg.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

L smiled and resumed getting dressed. She hadn’t had a date with her partners Adam and Dom for over a month due to their busy schedules not lining up. But tonight they were meeting at a private speakeasy to celebrate Valentine’s Day: the kind of place that only sends the address and password a few hours before. Daddy had called in some favors to get the three of them on the list.

It was a reward for her being a very good girl. Rare, for a brat like her. But she HAD been good. Well, good enough, anyhow.

L applied her makeup, a smokey cat eye and red lipstick, and took the hot curlers out of her hair, sculpting it into Old Hollywood waves. It was a classy affair tonight and she needed to look the part.

“Daddy, a little help?” she asked coyly, gesturing to the strap of her red patent leather stilettos.

I love CFNM

I (36m) am an exhibitionist switch and love to be put in vulnerable situations where my dick is exposed or the shape of it is very obviously seen under a thin, wet layer of fabric.

I’m fit, and I have been told I have a very nice veiny cock…so when I put myself in these situations, women usually notice.

I always find a way to have my s/o just happen to walk in when I’m changing or when I’m out of the shower I do absolutely everything naked and hold off putting clothes on as long as possible. When she walks in and glances at my cock and can’t contain a smile, or when we stand and talk, my dick starts to grow as I watch her unable to resist glancing at it repeatedly…

Then I put on a pair of silk briefs that leave nothing to the imagination and when I’m hard, my dick protrudes out from the waste band so she can see a couple of inches of my shaft and my throbbing head. Even better when it’s beginning to drip…

[F] When I realized I had an exhibitionist kink…

This story is from a few years ago. After being a good girl for a while, I unexpectedly rekindled my love for public play at a birthday dinner. In real life, I’m self conscious about my body and feel awkward when I try to act/dress sexy. But I went out on a limb this time by wearing a skin tight, low cut dress that clung to my curvier figure and showed off my squeezeable tits and deep cleavage. Even with a bra on, my double D’s were practically bouncing out every time I moved. I had to constantly pull up and readjust. When I complained, my friend told me that I looked great and they were enjoying the view. I felt my body blush, getting hot all over.

While walking around the restaurant or outside at the shops, I noticed men staring at me. Even with their wives or families right there! Some ogled hard and others stole hidden glances, but I could feel their eyes on me even when I wasn’t looking. On my bouncing titties, on my round ass and swaying hips as my heels clacked past them. The ruched fabric clung to every curve and drew the eye as much as it stirred the imagination. It turned me on so much as I tried to act like I didn’t notice.