Here’s some background before we move into the glorious details of our first (of likely many) threesomes. I promise to not embellish, it doesn’t need embellishing. It was a hot tangle of bodies and we switched positions a LOT, so it was hard to keep up with the details – if anything I’m sure I missed a few highlights.
He’s 33, tall and manly, with the sexiest dad bod ever and a really big cock. I’m 39, with a beautiful set of fake DDs, lots of colorful tattoos, and curves that won’t quit. We’ve been together 10 years, married for 6, and have a fantastic relationship. We had pretty average sex for our entire marriage…until a few months ago when I told him I’m bisexual and want to play with girls and explore further. From that moment on, our sex life exploded. I met my first girl online, and quickly realized that I love pussy way more than I imagined. There was one thing missing in those first experiences though…I really wanted him to be there. And I quickly realized as my fantasies played out in my head that I really wanted him to be totally involved. In fact, the thought of him fucking another woman turned me on to the point that I was soaking my panties every time I thought of it. And so the search began.
Tag: Fantasy
[FM] I met a stranger on Ashley Madison and he fucked me that night like a god, with the biggest dick I’d ever seen.
We both needed to fuck, and be fucked well. I made the profile when I couldn’t stand the unsatisfying lack of satiation any longer, and he was my first pick. I wanted to be dominated, I wanted to fuck an older man who required little instruction, I wanted to be touched and wanted and needed by someone who could keep up with me.
I wanted to act out the fantasy I’d thought about as I touched myself for so many years of so many nights spent longing for a proper fuck.
For sex that went on for hours.
For sex that was hot and carried no complicated, boring, pitiful, and emotionally unstable male baggage…
…like unending texts,
…like expecting me to respond happily to unsatisfying sex and disregard my pretty body in my prime and disregard my desire to make dirty love all night long to a man that fucked with genuine reciprocity
…like feeling expeditiously entitled to be clothed and fed and sheltered while I work overtime as an RN to provide comfort to unemployed garbage that fucks for 90 seconds every few days
…like fucking me full of the lifeless ennui that grows inside when I stopped expecting lovers to give a shit if I cum or not, a life full of prematurity immaturity inability incompetency
…like recurring revolving doors in a magic mirror funhouse of disappointment of two minute floundering pounding pushing some inadequate hard-on into my curvy body
…like premature fucking cumming from an unsatisfying ocean crashing waves of selfish lovers sending dick pics they should have been self-conscious about, ashamed of, and who wouldn’t leave until they drained their balls AND ultimately my will to keep searching for anyone with even just a few of the qualities I needed in a man.
The Virgin Orc’s First Kiss: Spying on human/orc sex [fantasy, mf, oral, vaginal, voyeur, masturbation]
Obsidian returned to the newly-discovered pool on her own the next day, intent on luxuriating in the waters once again. Her Orc doctrine of embracing adversity did allow for occasional harmless indulgences. One vice she had really enjoyed back in Zhaka was frequent baths, and if she could recreate that at least in part here, she intended to.
She had left Glaive and Ishen back at the camp, while she took a circuitous route to check the snares she had set up. She wanted to see what, if any, creatures this island held besides snakes and birds. Nothing had turned up yet, but that might change as time went on. Catching a migrating wyvern or a turtle could make for a tasty meal.
She was just making her way to the pool when the soft sounds of giggling made her pause. Glaive?
It was joined by a more masculine laugh. Ishen as well.
Obsidian held still, listening. The two must have snuck off here as soon as she left camp to have some illicit fun. The warrior reasoned she should turn around and head back to give them privacy.
Yet she hesitated as their laughter resounded, along with splashing. Glaive’s embrace and nibbling of her neck the day before was still fresh in her mind, and made her heart quicken every time she thought of it.
Making my first amateur porn… With my boyfriends best friend [MF]
Quick facts. Me: 22F. Aaron: 23M. Jack: 27M. Look in my history if you want pics of what I look like ;)
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Selling Aaron, my boyfriend of five years, on a good idea is all a matter of picking the right words.
“Someday, I want to make a porn video,” I said one day in passing as I’m doing dishes.
“Yeah right,” he responded. “I’m way too self conscious to ever do anything like *that.*”
See, Aaron never picked out the subtlety of how I popped the question. I never said “I want to make a porn *with you*.” (though I totally would, mind you.) I did, however, drop a little hint to let him know that I was happy to be in front of a camera, showing off my skills… A thought that popped back into his head at exactly the right place, at exactly the right time, just last night.
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[MF] That time I orally cheated at a conference with a PAWG
Long time lurker here with a throw away account.
I’ll try to keep most of this generic, I hope you’re all ok with that! Skip down to the good stuff if you want.
As part of my work I sometimes need to travel to conferences and other various events. Sometime a few years ago I was at a technology conference where my company had a booth. It was a pretty good conference, lots of free food and the sponsors were generous with parties and stuff. I was unfortunately sharing a room with a coworker since the boss wouldn’t pay for individual rooms.
At one point in the conference I was getting kind of bored of the sessions but I wandered in to one of them which was fairly empty and I sat most of the way back in a row that had one other person in it, a young woman who would have been between 25 and 35, but I never found out. She was a bit heavier, and deliciously curvy. I don’t know about most guys, but I find I seriously make note of every pair of tits that crosses my path, and these definitely piqued my interest, so I took a good long look from the side of my eyes. She had short brown hair, maybe ear length, not a pixie cut, and no glasses. A few freckles. She wasn’t a super model but she was still pretty alright PAWG by my thoughts. And I’m not spry guy either, I’m built pretty big and heavy. I definitely had an instant fantasy about fucking her. Let’s call her Shari.
[FM] Fucked my professor (hey, I’m posting again!)
*Hey y’all! I really liked reading everybody’s responses to my first post and I hope you all enjoyed my pics that were up for approx. an hour! :) I figured I’d give you another story. This is really therapeutic for me because I haven’t disclosed any details to anybody before. This helps get my thoughts out in writing. Enjoy!*
After our first encounter, I was ready to hop back into bed with Z. Z ended up texting me the next day after our first encounter with a sweet,
“I’ve woken up imagining the feeling of your lips around my cock every damn morning since we’ve starting talking.”
With the way his teaching schedule worked and the way my classes were timed, we both had a long lunch break at the same time. My apartment was on campus, so I texted him back,
“Roommate has class until 2. Come over at 12:30?”
What are friends for? part 1 of ? [no sex]
I enjoy reading a lot of the stories on here and have a lot of fantasies of my own. I figured it’s about time I try writing. I’ll start off with a more tame fantasy. Feedback is welcomed.
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I found the love of my life in college. We married soon after graduating, which was around the same time most of our friends also tied the knot and started their lives together. In the span of 5 years there were more engagement and wedding announcements than we could keep up with. Soon after there were slightly less baby announcements.
The couple that my wife and I always went on double dates with and generally hung out with during college ended up getting married shortly after us. Mia and Rob were fun people that my wife and I both liked. We got along so well that we were all in each others wedding. After marriage our friendship only grew. We had dinner parties and backyard BBQs and even went vacationing together.
[MFF] An unexpected night with best friends
So this is my first time writing on GWS. English is not my first language, as you can see. Any feedback would be appreciated. Something about me: 26M, I used to have a thinner body, now I am more athletic and a 5,5 inch cock. Not impressive, but in time I managed to know how to use it for the common benefit.
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This story happened 8 years ago, I still remember it and I regret not taking it to the next level. Background: in high-school I was a geeky bookworm, I wasn’t going out so much and I hadn’t have a girlfriend until I was 18 (not so much action there, either). In high school I had two very good friends who were girls. Let’s call them Genie and Joan.
The Cam Girl Pt. 4 (finale)
The VR had changed everything of course. Whereas before he had spent his nights gawking in front of a thin and luminous square he now felt almost as though he lived with Olivia at night and on the weekends.
He went to work during the day and spent his nights blissfully strapped to a VR rig, acting out the fantasy of being in a real relationship. Before he had been squarely pinned in the gravity well of sensory reminders of his dingy Newark apartment.
Now his consciousness hung in space and followed wherever she took him. They went to the gym, they hung out on the street and in Cafes. Harold’s body would have wasted away had she not insisted on a multi-directional treadmill for him to walk on while they travelled. She also continued bullying him into weight lifting sessions but he did not mind as much any more. He actually had a body now too, or at least the start of one. He was getting longer looks, albeit from strange older ladies on the train. He had been seeing Olivia for six months now and was actually starting to look like a grizzled, and possibly handsome, 28ish year old, rather than a pudgy young man who was about to die.
The Cam Girl Pt. 2
Harold fairly sang through the next day. He had tried to help someone. He felt like Olivia’s hero yet slightly dirty because of the circumstances of their meeting. The only other valiant effort he made in life lately was to try and lift the crushing existential horror at work by telling people jokes and acting crazy. Work crazy, not crazy crazy. Luckily he had memorized jokes in the major categories that humans found humerous and was always ready with a zinger about work, sex, or farting, when the time came.
“How are you doing Harold?” The question came from Peter the Dwarf. Of course no one called him this but he was in fact very short in stature, and named Peter, so the name fit in Harold’s mind.
“Oh fine thanks, just finishing up this work.”
“Coming to the party this weekend Harold? All the boys will be there.”
If by, “the boys,” Peter meant the psychopathic group of probable date-rapists that comprised the database sales division, then he would have liked to miss it.
“Yes, Sir, of course I am coming. I will bring a ham.”