The one where I got [M]y [F]irst handjob in the nation’s capital

After enjoying the stories on this subreddit for years, I’ve decided to finally write and share a few of my own. They will be in chronological order, so my first is my earliest proper “hookup” experience. I’ll say up front that my writing tends to run on the long side with lots of description and build-up. If that’s not your thing… you have been warned.

*Everyone in the story is 18+*

To set the scene: before graduating from High School, I attended this program in Washington DC with other students from across the country. The kind of thing where you get to miss a week of class to see how the US government works. In hindsight, it was probably a bit of a racket. But it was a fun experience that resulted in my first and most memorable handjob of my life.

Female 28.. Tell me if I’m sick or if this is really fucking hot? I just masterbated while having this vivid, kinda fucked up fantasy. nsfw

So, I just had this fantasy about 30 minutes ago and it became super realistic and I came harder than I ever had. I want to see what you all think and please tell me if I am wrong for imagining this.

As per the rules participants are F28, M38 and M38. Taboo connotations. Fantasy.

TLDR: I plan to suprise my husband and spice up our dying sex life. What happens is amazing but not what I expected.

Pics on my profile if you need a visual.

My husband and I have been married for 8 years and together 10. When we met I was 18 and he was 28. I loved that he was older and more experienced. He is a construction worker and had a strong build, perfect dark body hair, tanned skin, he was a rugby player in college and he still had the physique to show for it. I was a tiny little blonde with small tits and a round ass. We fit together and there were fireworks when we fucked.

[MF] My Best Buddy’s Widow – Anything her heart desires.

First of all, to all the folks who decided to read my stories and follow me, I thank you sincerely. I hope you enjoy reading about Addison and I’s journey. This next story is one I am excited to share. It’s a long one, but I hope you stick till the end and enjoy.

Two weekends ago, I came back from spending sometime with my son, Junior in Florida. It was the longest time we spent together, just him and I since he got engaged.

Addie picked me up from the airport when I got home and she saw how happy I was as I told her about my trip. When we got home, Addie commented that I stink of old airplane smell and invited me to take a shower with her. We fooled around a bit as we washed it each other and eventually ended up in bed.

That evening, we were having pizza for dinner as we sat in the living room watching TV. The movie “Under the Tuscan Sky” came on and Addie wanted to watch it since it’s one of her favorite movies.

[MF] 34m My first interracial fuck and cum inside her 26F

I had been swiping on tinder for months trying to hook up with a black chick. I had recently moved to a city from a small town and had always had a fantasy of fucking a dark skinned black girl with huge tits. I had spent months swiping on all the girls fitting that description when it finally happened. 

I matched with a 26 year old big black girl with big tits. She said “hey” initially so I replied. We messaged back and forward for a bit when I asked what it means to be a “switch” and she tells me she’s either dominant or submissive depending. She also is pansexual and looking for either men or women. I tell her I’m just looking for fun and she’s ok with that. She’s a dark skinned, fat, and changes her hair frequently. She’s a bit bigger than I would have gone for but I wanted my first black girl and she was willing to be her. We flirt back and forward and I fortunately I can’t meet with her until the next weekend, she doesn’t mind.

[MF] my first time cheating on my GF with her best friend

I had been dating my then gf (now wife) for 5 years.
She had a really good friend that was basically always over at our house named chantel. We had always been really friendly to each other but once she started dating my friend john something changed.

Before I start I guess I should describe us all. I am cody. Im 6’2 220lbs and broad shoulders. I stay fit by playing hockey and rugby. I have brown hair green eyes and a short beard. I also have a full sleeve of tattoos as well as about 7 more scattered across my body. I am by no means a guy that walks around swinging his dick cause of how big it is but id definitely never had any complaints. Im a little over 7 inches and decently girthy. It is veiny and had a slight left curve.

Chantel was cute with a button nose and small mouth. She had dark hair and pale skin. She embodied the raven look. But her most discernable feature was the best set of tits I still have ever seen. She flauntes them like she was going to lose them. They were massive yet gravity defying. She wasnt thin by any means but all her weight was in her boobs and ass. Her stomach was thin and had a Kylie jenner-esque figure. This contrasted my short blonde petite gf named mel.

[MFM] I recently got to try sloppy seconds for the first time

My wife was very nervous and shy about being shared for the first time. It was an idea that had turned me on for years, but she always said that she would probably be too awkward and shy to try it, despite being a little curious and slightly turned on by the idea herself. It was about six months ago that she actually started to come around to the idea and seemed to want to discuss it more, and then she told me that I could start looking for someone online if I wanted to, but we would have to get to know him online for at least a few months before meeting in person. I’ll never forget how my heart started racing when she said that.

[F20s/M30s] Shacking up [fiction] [airbnb] [first encounter] [slow build]

*Note: this story is fictional and simply the alternate (fantasy) ending to a non-fictional relationship.

*Yawn.*

Whose fucking idea was it to meet this early? I check the clock on my dash: it’s stupid-o-clock in the morning.

I see that you’ve beaten me here. I put the car in park, gather my duffel bag and a couple of groceries from the backseat and slam the door shut with my hip. The airbnb you rented doesn’t look like much really – a simple, narrow, and relatively private shack on the beach. I take a deep breath in and smell the salt in the air from the ocean – it’s a little chilly, but nothing compared to the dreadful cold of a Midwest winter. As I reach for the door, it swings open – I feel myself about to make a joke about this being a knockoff Beauty and the Beast movie, and then I see you.

There you are. Andy. The man I never even dreamt of seeing in person one day – here in front of me, right now… in the flesh. You go for a hug but my arms are preoccupied with all my shit so you awkwardly offer to take some of it and I can feel my cheeks begin to flush. The door shuts, my bags are now on the floor by our feet and we just kinda… look at each other.

[MF] 41 year old milf wife’s first time with another man

I met my wife Nicole way back in high school, and we are now in our early 40’s. Until very recently (subject of this story), I was her first and only man she had been with sexually. Over the last 10 years or so, I have wondered if she every regretted not experimenting more sexually before getting married and settling down. Our sex life has been generally good over the years and she seems satisfied, usually having sex 2 or 3 times a week. I have little complaints overall. But, in the back of my mind, I have long wondered if she has those feelings of wondering what it would be like with another partner. We are both in pretty good shape, and I would say I am average “down there”. So, at times I wonder if she has thoughts of being with a guy who is bigger, or simply different than myself.

About a month ago we were hanging out on our back deck, a typical Friday night enjoying an adult beverage and just talking about life things. One of her good friends came up, as she had plans to have lunch with her the next day. Her friends is the same age and also married and settled down. Nicole made a comment about how wild her friend was before she got married, and how she had been with several partners during college and in her late 20’s.

Being Seen [FFM]

Anne wanted to be seen.

In her first year at college my girlfriend, Anne, took some introductory art classes, including a figure drawing class. The class went from the basics to still life, then to drawing people and finally to nude models. The models were not, contrary to how it often appears in movies, especially attractive or sexual. The point was to teach the students, not to get them aroused. For the most part the models could be best described as “fit” and then left at that.

Still Anne found herself deeply aroused in every class. Not by the models but by the people watching. She wondered what it would be like to be the subject of such rapt attention, to have so many eyes on you. She started to dwell on the feeling of being exposed, of being unable to hide anything.

It spilled into our sex. She would get me to watch her in the shower, to watch her masturbating on the bed, even to film her. But it didn’t satiate the yearning. I saw her all the time. Nothing was revealed. Nothing was exposed. She needed something more.

[F] My (22f) long-term boyfriend (23M) found out I was writing erotic fiction and dumped me.

I posted this on a different subreddit yesterday, and felt like it might fit here too!

This was over a year ago, so I was 21 and he was 22, but I feel like this story belongs on here. I have always had a very active imagination, and this extends to my sexual fantasies. My ex was always pretty vanilla, so I never felt quite comfortable sharing my desires with him. That being said, I needed to vent, so I took to writing erotic short stories. I have always loved to write, so this was a kind of natural step in expressing my sexuality. Anyways, I was working on a really steamy story involving a group breeding session, and because it was my fantasy, described my own looks as that of the main female character. One night, after going out for drinks with his friends, my boyfriend burst into our apartment and threw up all over the floor. Being the caring girlfriend I was, I went to grab paper towels to clean up the mess. I had been working on this story while he was out, and in the rush to clean up the mess, I left my laptop open on the table. I came back out to him scrolling through the story, demanding to know why I was writing about (myself) getting gang banged by a bunch of hung dudes, and letting them cum in me. I tried to explain that it was just a fantasy, but he wasn’t having it. To be fair, It was extremely graphic, and this was a side of me he had never seen before. He told me I was a sexual deviant, and he felt like he could never live up to my desires. We argued for a while, but eventually this ended in us breaking up. Honestly, I think it was for the best. I need a partner that is confident and comfortable enough to not judge me for my fantasies.