A real, first MFMM [group] [swinger]

My wife Jess and I have been in the lifestyle almost since the day we started dating. I was open with her that it was something I had been into for awhile. She, having a pretty hot past of her own, didn’t skip a beat in letting me know she was in. Obviously, I locked it down. Fast forward several years.

I’d lately fallen down the rabbit hole of the reddit hotwife page. There’s so much in the hotwife lifestyle to unpack. So many meandering alleys and back roads to get lost on. While a lot of them are interesting, at the core my interests come from watching other guys lust over my wife and her knowing she can have have them if she wants. My wife is smart, and sexy and she knows exactly what she’s doing. There’s power in that, and it’s hot thinking about her calling the shots.

Mom’s Wedding Gown (MF, inc. cons. rom)

Mom’s Wedding Gown

By SpectreOfHell

Mark tried not to shiver as his mother leaned heavily against him, tried
not to enjoy the softness of her body or the flowery smell of her hair.
Tried not to get a hard on again. She looked up at him, smiling, and
giggled drunkenly as he fumbled with her keys and opened the front door.
“You’re so sweet to help me home,” she said, then lifted up on her toes to
kiss his cheek dangerously close to his lips.

“Mom, you’re drunk,” he said, more to remind himself than her, to
convince himself that she was flirtatious because of the liquor and because
she was angry at Dad. “I couldn’t let you drive home like this. Come on,
let me get you inside.”

She giggled again but let him guide her through the doorway into the
spacious parlor at the front of the house. As he closed the door he
couldn’t help watching the sway of her ass as she staggered away from him,
letting his eyes roam over her mature body appreciatively. How long had he
had fantasies about her? Since puberty, he reckoned, but there was a vast
difference between fantasy and reality. Or so he’d always thought.

Both Ends of the Sextrum [MFF]

This is a true story from about 5 years ago. I was single and just a couple of years out of university, finding my feet in my new career. Looking back, I realise these were probably the golden years of my life – no real responsibilities, no worries, no money, no bedtime.

I’d never been much of a clubber but I’m old friends with some Iranian-British girls who loved to hit the fancy clubs.

Dipshit me, who’s wallet was lighter than a paper clip, agreed to accompany them and some of their rich friends from the gulf to insert-French-word-here nightclub in Mayfair in London.

The place was shitty, packed to the tits with entitled arseholes, boring music and minimum table spends. I purposefully bought my own drinks and did not get involved in the ridiculous bottles of champagne for 300 quid a pop that the rest of these nobs were drinking.

I ended up spending a significant amount of time in the smoking area. Armed with a beer more expensive than a 2003 Fiat Punto, I lounged on the admittedly very nice garden furniture, listening to drunken phone arguments and below average flirting bellowing around me.

His Name was Richard [f] [M] [oral] [anal] [squirt] [cum]

You’re asking me: How do you know his name was Richard? And I’ll tell you: I went to the mail room and looked at his mail box. I got his last name, got on Google and searched. Bam. Richard. 47.

He was a silver fox. He had short but stylish silver hair and a beard to match, muscles — so many muscles! And a few old tattoos on his forearms. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to fuck me. But I was too shy.

My parents bought me the apartment when I enrolled in college. They rented it out for two years and then, this year when I became a junior, I moved into it. My very own place!

I saw Richard on my first night in the studio apartment. He was on his balcony smoking a pipe. A pipe of all things. I thought, this guy is probably an author. Didn’t hurt my fantasy when he sat down and pulled out a thick book.

I started thinking about his cock and I wondered if it was as thick as the book he was reading. I just needed an in. I’m shy, okay? Too shy. I’m not like the girls in my school who send guys a pic of their tits and say “come over.”

Threesome fun [MFF]

It happened a while ago when I was still in university finishing up my undergrad and was with my girlfriend at the time. We had been dating for almost 4 years and her parents and brother had left to visit family in South America which meant a nice empty house with a hot tub for 3 weeks in the summer.

My girlfriend (Sam) at the time was short, brunette, and curves that turned heads to her hips, tits, and ass.

She decided to call her friend (Leah) over so they could just hang out as Leah recently got dumped. Leah was roughly 5’9 and while slightly larger had a smile that melted hearts and huge tits.

Leah came over and we all started catching up as to what was going on, Leah complained about her now ex and laughed at the latest antics of her roommate who was either doing drugs, having sex, or probably both at the same time rather than going to class during the summer.

[MFM] Used my cute wife with a voyeur (part 2)

Free use of my cute wife

Part one happened a few weeks ago, meanwhile the group of us three met again. Encouraged by all the nice words I thought of writing this down. Again my wife, our male friend and I.

This time it was not me bringing in a fantasy, it was my wife’s and she wanted to share it with both of us, or let’s say; make it happen.

She wanted to be used, just blatantly used without us needing to care about her.

We decided to plan this, she was very detailed about it and I texted with our friend about what we could do, to give her a fantastic experience of her fantasy. He agreed to join.

The day came and we were nervous as hell. I wasn’t sure if what she wanted wasn’t too much and how it would feel for me to see her like that. Spineless, fixated and used.

Our friend and I set up the living room. We moved out the couch table to make space on the carpet. We layed out a few towels and cussions. My wife left for an hour, seriously excited.

Poker Night [MF] [DD/lg]

The following is a work in progress and based on a fantasy my friend and I are working on making a reality.

I sat on the couch throwing glances at the clock every few seconds. I tried not to fidget too much, but my skirt wouldn’t seem to lie just right. At least the details of my skirt kept my mind off the pounding in my chest and the shaking in my hands. They should be here any minute, I thought. Daddy was in the next room setting up the table. All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. I jumped up immediately but took a second to pause and make sure I was breathing right. They’re just daddy’s friends, I reminded myself. They know the rules.

On shaky legs, I made my way to the door and fumbled it open. Suddenly, I was face-to-face with three men I had never seen before. They seemed nice enough – not slobs or anything – but I could see and feel their eyes look me up and down. They lingered at places – on the cleavage my tight black crop top created, on my legs highlighted by my too-short skirt and high heels, and on my face, which I knew must have been bright red if the burning was any indication.

Personalized kink/fetish lit! [f] [any] [lit]

Hello! I write custom fantasy literature.
Have someone you want to fuck or a fetish you’d love to play out?
I would love to write out any fantasy you have.
If you’re interested I would love to chat with you.
Email me: lilithkmae@gmail.com

Personalized kink/fetish lit! [f] [any] [lit]

Hello! I write custom fantasy literature.
Have someone you want to fuck or a fetish you’d love to play out?
I would love to write out any fantasy you have.
If you’re interested I would love to chat with you.
Email me: lilithkmae@gmail.com

Personalized kink/fetish lit! [f] [any] [lit]

Hello! I write custom fantasy literature.
Have someone you want to fuck or a fetish you’d love to play out?
I would love to write out any fantasy you have.
If you’re interested I would love to chat with you.
Email me: lilithkmae@gmail.com