Eavesdropping [FM] [M]

“I’ve always wanted to listen in” he said.

“Like conference in on phone sex or like listen on the phone to people having sex?”

“The Latter.”

I thought about it for a bit. I was definitely interested, and it sounded like something my husband would be into too.

“Let me ask Adam and get back to you. ;)”

—-CONTEXT—–
So I am a late-twenties bi woman, married to the world’s sweetest guy, and we’re not monogamous. I’m pretty pale, curvy, about 5’7, with hazel eyes and really curly brown/auburn hair. Pierced tongue and nipples, 2 tattoos with more to come. Short torso, long legs ? Adam says I have an amazing butt but he’s biased. 38 F cup (GD bras are so fucking expensive)

Adam, my husband, is about 6′ and has the most beautiful stormy blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s also got really curly brown hair which is pretty long right now. Average build, and average cock. I can swallow the whole thing if I try, which he’s pretty thrilled with, and I’m definitely more interested in girth than in length (Story for another time).

What an amazing day at the office [MF]

I’m going to describe something that happened a few weeks ago, but first, I need to provide some biographical context.

I’m male, 6’ even, 175 pounds, pretty fit. I have a wiry frame so it’s hard for me to bulk up but I have pretty good muscle definition. I’m in my mid 50s, have been told I look like I’m in my mid 40s and have the same sex drive I had in my 20s. I know it’s a running joke here how everyone has an above-averaged sized cock. My wife wanted to measure mine one day and when fully erect it’s 7.5”. Girth is pretty average, I’d guess. I doubt anyone wants to see a pic so I’ll omit that. If interested, PM me and I’m happy to share.

I’ve been married for many years to a beautiful woman I love deeply. The challenge is she has some significant health issues that make sex very difficult for her. If it were up to me we’d fuck every day. As it is, I’m lucky to get laid once a month. And even then, we have to be very gentle to avoid hurting her. It’s frustrating for both of us. She knows she’s not satisfying me sexually and has basically told me to feel free to find other ways to satisfy myself sexually, just be discreet and safe about it.

RAOMD [Success] [MF] Part 3 – The Christmas party that almost wasn’t. Album in comments.

Happy holidays Redditors!

If you want the backstory on “Kelli” and I, check our post history for part 1 and 2. Although we’ve only known each other for about a month (seems crazy to both of us), we’ve had some pretty fun times in that short span. This is the story of our “Christmas party” that we started planning after our first hook up. If you want to skip to the good stuff, scroll down to the line___________ Now, onto part 3…

After stretches of time with both of us being out of town, the time was finally near for us to have our Christmas party. As the days went by leading up to it, we chatted a lot and a ton of complications came up. Unexpected visitors, schedule conflicts, it seemed like the world was against us! She gave me the latest news (we would have to cancel altogether) a few days before and I was bummed, to put it mildly. I had been looking forward to this for weeks, bought all these outfits, made all these arrangements, and it wasn’t going to happen. Fuck!

Old Friends-Pt 10: The Sense of Control [Ff], [manipulated participation], [light sadism], [compliant but non-consenting]

Alex was kneeling next to me, his lips pressed to mine as I opened my eyes sleepily. I smiled at him and he returned the smile for a moment. Then he looked up and I followed his gaze, Bella was standing behind the couch. Dread churned in my stomach as I sat up, my towel had fallen off of me at some point during the night.

Phil was snoring and Alex put his finger to his lips, shushing me as he gently pulled me up from the couch. He leaned down to my ear and whispered to me, “I told her about last night. Just go with her and make it up to her.”

I looked to Alex, he was smiling gleefully, his eyes fixed on Bella.

She handed me a short trench coat and told me to put it on. I started to go over to my luggage to fish out clothes to wear it and Bella smacked my hand, “Just the coat,” she whispered to me, being careful not to wake Phil.

My hand trembled but I put it on, it fell to about mid-thigh and fastened snuggly around me. Bella took my hand and led me out of the hotel room and down the hall.

The Red Lock Hostel – A Ghost Story, Part 2 [MMF]

[See comments for Part 1]

“Oh fuck, Eric. Looks like she regretted not joining us after all!” said the black-haired roommate, Bill, to the other. The blonde, Eric, chuckled and circled around my bunk to get a look at me from the side. It took me a moment to realize I could move again. I scrambled around and wrapped myself in my blanket, feeling insanely embarrassed and unsure of how to handle myself.

Eric sat down on my bed next to me and put his arm around me, “Hey now,” he said as the electric current poured from his fingers and traveled down by entire body. “There’s no need to be shy, little lass. It looks like you have some needs, and my friend Bill and I here…are happy to help.” He smiled genuinely as if to give some reassurance, but clearly his intentions were far from innocent.

My silence seemed to give me away, as a mischievous light flashed before Eric’s eyes and he slowly reached out for my neck with a large, strong hand. A heat wave crashed over me when he grabbed me, for he was actually solid and I could see the strength behind his actions. He pushed me slightly down onto the bed, and I complied. He started making out with my little neck and whispered in my ear, “Yes?”

A dare for my husband [FM]

I’ve been talking about the dares my husband had for me, but apparently people wanted to hear about the ones I had back for him. After my dress ripping, I had some ideas to get back at him and sprung them on him last night.

We went back and forth talking a bit, he almost always chooses truth because he’s a wuss. But, if I start with, “Oooh, Truth or Daaaare?” And I say it the right way, he’ll realize there is something there and choose dare.

“I’m going to dress you up the way I want, and you’re going to go to that sex shop down the street and ask in detail for the best strap on.”

He looked worried for a minute, but then resolute, “Okay, fair.”

We went upstairs and I laid out a pair of sheer thigh highs that probably won’t fit him, see through black lace panties, my first sexy bra I ever bought which was way too small for me now, but I kept for sentimental reasons, and my black choker. There’s no way my heels would fit him, so he’d have to wear his nice work shoes.

So[m]e [bondage] and [anal] [f]un on Christmas Eve. [MF][26/21]

My girlfriend Avery is from Australia, and this is her first Chrismas away from home. For background, she’s 21 and 5’10, I’m 26 and 6’0. She was upset that this was going to be her first Christmas without her family, so I knew that I was going to have to do something special for her. I’m the type of guy who likes to plan these things out in advance, not so much that I know every detail of what I’m going to be doing, but enough that I’ll have a game plan.

I knew that the most important thing was going to be to make sure that we were both very relaxed, so I invited Avery to come shower with me. She knew bits and pieces of my game plan (you kind of have to for anal, you can’t just surprise a girl with it), but didn’t know exactly what I planned on doing. She loves when I put shampoo on my hands and run my fingers through her hair. The idea here, and men take note, is to make sure that we both feel the intimacy that comes with washing each other and to make sure that we both know that we love each other. I soaped up her body, but this was not a sexual shower. Even though we definitely both got excited, this was about undergoing the slow process of relaxing every muscle in the body.

I woke her from a dead sleep by licking her pussy [MF]

This is a different format. Im typing what I want to happen now, and if/when I can pull it off, I’ll finish with the the end results so you can see how it played out versus my intent. I’ll be adding day by day so you read it as a journal-like format.

The planning phase

I’ve been toying with the idea of waking Brittany via oral sex. Only problem is, we don’t sleep naked. Rare occasion she might sleep without panties on, but that’s only been after late nights, usually alcohol infused. And, she’s a side sleeper so I really need some luck and good timing on my side. So to try and cause her to sleep without clothes on, I’ll “accidentally” turn the heater on tonight (December 16) and see if it pans out. We use a pretty warm blanket and both of us usually cuddle throughout the night in some fashion so we tend to keep one another warm.

December 17

Fucking in a rocking chair [MF][teasing]

We had reservations for dinner that night but i was able to meet her place a little early telling her I was worried about traffic on a Friday night. She said she’d be still getting ready and I knew I would be able to put my very evil (to her) plan into motion. I arrived and she was still in her chill clothes (how do women not know how insanely sexy they can look that way). We kissed with all the pent up lust and passion that had been bottled off over the last few days since seeing each other last. Breaking off because she said she needed to get ready, I continued our conversation from earlier. I resumed picking her brain about a subject she was really passionate about and knew quite a few really good books to get more information. As she she talked, I looked around and found a paper and pen which i grabbed. She looked at me quizzically as I put them down on the nearby nightstand. “Write down the names of the books,” I asked, with a bit of firmness in my voice. She said she’d just email me the names but I insisted. She sighed and bent over to start writing down the names on the paper. I quickly stepped behind her, pressing my body into her and wrapping my left arm around her waist. With a good hold on her, I slipped my right hand under the waistband of her pants and right to her perfect pussy. She gasped and stopped writing and my fingers spread her labia apart. “You said you knew of more books,” I growled low in her ear, “keep writing.” She shuddered, either from my words, my tone, or my fingers firmly teasing her pussy.

Another Dare from the Husband [FM]

I think my husband got energized by reading the responses on the last post. Last night we were walking home from my friend Annie’s who lives right down the street and he casually asked Truth or Dare in that voice he has that shows he has an awesome dare.

We’d just had great dinner and a drinks with friends and we’re walking down a suburban street so I was doubting he’d go nuts, so I said Dare.

“I dare you to wear this the rest of the walk home,” he was smiling and he dug out a small remote control vibrator from his camera bag. It was ribbed and shaped like a lowercase T.

I asked him where he got that. Amazon. Oh ok.

So, not wanting to face a punishment by turning down a dare, I said sure. I stepped behind an SUV parked on the street asked him to spit on it and worked the corkscrew shaped, blue vibrator inside of me while he laughed. The porch light of the house came on, and I pulled my undies up and smoothed down my dress quickly as we walked away from the house.