We were supposed to be cooking dinner. My wife and I just spent a nice long day out shopping and having fun. It was the end of a weekend together that we almost never get anymore. Weekends like this meant a lot to us but it especially meant one thing: we were going to fuck. A lot. We don’t really fuck much during the week since she works 3rd shift and is asleep for most of the day. After barely seeing each other during the week, the weekends were our time for sex. On Saturday night, we tried to have sex after going out to the bar but I had some “technical difficulties” (damn alcohol) so it was a no go. This was the last chance of the weekend.
Tag: G-spot
Part 1. The lead up to anal fun! [MF]
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Anal fun. Part 1. The lead up. [MF]
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[FFM] 4/7/2017, A morning full of hot sex, big toys, gapping and squirting! It doesn’t get much better than this.
I had some very unexpected morning fun. I had an OBGYN appointment this morning at 9 a.m. (4/7/2017). I had asked my friend Madison if she could watch the kids while I was at my appointment, my husband had to work early.
When I returned from my appointment, the kids were still sleeping and to my surprise my husband showed up to the house a few minutes after I did. He found Madison an I chatting in the kitchen. He greeted me with a hug and a kiss and asked about the kids. I told him they were all sleeping. He asked about my appointment. To which I replied, “standard boring pap bull.” To that he asked, “you need me to show some love and attention to your lady parts or are you sore?” Madison interjected, “I can help.” A good little whore like me couldn’t pass that offer up, so I grabbed his left hand and her right hand then dragged them to the master suite.
My husband quickly undressed me and kissed me. He laid me on the bed as he continued to kiss me. Madison, familiar with our set up, pulled a couple massagers out of our special drawer. My husband then rolled us over. He was then lying on the bed with me sitting ontop of him. We continued kissing.
Footsie on a plane led to [m]ore [f]un later.. [MF] [Cougar] [MILF]
Footsie on a plane led to (M)ore (F)un later…
This is my first time posting here so let me know if you are interested in reading more. Will do my best not to embellish these stories but keep in mind they are from memory – though this one was recent.
A bit about me. I am 28 and in pharmaceutical device sales. My job keeps me on the road quite a bit and the majority of the stories I have are from various road trips. I have been told I am good looking but consider myself about average. Just under six feet tall and in relatively good shape, though no six pack (working on it). Brown hair, brown eyes. In any case this encounter happened about two weeks ago. The setup is a bit long but then again I like stories here with good setups, but by all means feel free to skip to the “good” parts.
Almost ca[m]e handsfree in the grocery store
This happened a few days ago.
Recently, I bought a fairly large glass plug. I was playing with it on a weekday afternoon. It had been a few days since I’d had sex (GF and I had both been really busy), so I was VERY turned on. I thought I might shoot my load just feeling the width of that plug stretching me open and the big rounded tip slide over my g-spot.
So, the plug was in. I was just edging and playing and fucking myself with it for a while.
Anyways, my roommate came home a little earlier than I expected, so I quickly cleaned up my room a bit and got dressed, leaving this girthy plug deep in my ass.
I went into the kitchen and we small-talked for a little bit. When I heard him come in I had been worried he’d somehow know what I was doing, but it was obvious he had no idea.
So, at this point I feel like having something to drink (I was kind of tired from my masturbation, even though I didn’t cum) and it occurs to me that we don’t have anything in the fridge. There’s water, sure, but idk, I need electrolytes. Juice or something.
An Afternoon Interlude. My First Ever Story [M/F]
Scott opened the door to the small apartment he and Amy shared in Boston’s North End. “Hey, baby how was your field hockey game?” he asked and looked around. He was answered by a hand firmly clasping his right ass cheek. “It was good, but not as good as this is going to be” she said in her musical voice.
He smelled her before he saw her: the floral scent she wore daily and underneath the earthy yet refreshing musk of her sweat. She stepped around to face him. Her chestnut brown hair, bleached blonde at the ends, fell to her shoulders, framing her gorgeous face. Her big brown eyes sparkled at him underneath her bangs and her sensuous pink lips curved in a smile.
She pressed the flat of her hand against the crotch of his khakis. His half-hard cock ached with longing. “Someone’s glad to see me.” She grasped it between her thumb and two fingers and squeezed the shaft slowly yet firmly right beneath the head. It grew harder and more swollen.
Yes Sir [MF][FF][MFF][Mdom][anal][oral][bd][long]
I’m an automation expert. I tell people I work on big expensive machines that make stuff. I get to travel to interesting places sometimes but mostly I wind up in little armpit towns. It’s good work though, it pays well and I get to be my own boss. I have a standing order to run a six month overhaul at a plant a couple hours away. This place is a real shithole and I hate coming here. There’s only one fleabag motel in town which is the only place to stay while i’m there. I keep thinking about dropping this client but the last time I went there was this girl. She works the desk at the motel. She’s probably 19 or 20 years old. She’s got long frizzy dirty-dishwater blonde hair that she lets fall across her face to hide her pale blue eyes. Her face is pimply but pretty. She’s the kind of girl you’d probably forget five minutes later if you didn’t look beyond her plain looks and dull demeanor. I have a day off and I hang out in the lobby and talk to her to kill time because there’s nothing else to do. She’s had a rough life. Her dad died when she was a baby in a motorcycle accident. Her mom is in and out of jail or rehab. She lives with her aunt and uncle who treat her like shit. She isn’t particularly pretty or smart or interesting. She has a way about her though. I can’t explain it and I can’t get her out of my head. Her name is Claire.
Second [F] BBC Experience
I could not have imagined the satisfaction that our afternoon interlude had given me (see First [F] BBC Experience) and the sheer craving it created. I could not wait for our meeting after dinner.
Brett and I did the good worker thing, went out to dinner with our respective colleagues but had committed to each other that by 8:00pm come hell or high water, we would do what it took to politely be excused from our work/social obligations.
I showed up to Brett’s room about 10 minutes early just as schoolgirlish as it gets. My anticipation was causing me to almost pace. Finally when I heard the door handle being rustled, a silent YES echoed in my head. Brett stepped in the room and quick chit chat began.
As he removed his jacket and tie, a positioned myself to literally jump into his arms and began deep kissing. Such a large man holding me felt exquisite.
Starla Takes His Ass to Red Lobster (Sex Journal 2/4/17); [Fm][oral][creampie][non-fic]
Sunday morning, the morning after my day long fuck fest with Mark. Both of us were completely saturated with sweat, by the time the sun shone full force through the window. The weather was starting to get warm, but the AC units hadn’t switched from their winter settings just yet, so the room was humid, and reeked of nothing but sex. He was in my arms when we fell asleep, but I opened my eyes to him down between my thighs, petting my mound, gently.
“Mmm, good morning,” I greeted him, falling back into the pillow. I could feel his breath on my skin; the sweat made it feel like I was facing an opened window, spread eagle.
“Morning, Starla,” he said, pressing his lips against mine. I moaned for him, as he sampled me with a lick. I saw him wince, and he kissed and licked my thigh to reset the taste in his mouth. He was a breath and a half away from apologizing to me, and ruining the moment, so I spoke first.
“Let’s get a shower,” I said. “Kiera already got hers earlier, so we can take as long as we want.”