I fucked my girlfriend while her best friend watched, but my girlfriend didn’t know we had an audience…(Part II) [MF] [long]

TW: Cheating, but on the person I was with. I have no regrets, hence the flair.

For those of you who need to be brought up to speed, here’s Part I.

Skip to *** for the good stuff.

Diving right in with the key players and their descriptions:

OP: 6′ 6″, 215 and fit, brown hair with blue/brown eyes, and a decent 6.5-7″ dick depending on cardiac output during fun times

Eliza: Girlfriend-now-wife, 5’6″ and 115lb of blue-eyed bottle blonde, bouncing B-cup tits with a thick runner’s ass and Reese Whitherspoon chin.

Kristin: Girlfriend’s friend, sandy brown hair with some curls, pale skin, Irish freckles, and the most gorgeous pale green eyes I’ve seen on a girl. 130lb of fit, gentle four-pack abs, and perfect innie pussy that, let me say now, looked so good spread around my dick. Watched my cum in my girlfriend while jilling off in the corner.

Set-up:

[FM] Weekend retreat

FYI I’m 45, 5’6”, athletic, 36-D bust (not natural) with black pixie cut hair, brown eyes, tanned skin.

I booked a couple of days in a fancy spa hotel with my husband, Spencer, months ago. He agreed to it at first, but as the time crept closer I got the sense he wasn’t as excited as I was about it, and I got suspicious that he’d try and get out of it.

Sure enough, shit hit the fan on some project or other at his company and he suddenly had to work through the weekend (up close and personal with his pretty new PA, I’m sure). He told me to bring one of our Daughters or one of my girlfriends, but none of them could get time off from work or find childcare or get out of whatever they had planned at such short notice, so instead of trying to reschedule for a time when Spencer was free, I took the hint and went on my own.

I got there Friday afternoon, checked in and went down to the spa. I hit the gym, spent an hour working out, then I changed into a bikini to go for a quick swim and relax in the sauna/steam room/jacuzzi.

[MF] Sex with a Lesbian

A month ago I [M33] made the move back to London for a good job that came with good opportunities. Given how things are beginning to spiral in Ireland I was all but too happy to leave. Fast forward a few weeks one of the girls at work Tasha wanted me to go out for a few drinks with her, stating that her usual friends weren’t around and I had to fill in. lol. She’s a good chick and funny AF and we get on like a house on fire. Plus, she was dead horny and needed dick. I’m off the firm belief that you don’t “Screw the crew” in a job – to hell with that.

Tasha and I hit up one or two bars and the hour was late to begin with. I was on the face about heading down the road to a late bar, I’d passed by the place and just didn’t like the look of it, that and I’d heard about the owner, that they’ve more than a few screws loose.

All in all, I was happy to be out with Tasha but I had absolutely no expectations at all.

Careful what you wish for. Part 1 of ? (Kinda Trans, but not quite. Please share in comments if you think this needs different tags.)

Justin had just got home from a stressful day at work and was enjoying a fresh porno on VHS. He had the house to himself and figured on a night of solitaire.

He had started the tape before he really got settled into the house. He was putting a few things away while the actors pretended to have some actual story to tell, not just another fuck fest. A hot young woman, wearing a very short, very tight uniform, carrying a pizza, rung the doorbell. A strong handsome man answered the door in nothing but a bath towel.

Justin chuckled a little, went to his bedroom where he could still hear their flat pre-fuck conversation.

He stripped down to nothing, but put on a loose pair of fleece shorts, leaving his swinging penis mostly free.

By the time he got ready to sit down in the living room, the pizza girl was naked on her customer’s couch getting her pussy eaten by an eager man. The camera angle switched to an inconvenient shot that the actor certainly had to work around. It’s really hard to get a good shot of a pussy when there’s a man’s head blocking it.

What sex toys I have in my secret locker [F]

So. I am 33 years old, married, work as a flight attendant, and I have a very active sex life and of course I have a secret drawer at home with sex toys. Every man and couple has such a box, right? My box and is in the dressing room at the very bottom. So here’s what I have inside.

Anal and vaginal lubricant. A pack of condoms just in case. Although I don’t use condoms, and I should check to see if this pack has already expired lol.

Four different sized anal plugs. One of the them is my wedding one. Yes I had an anal plug during the wedding because I knew for sure that on the night everything had to be ready. One black silicone plug is a huge one. I use it if I know the sex is going to be hard and I need to stretch me well.

Three different sized dildos. The smaller one I use sometimes for the double penetration effect. One of the toys is a very accurate anatomical replica of a penis. When I saw it I was amazed at how skillfully it was made. By the way, I taught one of my friends how to give a blowjob on it. Will tell this story later.

[Fiction, Free Use] Boys! Hate them and love them.

Ashley, Brooke, and Lily sat together in the airport, waiting for their flight. The three girls were headed for the annual Spring Break trip in Florida. Every year it boasted about having the largest orgy outside orgy in the world and the college aged girls were excited to take part once again, but their conversation was on a deeper level at the moment.

“What’s the matter with boys?” Lily, the cute little Chinese girl asked the group. She had a cute button nose and the typical tan skin from the Orient. Her eyes always looked dreamy from lowered lids and her black hair reached her shoulder blades. “It’s like they just don’t understand what girls want.”

“Ok, you obviously want to talk about something that happened,” Brooke said. She was the alt punk of the group. Her pierced tongue and half shaved head gave that “fuck me as hard as you can” look. Her brown hair partially swept over her left eye. Her tits were pretty average in size, which was to say that they were bigger than Lily’s but smaller than Ashley’s. Her ass was the attraction along with tattoos on her body. The one on her pubic bone with an arrow at her pussy was the most popular. It read “Cum here” and looked sarcastic and aggressive just like she did somehow. She had openly talked about her plan to get her tongue split on multiple occasions. She told everyone she wanted to be able to lick a cock on both sides of the mushroom head at the same time. Lily continued with her query.

The Widower (28M) Gets Snowed In – Part 3 [Long]

The Widower (28M) Gets Snowed In – Part 3 [Long]
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/va288l/how_the_widower_28m_recovered_from_his_wifes/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
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We spent the next couple of days playing house together. We cooked, we laughed, we had serious conversations, we watched movies, and we enjoyed each other’s bodies in a way that I haven’t enjoyed anyone’s in a long time. The snow slowly melted away, although we still had about four inches on the ground. The snowman that we had built was still standing strong. Our bond was growing, and I was finding myself more and more comfortable with the idea of a new relationship.

I received a text from a friend of mine that worked for the city Tuesday evening that said that my road would be cleared the next morning. I was happy to hear that I could get out of the house, but I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of Angela leaving me. I decided to hold on to that information and not tell her.

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Flirting with the Devil – [M/32] [F/27] [BDSM] [Anal] [CnC][D/s] [Forced] [Spanking/Pain/Torture/Rough]

*****To be on the safe and overly cautious side, if you have triggers of any kind, please do not read my content.*****

I have finally had it. Everything is unsatisfying. I have been the good girl my whole life and after spending the last five years at the bank working my way up, being polite, wearing my nice pencil skirts and blouses, I have officially had it. I had nearly straight A’s in college and barely knew what the definition of a frat party was. Then I got my job at the bank and being little Miss Perfect just continued. Everything about me and my life is typical, predictable, mundane, boring, and more than vanilla.
Get a tattoo? Nope, Cassandra would never do that.

Show up to work hungover after a Thursday night happy hour that lasted too long. Never.
Have sex on the first date. Not Cassandra.

I don’t know what happened, but I can’t live like this anymore. My life isn’t fulfilling, not even something I look forward to anymore. Granted, I can’t just quit my job at the bank, but outside of those 40 hours a week, I have to find something else to do with my time. Something exciting. Find a passion about something. Anything but continuing on the road I am on.

[26FA] Beer Garden [Group] [Public] [Oral]

You had the next 3 days off. It felt like freedom, liberation, you had been working non stop for a few weeks now. You got together with some friends at a beer garden you’d never been to yet. As the evening went along, and you all got tipsy, the conversation started to heat up. Since some of them had hooked up before, they were making references to past performances, kinks, quirks, you name it.

Didn’t take too long for you to confess your own fantasies. You told them how you love to be used as a fucktoy, to be serviceable. You explain to them how you enjoy adding sexual gratification to an otherwise mundane activity, like reading, watching TV. The feeling of being used while being ignored at the same time is such a contrasting turn on for you.

Your friends are fascinated and start sharing their own. You are already trapped in your head, reminiscing of past experiences. Thinking about the last time you had your hands tied behind your head, being used as a fucktoy for a stranger at a party, as he kept talking to his friends like nothing’s going on.

Flirting with the Devil – F/27 M/32

I have finally had it. Everything is unsatisfying. I have been the good girl my whole life and after spending the last five years at the bank working my way up, being polite, wearing my nice pencil skirts and blouses, I have officially had it. I had nearly straight A’s in college and barely knew what the definition of a frat party was. Then I got my job at the bank and being little Miss Perfect just continued. Everything about me and my life is typical, predictable, mundane, boring, and more than vanilla.

Get a tattoo? Nope, Cassandra would never do that.

Show up to work hungover after a Thursday night happy hour that lasted too long. Never.

Have sex on the first date. Not Cassandra.

I don’t know what happened, but I can’t live like this anymore. My life isn’t fulfilling, not even something I look forward to anymore. Granted, I can’t just quit my job at the bank, but outside of those 40 hours a week, I have to find something else to do with my time. Something exciting. Find a passion about something. Anything but continuing on the road I am on.