My wife’s girlfriend [FMF]

If you want more info on my wife Amy and I you can check my post history.

I didn’t want to make this two posts so I’m sorry its so long.

TLDR: Amy goes abroad and gets a girlfriend. I go to visit and we have out first FMF threesome.

In the second semester of our sophomore year of college, Amy got the chance to go over to England to study abroad. By now we had both found steady FWBs at our own schools to fulfill our sexual needs, but anytime we visited each other we could never take our hands off one another.

At the time my wife had only experimented with two women before she traveled over to England. The first one was a one night stand while the other she had met at the gym and fooled around with whenever she missed me and wanted more intimate sex rather than just fucked and leaving. I never met either of the two women but it excited me thinking that if I ever visited we might get to have another threesome.

Gave him a BJ in the school parking lot in the middle of the day [MF]

So about a year and a half ago, I met this guy through mutual friends and we became friends ourselves pretty quickly. After not too long, he was hinting that he was interested in something sexual. I’ll skip the details, but there was tons of sexual tension all the time. We starting sexting and sending nudes through snapchat and I told him I wanted to give him a blowjob so bad. I told him on a Sunday that I’d do it the next day. I don’t think he fully believed me, but it happened.

We always hung out in the library in between classes so that day, I starting rubbing his dick through his pants while we were sitting next to each other. He gave me this look and I knew we had to find somewhere. I suggested we go to my car and we headed to the parking deck. I was parked next to a bunch of cars, so this was a risky move, but we didn’t care. We got to my car and went into the back seat. He was sitting up and pulled his pants partially down and he was rock hard. I leaned over and started sucking his dick. I was licking up and down the shaft, licking the tip, and deepthroating occasionally. He was loving it based on his breathing and the occasional “fuck” I wanna say it took him 10 ish minutes to cum and I swallowed every bit. The windows were all fogged up and we got out and nobody suspected a thing. We ended up being FWB for a couple months, but he has a girlfriend now and we’re still good friends.

Teasing my[F] coworker [M]

I started a new job last year, and almost immediately took an attraction to one of my coworkers, Chase. He’s tall with brown hair, light stubble, and a quiet demeanor that my resilient self was determined to break down. Fairly quickly on I realized that Chase kept to himself at work but would engage in friendly conversation if prompted. Wanting all the more of him, I prompted him often in light banter and hypothetical situations, weekend recaps and general camaraderie. Throughout the course of my first few weeks we grew pretty close in terms of a working relationship, but I was dying for more flirtatious contact. I’m sure some gossipy coworkers thought more was going on between us at the time, but I really liked the innocence our daily conversations held while I secretly lusted for more from him.

[MF] I get an awesome BJ from the [MILF] while on the clock

This is a true story, names have been changed. I’ve never posted before, I read here a lot so I thought you might enjoy this erotic weird little story. This is the story of the second woman to give me a blowjob, which turned out to be the greatest blowjob I’ve ever gotten. Sorry if i’m long at laying the groundwork.

I was attending community college during the day, and worked as a stock clerk at a grocery store by night. I decided to stay home for my first year of school, basically because I was in love, or puppy love, to my high school sweet heart Jeanie. She was 19 now, and my 19th bday was two months away.

This is isn’t a story about Jeanie tho, this is a story about Kathy. Kathy worked in the deli department. She was an older woman, older than me, early forties/late 30’s I guessed. Cute face, brownish red hair. She was bigger, idk if I would say overweight, maybe just thick/curvery. Big set of tits hanging of her chest. She was sassy, and had a wicked bitchy side if she didn’t like you. But she liked me.

Sylvia and Al [FM] [Femdom] [Hypnosis]

**Part 1**

Silvia and I had been together for about six months. I met her through a friend of my sister. We both attended a party put on by our mutual friend and hit it off pretty well. It didn’t hurt that she was smoking hot. About 5’4”, curly, raven-black hair, large tits for her frame, perky in that impossible way that’s exclusive to 21-year-old girls. She stood atop a pair of shapely legs that supported the roundest, firmest, sexiest ass I had ever seen. Before her, I was exclusively a tit man, but after Silvia, I find myself believing in the philosophies of Sir Mix-a-Lot.

It didn’t take long before we were in a committed relationship. We were hot for each other, so we were soon having sex regularly. The sex was vanilla, but satisfying, though it was apparent we both had unfulfilled fantasies we hadn’t talked about yet. A couple months in, Silvia suggested using hypnosis add a little spice to our sex-life. At first, I thought she was just talking about some roleplay. It turns out she was for real. She told me a hypnosis unit in Psych class piqued her interest and she did some research online and discovered all sorts of uses for recreational hypnosis in the bedroom.

Cheating with the boss’ secretary [mf]

*Disclaimer: If you want to judge me in this story for cheating or anything else, please send me a detailed direct message explaining your issues. (That way you can waste your time and I can laugh while I ignore it.) In all seriousness, I was in a weird place at this time in my life, had a drinking problem, and as a result did a lot of bad, destructive, unkind and risky things. I’ve since cleaned up my life (for the most part) and have tried my best to be a better person and make amends. And as you’ll see in this story, I experienced at least a little bit of karma as a result of this incident anyway. Anyway, here goes.*

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This is a story about loneliness, desperation, bad decisions, and karma. But it’s a story of, objectively, one of the more erotic experiences of my life. So I thought I’d share it here.

At the time this story happened, I was in my mid-20’s and working at a small startup company in New York City. My job was in marketing and general operations, but it was small enough that everybody knew each other, even across departments. And, as happens often in startups, we developed a nice camaraderie with each other over time.

I (21F) got high with my boyfriend (22M) and almost got caught sucking his cock, then had a conversation with my dad while riding him. [MF]

Hey everyone, I’m back with another story! Sorry for my lack of updates, the finals/holiday season has been incredibly hectic and I haven’t had much time to sit down and write a story.

If you guys don’t know, I’m a regular poster here, and people seem to like my stories about the crazy sex I have with my boyfriend, so I figured I’d keep posting them! You can read through my profile if you’re interested in seeing my past stories as well, which include road head escapes, a phone sex threesome with his coworker/mutual friend, and even us purposely pissing off his dad by loudly fucking in his house because he wouldn’t quit hitting on me.

Anyways this particular instance happened just last week, I figured in honour of the holidays I’d post a Thanksgiving story. We were over at my dad’s house just popping over before going to our “real” thanksgiving celebration with my boyfriend Drake’s family. My dad was a huge shithead to me growing up, so I straight up don’t give a fuck sometimes when I’m dealing with him, and genuinely only visit on occasional holidays to be polite.

Strippers with my Wife’s Underwear [MF]

I’ve been looking for a sub with gone wild confessions, but can’t seem to find one (if anyone can direct me, I’d appreciate it).

Every year for the past 6 years, a group of my college friends and I have gone to Las Vegas for the Super Bowl. On the first trip, we went to Crazy Horse which was the first strip club I’d ever been to. Honestly, I wasn’t super interested in the idea but since all of my buddies were going I decided to join in. As soon as we entered, I was in awe at the number of beautiful women dancing in the club. Immediately, I knew I had made the right decision by not sticking around to gamble.

I didn’t have much money at the time so wasn’t looking to do anything crazy. I had a serious girlfriend who did not necessarily approve of strip clubs, and definitely didn’t approve of lap dances. One of my friends on the trip was in a similar spot, so we agreed to “buy each other” a lap dance to trick ourselves into feeling less guilt.

It happened again with my wife [MFF]

As a follow up to my previous post, there has been a dramatic update as of this past weekend. Some Redditors who previously commented may say I told you so, but this update has an exciting twist and I can’t wait to share it.

Since our hotel rendezvous with Dan from a couple months back, Ashley and my sex life has been the best it’s ever been. It’s been more frequent, with more passion, and more fun. That said, we haven’t talked extensively about that night since it happened. The only time Dan’s name has been brought up was when in preparation for an upcoming wedding we both planned to attend, I asked Ashley if she would feel uncomfortable sitting at the same table, knowing that the bride and groom would most likely seat us together, given our close friendship. Ashley said she wouldn’t feel comfortable at all so we just moved on.

Revenge Fuck with [M]y Ex’s Best [F]riend on Her Desk

Revenge Fuck with [M]y Ex’s Best [F]riend on Her Desk

This got longer than I expected but I wanted to do justice to one of the most satisfying fucks of my life.

College was for me, as I’m sure it is for so many people, the best time of my life. Now I do very high-pressure high-stress work and it has left me reflecting a little on just how good some of those college times were.

My Junior year of college had some particularly fun times especially, as it was the year I felt like I finally came into my own, and started feeling truly comfortable in who I was. It was a year of hard partying, my college was a particularly party-heavy school, so my weekends were spent assembling my stereotypical college collection of empty handles, and broadening my horizons experimenting with hallucinogens and other fun substances, just some hippy degenerate stuff really but I loved it.