Me and my girlfriend, pt. 2 (M/F)

Pt. 1 Summary (must read)
My girlfriend told me about a rape fantasy she had asks asked me to recreate it with her for her own peace of mind.

“I want us to take a shower,” she tells me looking at me from the mirror. I wonder what her intention is after experiencing such a violent and vulnerable scenario not more than 5 minutes ago. She, being already naked as I am, simply turns on the shower head and adjusts the hot water. She stands in the shower stall waiting for me.

I follow her in, watching her drench her body and hair, refreshing herself from all the bodily fluids. She stands aside and let’s me do the same. I turn around to look at her. I feel like I don’t recognize her. She doesn’t look like my girlfriend. She is a rape victim, a sexually exploited person, traumatized even. I walk up to her to hug her, and suddenly I break out in tears. I sob onto her shoulder, emotionally broken, feeling that this perception I seem to have of her was my fault. I consented to this act with her, it’s what she wanted, and whether she got what she wanted out of it, or if she gave into my exploitation of her at some point, I was unsure.

After 40 years, a story about [M]e finally getting to practice eating some [F]antastic pussy at an erotic massage parlor

Tw: sex work, depression, body image issues – are those triggers? I dunno

I mostly want to chronicle this for my own sake, but if other people find it interesting that’s cool too. Go to the ***** if you want to get to the interesting sexy part. This first part will just be me setting the table by talking about my past.
I recently turned forty, but I’ve had fewer sexual partners in my life than many teenagers. I spent many earlier years of my life lonely and depressed, suffering from body image issues related to being a lot smaller in stature than most males my age. My first sexual experience wasn’t until I was 25 and it was with a sex worker. I’m not ashamed of that, I’m glad I did it. I appreciate what sex workers do and thank them for making a guy like me feel good, even if it’s temporary and not necessarily “real”.

New Year’s Eve bet.

A few years ago. Back when my wife and I were dating, we made a bet as to who could get the most numbers. My wife (girlfriend at the time) is 5’0”, 110 pounds, blonde hair, nice boobs and an amazing ass. I’m 5’10”, good athletic build, bigger than most in the penis depart, and dirty blonde hair.

We decided to go out of town to a club we heard great things about to bring in the new year, and remain anonymous.

We arrived about five minutes apart and never got too close to each other but always had the other in sight. Obviously, from the beginning, she had a swarm of men coming to her, but the deal was the we had to pursue. Not be pursued. So she quickly got to it after having a few free drinks.

1/? How I Became a Cuckold

“She will meet you there tomorrow at 8 PM.” I looked at the line I had just typed for a few minutes, felt my cock throb and my chest ache, and then pushed send. How I got to this point is a story in itself, but let me share some of the highlights.

Looking back, I think I always had the roots of this fetish in me. When I was younger I didn’t know it. I was actually a pretty jealous boyfriend and was even kind of paranoid about cheating. I do remember discovering interracial porn and having many good wanks in college… oddly thinking about sending my girlfriend over to the two black football players across the hall and what they would do to her.

The girlfriend eventually did something that broke us up. She spent a few weeks as a camp counselor. There were two groups of kids with a day in between, so there were just the “grown ups” at the camp for a night. The other counselors, five guys college age to 40’s, had a bet going that they would see her in full frontal nudity before the camp was over for the summer. She found out about it and of course was offended (or at least wanted to be) but apparently was more intrigued and a little flattered than anything else.

A great experience with two exes [FMF]

This story doesn’t involve my wonderful wife. Eventually, I’ll write another one about a recent experience we had recently, but for now this story is about the girl who I lost my virginity to (and took her virginity), Sarah, and another ex-girlfriend whose virginity I also took, Molly.

Sarah and I dated in high school and especially at the end of our relationship senior year, we had a good sex life from my perspective. Looking back, I was incredibly selfish, but I was young and dumb. In fact, many of our conversations after we broke up while I was in college were of the, “guess what I like now?” and “I wish I could show you what I’ve learned” type conversations.

Molly and I dated for few months in college. Even though I was the first guy that she had sex with, she didn’t have an aversion to sex, just hadn’t found a guy that she thought was worth it. Luckily, she thought I was that guy and we had a fair bit of fun.

[FMF] Losing my virginity made me an insatiable slut

In high school, I was considered the shy girl. I never really had a boyfriend or girlfriend, wasn’t all that popular, and just kinda kept to myself. I was even a virgin until the summer before my senior year. A group of friends and I went to the beach for a week and I finally found that confidence within me to flirt with a guy from another school, and I ended up sleeping with him.

Once I had finally had sex, I felt like I couldn’t get enough of it. I was horny before, but now that I knew how amazing sex was and what it actually felt like, it was all that I had wanted. I ended up hooking up with that same guy throughout the rest of the week while we were on our trip. My friends were so proud of me since I was the last of the group to lose my virginity. Unfortunately, our trip did end and school started back the next week.

I [M] lost my virginity to my coworker’s wife [F] while he slept in the other room

Back in 2004 I had moved to a rural town in Utah with my family while I was waiting to get activated into the Air Force. The town was small and hella boring, so I got a temp job to pass the time spraying liners in truck beds. My new coworker was a total tool – short, fat, angry… the redneck type that drives a huge BFT (big fucking truck). Had a strange name but for this story I will call him BFT. BFT said the worst shit about women (especially his wife), was vulgar as can be, he listened to the worst music, and I’m sure he probably went on to suck Trump’s proverbial dick. I had no interest in becoming his friend, and politely declined every time he invited me to go mud bogging, shooting, or just getting drunk on the weekends. Kind of a shame, really, since he was the only other dude in town my age.

A couple of months in at the start of a shift, BFT says to me that his wife is bringing us lunch. Considering how insufferable BFT was to be around; I was indifferent to the idea and thought maybe I’d run home instead.

Hiring a helper [MF]

Pre covid, due to my Asian cravings that I had been unable to satisfy in London I decided to move to live with my partner in Hong Kong. After a few months there I was getting very used to the expat lifestyle, lots of boozy weekends and and generally getting away with whatever we wanted.

Whilst Hong Kong apartments are very small we had managed to score ourselves a hidden gem. It was a relatively spacious building in an old complex. We had kitted it out as a party pad, lots of space for socialising and having friends over. However, we soon realised that neither of us were tidy.

My girlfriend, who was local, decided we should get a helper to cook for us and tidy around the house. At first I was reluctant, finding the idea of some random snooping around the house as an invasion of my private space as I was enjoying the place and us having the freedom to do as we wished. Anyways she went ahead in trying to hire us a helper.

Super Bowl Sunday Sex Party: Free-Use!

A few weeks before the Super Bowl, my husband invited four of his friends over for a football/sex party. I was a complete freeuse slut for all of them. All of them being my husband, three of his guy friends, and one of their girlfriends. It was the most taboo thing I have ever done; and I fucking loved it.

Most of you know that already. So, moving on, we decided to do it again for the Super Bowl, but this time, have more girls that wanted to be used. It was tricky finding such sexually adventurous girls that all the guys were attracted to, but we did it. The result was a Super Bowl Sex Party consisting of 6 guys and 4 girls. I promised to all my Twitter and Reddit followers that I would write, but this would be entirely too long to include every act of sexual debauchery. So, you’ll have to start by reading what turned me on the most about the whole thing. Grab your toy, or lube, or whatever, just get ready to touch yourself until you cum multiple times, just like I did on that perfect Sunday! I’ll jump right in.

My wife: The unknowing whore. Part 1

Is this true or is it memorex?

Many years ago, during a slightly intoxicated foreplay session, my wife signed an agreement, which would authorize me, her husband, to use her body in any fashion that I chose my own sexual pleasure, to include “sharing her with others”. The foreplay session lead into some wild sex. After we were done and cleaned up, my wife came to her senses and asked me to dispose of the agreement. In front of her, I took a BLANK piece of paper and threw it in the fireplace. She was appeased.

My bride is in her 60s now. She is in very good physical shape and is often mistaken to be in her mid-40s. Men of all ages make sexual advances to her constantly, however she is very shy. I was the first man she was ever with. Even all these years later, it takes some coaxing to get her to participate in sexually adventurous activities.

Most men who love their wives remember the first kiss, the first vacation and many other firsts. One of my favorite “first memories“ of my wife is this: