What they don’t tell you about a threesome [Part 3] [FMF]

*Part 3 is the story told by the M in this threesome.*

It was a situationship. I’ve been there before. But I’m in my 30s now. Older, wiser, smarter! I know how to solve this. Go on, T. Make your 20-something self quiver at your 30-something self’s maturity. Go off, king!

But V is a hard person to force things with. She’s tall and slender with black hair that rolls down her back in loose waves. She insists that it’s very dark brown, but you have to squint sideways in just the right light to see what she’s talking about, and even then it’s a stretch. But it doesn’t matter. Her hair is brown, and she won’t back down.

She has pudgy little earlobes and a pretty face. Her eyebrows and hair bounce between immaculately refined and wild & untamed. She is amazing, raw, open, and pure, unlike anyone I’ve ever met.

By month three, I know I want to be with her. But she just ended a nearly decade long relationship two months before I met her. I was her first date since, and I’m not sure she’s ready to be with anyone yet.

[M]ile high club

In the military we typically travel back home often for holidays or other family events. Alot of us also have a significant other that we go back and visit, here’s a story of one of my return trips to my duty station.

I had just spent a fun week with my family during the holidays back home and my, at the time girl friend, was there visiting as well. We had PLENTY of fun while I was there and I was sad to see her and her pussy go as I walked to my terminal. But such is life.

I boarded my plane that sat on the tarmac while the other passengers boarded, I put my headphones in and started my music as I looked out the window. I reminisced about my trip and my eyes began to shut. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, I immediately was annoyed and looked up, and who was it? My gorgeous, slender, smoking hot girl friend. She had planned a secret return trip with me to my duty station. I was ecstatic.

I fucked a cute younger boy I met online! [FM]

I had been online friends with a cute American guy for a few years. He was a little younger than me, but still very attractive and very much my type, so after some time, we agreed to meet. It was supposed to be platonic as other than some mild flirting and compliments, we never discussed sex or anything. He always wanted to visit my country but didn’t want to go the traditional tourist route. I was going to show him around my town and some of its history. It is a smaller town so most of the neat stuff to do around here isn’t going to be found on a tourist website or anything.

The day comes, my best friend and I drive into the city to pick him up from the airport. Long story short (I can elaborate if anyone wants to hear it), he comes back to my house and we spend the majority of the two weeks he was here in bed. We had a natural chemistry that didn’t really come through until we were together. He’s tall, kinda muscular but not one of those freaks, and he is particularly well endowed below the belt. I wasn’t a virgin when I met him, but I had never seen one like that in person.

Showing off my GF [MF]

Kinda a boring confession. Me(m25) and my girlfriend (f24) have been exploring exhibitionist stuff lately and I discovered I love showing here off. She a 10 out of 10 and has boobs you don’t believe.
Every once in a while she will dress slutty for me on dates and I love how she always the hottest on the room. She even let’s me show my friends vids of her blowing me. I love showing my friends in relationships. I usually show both partners. So the guy see how much hotter my girl is and the girls see how much bigger my dick is then her bf. ( I was blessed and have an exhibitionist side myself)
She even let’s me show pic online to strangers as long as her face isn’t in it and that i dont get nudes from girls directly only their boyfriends. I feel super lucky trading pics with other dudes and getting them to tell me how much hotter my girl is then theirs. I have the best most sweetest gf ever and she also super kinky but know one that knows her would guess

My roommate sucked my cock in the kitchen while our friends were in the living room 15 feet away [mf]

So I wrote a few stories about Rachel my roommate. She had a long term boyfriend but we ended up fucking for around a year while we lived together despite that. You could catch up on the back story on my profile. Thanks for all the great feedback! Love hearing from everyone!

So it was just a normal day at the house. All 4 of us were home. Jim and Matt were our roommates and we were all in the common living area of the house just hanging out. Jim’s girlfriend Lauren, who was another frequent visitor, was there also. We all cooked food and ate together. We probably did that about once a week. Jim and I really like to cook so it was fun to all cook and eat together sometimes. We made a mess in the kitchen but it was my turn to clean up. Jim, Lauren, Matt and Rachel went into the living room to watch TV and smoke weed which we did pretty regularly.

The Change

It’s been a couple of weeks since I woke up… different. I think. Same room, same roommate, same family, but conflicting memories. Instead of being on the basketball team at my local community college, I was on the sidelines as a cheerleader. Instead of banging my hot roommate (and sometimes her friend), we stayed up late with the latest gossip. Instead of buying condoms every now and then, I had a ritual with birth control. Same major, same group of friends, even had the same reputation. Sexually, at least. 

I keep going back and forth, less and less sure if my other memories are just fantasy, or dreams. Or if they were real. But that doesn’t make sense. You don’t go to sleep as a guy one night, then wake up as a girl the next. Breasts suddenly inflating on your chest, muscle tone shifting across your body, hair suddenly growing long. And the genitals, certainly the cock I remember, the one I played with since it first became hard until I started sharing it with anyone who would take it. That wouldn’t switch into the slick slit between my legs?

My Jealous, Lazy, Sexy Aunt : Part 1

My Jealous, Lazy, Sexy Aunt : Part 1

– 3:45 PM (5/17/21)

My Aunt, Liz, lives just a few miles south of me and my ex-girlfriend’s apartment complex. According to mom, along with being an angel in human form Aunt Liz has some of the worst taste in partners she has ever seen. I half to admit, the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree where I’m concerned. My ex was cheating on me with my bio instructor when I got the text from my Aunt about her boyfriend. Apparently he was using her apartment for less than legal activities and needed a place to stay while the police muddle through her underwear. Like I said, great tastes. Anyway, I was the closest person she knew with a place to stay nearby that wasn’t an ex so I was the natural choice. She called while I was in class so when I got home I had a homeless Aunt waiting by the front door trying her hardest not to smack me and instead smile.

I convinced my GF to have sex in front of me with her significantly bigger ex [MF]

Fast forward to the *** for the juicy stuff.

My girlfriend and I are very open with ourselves and talk about everything. One day, we were talking about our sex lives, past and present, and through conversations about our conquests, discovered that I was not the biggest partner that she had been with.

My GF always comments about my size, constantly telling me I have a big, thick dick, and how happy and thankful she was that I wasn’t small. Personally I’ve never thought of myself as big, but she assured me I was gifted. I asked her, “am I the biggest guy you’ve been with?” to which responded “no, you’re actually the third biggest.” I was intrigued, so I pressed her on it. “How big were the other two guys?” She smiled, “well, my ex was longer than you but he wasn’t thicker. He could hit some spots you can’t as easily but he didn’t make me feel full. The other guy though, he was huge, like absolutely massive.”

The Save the Relationship Sex Game!

Liz and I were in a rut and it was bad. I was addicted to porn, spending most nights at my desk staring at images on the screen and jacking off instead of in bed with her. The fact that we were young, in our junior year of university, and sharing an apartment together seemed to do little to get me out of my addiction. She was frustrated, as she had a right to be. She was a knockout. Dark blonde hair that came down to a little below her shoulders, a cute, pretty face, with a straight, long nose that looked amazing on her. A long neck that looked like it went on forever. Delicious D cup breasts, juicy round hips, and a cute derriere. None of this seemed to get me out of my rut. Conversation had seemed to fall away. We had been together two years and found little to talk about anymore. One day, while we were seated together on the couch watching trash tv on MTV (remember that?) it came out.

My Catholic Ex-Girlfriend’s Journey to the Poophole Loophole – The Final Chapter [MF]

Thanks for sticking with me everyone. This has been fun to write for you all—and I’m glad that so many people liked it. Alas, this is the final saga of my Catholic ex-girlfriend’s journey to the poophole loophole.

A month or so went by and we were in the conference playoffs. Up to then, Melissa and I had become quite proficient at giving head to each other. I could make her cum multiple times with my tongue (call me, ladies), and she had learned a few tricks too.

We got together one night to hang out and watch some TV. I knew how to pirate TV shows and airplay it through my computer to the TV and this was right during the height of How I Met Your Mother. Melissa and I loved watching it together.

My roommate and best friend (Eric) was cool and always gave us the room together for a few hours. But when Melissa took off her jacket, I knew that tonight was going to be different. We usually watched it in our pajamas, had a little fun, then sent her home for the night. Melissa also usually just wore some regular loose fitting pajama pants and a t shirt. Nothing firm fitting—prime comfort level. But not that night.