[MF] Conclusion Of How I Ended Up Fucking My Older Married Occupational Therapist

(TLDR: The second part of a true story in which I (M39) ended up fucking my older married physical therapist (F55) after she began flirting with my via e-mail when I was no longer a client. Very Long.)

First off, I want to apologize for the delay in concluding my story. Unfortunately, in an effort to edit the original to make it more clear what was going on, I ended up deleting almost the entire story and then deleted the whole thing because two paragraphs just looked stupid and I didn’t have time to go back and re-write it. I appreciate the many upvotes and positive comments. And though I regret that people just reading this will really not be receiving the full effect, this is the best I can do. I want to add that I don’t see myself as some superhuman Apollo. As mentioned in the previous post, as far as size is concerned I’m about or below average – 5.5” on a good day. But, I tend to look younger than I am and keep myself pretty physically fit. Further, yes, I know I wrote “occupational therapist” in the headline but I was later informed that title was incorrect. I left OT up there in the title for the sake of consistency.

Fun First Foursome with our Friends! [MFMF], [Group]

This is a somewhat shortened version of a previous post- reposting for the November Story Contest. Years and months of setup are omitted, but here are the basics: after years of friendship and rising sexual tension, my wife and I learned a couple we were close with are (accomplished) swingers.

*My wife and I are your average suburbanites- kids, dog, house and all of that. We are both in our mid-thirties. I’m white, average build, about six feet tall. Mrs Ordinary is mixed Asian and Native American. She’s got light brown skin, long black hair and is on the thicker side of average- she has small, perky breasts and a big butt.*

*I’d also like to introduce our friends, the Bees. Mrs Bee, whom I’ll call Caitlin, is of mixed white and Middle Eastern descent. She’s very petite, with short curly hair, beautiful brown skin and killer dark brown eyes. Her husband, Ryan is white, about 5’9” with an average build.*

At a point in our lives when we were experimenting, we made some ground rules and cautiously agreed to a date night which would end in a soft swap and same room sex between us.

Kristina’s conundrum [cnc]

Kristina threw her vibrator across the room in agonizing frustration. She absolutely wanted to scream. She was stuck in a rut and had no way to find her way out. She had tried everything, premium porn subscriptions, magazines, erotic fiction, you name it. One night stands, fuck buddies, friends with benefits and even a threesome and none of it worked. She just couldn’t cum any longer. Her elusive orgasms server to raise her to a height of frustration only two ex’s and her mother ever had. She could not fathom what was wrong with her body. Kristina had even begin to suspect it was something psychological, as nothing would help her orgasm. Sure, she got horny enough, and felt the natural urges. She was turned on by seeing attractive men like anyone else, but that was about it. She’d get turned on, then nothing. She’d quickly grow tired of the sex if having it, hands and fingers would cramp if she took matters into her own hands. She’d wear down batteries quicker than a kid at Christmas and she had managed to desensitize herself in the process. Some days all her attempts to orgasm seemed only to result in making it more difficult. Kristina ran her fingertips through her hair and yanked until it hurt, screaming again for good measure. Her pussy left wet, throbbing and unsatisfied.

Request fulfilled: A story about nipple eroticism

“You have to get the Grand Tour!”

Monica beamed a broad grin and pulled me by the hand. She had just finished decorating the house she bought with her long term boyfriend. Rumor was that the house is in her name; so if they split she gets to keep it. A newly minted charge nurse, Monica seemed prepared for the responsibility.

“Look at Monica in those white tie-sides!”

A small cluster of scroungy guys laughed, smoking.

“Makes me want to commit a crime.”

Even though she bought a house with her cop boyfriend, her friends from back home were always in tow. Looking at them, I wondered if “back home” was a rough neighborhood, or if Monica had simply gotten in with a strange crowd.

“Get out of your head!”

She startled me.

“You’re such an introvert! C’mon the grand tour starts in the kitchen.”

She led me through a neat kitchen, where everything matched, and pulled me past laundry rooms and up a winding flight of stairs.

“You have to see the candles I got for the bathroom!”

Monica’s voice echoed melodiously through the house.

The time I let a stranger cum inside of me [FM]

Quick backstory: about a year ago, I was finally ready to get back out there after taking some time to myself, before that I was in a 5+ year relationship – I’d never been with someone who I wasn’t dating.

About me: 24 yo female with longish blonde hair, green eyes, a great smile, and nice DDD tits.

I was attending my friends’ wedding a couple states away so I ended up arriving on a Friday evening before the Saturday wedding, getting to spend time with my friends as well as the wedding party the night before their big day. I went to the rehearsal where I met some of the groomsmen, including Mike. He was cute with a nice smile and was clearly the funny guy of the group. Most of the rest of the party were already close and in little groups based on how they met the bride and groom, so Mike and I ended up next to each other at dinner. He made me laugh and we had lots of not so subtle sexual comments going back and forth that the other guests missed.

[MF-cpls] [cheat] [swing] A CLOSET VIEW – It all started when a husband cheated on his wife, but unbeknownst to the husband, the wife was watching it all from their bedroom closet.

**If you like images to go with your story you can click for the illustrated version of this A CLOSET VIEW in the comments below. Enjoy…**

I saw through the louvered closet door a sight that made my knees almost buckle. He’s taking her to our bed! I almost screamed out but managed to choke it to a whimper that was covered by the sagging of the bed. But, another part of me was getting wet and I had to see more.

Just then he reached in the nightstand, taking my semi-sweet strawberry oil out and pouring the warm liquid all over her almost too thin body. She’s moaning and groaning as he let his hands wander completely over her body, from her midsection, spreading the oil down her thighs to her toes. “Pop!” it’s a little toe cracking as he pulls on it.

Giggling, she’s stretching her long body, hands pushing the head-board, and pushes her feet to him. “Oh, my good god!” Rose screams.

“I wonder where they imagine I’ve gone?” I think as he’s working her feet almost to the point of pain.

Our Adventure Continues

Kendall and I had been together for most of three years. Our chemistry was off the charts from day one, I’m not just talking sexually but our personalities and our souls seemed tied to each other. We laughed at the same jokes, finished each other’s sentences, that type of things. We were best friends, and it was an added bonus that the sex between us was the most incredible, mind blowing, otherworldly experience either of had ever had.

I had more experience by far. Kendall was the mother of two little girls, and she had been in an abusive marriage for twelve years prior to us meeting, so she had been around less than I had but her enthusiasm was that of a woman that knew what she liked and knew what she wanted. At least that’s what she thought in the early days of our time together.

Vinitus – Chapter One [high-fantasy][magic][handjob][slow-start]

This is my first erotic story and my hope with it is to create a plot at least as engaging as the sex scenes. This first chapter is light on the hanky panky but it’ll pick up as the story progresses. Hope you enjoy reading!

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Vinitus was a fiefdom unlike any other in Izar. It was private, even hermetic. In the bloodied history of Izar, Vinitus stood out like a sapphire in the mud. Vinits did not make alliances, nor did they make enemies. They did not recruit soldiers, nor send them on campaigns. Protected from the outside world by an arcane order of magi, they had no need to partake in the tradition—or in their words, plague—of conquest that their neighbours considered a way of life. Another difference was the population. Both The Rekeap—Vinitus’ capital city—and its surrounding farms and villages were populated entirely by women.

It was rare for a Vinit to leave their fiefdom, though it did happen on occasion. Every few years a woman would leave the capital and attempt to travel between territories, spouting nonsense about peace and love. They were something of a novelty entertainment to many an army. A child that entertained them with adorable, impossible ideas. They’d usually last at least a day or two before amusement waned and baser desires waxed.

How I lost (M)y virginity and was taught by an older lady (Pt 2) (Non Fiction, Instruction, [MF])

This is my fourth story. All my stories have some preamble, I just like re-living the situations that led to the sexy events as well as the event. If you don’t care much for my descriptions and preamble, there’s a “>>>Sexy Story begins here” line. Names have been changed.

For those of you who have read my other stories, this is the second part of when I lost my virginity to a much older lady named Nadia, who was 29 when she took me out for my 18th birthday and gave me a lot of instruction. For those who missed it, Nadia is a six foot three, heavily pierced and tatted goth with black hair, hazel eyes and crazy curves. She wore a corset, mini skirt, thigh high platform boots, and a spiked collar for this evening, and was wearing heavy dark makeup and bright red lipstick.

After we were done with our tryst in the bathroom, Nadia asked me to go lookout for a good moment for her to exit the men’s washroom. A few customers walked past the doors, and then I motioned for her to follow me out. We made our way back to our table, and Nadia resumed drinking her drink as though nothing had happened. She had re-applied her red lipstick, and I kept finding myself staring at her lips, getting turned on again thinking about how that exact shade of red lipstick was still staining my cock.

A good Mormon Girl breaks the Law of Chastity. [MDom] [Fsub] [DubCon] [Religion] [Mormonism]

*Trigger warning for anyone who grew up in Mormonism or any other religion where such power dynamics were abused. Power imbalance in this story. The event described and all characters are fictional and over the age of consent*

Kenzie was the quintessential Mormon girl in her Senior year of high school. Her four younger siblings looked up to her, she read all of her scriptures, was top of the class in Seminary (that’s essentially “Mormon class” that just off the property of a typical Utah high school campus), and she was successful in school. Varsity volleyball and track, beloved by her AP teachers. Amicable. Attractive but not necessarily Prom Queen Bee. She was a quiet, introverted sort, but she had many good friends and acquaintances. Despite all her accomplishments, she really liked to read in her room to unwind whenever her busy schedule allowed.

And use her secret, not-for-brushing-teeth vibrating Sonicare toothbrush in her bedside drawer.

The truth was that Kenzie loved to read her smutty anime and Victorian-inspired fanfiction online. She had her own laptop and knew how to bypass the parental controls. Mormons are forbidden from masturbating. The boys have it hard enough – they usually get caught watching porn on their family computer. Not quite so conscientious. Kenzie had never intentionally watched porn. She found it was better to let her mind… be its own casting, set designer, choreographer and such.