A creative way I’m helping straight guys in Central PA explore their interests in having sex with men. 35[M]

Note: Although quickly advancing, our western society can still be too harsh toward straight men who experience sexual fluidity. Often these men are shamed as being closeted or self-hating. These characterization are unfair and I hope we find enough compassion to promote sex-positivity and learn about sexuality! Please read the TIME Magazine article, [Why ‘Mostly Straight’ Men Are a Distinct Sexual Identity](https://time.com/5026092/mostly-straight-sexual-identity-bisexual-gay/), to gain a wider understanding of human sexuality’s complexities.

So Here’s What I’ve Decided to Do!

I made a gloryhole space in my home and invite a small select group of straight men to receive a masterful blowjob. [Link: SEE MY GLORYHOLE](https://imgur.com/a/0KSeRiL)

A pleasures I’ve received in offering my glory hole is knowing that I’ve helped a few straight men experience sexual fulfillment without shaming them. I want them to simply enjoy their lives and not let our society degrade their sense of self-worth.

[MF] [wife] SLUT – Debbie threw her head back and still rubbing her pussy, began to moan. I could see her cunt quiver as she lifted her bottom from the sofa to urge the orgasm in hot blasts from within, shivers of my pretty girl’s lust laid forth as a feast for my gluttonous eyes.

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“Would a threesome excite you?” Debbie asked me as she entered the family room. My wife spoke calmly, almost disinterestedly, as though my thoughts on having group sex were of some academic concern to her. As such, the provocative nature of the question took a moment to sink in, but when it finally occurred to me, what Debbie had said, I looked up at my wife in utter surprise.

“What?” I began to say, but my thoughts were lost before I finished one. Debbie and I had never discussed anything like this. I don’t know why. It just never came up.

“I mean, like if we…” Debbie tried to explain.

“It could,” I interrupted. I would have surrendered an enthusiastic, “Hell, yes!” but women had taught me to suspect a trap when one of them started leading me down some naughty hallway. Who could tell what awkward confession I might be tricked into making? Perhaps overcautious, I would commit to nothing; If there was a chance we were taking the first step toward some outrageous fantasies, my best bet as a husband was to let my good lady wife lead us her merry way.

[MF] Wasted and fucking all over town. Halloween edition.

Meant to post this on Halloween but I got too trashed to remember. This happened two years ago. Hope some of you are still in the mood for a long ish halloween story.

“I don’t really like Halloween.” She said. “The city just fills up with loud British idiots in superman costumes.”
We had met a couple months prior and had soon gotten stuck in spending every weekend together, fucking, partying, hiking. She was someone, like me, who was ever driven onwards by a need for novelty and adventure. So we were always spurring each other on. Still are in fact.

She was also pretty cynical. Which I generally loved. But when it comes to Halloween she definitely needed to given a proper introduction.

“Yeah but just think of how amazing it is that the whole country will be celebrating a pagan holiday.”

She snorted. “So? It’s all just another excuse to sell people a load of plastic crap that will end up in our oceans.”

[M+/F+] [wife] [anon-sex] [swing] [group] THE DARKROOM – My ex-wife and I began swinging 5 years before we were married back in 1973.

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One time, while living in Colorado, we were invited to the home of a local attorney who was a popular swinging single guy, with loads of money.

In his palatial home, he would throw some pretty wild “sex parties”. He fancied himself to be some kind of “Hugh Hefner”.

When we arrived at his place, he informed us that he had built a new room at the back of the house, which he called, the darkroom. It was not a room used to develop film; it was a room specially designed for “anonymous sex,” and this was in the days before AIDS became a household word.

The room was basically “wall-to-wall BED”. He had designed it and had it constructed to his exacting specifications. It was PITCH BLACK.

Absolutely NO LIGHT could enter the room, hence the name, “darkroom”.

Gals would go into a separate “undressing” area from the men, who would have their OWN “undressing” room. After getting naked, one would walk through a few doors, until you were in the darkroom (which you could tell for sure, because your bare feet would suddenly be on a BED, and you could NOT see anything).

[MF] [Slavery] [Noncon] The Auction – Part One

***Note:*** *I would really appreciate some feedback. I’ve never written erotica before and constructive criticism is welcome. If there’s any interest, I’ll begin writing part two, and if not, thank you for taking the time to read it!*

Neasa kneeled on the platform, only half-conscious of the slivers digging into her bare legs. She couldn’t see the crowd through the blur of tears, but she could hear them: bidding, bawling their desire, crying for someone to make it a proper show and finger her.

The auctioneer’s resonating voice rose above all the rest, painting a portrait for those standing too far away to admire her.

“*See here, boys, look at how your low offers hurt her! You have the poor thing crying. Stare into her blue eyes and tell me she isn’t worth more than that! And look at this hair, have you ever seen hair so light? She’s an angel among men-*”

Neasa whimpered with fright as the auctioneer’s assistant pulled her to her feet. The chains around her wrists were atypical among the group of slaves waiting to be sold; she had been outfitted with fine silver cuffs to denote her value. No one feared that such a svelte young woman would break free of fetters that appeared more like jewelry than bondage.

The time I [M34] awakened my co-worker [F39] sexuality [MF]

This happened about 5 or 6 years ago (the ages were accurate for those times). We were working for a small startup, underfunded and overworked. Stephanie was hired on part-time to basically run errands and support anything we needed – front office stuff – follow ups on contracts, sales support, there were only about 7 of us working in an office so it was a tight knit group. Stephanie was 4’11, maybe 95 lbs soaking wet (get into that later), and had nice 32B breasts…a little spinner, even after 2 kids. Blonde, sunkist, and a

One night at a happy hour we all went out, had a few drinks, and she was a little flirty. Didn’t think much of it, but she told me that night that her marriage fell apart because she was tired of her husband, and decided that cheating was the easy way out, so she found a little summertime fling, and purposely got caught. Woof, a lot to take in, but clearly she was telling me for a reason.

Head from a friend [MF]

Getting head from girl with a boyfriend

Happened a couple years ago, but Halloween weekend had me reminiscing…

There a girl named Steph in my extended friend group. Had a bf named Jason, who was basically a tool and a douche. Steph is about 5’4, brunette, tan skin, cute face, curvaceous little body. Definitely sexy but not like a knockout.

Anyway, another friend of ours had a Halloweeen party, and my costume involved sweat pants. They were black and baggy so I didn’t think I’d be showing in them but I guess if you looked you could see it hanging down my leg pretty clearly. Legit had no idea at the party.

I didn’t realize this until a few weeks later when a bunch of us were out at a bar. We got to talking about the Halloween party and future costumes we want to do. Steph and a couple other girls started giggling and teasing me—“but no sweatpants!” “Omg!” “You were totally visible”, a few other things like that.

[MMF] [wife] [anal] [cheating] HOME FROM IRAQ – A wife is tricked into a threesome on the bathroom floor.

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I was so horny I could hardly stand it. Michael had been home for almost 30 days now and we’d only made love 3 times in all that time. Even the three-time we did it I had to be careful to be as quiet as possible so his Marine buddy who was staying with us wouldn’t hear.

You might wonder why I was trying so hard not to be heard having sex with Michael. The reason’s simple, I was a hooker when I first met Michael. I wasn’t a confirmed prostitute or anything, I was just trying to put myself through college, and having sex with military guys was an easy way to do it.

When I’d met Michael though, all thoughts of money and college went right out of my head. We started living together and got married 4 months later. But ever since we were married I’ve tried to act respectable and if the truth is known, I have been trying to live down my hooker past with all Michael’s Marine buddies. You see they all knew what I’d been doing and how we’d met.

Chronicles of a Corporate Whore- Part 1 (Emancipation of one Pure Queen.) [MF]

(I’m F44, India. A wife, a mother and a corporate whore. This post was born out of a conversation with a fellow Redditor who insisted on talking about how I became who I’m now. At first I thought of writing it as it was. But everyone in this sub is doing it already. So, I decided to tweak the narrative a little and make it something else. Be warned it’s long. So, if you just want to know what happened, I’ve included a plain version in the comments.)

Long long ago, in a distant land where flowers bloomed, birds chirped and sun shined, there lived a king and a queen. Their kingdom was small, gold was less and loans aplenty, but despite those few thunderclouds that loomed above their heads, the king and the queen were happy. They were content and so in love. Soon, they had a cute baby, a beautiful princess,

They believed in the power of education and so both the king and the queen learnt and mastered their discipline, determined to use it for the good of humanity. While the king dabbled in matters of elements of the world and set his life aside to discover the secrets of the universe in pursuit of academic excellence, the queen learnt of the ways of governance and joined a group of elite magii to do good to the world.

I’m a striper [M] And I fucked a pretty blonde who went with her boyfriend to the club [FM]

I work weekends as a stripper, I am a man and I am 35 years old, honestly I do it just for fun and because I have the physique for this, it is not to brag but I stay very fit in the gym and my cock is not a joke. I do it in a club on Saturdays and for my part when I can and the pay is especially good or the ones they hire are especially hot, my work in the office leaves me enough money but it is boring.

I will tell you one of the stories I have.

It was a particularly busy weekend at the club, I had come out to give my first appearance, the typical thing. Then it was time to go out and walk around the tables a few times, some girld touched my body a bit, others just watched.

So I identified the girl I liked from the audience, a cute little blonde, nice tits and slim, she came with a small group of about 3 girls and 2 guys, one seemed to be gay and the other seemed to be her boyfriend, and here I want Note that if your morality prevents you from reading a non-consensual cheating story, better stop reading, I’m sorry, but it makes me very horny to fuck other guys’ women, with or without their permission.