A New Life: Chapter One [MF] [Straight Sex] [Cheating] [Caught in the Act]

I came home early to pick up a few things for an afternoon meeting at one of the houses I was showing when I noticed Benjamin’s car in the driveway.

Benjamin, my husband, was a high-profile prosecution lawyer in our city, hell, most of the state. He had never lost a case and seeing his car at home so early in the afternoon was not something I expected.

‘Maybe he’s working from home today,’ I thought to myself as I walked inside.

It didn’t take long for me to figure out what was happening. There was a smell in the air that wasn’t my perfume and sounds coming from the upstairs bedroom.

‘Thirty-Seven years,’ I thought to myself as I gained the strength to go up the stairs. I had never cheated on Benjamin, not once, not even flirted with another man.

We had been together since the last year of high school. I had been with him through everything.

Thirty-seven was the years we had been married, but we had known each other for two years before that, and now it was all getting thrown away.

A New Life: Chapter One [MF] [Straight Sex] [Cheating] [Caught in the Act]

I came home early to pick up a few things for an afternoon meeting at one of the houses I was showing when I noticed Benjamin’s car in the driveway.

Benjamin, my husband, was a high-profile prosecution lawyer in our city, hell, most of the state. He had never lost a case and seeing his car at home so early in the afternoon was not something I expected.

‘Maybe he’s working from home today,’ I thought to myself as I walked inside.

It didn’t take long for me to figure out what was happening. There was a smell in the air that wasn’t my perfume and sounds coming from the upstairs bedroom.

‘Thirty-Seven years,’ I thought to myself as I gained the strength to go up the stairs. I had never cheated on Benjamin, not once, not even flirted with another man.

We had been together since the last year of high school. I had been with him through everything.

Thirty-seven was the years we had been married, but we had known each other for two years before that, and now it was all getting thrown away.

Me and my friend fuck his girlfriend since we like sharing! [MMF]

So this will be the story of how me and my bestfriend William shared his girlfriend that he had reconciled with a few months earlier after being out clubbing. 

At this point William and his hot asian girlfriend Victoria, are crazy about each other. After initially being a couple for two years, since the first year of high school, they’d been broken up for five months and now found their way back together again.

While Victoria spent those months trying to get over William, she never could and every guy she wanted to get as a rebound, she quickly found out she couldn’t go through with it. Meanwhile me and my bro was sharing my gf in mad threesomes and sometimes one-on-one action. Bella loved switching between her favourite “white daddy cock” and her favourite “big black cock”. She’d get so much dick she was practically glowing walking around school. We even fucked her once in one of the lonelier school bathrooms on the second floor one afternoon.

Missed You At The Dance (Part One?)

*All characters are 18+*

*Also this is my first posting ever! Get excited for more!*

He was nervous, and she could tell… Evan could barely keep his eyes on the road as he drove to his high school for his very last school dance. They kept darting over to his date in the passenger seat. Leena was stunning, and Evan knew it wasn’t really for the dance. She had made it perfectly clear what was happening tonight. She had found out her new boyfriend was a virgin and just couldn’t let that stand. 

She had been pretty enticed when she found out. Leena had spent high school doing plenty of sleeping around. Evan on the other hand, despite being plenty good-looking and charming, had barely gone further than making out with any of his exes. Honestly, she could see why. He was just so nervous. Never had it in him to make the first move. That’s why she had been so direct with him after she found out…

My Older Lover and His Mistress(MFF, extreme age gap)

This is a sequel to two previous stories: The Barista and The Business Man and Seeing My Older Lover again. The first story was supposed to be a one shot but I ended up getting two more strories out if it. I’ll put links to the other two stories in the comments.

In the second semester of my freshman year at college James, the sixty year old man whom I fucked two times before when he was in my city for business, mentioned how his wife would be away one weekend to visit her sister. 

“You probably couldn’t get away for a weekend if I paid for your plane ticket,” James said hopefully.

“I’ll have to check my schedule. Maybe I can meet Irene,”

“Really you would come out here to see me?”

“James, I would love to as long as I don’t have any commitments. I would love to taste your cock again,” I said, a hand started to snake in between my legs. The two of us eventually turned the conversation into phone sex.

The final boss fuckboy [FM]

The first part of sex I fell in love with was the thrill. I always wanted people that were out of bounds. I sought out scenarios to match the wildness inside me that I couldn’t control.

One of these scenarios was my best friend’s brother. She was basically my first friend, our moms were in Lamaze together. We had that kind of friendship where you grow up in each other’s houses. We played a lot with two of her brothers, but her oldest brother was already in high school and *cool*.

He usually had a different girl with him, but they were always pretty and girly. They hung off of him arm, needing him. I watched them and felt so different that maybe something was wrong with me. It made me feel insecure, but in some sick way, I liked it. He was a fuckboy before we even had that word for it.

As we got older, he was around their house less and less. I don’t remember that much about him other than the feeling I got when I heard his motorcycle pull into their house. A mixture of excitement and embarrassment. Of both wanting to be seen, but also to disappear. That last part wasn’t hard, I was basically invisible to him.

[MF] the beginning of making my ex’s mom my FWB

I had been dating a girl, we’ll call her Julie, while in high school. We were close and definitely had that young love looks in our eyes. We were both our firsts and we both had great sex as we got more experienced. However right after high school, we decided to break it off as she was attending a school in California and I headed to Boston College, and neither of us wanted long distance. We still would meet up as FWBs when we were home but nothing ever progressed after that. She met her now husband her senior year and they got married two years ago.

After college, I moved to DC and started working at a small foreign affairs think tank. Nothing flashy, but the pay was good and I was working in my field. I played the DC hookup game, and it was here I found my love for cougars. I soon started setting my tinder app to 40 or higher, and I found as the song goes “I like my women a little bit older.” It was thanks to these experiences I believe I ended up sleeping with Julie’s mom, Susan.

[MF] My dream came true

I[M] have this friend [M], pretty close one. We were hanging out a lot in high school, and even now in our 30s from time to time. During our final university years (around 2014) he got into a serious relationship with this girl (3 years younger) who I always thought was a bit too much for him. She was a bit taller than him, had a nice body and strong character, bit bossy as well. The only way he got her is with the help of a mutual friend of his [F], who showered her with talks about how funny he is. Yeah, the guy is full of jokes.

As the time went we were hanging out quite a lot and her stronger character surfaced all the time. She was bossing him around like a little dog and he was always warning me and the rest of our male group what to say and what not to say in front of her. He was shit scared she would dump him. All of that behavior lowered my respect for my friend pretty much to non-existent. Even then I had some nasty thoughts about her, I always thought that bitch needed some good fucking from a real man to get her down on the ground. You could say it was my dream to fuck her. Regardless I always maintained a friendly behavior in front of her and she couldn’t possibly know what was going on in my mind.

Experienced Aussie from the [M]usic [F]estival

Long time lurker, first time poster because I figure in an effort to remember these exciting encounters that are now years behind me I should at least write *one* of them here before it’s a lost memory.

When I was in my early twenties I had a bit of a wild ride (pun intended) with dating and hook-up culture. I spent my adolescence being the social nerd, a goody-two-shoes, girl-next-door type that no one was interested in, despite my yearning… and then suddenly, without warning, in my twenties guys were interested in me. I didn’t feel like I had changed at all, so I was a bit blindsided by the attention. Physically I suppose I was bustier than most but I was had never really lacked in that department, as was proven by the boys in high school who would stare at my chest rather than look at my face. Maybe more time on this planet gave me confidence? Maybe I finally got over my ex? Who knows.

She [F] gave me a peek, I [M] gave her more

Driving to see a customer today, I passed through a small town where long ago I met a woman, Kris, for a first meeting that turned out way different than either of us expected. Oh, the memories!

We met a a small lunch place in the outskirts of of a one-horse town, truly, there wasn’t even a stop light on the highway. We lived over an hour apart, this small town was the only convenient place anywhere in between, 20 minutes for her, 45 for me.

She was a big city girl who had grown tired of the fast paced Madison Avenue, party-all-night lifestyle, and having socked away a sizable nest egg, had bought a farm and taken a job as an administrative assistant in the local high school to keep her busy as she came up to speed on her new property.

It turned out her past life was harder to shuck than she realized, after a few months, she was going stir crazy, and agreed to meet up with me for a sandwich just to get out of her self-imposed solitude.