The Dinner Party [MF mf over 30]

Gary and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. We grew up together, played together, and went to school together in the same small town from kindergarten through high school. Although we attended different colleges we stayed in close touch and ended up working in the same big city. When I married Lucy Gary was my best man, and for quite a while the thee of us spent time together — he and Lucy hit it off so well, it was just an easy and natural fit.

I met and married Lucy well before Gary was involved with anybody special. A few years ago he met Teresa, and soon it was clear that their relationship was serious. They got engaged about six months after they met and were married a year after that.

I believed that Gary loved Teresa, and I believed that she loved him, too. However, part of me had to selfishly admit that I missed the days when the three of us could just hang out. Teresa was always cordial toward Lucy and me, but she was just… what? Honestly, a little bit of a stick in the mud. Sweet and generous but missing that spark and spontaneity.

[Group] Turns out my sister and I aren’t bad hosts

I’ll try to keep this as short as possible, so that I can elaborate on the story more when somebody messages me, but I do want to get across the basics of something that happened this past week, something I thought for sure someone would want to hear about.

I have an older sister, and though both of us have long moved out of home, we still occasionally find ourselves living with our parents, usually for short periods of time between finding other places to live, but very rarely at the same time.

Recently, however, we both found ourselves living there together for what would ultimately be a month, and she’s staying longer than I am, as she always has, and probably always will.

While we’ve been staying at my parents’ house, they’ve been away on vacation, so we’ve had the whole thing pretty much to ourselves. Which has been really, really nice.

It also meant that when a male friend of mine needed somewhere for his younger brother to stay (due to a complicated series of things I won’t waste your time explaining), we were able to happily offer him a room for a couple of weeks.

[FFM] Just me and my two best friends

I’ve been a long time lurker of this Subreddit and I felt compelled to tell y’all about the hottest experience I’ve had. This takes place in 2016 when I was 21 years old and living at home along with my best friend. We’ll call her Stacey. We had a mutual best friend, we’ll call him Cody.

Stacey and I had a lot of sexual tension between us. I am bisexual and had experimented with another girl in high school that turned sour and left a bad taste in my mouth, so I was extremely nervous to get involved with another girl. I was very attracted to Stacey and she was openly attracted to me as well, but we remained only best friends. Stacey was also bisexual but more into women. Stacey and Cody had been hooking up casually for a few weeks.

One night, I was high off my ass from weed at the bar with Stacey and Cody. I suddenly realized how hot Cody is. Like a light switch was flipped, I was suddenly very attracted to him. At one point during that night, his shirt lifted above his stomach and I saw his tattoos that ran along the sides of his stomach, and I could partially see the outline of his junk. Later on, he had to scooch by me and brushed against my ass. I was mega turned on and I think he noticed.

Therapist Tries Role Play to Help Patient [M26/F30]

After two years of therapy I still hated my father, lost patience with my mother, was embittered towards my older brother, and didn’t know what career I wanted to pursue. So I was skeptical about its efficacy, but since I was covered by insurance (through the job I wanted to leave but didn’t know where I’d go) I decided to stick it out. Maybe I’d have a break through.

Or maybe I was attracted to my therapist. She was only a few years older than me with straight dark brown hair, brown eyes, and lightly bronzed skin on a thin, but feminine build. She was cold but attentive. Sometimes she was brutally honest with me about my kvetching but it never read as mean. She was the ultimate professional. She’d wear black turtlenecks that hugged her frame perfectly over plaid skirts and black pantyhose. Her face was always adorned with wire frame glasses, dark lipstick, and an even, steady gaze.

Maybe I just came back to see her, hoping to win her approval, or inspire her to show a modicum of emotion towards me. But she never did: always the professional.

The Lei before the Min [WMAF][Interracial][Drugs][Manipulation][Domination][Teacher][MILF]

All characters described in this story are 18 years old or older and this is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real life people are purely coincidental and unrelated.

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Forty out of a hundred, another bummer, at least that’s how Marty’s dad would see it. First biology, then English, now math too. One consecutive blunder after another. At this point Marty was considering completely dropping out and taking up that offer his friend Dylan mentioned about opening a souvenir shop in a beach plot he inherited from his uncle on Chocktaw lake. They lived nearby in London, Ohio, would’ve made things easier staying at home for a few years and piling up some cash to move out. That’s all I’m good for, he thought, selling souvenirs and t-shirts. Gone were the days of idle daydreaming about being an astronaut, an archeologist, a fireman, hell even spider man. As reality slowly set in and his skills surfaced, or lack thereof, one by one his dreams were shattering. He wasn’t even thinking about collage or God forbid, uni. With his grades he was lucky enough if he didn’t flunk his senior year.

Not quite a virgin, but no experience

A Siren is Born

Marcus.

Lydia had been hanging out with Marcus for a while. She met him online, they clicked, turns out he was who he said he was, so they spent time together. She was at Marcus’ place watching a movie and out of the blue Marcus turns to her,

“Wanna fuck?”

Lydia was momentarily speechless. She was a late bloomer…having only had one sexual partner before…and not really understanding the hype around it. Her high school boyfriend was many things, but she just never really understood why he wanted to have sex so much, it wasn’t that great. Marcus was far more experienced, they had discussed it at length. Lydia was not. She was new, and mostly unsullied and woefully unaware of her own desires or needs.

Lydia looked over at Marcus, and shrugged, “sure”.

Then she froze. Having no idea how to proceed. She had only mentioned one person when they talked about sex…but apparently being 21 and having such glorious tits, and no qualms about talking about anything, meant she appeared more worldly than she actually was.

I (M28) slept with my Wife’s (28) younger sister (f23) at their brother’s wedding

I could give more backstory, but suffice it to say I used to be a couples dance instructor in 2010, and had taught both sisters to dance.

Almost a year ago, my wife Selah and I went to a fundraiser, and had Noa, her little sister babysit our 2 boys. My wife is really pretty. Taller then average, but not much. Auburn hair and brown eyes. She’s around 120 pounds, and has small but pert breasts. I just wanted to get that out there.

I was leaving the fundraiser early, to catch a bit of a concert a High School friends band was doing. I drove home, which Noa was expecting. I was just there to change, but we always had had really good chemistry, so we wound up talking for awhile. Back when I had been a dance instructor, Noa had a big crush on me. Every since then, we’ve always enjoyed being just a little flirty.

Auction Night Part 1 [F28, F30, F36, M28, M32, M35, M44]

My wife Lucy and I both grew up in the Midwest. We met at a small liberal arts college in Ohio (it would probably take you less than three guesses to figure out which one).

I was a computer science major and Lucy studied history, but she soon learned that her passion was teaching. After we graduated she got a job as a middle school history teacher at a private school. She was a natural — the combination of her youth, sense of humor, excitement for the subject, and most importantly her sincere desire to connect with EVERY student quickly made her the most popular teacher at school. Lucy was everybody’s favorite, from the straight-A do-gooders to the fuck-up stoners and the goth girls with Doc Martens. They all loved her.

Which made it so difficult when the small company I worked for got bought by a big software giant and we had to relocate to Silicon Valley. The kids were devastated, and Lucy was really sad, too. It was a rough few weeks as she said goodbye to her students and parents and we began to prepare for our new life in California.

Fucking at school in abandon hallway

Nate.
Lydia was dressing for her date. Carefully. She was heading out to meet Nate soon. They technically met online…much like all of the world now, but they did have a couple of classes together. She wasn’t sure if he had realized that when he asked to meet up. Lydia had very recently broken up with her high school boyfriend of five ish years. Sad but unavoidable. He wanted a future. Now. Lydia wanted to enjoy life. Plus she wasn’t sure she was into men. Sex with Jake had been….ok? Mostly? Kind of? The most thrilling parts had been when they were fooling around in his basement…with his parents upstairs…and his brother on the top floor. It’s not that it felt bad…it just didn’t feel as good as she was lead to believe. There had to be more to it. So Lydia was trying to get into casual dating. The first few had been a complete bust. Not only were the guys kind of gross (personal hygiene is important folks!) but they were pretty dumb. No where near good looking enough to be that dumb. Nate seemed different. He was a psych major, took a lot of really random courses too. Worked full time at Future shop in the appliance department, had breakfast with his mom on weekends etc. Nice, normal, and pretty cute. They messaged each other on an online meet up site and chatted. It seems like he wasn’t looking for anything serious, so it was the perfect venture.

Sarah was dangerous [M46/F20] [Teacher/Student]

Sarah was dangerous, my wife told me. Reminded her of herself, she remarked. My wife had many fantasies about fucking and getting fucked by her college professors. This after a youth of fantasizing about fucking her high school teachers. It helped us get together. I was just a TA when we met but it was close enough and kept things interesting when I became a tenured professor, though we both knew the core of the interest could never be fully realized if she was not my student. This is why we never really role-played it. We flirted with power dynamics. I would occasionally play the dom and her the sub, but we always knew it was play. We were equals now. Her the published novelist, me the tenured academic at the prestigious college.

Sarah wasn’t anything yet, by her own admission. She had high hopes but now she was just a student. A talented one, I knew. The best writer in her class, I thought, though other professors disagreed.

“That’s a giveaway, too,” my wife remarked while making dinner.

“How so?” I asked.

“She does all her best writing for you.”