Tag: Lesbian

[MFF] My wife and I’s first attempt at a threesome

As I mentioned in our first story, my wife has recently recognized that she is bi-curious. We consistently watch a lot of lesbian and threesome porn together as well as scroll through Reddit’s numerous NSFW threads. We’ve also spent time talking about friends she might be into, but for most the idea of bringing it up seemed like it would risk the friendship. One mutual friend, Alice, was someone she felt potentially had mutual interest. Alice was a bridesmaid so my wife (Eve) and her had shared more information over the years than most friends. Conversations over favorite sex toys and positions, sharing boudoir photos and hyping each other up constantly on social media are normal occurrences in this friendship.

Alice does not live in the same state as us, but she was coming out to visit so Eve and I began fantasizing about the possibilities while also weighing the risks. My wife is much more reserved when talking about our sex life with friends and I’m a bit more of an open book with the right people (mostly when drinking), but the plan was for me to keep my mouth closed and for my wife to bring it up at some point if she was comfortable. Tall task and one I wasn’t very confident in, but I knew we’d have a great time with Alice regardless since we had a busy 3 day weekend planned. Read more »

[MF] Sex with a Lesbian

A month ago I [M33] made the move back to London for a good job that came with good opportunities. Given how things are beginning to spiral in Ireland I was all but too happy to leave. Fast forward a few weeks one of the girls at work Tasha wanted me to go out for a few drinks with her, stating that her usual friends weren’t around and I had to fill in. lol. She’s a good chick and funny AF and we get on like a house on fire. Plus, she was dead horny and needed dick. I’m off the firm belief that you don’t “Screw the crew” in a job – to hell with that.

Tasha and I hit up one or two bars and the hour was late to begin with. I was on the face about heading down the road to a late bar, I’d passed by the place and just didn’t like the look of it, that and I’d heard about the owner, that they’ve more than a few screws loose.

All in all, I was happy to be out with Tasha but I had absolutely no expectations at all. Read more »

Threesome with lesbian friend and wife. 36M, 25F, 33F. [MFF]

It was a girl I knew. We always got along so well, despite our age difference. She was a really pretty, tiny thing with an amazing figure. She was a lesbian so it was all very platonic between us but we could talk about anything and became very comfortable with one another. I always told her that she reminded me of my wife and that they would get along great, little did I know, lol.

She started coming over to hang out with us on weekend nights and at first it was very innocent. They did get along very well together, the 3 of us would go out together on basically dates. I would pay for dinner and drinks, we’d come back to our place and talk and hang out for hours. Read more »

I Became A Girl! But At What Cost?! [Part 2] [M-F 20’s] [Rape] [Gender Bender]

[Features: Gender bender, male to female, rape, blowjob, sex, unwanted pleasure.]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/WarixViviana/comments/x49tn1/i_became_a_girl_but_at_what_cost_part_1/)

Ughhh. I felt like I had been run over by a train. Parts of me I didn’t know I *had* felt sore. Wait, parts of me I definitely *didn’t* have were sore. I tried to sit up rapidly and take everything in and that was a mistake as I just crashed back down onto my bed, groaning. I had to think things through and take it slowly.

Last night’s events reappeared in my mind and my breath caught. Transgender, demon, woman. I didn’t know which part of that, of any that, I should address first. A small part of me, the part that desperately wanted to focus on anything else, thought about how ludicrous it was in movies. People would experience something crazy and then think it was a dream. Trying to reimagine my terror and adrenaline as a dream would be impossible.

I was feeling less groggy and what I was feeling instead caused my jaw to drop. I slowly sat up, my *long* hair falling over my shoulders. I looked down and saw *boobs.* I gulped. I just stared, until with a hand, a hand that looked smaller than what I remembered, I poked one of them, and felt a jolt through my body. I *felt* that. Read more »

The Girl at the Bar [Lesbian] [F/F] [First time]

It’s a Monday in a beach town. Weather has been good, nothing too hot but just enough to make the ocean water feel crisp. The vacation crowds are gone and only the islanders are left.

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It’s 6 AM. My husband’s alarm clock goes off, softly waking me. He’s a great guy, using the soft alarm feature on the iPhone so as not to jar me out of bed. I lazily stretch and roll over to cuddle. He’s leaving for a work trip this week.

I need to capture all the little time I have with him before he jets away for a surfboard manufacturing convention in San Diego. See, since living here he’s gotten into surfing. He opened his own surf shop and makes custom boards.

He’s the typical surf bum looking guy. He’s tall, skinny, a little shaggy. He has golden locks of hair about shoulder length that I love to run my hands through when we fuck. And wow, do we fuck. You know what they say about skinny guys? All that mass some guys have on their frame is in their pants, hanging between their legs. I’m always a little sore and always wanting more. Read more »

Italian Vacation [Voyeur] [MF] Part One

Hi! My name is Grace – I am a 19 year old, only child who lives in Ohio. My parents who I love are both doctors and run a practice here at home. Growing up being an only child, I would vacation with my parents every year to Europe and stay at incredible resorts.

A little bit about me: I am a very horny girl, a bit of a voyeur, and although I am straight, I do love a womens body and often watch lesbian porn when playing with my vibrator. I am sexually active, but the freshmen boys in college simply don’t know how to fuck. I crave a man – a large cock that will take control, not these boys who force me to take the lead.

While I have been lucky enough to have many incredible trips over the years, the one this last summer I still think about often given it was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. Below, is that story.

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Jet lagged and a little tipsy after drinking through the red eye flight from Ohio, the charming front desk assistant guided us through a tour of the hotel. I followed my parents half asleep and drunk counting the seconds until we get to our room and I find a bed. Read more »

The Adventures of Mad Bonney, Part I: The Stowaway [Bi, F21, F28, Rape discussed by characters, not depicted] [Historical Fiction/Pirates] [consensual]

AN: I did the first part as an answer to a prompt. Now I am writing a series of short stories following the evolution of these character’s sexual adventures. My partner, when I told him about the story, asked “Is it going to involve actual piracy at any point?” The answer is yes, but it’s more of a backdrop than a focus. If lesbian scenes aren’t to your tastes, just stick around for later parts. There will be MF, MFF, MM and MMFF. Something for everybody! 😅

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**Part I : The Stowaway**

The captain paced in the space of the cabin, eyeing the nibbled piece of hard tack on the table. She was waiting for the report on what was consuming their limited food supplies. Not ravenously, just the odd piece of tack here or there, perhaps a piece of dried fruit. Despite being a pirate, the captain loathed this sort of dishonesty. Pirates needed to work together. It just wasn’t done.

Soon the door to the cabin was shoved open, and the Master at Arms strode in, his brow furrowed deeply.

“We found the rat!” he muttered, staring down at his quarry. Read more »

Free Use Slut/Escort to my Friend’s Dad – Part 4 [FM]

*Reposting from my previous delete profiles. As folks keep asking me for it.*

*This is a continuation of the night in Part 3. Minor backstory I left out on purpose. The main reason for the date wasn’t dinner. Before our little arrangement started he had already booked an escort for an overnight – apparently you plan to meet these high end escorts weeks if not months in advance – and he wanted to have a threesome. He had cleared it with her and she was open to it. He showed me her website / twitter. Her face was blurred out but her body was amazing. She looked a bit like me body wise. I agreed. I was uncomfortable doing it at the condo so he hosted us at his condo.*

*Now I’m thinking a better ending to Part 3 would’ve been “Our guest had arrived…” Anyways on to the main course …*

**Part 3 New Ending (Who says you can’t rewrite history)**

He had dinner served on the kitchen island. The phone rang. It was the concierge. “Yes you can let her up please”

My heart began to beat fast. Our guest had arrived. Read more »

Tiffany’s Chocolate Factory Humiliation [M+/F, WAM, preg?]

Tiffany’s Chocolate Factory Humiliation

Licensed Under the Creative Commons License CC-BY-SA 4.0.

The day was warmer than expected, and Tiffany Newcash nee Wampton was thoroughly bored. As heiress of a large fortune and wife to a businessman with an even larger fortune, Tiffany never gave a thought to what people had to do to make a living. But for some reason, her husband had insisted on taking a tour of a chocolate factory for their second wedding anniversary. So now she stood there, sweating through her perfectly composed early-spring outfit, crowded with her husband and 10 other men while the tour guide, a short, chubby woman with mousy brown hair, droned on about the workings of the factory.

Tiffany didn’t even eat much chocolate. Her primary concerns were on appearances and social status. Regarding the former, she counted herself lucky to be a tall, blonde woman in her mid-20s, but she always felt insecure about her bust. Her breasts barely filled a B-cup bra, and weren’t even that perky. So she did her best to compensate with strict dieting and exercise. She was sure that even if she couldn’t compete with other women’s boobs, at least her slim waist and slender thighs would make her figure the most striking in the room. And besides, she told herself, large tits were vulgar. Read more »

[FFM] My wife’s (F32) adventure at the gentleman’s club.

Wow, she looks hot! My wife. She looks voluptuous and beautiful in her new black dress. The deep plunge accentuating her cleavage, the flare around her hips hinting at just how shapely her ass is underneath. What a sight. That long flowing hair perfectly framing her beauty. Not only is this lovely lady my wife, but we are heading to a gentleman’s club at her request! We’re away from our closed minded home area and are ready to let loose a little, enjoy the pleasures of the big city and warm weather. Since we had such a good experience at a particular club the year before, we were hoping our luck would hold out for another visit.
We step out of the taxi into the warm evening, we’ve made it early enough the crowd is sparse and the bartenders aren’t too busy. With a wad of ones and lust not so thinly veiled behind our eyes, we find a couch to make ourselves comfortable on and enjoy the dancers.
The floor show provides a wide variety of ladies, some noteworthy and worth tipping. Either their beauty, their body, or the unbridled enthusiasm and athleticism makes them stand out. Unfortunately not all who visit the club are gentlemanly, but we were in luck that a dancer came our way just as Mr Creeper settled into the table next to us. We went back into the lap dance area for a private show. The girl was enthusiastic and attractive, but had underpaid for an overinflated set of boobs that were a bit more like glass snow globes than soft voluptuous breasts. We had a great dance with her and went back out to find seats sans creeper.
We enjoyed the floor show and another private dance, then we saw her. She came out for her floor show bursting with enthusiasm erotic energy! A beautiful dancer who was enjoying the art of seduction, not just grinding it out for a $1. Her stage name was Kimberly. She was lithe and blonde, not at all my wife’s “curvy type”. That didn’t deter her beauty and energy from drawing my wife to the stage to tip and compliment her. My wife came back a bit flushed and visibly excited. Then she was gone, working in the VIP section. We weren’t sure she’d be coming back to the main stage.
It must have been an hour of waiting and watching the floor show before Kimberly came back to the main stage. She spotted my wife right away and asked her to wait until she was done with her stage dance so they could have a private dance.
Kimberly danced through her songs, then whisked us into the private dance booths. I’m glad this happened later in the evening as it gave my wife a chance to relax and come to terms with why she wanted to be there and what she wanted from the experience.
The first song, Kimberly was seductive and sexy and getting us hooked. She had no qualms about opening the front of my wife’s dress and playing with her 36D’s or spreading her legs to allow easy access. As the first song wound down, Kimberly could see the desire in my wife’s eyes for a woman’s touch and the flush of her skin. So could I and promptly paid for three more songs before anything spoiled the mood. Kimberly asked permission to slide my wife’s panties aside and put her fingers in just the right spots to illicit a moan and writhe from my wife. Our private entertainer then moved aside her own panties to show us her prominent, swollen clit making both of our mouths water with desire wishing we could tongue it in turns to an explosive orgasm! She continued to stroke my wife’s pussy and clit at just the right speed and pressure to let her ride the edge of release for what seemed like a whole song before Kimberly pushed her crashing over the edge into a rock her world orgasm. Her first by the hand of another woman! My wife was completely flushed and breathing raggedly as her pleasure and the dance wound down. Wow, what a powerful spectacle to behold, to see my wife’s orgasm consume her! It was such a great reward for keeping my hands to myself and not trying to get my own jollies in during the dance. I knew mine would come later. Kimberly stayed and talked with us while my wife recollected her wits and her dress. Our dancer was gently trying to nudge us towards the next plateau of fantasy when she started discussing how hot threesomes can be and the different positions that allow all involved to give and receive pleasure. Neither one of us were ready to take that step, so we bid Kimberly goodnight with a generous tip and friendly hugs all around.
It took another 20 minutes watching the floor show for the surrealism to subside and be ready to call a cab back to our hotel. The rest of the night and next day was a whirlwind of primal fucking and orgasms even if I couldn’t bring the sapphic touch, I channeled my inner lesbian when going down on her and did my best to slake her desire.
That is the story of the night my wife got her dessert first and mine came second.