[MF] Wife went full Super Sex Saiyan on me after I got into a fight (and won)

First of all, this isn’t a flex about getting into a fight and winning. [Narrator: it is]

Up until two weeks ago, I had never been in a fight as an adult male. I wouldn’t have been in THIS fight if the asshole hadn’t cold-cocked me. Also, I probably wouldn’t have won if the dude wasn’t half drunk. So please, no /r/iamverybadass jokes. I am not a badass by any stretch of the imagination.

So a couple of Fridays back, my lovely wife and I went to a bar for drinks with a friend from her office and her (asshole) boyfriend. Now ex-boyfriend, by the way. I took an instant dislike to the dude. He was loud, opinionated in all the wrong ways (i.e. opposite of *my* opinions), treated his girlfriend like crap (made a lame joke about how one of her boobs was noticeably smaller than the other, was dismissive of her opinions, etc.). And he drank a LOT. Like it was a work/social type of thing, where my wife was trying to add a nice lady from her department into our circle of friends. At least that part of the evening was a success, btw.

Long Hard Day [MF] [Oral]

It was almost over. The week had been hell. I was a week and half past having the Rona. I was starting to feel like myself again. I was sooo tired. Work had been monotonous. I wanted to go home, have some bourbon and be done. You just called to let me know you were on your way home too. I had hoped to get home first, hoping to let off a little solo steam.

Based on your call that didn’t sound like it was going to happen. While I’m exhausted, I’m also super horny. The kind of horny where I just want to destroy you. Sweat it out in one short intense and passionate session. My cock has been semi hard all day. It’s funny how Covid hasn’t changed my libido.

As I pull into the garage I notice you’re already home. You’re never horny so I’m afraid my issues will remain just that. When I enter the house you’re standing at the kitchen counter looking out the window. You have that long summer dress on that drives me crazy. Your arms are extended holding you up against the counter. This makes your breasts look absolutely perfect. I’m sure you’re not in the mood, yet I have to try.

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Bound & Determined: Part One [MF] [D/s]

“Are you ready, bunny?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

The scene: You are strapped to a rocking chair; legs pulled back, knees pointing towards your shoulders, calves and feet pointing off to the sides; arms up above your head, wrists bound together and secured with the same rope that is holding the legs back – relax the legs, it pulls the arms; relax the arms, it pulls the legs. You are left naked and fully exposed, wearing nothing but the ropes that secure you, a blindfold, and a collar. The chair gently rocks back and forth as you squirm slightly in anticipation and to find the most comfortable spot.

My friend tells me about her first sexual experience. Not what I expected [Les] [Ff] [seduction] [kissing] [groping] [oral] [fingering]

This is a true story as told to me by a young woman who eventually became my girlfriend for a few years. Her name and the other character’s name are fictitious. I changed some details to disguise where this happened. The person I call Mira is still alive and hopefully living a happy life. The dialog is from my memory of the story she told me more than 40 years ago. I did my best with it.

In early 1978 I started dating Mira a 31 year old woman who lived in Washington, D.C. She was born and raised in the Deep South. Mira was a tall drink of water standing six feet tall. She had beautiful blue eyes, honey blond hair, medium to small breasts with pert nipples. She had a very athletic build – wide shoulders, small waist and a small, tight muscular ass on top of a the best legs of any woman I have known. Mira was very smart, funny and successful at work. She had graduated with honors from an expensive Eastern all-girls school.

Getting sweaty at the gym [F/M 20-30] [Public] [Oral]

I never considered myself a lucky guy. In general. And even less so with women. But what happened that night… changed everything.

It was a normal evening at the gym. I used to go to train two or three times a week. It was a very popular, well-equipped, busy gym. I have to admit, part of the reason I chose that gym over others had nothing to do with the quality of the machines or the teachers’ expertise, but rather because of the ladies who went there.

I’ve always had a thing for athletic women, for seeing their shapely, sweaty bodies in tight gym clothes, and they abounded at this place. But this one…she overshadowed the others.

Even after so many weeks, I couldn’t help but stop whatever I was doing when I saw her walk in. Dark-skinned, dark hair tied tightly in a braid, she always came in wearing a minuscule top, highlighting her chiseled abs and firm breasts. Cut tight leggings over her legs…those thick, muscular legs. Drove me crazy. Not looking at her was already a superhuman effort, more than any weight I could be lifting on any machine.

My (38f) husbands favourite story about me, getting fucked by a younger guy and his friends walking in [group]

I don’t know why this is my husbands favourite story, I’ve done a lot worse lol, but it just is so I thought I’d share it.

I’m 38 now but this happened when I was 30. I met a 20 year old guy, Chris, at a spinning class I went to. This gym is near my work which is 45 minutes from my house so I knew there would be no chance of anyone up there knowing me so just told him outright after a couple of weeks of talking and innuendos, I’m married but I’m allowed to play and gave him my number if he ever wanted to hook up then text or call me.

We still saw each other at the gym twice a week and we’d talk but after about a month he hadn’t rang or text so I thought he wasn’t interested and left it at that.

I take Sally to a porn theater [MF] [oral] [hand job] [fingering] [exhibitionism] [masturbation]

This is a story about a woman I dated years ago. I am recalling this from about 45 years ago so the story is the best I can do. I have changed names and some places to protect the identities of those involved.

In late-1975 I [M25] started dating Sally [F22], a cute young woman from the Mid West. She had a light complexion, brown eyes, permed light brown hair. She was about 5′ 5″ tall, around 120 lbs. She was slender with small boobs. She was quiet and smart. She came from an upper middle class family.

She was tasteful. Everything about her was tasteful: hair, make up, clothing, jewelry, shoes and accessories. Even her apartment was tastefully decorated. It looked like something on a TV show.

Sally had a boyfriend back in the Mid West, Wayne. But he was 800 miles away and she had a young woman’s needs. She chose me to satisfy those needs.

This story starts the weekend before Thanksgiving Day, 1975. She was going to fly back to see her family and Wayne in two days.

I 19[F] always blow guys on the first date

After dinner on a date a few weeks back, I literally couldnt wait, and started sucking his cock in the parking lot. I am open about my oral fixation and id promised him I’d do it if we had a nice night out during our conversations online. I’m aint no liar. I couldn’t wait to see what he brought and taste it in my mouth. No disappointments. He used my mouth till he was pleased. As he came, I kept swallowing it and sucking him. Even when he was done, I kept sucking on it until he was satisfied.

A Forbidden Love- [19F/40M] [AgeGap] [Lingerie] [Oral Sex] [Cheating] [Face Sitting] [First Times][Long]

**A story for me. I happily let my fantasies run loose (aka my daddy issues)**

I’ve never been one to go out of my way and get myself in trouble. But there was one exception…well maybe two, because my best friend Liz was quite the troublemaker. But I tried to stay out of trouble when I could.

another driving factor was her father. And no, I didn’t mean weird dad pranks. It was so much more than that. There was a desire inside of me that threatened to burst. It was wrong, so so wrong. But I’m 19 now and what came with adulthood was facing responsibilities. One could argue that it wasn’t a responsibility, I could just ignore it. but how long could I ignore it before I went absolutely insane? Would I ever be able to fall in love or fuck someone else without thinking of him? Probably not. I could try, but the thing is I don’t want to try. I just want him

Teacher spit roasted by two former students [Str8] [mmF] [oral] [fingering] [sex]

In the early 80s I was seeing a gorgeous woman named Carly (age 36 when she told me this story) who taught at a very prestigious private school in Washington, D.C. She was not a girlfriend per se but we spent considerable time together for about nine months. Carly had thick auburn hair, blue eyes, high cheek bones, was very thin and had big, fake tits. She was about 5′ 10″. My ex girlfriend said she could have been a fashion model.

Carly never talked about her sexual past so I assumed she didn’t have one. I often teased her about her vanilla past; she would laugh and say she didn’t have a sexual past. But she did.

One Sunday fall afternoon we were spooning on the couch watching a football game. She had had a few beers when out of the blue she told me she had a few sexy adventures. I said tell me one that you think is sexy.

She told me one summer night she [31 at that time] and a two female friends were in a bar in Georgetown. She and the friends had already had a few drinks and were planning on heading home. They were sitting at a table in front of a window; Carly looked out the window and saw two young men waving at her.