My First Orgy

3rd February: AM.

I awoke this morning with trepidation, anxiety and a feeling in the pit of my stomach that acknowledged that today was going to be the day I was going to change the course of my adult life and cross boundaries that were previously thought unbroachable. At least by society, that is. I’m not going to lie, I’m by no means a prude, perhaps inexperienced, but not a prude. I love fucking. I love doing it, I love listening to it, I love watching other people do it.

I couldn’t face breakfast, not even coffee, and it was only when my alarm went off on my phone, giving me that fifteen-minute countdown before I had to leave my apartment, that I realised I was kneeling in the shower, such was the daze and level of pre-occupation my mind had been placed under. I’d washed thoroughly, shaved, and applied a number of different perfumes. It’s something I was taught as an exchange student whilst living and studying in Italy. Apply one fragrance to your ankles, another to your midriff, and another to your wrists and neck, and make sure the scents all complement each other.

[FM] Fucked Behind my Husbands Back

I was on a ski holiday with my husband and a few of our friends a year or two back. It was supposed to be a regular ski break, lots of skiing, lots of drinking and endless fucking each night. But sadly I seemed to be missing out on the last part most nights.

On the first day while taking a lift down to the foyer I struck up a conversation with an absolutely stunning guy. He was a regular on a ski instructor year and despite my obvious wedding band he was still pretty flirty. We parted in the foyer with him promising that if I ever wanted private lessons, he’d be more than happy to help.

Two days later, my husband decided to leave early for the slopes with our friends, leaving me and a few others to go shopping. I skipped out, leaving just me at the lodge for a few hours before I was supposed to head up and meet my husband and the others. I decided to have a wander around for a bit, ending up at the bar where I ran into my ski instructor friend once more.

Sensory Deprivation [bondage] [oral sex]

She was younger than me. Not inexperienced but her experiences had just been sex. Nothing sensual. No connection. It seemed like previous partners had used her body for their pleasure only.

“I’m going to look after you,” I promised her. “I want you to just relax. Be selfish for a change. Just enjoy yourself.”

“But”

“No buts. I want it this way,” I interrupted her.

She agreed. We planned a time when we were free, with no chance of interruptions. No distractions. No need to rush.

We talked and laughed and then starting kissing. Soft, sensual, dreamy kisses. But it didn’t take long to get steamy.

“Wait here a second,” l said before heading over to my bag.

“What have you got?”

“You’ll see,” I said, pun intended.

I placed the blind fold mask over her eyes before standing her up.

“Now strip,” I ordered.

She hesitated.

“Trust me,” I whispered in close to her ear, before kissing her neck.

She did as she was told. I stood there watching her slowly remove clothes, admiring her body.

Maggie’s Slutty Fantasies Chapter 2

**Maggie’s Slutty Fantasies Chapter 2**

Slam!

The door shut behind me and startled me out of my daze as I walked out of the store. What just happened? I didn’t expect for this, well to be honest I didn’t know really what to expect. How did I get to the front door again?

“Remember, try to remember,” I kept repeating to myself.

Everything was so fuzzy between the adrenaline and endorphins racing through my head, the horniness and orgasm that sent me over the edge and the shock of the things that happened. I tried to focus on the last thing I could remember.

The words rang back into my head, “I’ll see you tomorrow princess”.

His cock warm, wet and somewhat heavy resting on my cheek. Then I felt it start to rise up off of my face, tip rubbing across my cheek as he did. He got up and walked over to the door putting his cock away in the process; I could hear him zip his fly and the sound of the knob slowly turning, all the while I was still on my knees by his desk.

Dirty Jenga Round 3

(Swingers, MFMF, MFFM)

The game didn’t last long. It didn’t need to. Ben pulled a number four, which required the men to give two minutes of oral sex to their partners.  Jessica finally had a reason to take her pants off, and there was no asking whether her bra matched her panties, because she wasn’t wearing any. She hammed it up as Dominic pulled her pants off. She stood facing away from us and bent over with her legs locked straight, giving us all a view of her plump, round ass, and smooth black legs. I couldn’t help but run my own hands along the outside of her hips, scraping my fingers lightly along her skin until I saw goosebumps prickle up. Then Ben dove into me like I was water in the desert, and I watched as Dominic did the same to Jessica. In those two minutes, which the men must have stretched on for a while longer than that, I edged near orgasm twice, and only didn’t due to my own significant effort to hold off.

When they were done, they both flopped back onto their seats on the couch, catching their breath. Jessica and I were completely naked, but the men were still wearing their underwear. 

My summer camp gf (Gwen) heals me with blowjobs. (MF 19) part 4

Gwen and I worked at a summer camp together. She was a virgin when we met, but once we started getting sexual, it was like something was unleashed in her. She was insatiable for sex. She also went from not giving blowjobs to pretty much owning that space.

Gwen and I had been having a great time that summer. We would hang out with friends and drink beers most nights. Every night, we slept together, which also meant we were having some kind of sex every night. We were sneaking in some sex during the day too. But, we also had very physically demanding jobs with long hours as lifeguards and camp counselors at the summer camp. Generally 13 hour days of entertaining and keeping kids safe on outdoor adventures.

Several weeks into the summer, there was a day that I just hit a brick wall. I was run down and did not feel well at all. Maybe I had some minor virus. Maybe it was just lack of sleep. As the afternoon wore on, I could not wait for the work day to end.

A Raging Fire [MF]

So, this will be *very* long because it’s the first in what will, likely, be many Stories. Since my (F)iancé and I(M) have decided that it would be fun to share our “experiences” with you all. Hopefully you do, because I’ll be posting them anyways :P

This story took place in the Summer of 2016, when I first moved to New York from my native Hampshire (England, I don’t mean New Hampshire). I was 26, a few weeks from turning 27, and I had just finished my 8th Year in Her Majesty’s own Grenadier Guards (For those who don’t know, we’re the chaps in the big hats and red tunics outside Buckingham Palace). I had moved to Manhattan with a friend from the Regiment, and we decided to go out drinking to celebrate- nothing in particular, just life, liberty and the pursuit of Liquor.

Connie and I took her drunk husband home after a cookout Part 1 [Str8] [MF] [kissing] [groping] [oral]

This is a true story. I changed the names of all and some details to disguise the identities of those in this story. The dialogues are to the best of my memory. It has been more than 45 years since this happened so I hope you will cut me some slack.

[Background: In 1978 I was involved in a hot wife/cuckold/bull relationship. Janet was the hot wife; Derek, my boss, was her cuckold husband. Our HW/C/B relationship had been on and off for more than two years. If you want to read about my experiences with Janet and Derek they are on my profile page.

This is the first of two stories focused on my initial times with Connie, Janet’s BBW MILF BFF. There will be no PIV sex action in this story. That will be in Part 2.]

**Connie and I, our first time together**

Each year, May through September, Derek and Janet hosted a monthly cookout at their huge house (actually it was Janet’s house). Derek always invited his team members and their families; Janet always invited some of her family and some of her long time friends and their families.

Law School Threesome Part 2 [MFM]

My first year of law school had come to an end, and one Friday night I was bartending at the brewery in town before my internship started in the summer. Our close friend Josh, with whom we had our great threesome experience about a month prior, was leaving that Saturday for an internship on the West Coast. As such Josh had ended the lease on his apartment and needed a place to stay for that Friday night before he began the long drive across the country. Of course, we offered Josh a place to stay that night and he gratefully accepted. I did not plan to work that night knowing this would occur, but part of my mind was strangely excited at what would happen leaving them alone in our house for 8+ hours. I saw Mandy before I left for work, kissed her goodbye and winked as I told her to have fun tonight.

My wife and I swap with another couple for the first time [MF]

My wife and I have been married for fifteen years. We married and had kids relatively young. We met this other couple years ago as the parents of our oldest’s friend. We didn’t find out right away, but eventually we discovered that they occasionally have an open marriage where both Angie and Collin will have sex with other people or swap with other couples. At first, my wife and I decided that really wasn’t for us. But after a bit of a “rut” during the middle of the pandemic, and with some encouragement from Ang and Collin, we talked, and decided that since we married so young and had both only had one partner prior to meeting each other, it might be time to experiment some.

We were both nervous but, after sitting down with the couple and working out some of the details, talking about communicating, setting ground rules, and making sure it was something we both really wanted to do, we decided to go through with it with them. I was honestly mostly nervous that my wife would enjoy being with another man more than being with me. My biggest fears were mostly insecurities toward her being with another man. But once we all talked together, I was convinced that we would stop if anything started to feel uncomfortable or wrong.