First time seeing my wife with another man [MFM]

We are both in our 40’s and this took place during the summer of 2019

She is 5’3″ / 125 Pounds

Some Background:

I had thought about having another guy join us for a while, but she was unsure about at it first. I think it was more of the stigma that goes with it, and of course finding the right guy. I knew she would not do with a stranger, but someone that we knew somewhat well I thought she might.

We had a friend that had moved away when he changed jobs, but he still came into our town for work. I kept in touch with him, and I knew he liked her. I would make some sex comments occasionally around him and he always seemed interested and wanted more details. Well, one time when he was in town I suggested he stay at our house during his next visit. She was OK with it so the next time he stayed with us a few days during the week. It gave us time to have some drinks on the porch in the evening once the kids were in bed. I also made sure he stayed in the spare bedroom that is right next to ours. The first trip was just that, us having dinner and then some drinks in the evening. I did flirt with her in the evening to gauge his interest to see how he reacted when I did, and also to see how she did as well. I could tell he liked when I touched her and made comments, and she was ok with it as well. When alone I even made comments to her asking what she thought of him, etc.

CONSEQUENCES, Pt.5

Pt. 5

I smiled at how she cracked the door at my approach. She was anticipating me, just as I had hoped. “Open that door wide, and don’t move” I said. I then held the door as this gorgeous fully naked MILF stood there waiting on me, totally blushing. Yet her nipples stood erect. “Cold in there I see.” I finally said.

“Danny…” Amanda Nicole whined. It was embarrassing to be made to stand there like meat on display, which she was. Thankfully, after a moment more, he stepped in. She felt trashy and aroused, but pushed the thought out, at least as much as she could. Amanda Nicole found herself suppressing a smile at what was to come.

Was it me, or did I almost see a smile? I briefly thought. Normally I would ask, but ‘the little head was doing thinking’ at t the moment, so I waltzed on in. If this was to be the “Last She-Bang” then I was dressed for the occasion, that being a nice pair of pleated pants, properly tucked button down shirt and the like. “OK woman, glad to see you understand your place. Now undress me, and fold & place those clothes properly.”

Urinal Encounter That I [30M] Will Never Forget

This is a story of an encounter that happened less than 5 years ago. At the time of this event I considered myself bicurious. Now I know I’m bisexual. Hope you enjoy……

Myself (30M) and my Wife (29F) went out for a night on the town with a few friends. The night started in a lovely restaurant then we hit a few popular bars, had a few drinks in each and then settled in one of my wife’s favourite spots for the remainder of the night. We were all having a blast and as our night was drawing close to a finish I said I would nip off to the men’s room for a leak and meet them all in the smoking area after.

I [F] had sex with the guy I hated since high school and I loved every second of it [MF]

**So a little bit of a backstory on as to why I hate Jake (not his real name)**

I first met Jake when I was 15 at a house party and I watched him take a guy’s bag of chips, spit into it and ask him to eat the chips. Looking at what he did made me despise him from that day onwards. He was the self-proclaimed king of high school, obnoxious bully and he was super proud of it. He was definitely not the type of guy I wanted to see again.

Unfortunately life doesn’t always give you what you want and as for me, Jake became one of those people you can’t avoid even though you really want to since we had a few friends in common We used to constantly bump into each other And whenever we did, he used to start calling me by the nicknames he had for me (most notable mentions are Freakzilla, Princess No Sense, Bubbles, Butter Cups, Spanky, Juciy). He always used to brag about how there’s an ‘ugly’ girl who won’t leave him alone and wants to ride him all night and how he breaks the beds of every girl he bangs. He would brag about the ridiculous things he did when he was drunk and every time he dated a girl he would brag about having sex with her everyday. So now you can see why I really really hated him.

Mom Teaches Sex Ed to her Son’s Class – [MF][M/s][inc][incest][mom son][mommy]

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Mrs. Smith followed her son’s teacher down the corridor to the classroom. They were walking quickly as the teacher, Ms. Watson did not want to leave her students unoccupied for too long. In the silent and empty corridor, Mrs. Smith’s black high heels echoed as she smiled at her son’s teacher as they walked.

Reaching the classroom, Ms. Watson entered the room and beckoned her students to stop talking and listen. The room quickly fell silent as the boys in the class couldn’t keep their eyes off their new Sex Ed teacher. Kevin, Mrs. Smith’s son, who sat by the window, was staring out into the sky. He saw what his Mom was wearing and considering the type of class she was here to deliver, he anticipated much abuse from his friends.

Christmas miracles [MF]

Let us go back to a time, pre COVID. To a time when meeting a person didn’t involve staying 6 feet apart with face masks, to a time where if you wanted casual sex it didn’t mean just doggy or reverse cowgirl or even weirder moves. Let us have a holly jolly Christmas (and if you don’t observe Christmas that’s okay too).

I’m at home on leave from the military and like everyone always says it sucks going home. Well it sucks for those of us that left in the first place because we have broken homes and don’t realize that leave would be better spent going on an actual vacation and not reliving past trauma *oh wait you aren’t a therapist……* It’s Christmas night, and after a rousing game of guilt tripping and shitty feelings being passed around white elephant style I retire to the spare bedroom because I’ve had enough. I don’t have any hookups in my hometown and the dating apps are bare because….well it’s Christmas and people aren’t as broken as me. So I do what any good person does: post to craigslist and wait for bots to spam my email before retiring to stroking myself off and going to bed. I make sure to include not a dick pic and elaborate in my posting to make sure the bots really appreciate my well thought out ad.

I got used and abused by a MILF…and I loved it. [MF]

Based on events that happened this past summer, TLDR at the bottom.

First, a little about me. I am an engineering student in college in the DC metro area. I am 6 foot, white, and have green eyes (What most people say is my best feature) and moderately attractive according to most girls I talk to. I have had plenty of success when it came to women, and considered myself more dominate before this all started, but that soon changed. I was only 19 when this all happened.

Since lockdown had started I had been stuck in my home all day and was antsy to try and do anything. Being the horny 19 year old that I was I hopped on Tinder. I have had success before with girls my own age, but feeling bold and curious I upped the age range to 40 and above. After a few minutes of swiping I come across this one lady.

She was Vietnamese, had nice tits, and was very attractive. She was also 53 Her name was Cara (not her real name) and her bio said she was looking for a ‘Pool boy’. I liked what I saw and swiped right. My heart skipped a beat, I matched with her. Anxious to talk to her I immediately sent her a message.

Like a Good Neighbor – Part 5 [Long Read][Cheating][L-Bomb][Creampie][Impregnation][Oral]

Pain, nothing but pain, filled my psyche for the past three days. I sped off, leaving Riza on the street corner sobbing uncontrollably, my chest burning with rage and fury. I was mad at her, but not nearly as mad as I was at myself for being a fool and believing that someone as wonderful and amazing as Riza would ever take an honest interest in me. Like a love-struck boy, I played right into her ploy, blinded by my love, desire, and lust for her. She played me like a fiddle, talking about how horrible her husband was, how she had loved me for years, and for a while… I believed every single word she had said. Every fucking word. I just assumed she had a breeding or creampie fetish when she told me she wanted a baby with me. Something I was all too willing to give her as her lover. However, I would not be some kind of sperm donor so she could get rich.

How did my fantasies for submission and cock start? Part 1

So, a little about me. I have always thought about myself as the average married guy. With a job, wife, kid, pets, etc. I’m 6’0, brown hair and eyes. Not fat, more on the thick side at 225. A few have said the tall dark and handsome look.

I have always been very open minded about sex and all people. But I have never thought of myself as being submissive or bi. I have always been The Alpha in my everyday life and relationships and have always been with girls. And love them and always will. But I have added to my thoughts and fantasies.

I can say now I’m 100% bi curious and sub craving. I would like to tell you the true story of how I got to this point. It starts off with my first time feeling submissive.

An ex-play friend calls me up one day and asked me. You remember Sandy and Jeff, right?

Sandy is my ex’s best friend and Jeff is her hubby. I said ya I remember them.

My ex tells me that Sandy may call you for some help. I ask what she needs my help with?

The first time… [MF] [MM]

The first time I met my husband’s best friend Alex, he strode right over to my then-boyfriend, wrapped him in a tight hug, lifted his face, and kissed him passionately on the lips.

This wasn’t their first lip lock, by any means — I’d seen the photos and longed to get a closer view. I’d assured my boyfriend Max that not only did I not mind that they were affectionate like this, I kinda liked it. And by “kinda” I mean “really.” (I probably should’ve known then that this homoerotic bromance was going to be a Thing in our lives…)

The first time Alex learned I liked watching, we’d spent a few hours drinking and talking at his house while visiting Max’s family for the holidays. As we said our goodbyes, Alex grabbed Max gently and gave him a kiss that’d make George Mendonsa blush. I leaned one shoulder against the wall in the kitchen, feeling a familiar warmth grow between my legs, and said, “Well the next time I want to cum really hard, I know what I’ll be thinking of.”