Bi Twink MMF [MMF]

Over the years we have tried several of the lifestyle websites and discarded most because there were more pic collectors than anything else. One site has been fantastic, though, and we’ve made dozens of real connections on it over the years.

We were in another city for work, staying at a lovely hotel. One afternoon my husband received a message from a young man on the site with the intriguing username of SubTwink. His name was Tom, he was 23, and wrote a good introductory message, not the usual, “Hey, let’s fuck!”

My husband invited him to meet at our hotel after work and called to tell me to expect some company. When I asked what my outfit should be, my husband told me heels, a body chain, and a smile. Message received! My husband walked into the room, and slowly walked around me. I was dressed as directed, with a slight sheen on my skin from the coating of massage oil I had applied. I got a deep, lingering kiss as a sign of his approval.

A midnight bonk and breastfeed [F40][M42][NSFW][Oral sex][premature orgasm][adult breastfeeding]

“As it’s dark, there is no point in me wearing this, shame, I know you like it.”She removed something and lay down. I could feel her naked body resting on mine. Her hands reached between us and started squeezing my cock. Her hand moved up and down my shaft getting it harder and harder. “Oh, I do love to hold your cock and feel it get hard.”“Just the way I like to stroke or lick you and feel you very moist, my darling.”“Well, this morning I’m going to rub myself with your cock and stroke you until you are ready to cum. I want you to cum in me before I cum.”“Dearest, oh, that feels nice but why are you denying yourself?”June was already kneeling over me and rubbing my glans up and down between her labia which she was holding apart with one hand.“Because I nearly always cum several times before you get to and then I always cum when you cum. For a change, I want to feel you cum in me before I get there, oh but it’s going to be hard, your cock touching me makes me so… ooh, oh. No!”June lifted herself off and sat down on my thighs, turning the attention of both hands to my shaft.“Sorry, I was getting too close. I’m sure I’m wet enough. Sweetie, just lay back and relax, and let your darling do this for you.”Her hands moved rapidly on my shaft and then she moved again and I felt her hot breath, followed by the warmth and touch of her lips as she took me in her mouth, still stroking me rapidly.“Oh, June, my love, that’s wonderful, oh, you are getting me there, oh, slow down or you’ll get a mouthful.”June stopped sucking.“Sweetie, tell me when it is the very last moment, I want you to cum as you go into me, like you are young and horny and I’m too much for you. I want to feel that, I’ve not felt it for so long.”She bent and started sucking again. She was being deliberately wet and sloppy with her mouth, getting my cock as wet as possible.“Oh, June, I’m close, oh darling, I’m nearly… Oh gawd, you are wonderful, oh, June, darling, oh gawd, grief, oh, oh. Now!”June sat up, moved and lowered herself onto the top of my cock and started stroking it hard and fast. She felt me start to pulse and sat down hard, pushing me into her on a wave of cum.“Oh, gawd, June, wow!,That’s fantastic! Oh, June!”June sat still, enjoying the feeling of my ejaculation pulsing within her.“Oh yes! Oh Sweetie! Oh that was what I wanted. That feeling I used to get, that I was too exciting for you.”“Oh gawd, June, you are always exciting. I just like to satisfy you rather than leave you wet and unfulfilled.”“Well, sometimes I like it. But now, now I’m going to bonk you until you cum a second time. Here, hold my boobies.”She lent forward until her breasts were just in reaching range and then as I took hold of them, her hips started to thrust up and down, rising and falling on my cock, her vagina squeezing me and keeping me hard inside her.“Oh, Sweetie, a lovely, spunky fuck. Please, squeeze my boobies harder and try and cum again. Ooh, I love you inside me. Oh, oh, oh, yes darling, squeeze them, here, suck my nipples, I need you to take afeed soon as well. Is this nice?”“Yes, darling,” I replied, “very nice.”“Oh, I don’t want it to be nice, I want you to shag me and cum in me. Hang on,”June lifted up, took hold of my cock with one hand to stop it falling out of her and then stretched her left leg out in front of her.“ Here Sweetie, catch my left ankle, my left, and hold it to your shoulder, while I try and sit down on you again, bloody hell that stretches.”“Stretches what, dearest?”“My hips, my leg tendons, my pussy, oh gawd, can I shag you with one knee, jeeze. How does that feel?”“Nice, and tight. That’s nice, and tight. Not nice and tight, you are always nice and tight.”“Hang on, again, last try, see if I can squat not kneel, oh, yes, that’s better, now if I lean on your shoulders, yes, now I can shag you.”“Oh, my flexible June, so very sexy. If it was light I could see your tits as well, oh, keep doing that, oh, that will make me cum, oh June, yes, keep going, yes, yes, yes.”June moved with increased vigor. I was in her at a slightly different angle and a slightly different twist than usual, it felt just slightly different. It was certainly having the desired effect.“Oh, June, oh, keep going, oh, that’s wonderful.”“Sweetie, I can’t manage much longer, I’ll have to practice this position.”I started to thrust from below, feeling the gallop of my climax heading towards me.“Oh, June, I’m cumming, oh, aaaahhhh, here!”June stopped and sat hard down on me as I came inside her.“Oh, good that’s good. Now all I have to do is get off without kicking or crippling you,” said June, laughing.With some struggle and groans, June managed to climb off and lay beside me.“Oh that was lovely. Where are my panties?”“Here darling, don’t you want to drip on me?”“No, I want to go to sleep full and wake up to sticky knickers.”“Oh, this is a night of new things. You didn’t even cum.”“Actually Sweetie, it’s a night of very old things, well not the position, that was new, but the feeling of being stretched, you cumming on entry and, well I never told you this, but when we’re were together the first time around, on those evenings when I’d go to your house when your parents were out, after I was on the pill, we’d have sex several times and I’d try and keep it in. I’d pull my panties back onbetween goes. I’d go to bed as soon as I got home and go to sleep knowing your cum was inside me. Sometimes I’d put a second pair of pants on so I didn’t leak and mark the sheets. I was scared my mother would see it, but she was used to me washing my own knickers out.”“Why did you do that? Was it so nice?”“I liked it, but I’d go to bed thinking, one day I’ll be doing this for real and getting pregnant.”“Gosh, I never imagined, why didn’t you tell me?”“Oh yes, eighteen-year-old me tells you I want to get pregnant, you’d have run a mile.”“And how about now? You are forty now, clock’s ticking, well the clock’s about to run out. Speak now or forever hold your peace. Well nearly. We said we’d have this conversation again. It’s never closed until it is.”“Sweetie, am I denying you children? Perhaps I’m too selfish but I like our life, our sex life, our little home and children would ruin everything. I like my body as it is. It was just a dream from myyouth, the way we were brought up to think. It went with laying down and your husband giving you sex in the missionary position once a week. And you certainly weren’t supposed to enjoy it, only whores enjoyed it, that’s why they were whores. Remember I tried to tell my mother I was in a crap, unsatisfactory marriage. She more or less said, that’s marriage, you have to expect and put up with it. You and I are a different generation, and I nearly missed it, I nearly followed the last one.”“Wow, that’s deep and a lot to unpick. But no, I don’t feel you are denying me children. Apart from that strange occasional urge to pump spunk into you and make you pregnant, I don’t want kids. Ruin my life I have always reckoned. If you’d sat me down at twenty, had a post-coital chat and said you wanted to live together and get pregnant, I’d have listened. I like to think I’d have listened. ButI’m 42 now, I no longer think how I have thought then. But then is then, we can’t change it. We can only make decisions for now. And I agree with your current feelings. Darling, do you want me to sucklebefore we go back to sleep?”“Thank you, sweetheart, and yes please, but keep your hand away from my soggy knickers, just suckling, no orgasms, please.”I moved down the bed and found a firm nipple and took it into my mouth. With one hand I cupped her other breast. It was so firm and round and smooth. Despite being exhausted from a double cum, I felt the stirring in my loins that said I would have got hard, if I could. I sighed internally and started to suck and the milk quickly came down. June relaxed and snuggled into the bed and her pillow, a sort of contended, happy snuggle, movement. Very shortly I felt her breathing change, signifying that she was asleep. She hardly even moved when I changed nipple. When I finished suckling, I snuggled up beside her.“Good night, darling.”“Mmmnm,lovely,” muttered June in her sleep.

The sauna cliché and our workaround

True Story

My wife and I have two young kids, which currently keep us from having more than a night away.

For the first weekend in a long time I planned a retreat weekend with my wife **alone**. We left the kids with family and drove two hours away to a spa hotel with everything included so nothing but relax.

Soon after arriving in the early friday afternoon, checking in and unpacking, we went straight to the dining room where cake and tea/coffee was served.

There was a big sigh coming out of both of us as it was just quiet. We talked all night long and decided to relax and catch up on sleep.

This might have bored you, but was necessary to understand our situation.

The next day was planned with spa sessions. After a good night sleep, lots of cuddling and breakfast we went for a short walk and decided to visit the spa in the early morning.

My wife put on the black bikini that I loved so much. She chose that one on purpose. I knew that there wouldn’t be any hot and intense lovemaking as we wanted to try the slow sex approach, but just maybe…

A [F]ew years ago I challenged myself to do something crazy with this guy…

Hello, my name is Ivy and I love unique challenges. Here’s one that happened just a few years ago.

I was a true submissive, with a deep craving for oral pleasure. Giving blowjobs was my absolute favorite thing to do, and even when I was alone, I often had a toy in my mouth as I pleasured myself. Over the years, I had become quite skilled in this particular art.

One night, I went out with some friends to a local bar. We were all a bit tipsy and as always, our conversations turned to a more risqué nature. **One of the guys in our group, a friend of a friend, claimed he had never had an orgasm from oral sex.** I found this hard to believe, given that he was in his late twenties, but I made a mental note of it all the same.

The next day, I added him on ig and we started chatting online a bit… Eventually, I asked him if it was true that he had never had an orgasm from oral sex.

*Like, really?*

blowing my nerdy friend (f21, m27) [FM] [oral]

I met Luke at work. He’s super nerdy, curly hair, glasses. He’s 5’11” and pretty lean. He’s incredibly sweet to me and we became good friends pretty fast at work.
Over the past few months, we’ve started talking about more personal topics. We ended up on the topic of my open marriage, and somehow that evolved into us planning a hangout lol

Fast forward a couple weeks, he’s on his way over to my house to hang out. I got dressed in a cute top and leggings, and out my hair up in pigtails.

I had errands I needed to run so I made him go to Costco with me. The reason I needed to go there was to buy condoms lol. My purchase ended up being 2 boxes of condoms (so 80 total) and a bottle of margarita. The look in the cashiers face when we walked up with the two boxes was priceless

We grabbed some food and then made our way back to my place. As soon as we got into the smoke room, he sat in a chair and had me sit in front of him. He took my pigtails out and started to give me a head massage.

My First Gang Bang [Group] [F]

In 2003 I was 38 and my husband and I were in our second decade in the lifestyle. The majority of our adventures were MFM, an extra guy invited into the play. We had just moved to another state, and discovered that the guy who had been my first BBC was now stationed at a military base a few hours from where we were living.

It was New Year’s Eve Day, and my husband said we should have a reunion to bang in the new year. He invited Rob to meet us at a hotel mid-way between where we now lived and his military base. Rob said he had planned to hang out with one of his Army buddies, AJ, and would we mind if he came along? After hearing what the guy was like, my husband extended the invitation to include him. I had been with several other BBCs since my first encounter with Rob, but had never had two at the same time! Then to top it all off, my husband called a friend of his, another white guy who lived near the hotel, and told him about what was going down. All of a sudden I had four guys to service!

A Lame Trip to the Sex Club Ended with Immense Fucking and the Hardest Orgasms Ever!

I wasn’t sure what to expect on our third visit to the sex club. The first time was hot. It was new, it was fun, and it was hot as fuck to be watching while straddling my husband on a couch in public. The second time, well, what’s not to like about your first full swap! Another man, inside me, making me cum just three feet from my husband while he was fucking someone else. So bad. So good. So hot! All these thoughts were in my mind while I got ready for our jaunt to the naughty place. I put on crotchless panties for the first time. I still don’t get the point, but they did make me feel a bit of slutty sexiness, so they stayed on. A leather skirt over them, a bra of black lace that matched my panties, no shirt, only a jacket. To say I was dressed for sex would be an understatement.

Kathi’s kinky desire Part 01

It was the day after our 15th anniversary, and my wife Kathi had told me about a long-standing fantasy.

The day before, to celebrate, we had gotten a fancy hotel room, and after dinner, we went to our room and spent hours feasting away, sucking, licking, and fucking wildly, Kathi was almost on fire with desire, fuck, she used me as a sexual plaything, she couldn’t get enough. I didn’t mind being used like that, but I finally reached the point where I just couldn’t get it up anymore, and I used my oral skill to give her body one last orgasm, her voice crying out in pleasure as she crested to one more climax.

The next day, before we checked out, Kathi told me what had gotten her so worked up.

“Dave, you know how much I love you. During our anniversary romp, I was fantasizing about fucking guys that I don’t know, just anonymous guys with hard cocks. The more I fantasized, the more excited I got, it was like my lust was a fire that would never stop.”

I replied, “Yeah, I noticed, the way I got used, sure felt good to me!”

Woman and the empty warehouse [38F/28M/36M] [Forced, threesome, bondage, oral creampie, chest/facial]

Rain poured down heavily upon the empty warehouse, it tall frame left untouched and in shambles. This was the spot, Jessi, a thirty-eight year old female said to herself. She looked at there address in the paper then back to the building, she smiled, she always enjoyed new things.

Drip. Drip. The feeling of cold falling water splashing against naked skin woke Jessi from her haze, her head throbbed a bit as she shook the cobwebs, it was at this moment as she try to move her arms, she realized that she couldn’t any of her limbs, her feet felt heavy and her wrist felt bind together by thick chains that tore against her skin; what worried her more is that she could feel the cold winds blow against her naked body, when knowing she was fully clothed just a few moment ago! Panic took her for a moment, she looked around, yet the panic became more intense now as she could only see darkness as something was wrapped around her eyes. The sound of footsteps coming closer drew her breath in as she’d try to move, yet the fear an panic stopped her. “What a delightful sight we have here” said a voice as the steps came to a halt, Jessi’s body shivered at the second voice, she had no idea what she had gotten herself into now. “What a treat, her tits look amazing.” Came another voice, that didn’t seem the same as the first. Jessi’s fears became real, yet a inside shudder escaped.

My Escort Years [F]

From 1992-2001 I occasionally worked as an escort. My husband and I were in the lifestyle (“swingers” to some), but the transition from purely recreational sex to becoming a sex worker taught me a lot of life lessons. I’m going to share a few memories and lessons learned.

First of all, why become an escort? The answer was simple – I could earn in an hour more than I took home in a week from my “regular” job. So, seeing a few clients in a week made a big difference in my income. I was “older” when I started escorting, already past my mid-20s in an industry that sees a lot of women 18-25. I had an all-natural, in shape body, and my looks were good, but I was never going to compete with the “10s” out there. If anything, I’m more the girl-next -door type. But I was incredibly successful due to two factors: Craigslist and TheEroticReview.

Craigslist was THE website in the 1990s for escorts to advertise. If I put an ad out there and showed I was available, I was guaranteed to have 8 or 10 inquiries in the first hour. But once I had been out there for a few weeks, customers started leaving reviews about me on TheEroticReview, and my email blew up! Like they say, a happy customer is the best advertising.