Soft swap?[MF][MF]

I had to share this immediately before my story of Hannah and I’s first MFM threesome. I promise that’s coming I just haven’t had time to write!

Well Hannah and I have recently started to attend local swing clubs together and found them to be perfect for us. The crowd at one of them is a good mix of ages with us still being among the youngest. This Wednesday we ran into a interesting new couple. Their names are Kate and Ronald, That night they got a lot of attention when they walked in because of their ages. Ronald is I would say close to 40s and Kate mid to late 20s. A majority of the crowd thought that Ronald had brought in a prostitute to gain access to the club. It tends to happen a lot lately but they have verification to avoid this. Kate was a studding Brunette, small tits and an enormous fit ass with matching hips! I learned that she was half Greek later on via our text conversations. As the night continued it was clear that, they were a married couple since Ronald was very protective of her.

Once upon a train ride. The further adventures of Frank and Karen [MF] [Oral] [Anal] [BDSM]

Part 2

MORE ADVENTURES OF FRANK AND KAREN

 Thanksgiving with my friends was as always a major party.
Friends I haven’t  seen in a year came out of hibernation. 
The food was laid or should I say heaped upon the sideboard.
Along with a very liberal helping of alcohol made for an evening of drunken merrymaking.

However much fun this evening had been that is not what I wish to tell you about. 
What is important to this chronicle is the phone call I received around 10:30 that evening. 
It was Karen calling.
“Frank, Hi it’s Karen I hope I’m not calling you to late, am I ?
I just couldn’t take the chance that you might leave tomorrow without me getting a chance to see you again.” She said.
“Karen, I’m going to be in town until Monday afternoon.
Is there any chance you will also be around until then?” I asked.
“Karen I’m glad you called I haven’t been able to think about anything else since last night.
Never have I met anyone as free and exciting.

Erotic Short: Romantic Evening [M/F] [oral]

An excerpt from “Romantic Evening”

“He took two of his strong fingers and gently spread her labia to get full access to her throbbing clitoris. She felt her juices spill down the sides of her thighs. Unable to control her body, she began rocking back and forth, riding his face. He kept swirling his tongue around her nub as he inserted one finger and curved it towards her g-spot and started stroking it back and forth, not stopping the generous lapping of his tongue. Her rocking became more feverish as she needed to be stretched and filled up. He took the hint and inserted two of his thick fingers into her and began pumping. He started slow and began picking up pace as she rode him hard. He sucked, licked, and swirled as he devoured her hungrily, unable to get enough. Keeping his rhythm, her moans turned into yells, and she unleashed the frustration and pent-up emotions she’d be storing all-day. When the orgasm came, she lost control, and he had to hold her up with his free hand as she shuttered and nearly collapsed with relief. ”

Read the rest of the story at [https://thecliterature.com/romantic-evening/](https://thecliterature.com/romantic-evening/)

The cook, my wife and her lover [freeuse] [wife watching] [FMM] [Squirting][Rough][cuckold][anal]

I had been browsing amateur Indian porn on Pornhub when I found my wife’s video fucking our cook and the security guard from next door!

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I had been asked to move to Japan on a new assignment on an emergency basis. The company was in deep shit and needed someone experienced to take charge and put things right.

I had to leave immediately, leaving my wife and kids behind. They would join once the kid’s school term was over.

Having a wife with low libido meant that our sex was infrequent, quick and boring. Pornhub was my way of letting off some much needed steam. Besides as a 46 year old married man with a dad-bod, there weren’t too many other options. Since I had to leave in a hurry, there was barely time to pack up and I was in a plane headed to Japan, leaving my wife alone in the suburbs of New Dehli. Little did I know, she was not that low libido, straight-laced Indian wife that I thought she was!

25 Days of SEXmas – Hard day at work (M/F) (Oral) (Anal) (Domination)

I walked in the door from work, my cock already hard as a steel beam. My wife had sent me a picture of the tiny red thong she would be wearing for me when I got home. She sent it to me at lunch, giving me half a day to fantasize about what I was going to do to her once I got back.

Walking into the bedroom, I found my wife lying on a faux fir blanket on our king-sized bed. The red thong plunged down between her small ass cheeks. Could see her pussy peeking through the gap in her thighs. On her hip, she had put a Santa hat, and next to her ass was a red box with a white bow.

I opened the box and found a note on top. *Baby, do what you want to me, I want to be Santa’s little whore tonight.* Inside the box was a ballgag. As I put the hat on, my wife turned to me, lust gleaming in her eyes. She rolled onto her back and then sat up, keeping her legs spread apart.

Read the rest [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/2019/12/05/25-days-of-sexmas-december-5/). Don’t forget to check out the other [25 Days of SEXmas](https://rileyblackstone.com/category/25-days-of-sexmas/) if you missed any!

Satisfying curiosity (MM) (Bi-curious) (oral) (long)

Brian’s heart raced as he unlocked the door, laughing nervously as he held it open and gestured to welcome his friend Coby inside. “How is this going to happen?” he thought to himself, not for the first time that eventing “…is this even going to happen?”

It had started innocently enough, a drunken party with friends had introduced the topic of same sex hookups. Around the room various party goers had shared their experiences, from those who pretended to have no interest, to Coby (who’s appetite for dating other men was well known in the group) rolling his eyes at the concept that this topic could even considered noteworthy in the current era.

“I mean … we’d all … LIKE to try it out at one point, right?” Brian had admitted sheepishly, making fleeting eye contact with Coby and then breaking it nervously. “I mean, I challenge any man here to deny that there’s some level of fascination with … another man’s … you know…” he trailed off. He’d had too much to drink and wasn’t forming his thoughts clearly. Coby was smiling at him knowingly with a twinkle in his eye as he stammered. “You have no idea” he winked.

[MF] The new girl (18F, 20F)

You know how sometimes, the most silent girls are sluttiest? This is one of those stories.

I started college a bit later than normal. After finishing high school, I wasn’t really sure of what I wanted to do and instead of picking a random general program, I decided to take a year off to work, travel, etc. That year quickly became two and for a bit, I wasn’t sure I would be going to college. Then, at work, I found out what I liked and decided it was time to do it. It was a bit harder to be admitted to a good college having taken two years off, so word of advice for all high school seniors here. Still, the September of my twenty years, I finally entered college.

I was a bit older than most people there, but just by a year or two, so things were just okay. Sure, most kids were 18-19, and I was bordering on 21, but the difference was minimal.

Tons of things happened the first year I finally set foot in college, including tons of wild parties, but today I want to focus on what I think is one of the hottest stories I’ve ever been a part of.

Snowball Glory [mF] [MILF] [PAWG] [straight] [holidays] [fiction]

**Author’s Note:** Season’s greetings to everyone, and a special one to GarnetAndOpal. Characters, places and events in this story are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidence. There’s a **link** in the comments section I put there for those curious about what the fictional MILF in this story looks like.

 

*Jingle Bells* played in the background as an epic snowball fight raged between Team Red and Team Blue on the northern end of the golf course on the outskirts of Bloomfield, Iowa. The fight wasn’t chaos, it had rules similar to dodge ball. One team on one side of the battlefield and the other team on the other side. The battle lines had been marked with flags. The scores were tied 9 to 9. This was the tenth and final round and neither team was giving the other an easy win.

Each team had eight players at full strength. Eight people were now in the Dead Zone, a place for those who had been killed in action by snowball to wait until the next fight to join their team. Three players currently remained on Team Red and five on Team Blue.

[M]y first time really doing the messed up, dirty things I wanted with my [W]ife

I know, it’s probably boring reading about a guy with his wife. But I had some dark fantasies and I finally worked up the bravery to do it.

I have a bit of an oral fixation, both ways, and I finally went as far as I wanted to. One night I was watching TV and she was in our room. I don’t know what got me going, but something switched on and I wanted her. But I wanted to do things I hadn’t done.

Some background, she does like to be submissive, she likes being tied up, lightly choked, her mouth covered. She also has no problem giving head. But I wanted more from her mouth. And I told her what I was going to do. That’s where I was surprised.

I walked into our room and she was dozing, I told her I wanted to 69, and I wanted to use her mouth. I said I was going to until I came in her mouth. I was surprised by how much she wanted it. She spread her legs and pulled me onto her.

Smells Like Middle-Aged Desperation [MF, light age-based humiliation, oral]

I’m in charge of a business function that covers several different offices, so I’m often on the road to visit the locations. I kept hearing the name of a new salesperson come up: Linda Marconi. Some of my staff at the office she worked at were becoming very involved with problems she should have been calling into a service desk for. I asked them to redirect her, but then I would hear from other employees that they continued to help her.

I was a little puzzled–these guys usually tried to avoid dealing with people as much as possible. So on my next visit, I kept one eye out to see if Linda would stop by the area where my team was assigned. By noon on my first day there, the question had been answered.

The clicking heels announced her presence and I looked up subtly to see a nice pair of legs. She was wearing a skirt that was too short for an office and four-inch heels. I already had a feeling about what her deal was before she turned to peek into my office. Once I saw the tell-tale overuse of eye makeup and low cut shirt, I knew she was experiencing what I call the “aging stewardess syndrome”: an aging woman who relied on her looks for professional success and was not dealing with her decline very well. I didn’t give away that I had checked her out and continued to work.