My Girlfriend’s Husband Pt. 2 [MMF] [Threesome] [Pegging] [Spanking] [Guy-on-guy]

*This is the continuation of a story I wrote 8 months ago; [read it here](/r/sexystories/comments/5rthmc/my_girlfriends_husband_mm_anal_slight_subdom/).*

*I’ve been sitting on this for a while. Comments and criticism welcome!*

I drifted through the rest of the day trying to wrap my head around what had happened with Mark, and how it might change the relationship I had with Shani. Even after a shower to clean off the cum, I still felt Mark’s presence as the familiar soreness between my cheeks that came with a good fucking. More than once, I found myself clenching my hole and feeling the tingling ache spread through me. It had been quick, perfunctory and to a certain degree without much passion, but Mark had left me wanting more– much more! Now I found myself in the embarrassing situation of having to face my girlfriend after letting her husband fuck me, and hoping that she wouldn’t hate me for breaking down the barrier she had set between the two men in her life. As much as it was Mark’s fault for inciting the sudden bout of assfucking, I doubted that Shani would take my side over his. Thus, I got only a scant few minutes of work done in the time until Shani got home; the rest was spent waiting and worrying.

An Open Relationship Pt. 2 [M] [F] [mast] [oral] [anal] [cum] [pee]

The rules were simple: There were no rules. My wife, Sasha, and I had decided that we were in a rut. She went off and found a guy on Reddit to fuck. She filmed the whole thing and sent me the video. At the very end, she told me it was my turn and then she instructed me to try and top her fling.

Challenge accepted.

Sasha had done things in the video with the stranger that she’d never done with me. She ate his ass. She fingered his ass. He fucked her ass. So much ass play! And all these years, when I asked to fuck her ass, she’d say no.

So, the challenge was on. I had to top her romp with the stranger. It had to be so insane and so crazy that she’d be in shock. But I had no idea where to start, so I took a page from her book and I went on Reddit.

I found a woman who was basically open to fuck anyone, anywhere, and was willing to do literally almost everything. We arranged to meet—she happened to be one state over and we were actually just a few hours apart.

A fun night with another couple [Group]

So last night my boyfriend and I finally got to play with another couple again. We had met them the week before for dinner. They were our age and attractive. We were so excited. After dinner we went to their pick up truck in the parking lot and swapped partners for oral. The guy, let’s call him A, was very good at using his tongue. He also reached up and choked me which is a favorite of mine. He was able to make me cum which is not easy. I enjoyed sucking on his cock as well. At the angle I was at I couldn’t get it all the way down my throat but I took it as far as I could. My boyfriend, C, must have finished with the other girl, K, because he was playing with my pussy as I was sucking A’s cock. Soon he shot his load into my mouth and it was great.

It went so well that we decided we needed to play again the following week. The day came and I found out that K would not be able to do much because it was her time of the month. I was afraid the plans would fall through but we decided it would be fine, K is bi so she could suck the guys and eat me out.

An Open Relationship, Pt. 1 [M] [F] [anal] [mast] [cum] [piss] [rimjob] [creampie] [facefuck] [oral] [swing]

I got bored. Most guys do. I’d wager most women do, too. But this is my story, not Sasha’s. We got married eight years ago. I didn’t want to settle down, but she pushed and pushed and cried and cried and eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. I loved her and didn’t want to hurt her, so I decided to compromise and we got married, but we stayed in the city, which was what I wanted.

Three years passed and she decided she was ready to start a family. I wasn’t, but again, she kicked and screamed and pleaded and I couldn’t take watching her hurt, so we started trying. Again, our deal came with compromises. I wanted more blowjobs and not just during the time we were trying to get pregnant.

If we were going to have a kid, I wanted a lifetime of blowjobs. I wanted one a week for the rest of my life. She agreed.

But then we found out she couldn’t get pregnant. We did tests and found out she was completely, 100% interfile. I was crushed — not because I was disappointed about not having a kid, but because all she did was sit in bed and sob.

Does it get any better? [MF]

My wi[F]e and I have been together for 23 years now and I think we have a great sex life. It started in our late teens with the usual get it whenever we could scenario. BJ’s in the car, quick fucks at nearby industrial areas(no traffic) and sneaky roots while parents were home. Whenever we went on holidays we set targets of how many times almost always beating this target. As the years went by it became your regular married sex life averaging 3-4 times a week with the occasional highlights, for me anal, for her an orgasim or two. However in the last 12 months something has changed. She has become more in sync with her body and has had more orgasms than ever before. I think we have both changed to some extent, I have also learned to read her body. She has now experienced a nipple orgasim, gushed from vaginal stimulation, squirted from clit play and on 3 occasions total body orgasim. Now a good fuck session involves her coming anywhere from 2 to 5 times. I came to write this as we have just finished an awesome session of oral and masturbation where she first climaxed with clit play then gushed on my fingers as I slammed her pussy. Next another clit orgasim extending into a further orgasim where she squirted. Now really, does it get any better than this? Fuck I love my wife.

[MF] Cooking Classes

I’ve worked as a personal chef for a while and enjoy when a current client refers me to a friend. I’m used to showing up and being all business around my clients, but this time was different. From the moment she opened the door, I just felt an energy and connection with her. She smirked from the moment she met me as if she could read my expressions and knew that I was feeling. I knew the evening would be interesting as soon as I stepped through the door, but I had no idea what was in store for me.

I set up and she asked if I would like to enjoy some wine she picked up to try. I reluctantly agreed to a small amount of wine because I wanted to remain focused on preparing her a wonderful meal. She poured me a full glass, smirked, and said, “Sorry, you look really thirsty, and I want to make sure I satisfy that thirst.” Her choice of words caught me off guard as did her smile and licking the wine from her lips, but I wrote it off as just a playful flirting.

she swallowed [M] [F] [facefuck] [puke] [gag] [mast] [anal] [ATM] [swallow] [oral]

Things started off just as you’d expect. We fucked all the time. Things were hot. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other and we’d make those stupid vows young couples often made to keep this flame burning this hot forever.

One weekend, she went away with some girlfriends. I was expecting a Snapchat of the four of them, topless and masturbating or fingering each other or at the very least all sitting in the hot tub together, kissing. Alas, none of that shit happened.

But she told me she told them our sex life was hot and that was kind of a turn on. She was telling them how big my cock was and how I was a heavy cummer, soaking her pussy with jizz every time we fucked. Her friends got hot and bothered, asking inappropriate questions, which she answered all night. They told her how jealous they were. Things had fizzled with their boyfriends and now, they barely even touched.

She told me these stories as we fucked and I nearly broke her in half thrusting as fast as I could, fantasizing about having sex with all of her hot friends. Maybe together in some drunken five-way.

[M]y [F]WB really starts to open me up ( part 2)

Thanks for the previous comments and suggestions. Pretty sure I can get the rest of the story out in this plus one other update.

Let’s fast forward a little bit. It’s been 2 months since I met Gil and I’m back at her place for one of our bi weekly rendezvous. I’m in agony. The next 5 minutes are going to be a mix of pain, pleasure, begging and hopefully release. I ask if I can wear the bite gag instead of the large ball gag she normally puts in my mouth. The bite gag does less to stifle my groans but it lets me bite down hard when I come into a bout of pain.

After I put the bite gag on, I assume the position – on my hands and knees. We’ve been through this more than a dozen times so I know the routine. I spread my hips a bit so that Gil will have easy access to my backside. Not much point in having easier access to my cock as that is still locked up in the chasity cage. Hence my agony.

Abducted and Used [cd][Mm]

I was a strong minded fifteen-year-old boy. This was in a time before cell phones or fancy internet could provide outlet or rescue for me. I was fed up with my Mother’s ridicule about catching me crossdressing again. I had enough, I picked some clothes in a duffel bag and simply walked out the house. I remember her nagging and threating me. She was daring me to leave. Leave just like my Father did when I was younger, she said. That’s what I did, I walked right out and down the street while she kept yelling from the porch.

I started walking, I didn’t have a plan or a real direction to head in. I lived in a small town in a very rural area of the south. It’s the sort of town that doesn’t even lock the doors to the house at night. It was a 10 to 15-minute drive to the next town and I had no idea how long it would take me to walk. I didn’t care, I needed to get out of that house with that woman. There were only 4 roads that led out-of-town. I knew I needed to pick the least likely she should look for me on. I feared she would call any friends and family in the area to try to find me and possibly have them look for me.

Not sure how [m]any but one [F]…

Honestly am not sure why I am posting here. Maybe it is to vent or rant but this week has a big mistake.

Let me start off by saying my husband I started this idea of wifesharing / hotwifing only several months ago. Oddly, it wasn’t something I was even interested in. Even after reading articles, looking at pictures/captions and talking to our married friends about it, it still seemed odd. Of course, my husband convinced me…

Started off with thong bikinis at the pool, ever growing amounts of skin tight leggings for the gym, shorter and shorter dresses. It finally came down to actually have three events that really changed the perception. For those who do not know event #1 – I actually chickened out of. Event #2 was a success during our vacation recently and event #3 I admit I committed on my own and shared little details with my husband. Any who, you aren’t here to read summary of the events. You’re here to read “The Mistake”.