[mf] Sunday’s rare quickie with my wife

Sunday I was horny while my kids were napping, and my wife was downstairs. I have a much higher sex drive than my wife, so it isn’t uncommon for me to handle things myself. I started rubbing myself with my hand down my pants, scrolling through some porn.

This time I decided I’d rather try to get her to fuck than cum in the bathroom. Go downstairs, sit next to her, and put her hand on my clearly visibly straining my jeans cock. She chuckled, and started stroking me. Wow, the oldest trick in the book worked!

I groaned as I opened my fly, pulled down my pants, and felt her hand on my bare cock for the first time.

I was moaning into her open mouth kisses when she stood up and pulled her jeans and panties down in one motion. Her pussy was spread open from her arousal, which rarely happens. I groan again and run my hand over her slit as she’s facing away from me, sorting her pants. Love that view.

Guilty Conscience Kink with my FWB and Her Perfect Tits [FM]

Two depressed and ancient millennials, 1.5 bottles of extremely shitty wine, and a shared guilty conscience kink. In other words, a perfect Christmas party.

**Skip to the *** if you don’t give a fuck about context and just want to get off to someone’s slightly hyperbolized experience with someone they really should have dated by now.**

Let me start by saying, it’s been a slow year folks. Whether because of the of the never ending pandemic, or because aging and dying is apparently a compound interest sort of deal… see right there. Who the fuck uses compound interest as a commonplace illustration?? A 32-year-old who unwillingly traded hip flexibility for financial literacy somewhere in the last 17 months. I know it was the last 17 months because exactly 18 months ago I was fucking the same girl, in the same place, but in a far more adventurous position. Nevertheless, this time was better. Or at least I think it was. Because alcohol.

The time I [M] 18 cheated on my gf with the team whore [F] 19

(I’m ganna go ahead and start this off by saying every person in the story was over the age of 18. I was 18, Parker was 18 and my ex was 19. The story took place in Texas where the age of consent is 17) for those of y’all that are horny and don’t care about background skip to the paragraph marked “this one” :)

I played football at a rich white high school it was a pretty big school my graduating class was like a thousand we had football trainers only girls who we’re interested in pursuing a career in sports medicine or kinesiology were allowed to sign up for the position. They were basically extremely under qualified nurse assistants that studied under the actual two full time sports medicine doctors are school had to take care of us. Anyways the trainers (about 15 of them) were pretty evenly split on good girls who didn’t put out and were just there for college resumes. Then the girls who did it to get noticed by the athletes, and you could probably fuck with relatively minimal effort.

An innocent massage for my former college athlete sister in law. Part 2 – 36M

Thanks for the positive feedback! I hope you enjoy Part 2.

Paranoia was taking over. I had just fucked my wife’s sister, and now they’re alone together at home while I’m on the road.

Would Kristine tell Nat what happened? Should I tell her?

Natalie was going to kill me. My marriage was definitely over. Every time I spoke to Natalie on the phone she was short and it was killing me. The guilt was eating me alive.

Three days and two sleepless nights had painfully and slowly drudged by, and now I was standing, frozen at the door about to greet my wife. I was trying to compose myself so the guilt wouldn’t be so obvious on my face. Then the door opened.

“Why are you just standing out here? Are you ok?”

Taking the girl of my dreams from my best friend and losing my virginity to her [MF]

This is my first post here, but I wanted to contribute something instead of just reading. This is going to be the story of how I lost my virginity to the girl we’ll call “Kaylee” for anonymity. This was in high school (everyone in this story was 18 at the time.) Fast forward through the first few paragraphs if you’re not into the backstory thing.

So me, in high-school I was the type of kid that got along with everyone. I didn’t believe in “cliques” so if you were cool with me, I was cool with you. I was heavily involved in my schools JROTC program and my entire world revolved around my truck. My Ford Ranger was the most badass thing in the world to me and me only, haha. I knew that I wanted to be a police officer right out of high school so I didn’t really do the typical high-school parties and stuff because I was too scared to get in trouble and mess things up for myself.

In Dreams [slow-burn] [emotional] [M4F] [M4A] [friends to lovers] [affection] [doubt] [respect][caring] [dreams] [aching]

Sorry for all the rambling upfront. It has gotten a little long. I don’t know how to put it otherwise but I think it gives a little context.

I usually don’t remember my dreams, fragments at the most and I have never in my life been that affected by one. This dream however had me waking up at 2 a.m. grabbing the mattress white knuckled and breathing heavily. That dream had real emotions, smells, worries, doubts and nearly unbearable excitement.

Secondly I am not usually one to share my insides with the world or even the people around me. Nor have I ever in my life written anything… and on top of all that english is not my first language. But somehow I feel the need to share this. For me It’s a true story about deeply rooted affection, caring, sadness, doubt, respect, consent, overwhelming hunger

[MF] Putting on a show for my neighbor

I (31m) live in a high-rise that is designed kind of like a ‘Z’. So, my bedroom window bumps up to my neighbor’s bedroom window as our two units are at a corner. She is a beautiful late 50s woman, who prides herself on her fitness with curves where it counts. When we occasionally pass each other in the hall she seems like a very nice and outgoing person but we haven’t had a conversation outside of basic pleasantries.

When the pandemic was in full swing and lockdowns were happening, I tended to resort to self-pleasure more often to pass the time and deal with urges. A lot of time, I’d fantasize about her catching me and what she would do, hoping she’d have her way.

[MFF] Caught By Girlfriend and Her Roommate

When I (31M) was in college, like many of us, I was frequently aroused. I used to live off campus to save money following graduation to try and get my own place but the girl I was dating at the time lived in the dorms.

As a former collegiate athlete, my training and class schedules were always a bit brutal – especially in the winter months. Usually, I would have a late afternoon practice followed by night courses. My girlfriend and her roommate were always kind enough to let me grab a nap before practice in their dorm. Sometimes, though, she would miss class and we would have a warm up before my workout.

A bit about her and her roommate. My college g/f was about 5’10’’, blonde, B-cup, but a nice plump ass and equally juicy thighs (I’m an ass/legs man!). She always caught my eye from freshman year forward. Her roommate was also quite attractive but a bit fuller figure. She was short, standing approximately 5’2’’ and had a very fulsome chest. She was not chubby but not lean – she was attractive and healthy!

Cucked by girlfriend PT.1 [MF]

Context- So my misses is this cute innocent looking busty 5ft nothing blonde, we have amazing sex but nothing out of the ordinary. I’ve always been into anal and eating ass and almost always eat her ass before sex which tends to give her crazy orgasms but never once been allowed to put it in her ass, which has never bothered me so much because I’ve always wanted her to enjoy it as much as me. I always try and bring up buttplugs with her as they are a massive turn on to me but she just laughs it off…

The last three months I’ve been obsessed with cuckold porn and whenever I’m having sex with her I can only cum when I’m getting head and visualising her getting fucked from behind by a BBC, it just does something for me the thought of her enjoying being so filled. I’d never once discussed this with her as I really couldn’t see her being into it one bit at all. Anyway about a month ago she’d pre-booked a hotel for a night in the city for the weekend just gone, which I thought was strange as she usually leaves it for me to sort out but didn’t think much more of the matter.

[stepcest] [drugs] Section 18 (Part 3)

I noticed that the sun had started to set, and the room was getting colder. I asked Mr. Furlong if he minded me turning on the heater. He told me to go ahead.

I knew I had barely scratched the surface of the last 10 years of Eric’s life, or at least the parts of it we shared, and I wondered at what point the investigator would either invite himself over for dinner or ask to continue the interview the following day. So far, he seemed unfazed by the time things were taking.

With Alan out of the picture, getting dope was getting harder. I knew some folks in Denver but it was no fun, so we were using a bit less. Which made us restless. And made us look for distraction elsewhere. Those months were when Eric learnt sex. He was rough, let me tell you. Very rough. But he had a secret fire inside of him. And he was eager to learn. And I was eager to teach.