Bo and Me, Chapter 1 — It (f, mast, nosex)

*Turns out the reason these kept getting automatically deleted is because I derped and put links in the OP, lol. Link to Chapter 2 will be in the comments once it’s up.*

# Chapter 1 — It

I love the library. We go almost every Saturday — Mom, my little sister Bo and me. Even Dad tags along sometimes, but today he’s gone fishing with friends, so it’s just us girls.

The library’s almost on the other side of town, but since it’s a small town, it’s just a twenty-minute walk, most of it through the park. We cross the river twice, stopping on the bridges to look out for some fish of our own so we can tell Dad later. Mom’s really good at spotting them “sitting” in the stream. Sometimes it takes Bo and me half a minute to see them even after she’s pointed them out.

They built the library on the top two floors of an old monastery. I mean really old — it was built in the year 803. Last year, there was a festival celebrating its 1,200th anniversary. They had a booksale and a big cook-off, and at night they played movies on a large screen in the garden.

Further descent into cuckoldry [MF]

I have been asked to tell how the first real cuckold session after me playing voyeur to my wife Sasha and our friend Chaz was. I hadn’t been cheated on since we were in an open relationship. But after having cuckold fantasies and finally seeing them fuck by pure coincidence, I came clean to Sasha.

It took us a while to figure things out and we got advice from other swingers we knew, who had dabbled with cuckoldry. Even more awkward was finding a bull. As it is essentially bringing a third person into your relationship. And the chemistry between all has to be right. Sasha and I both agreed we wanted someone we knew and could trust ideally. Finally we settled on asking Chaz. He fullfilled all the classical hallmarks of a bull, bachelor/ womanizer, powerful muscular build and good equipped in the right spots.

The initial talks were awkward. And we found all the talking Sasha and I had done, had to be done again with Chaz. We defined some rules and boundaries, though the goalposts of those have moved over time and will probably keep moving as time goes on. Chaz was officially the designated bull. And I say designated, because the first time was pretty disappointing for all of us.

My Hotwife Surprise [FMF] (part 1)

This is fictional but based on fantasies about real people.

I came home from a business trip of almost two weeks, exhausted but horny. I flew from London into NYC and then home and it was extremely late by the time I finally pulled into our driveway. To my surprise, my wife’s friend Erin’s car was already parked there. I was confused– as it was close to 3am. Had Erin slept over? It was Friday night. They could have had one of their Girls Nights, but they usually don’t stay out this late. My wife knew I was getting home tonite, so it would have been unusual for Erin to be sleeping over. Unless she was past out drunk, I thought.

I walked into the front door expecting to see my wifes disheveled friend asleep on the couch– but it was empty. They wouldn’t be in the bedroom, I wondered. Would they? For a brief second I hoped my wildest fantasy had come true, but the bedroom was empty. I was confused and a little worried. I texted my wife. “I’m home. Where r u?” I waited for a few minutes and then decided on a hot shower when she didnt respond right away. I thought it might help me relax as i was really starting to worry. After I stepped out of the shower, i had a text waiting for me however. “Just got in an uber. be home soon. Wanted to meet Erins new beau.”

My Wife Starts Dating

Chapter One

It had been a long wait. But my patience was finally rewarded. Yesterday my wife Lexy had her first “date” with her crush. It went well.

Let me back up a bit. I have been interested in being cheated on ever since I saw my wife flirting with a guy at our wedding.

It was three years ago. She was drunk. She had danced with this guy a couple of times. The they went outside to smoke a cigarette. I was drunk too. I went outside for some fresh air, and I saw them — their heads close together. Laughing. And instead of getting angry, I got really turned on.

I knew I was different then. But I had no idea that there were others like me. But a couple months ago I discovered online on an adultery website that there were other husbands like me. There were men who posted about their wives cheating on them, and they said how much it turned them on. It wasn’t cuckoldry, in the sense that they were not there watching. But nevertheless, they really got into the fact that their wives were out with other guys.

The night my best friend cummed in my girlfriend’s ass [MFM] – longish

This is a true story, so obvious throwaway. Me (26 then) and let’s call her Ashley (24) have been together for many years and we wanted to spice up our sex life. We invited my best friend Andrew (25) to join us for a threesome. The story below is not the first session we had, but one of the most memorable. To start with appearances, we all are skinny. Ashley is a natural blond, C-cups, tight body: [https://imgur.com/UFwqMYX](https://imgur.com/UFwqMYX) Andrew and I are tall, decently endowed, I’m cut he’s not, which is relevant here for technical reasons.

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 7. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

 

 

Chapter 7

 

That was my low point. My spirit was crushed. I would have fucked dogs and homeless people if my son had told me to. That night, I woke up Garrick and cried in his arms until sunrise. He took the day off. I didn’t answer his questions until mid-day.

“I’m not going to tell you what happened, Garrick.” That was my answer. “It happened. It was my fault and only my fault. I can’t make up for it. All I can hope is that time will help my mother to forgive me.”

“Where did it happen?”

“In the house, somewhere.” I told my husband.

“Where was Andrew?”

“In the hall bathroom.”

“Did anything get broken?”

I glared at him.

“Yes. Okay.” He backed away, releasing me. “You and your mother are unlike any other family I’ve met. I won’t ask again. You know I will do anything to help.”

“I know. You’re already helping.” I sighed, already missing his arms around me. “I’m afraid helping me will only hurt you, at least for a while.”

Nicole’s Thong Chapter 3: Combined Nicole’s and Todd’s Stories

*Nicole’s Bedroom: Sunday 03 August 2014 23:07 HRS*

**Nicole**: It is now Sunday night, and I am naked as I type this. God, I am so wet right now from the things I am going to write about that I have to sit on a towel. I was wet and leaking through my white G-String Thursday night when I wrote my story, and the same would be true tonight, except I opted to be totally nude. I have another zip lock bag ready for Todd that has two thongs that are literally floating in pussy juice. There was a huge puddle in the middle of my bed Thursday night after I was done.and I used my towel to soak it up. When I went out of my room to get a new zip-lock baggie, I pushed my tiny G-string all the way into my pussy, and after I wrung my juice from the towel into the bag, I slowly and carefully pulled my G-string out of myself and put it into the baggie as well.

Wine, yoga, and my first anal experience [MF]

I have wanted to share this for years, so I am sorry if this is long.

Its 2015. I am a senior at university in a predominantly female dominated major. My class is small, the program itself is a subset of a larger college and there is myself with 14 young women, all ages 20-24. I was the token guy, however I am straight (some of the girls assumed I was gay in the beginning…just because I was the only guy). Most of the girls were in relationships. There were a few single girls there though. One girl in particular caught my eye from day one; lets call her Cara.

Submissive Adventures : Part 4: Becoming a public slut [F][D/s][Denial][teasing][public] x-post from r/BDSMstories

I have always been a good girl, I follow the rules and behave, I dress very conservatively, but behind closed door things are different… I go wild, I still want to be a good girl but in a very different sense. I love BDSM and getting my limits pushed both mentally and physically. Being tied up for extended periods, being spanked or spanking myself, being forced to orgasm or worse forced to deny myself.

Lately Sir has added a new dimension to my torture, being a slut outside the safety of my apartment. We started slowly with the balcony, hidden so no one could see me but where I could be heard, running errands while wearing a butt plug. This had almost become routine, so routine that whenever I took the bus without being stuffed it felt odd. Sir had turned me from a lady to a freak in the street. He knew so well how to manipulate me, to tease me and reward me, he played with me like his fucktoy and I loved every moment of it. So much so that I began taking greater risks exposing myself a little more, but it was hard for me to cum in public. But that all changed yesterday.

Nicole’s Wet Thong Chapter 2: Todd’s Story

*Todd’s Apartment: Friday 01 August 2014 3:47AM*

As soon as I arrived home yesterday afternoon, I saw the ten dollar bill Nicole had given to me almost fall to the floor as I pulled the plastic baggie out of my pocket. I smiled when I saw what she had written on the back of the money before dropping it on the floor along with my shorts. I kicked off my flip flops, but didn’t bother taking off my shirt, and I was already opening the plastic baggie as I made my way into the bedroom. Nicole’s soaking wet purple thong was out of the baggie before my bare ass hit the bed.

Nicole’s thong was extremely slippery…so slippery in fact that I almost dropped it when I took it out of its plastic confinement. The milky fluid from her young teenaged old hole had the consistency and slickness of an expensive oil based lube like ID Glide Millennium, but was at least twice as slippery, and I knew I would only need a little on the tips of my fingers to accomplish my mission of cumming all over myself. My left hand went to my pre-cum lubed hard-on, and I let my pre-cum mix with the teen’s juices on my fingers before I started stroking. I held the purple thong to my nose and inhaled as deep as I could, the fresh scent of her teen pussy driving me over the edge quicker than it ever had before.