[MMF] bi night

Posted on January 8, 2019 by supplementalmind — 5 Comments ↓

This is the most recent experience my wife and I had.

Saturday night. Casey and I planned on catching up with a friend who came to town, having invited him over to our place. The house was otherwise empty with kids being at their grandparents. The hot tub was set, food made, Casey just got waxed the day before, and we warmed up by fucking twice before he got there.

Dave, for lack of a better fake name, came around noon. We sat on the sofa chatting for ages, before finally making our way to the hot tub. Seriously, I know why hot tubs were popular with swingers: they get things going better than any libation.

Dave and I get in, Casey comes into the sun completely naked, carrying ice water and a smile. I’m always into seeing her like this, skin glistening in the sun, how her pussy parts when she steps into the tub, and her nipples harden and she gets goosebumps from the hot water and cold air. Read more »

My [F] plaything [M]

Posted on January 3, 2019 by redderthehead85 — 3 Comments ↓

You knew from the moment that I said I wanted to use the cuffs on you again that I was planning something interesting.

And I wanted you to be nervous. I wanted to get under your skin. I wanted you to be thinking. . . at every moment. . . about what I might do. How far would you go to please me?

I started early in the morning – teasing – taunting you. I showed you some gifs of my tits clamped and jiggling. Of me deep throating a fake dick. I wanted you to want me. To think about me. To be crazy with desire.

Since I know you, it wasn’t hard to add to the torment. When I was out shopping, I sent you a picture of the duct tape. All of the beautiful colors. You thought it was ribbon. You had no idea what I planned to do with it.

I went on a tirade about the issue of not having grey panty hose. How was I supposed to achieve my ultimate aesthetic? I wanted something very particular. It confounded you – my rant about the panty hose. And that’s what I wanted. Read more »

[MF] anal breakthrough last night

Posted on December 30, 2018 by medievaleagle — 8 Comments ↓

I’ve been super interested in eventually pegging my husband, but he’s not there and may never be. We had an… incident a couple months ago. I’ve started occassionally rimming him as part of foreplay and spend a lot of time using my mouth on other than just his dick, and his reactions are always so sexy and I’m usually dripping wet only a few minutes in. One night, I was going at him with my mouth and tongue and tried to escalate it. I grabbed some lube and worked my finger in, but was unsuccessful in finding the prostate.

I ended up just thrusting my finger in and out of his ass while giving him head, and for awhile he seemed to be enjoying it but eventually said it was starting to hurt. I pulled out, washed my hands and climbed on top and finished that way. Well, a day or 2 later, he ended up with a massive extremely painful hemmeroid. Like, limping and walking funny, miserable, couldn’t sit down or stand up, moaning and groaning. I called it his”man cold of the ass” because he was so over the top about it. I have had hemmeroids off and on since our first was born, and he’s 12. Roids are not a big deal and should not impact your life to the extent it did for him. Read more »

SECRET CHRISTMAS DINNER FUCK [mf] [oral] [swallow]

Posted on December 25, 2018 by soulcrushinganxiety

I was never friends with Maddy in high school. But after I graduated, my mom and her mom became very close. Every once in a while, my mom would call to tell me she’d just gotten off the phone with Maddy’s mom and they talked about what a wonderful couple we would be.

A nice fantasy, but in reality, it would never happen. I lived halfway across the country. Maddy still lived at home—just a few blocks from where her parents still lived.

I came home for the holidays and was told this year we’d be going to Maddy’s parents house for dinner. I got the friendly elbow nudge from my mom telling me it would be a great chance to catch up with Maddy. Ten years ago, she was a cute 18 year old. But who knew what she looked like today? Honestly, I hadn’t even stalked her Instagram page …

I was dragged to their house for what I was sure would be an “all eyes on us” dinner. Complete with our moms glancing at one another smiling. I was sure Maddy and I would be seated together. I was sure it would be torture. Read more »

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Posted on December 24, 2018 by Lilith_Mae

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Upon request, I pull my vibrator out of the box, sitting it on his asshole. I turn it on, giving him a slight preview of his fantasy. Sliding it up and down his taint, gently massaging his prostate.. Bringing him to full erection. My goal after getting him erect is to milk his prostate, giving him the ultimate pleasure. Between his moans and seeing pre-cum drip from his penis as he sits on all fours, I realize that I am completing my job. Read more »

MY OLD HIGH SCHOOL TUTOR [mF] [oral] [anal] [gape] [spit] [piss] [swallow] [facial] [mast] [rimjob] [prostate]

Posted on December 20, 2018 by soulcrushinganxiety — 1 Comment ↓

In high school math wasn’t my strong suit. At one point, I had a tutor who was an elderly British woman, but she retired to Florida to live out her years and recommended a woman named Nicole.

“You’ll just love Nicole,” she said with a wink.

I knew what she meant the moment Nicole walked in. She had curly blonde hair, large breasts, a tight stomach, toned legs, a firm ass. She looked like Julie Bowen from Modern Family. But even the best tutors, like Nicole, had trouble reaching me. I just wasn’t interested in math. One afternoon, Nicole had one of those “lightbulb moments” when she caught me staring down her blouse. She was wearing a lace bra—black—her cleavage was hard to ignore.

“Oh,” she said, a hush falling over the room. I was 100% certain that would be the end of that. I blushed, stammered, struggled to come up with a lie, but instead Nicole just winked at me and said, “I think I know how to motivate you.”

IT STARTED WITH A TEXT [MF] [cheat] [oral] [prostate] [mast] [creampie] [swallow]

Posted on December 20, 2018 by soulcrushinganxiety — 2 Comments ↓

I’m at the gym five days a week, so it’s pretty normal for me to befriend a lot of the other regulars. One, in particular, is a short haired woman named Lucy. She’s got large breasts, hard nipples, thick thighs, and a flat stomach. I see her there once a week, when she works out with her trainer. So, naturally, we got to talking.

“Wish I could chat longer,” she said. “But I have to get back to the office for a meeting. Gotta run, but … text me.”

I took her number, she disappeared into the locker room and emerged twenty minutes later in office clothes and high heels looking as sexy as you could imagine.

I texted her that evening to ask how the meeting was. There was an obviously flirty tone to the overall conversation … and then she mentioned her husband had fixed dinner, so she had to go. Husband? Well, there goes that, I thought. But, I saw Lucy at the gym a week later and she gave me a hug and a peck on the lips, which was intriguing. I’m no hero, though, not beyond fucking a married woman in the name of decency and respect. And if Lucy was unhappy or miserable in her marriage, she knew what she was doing. Sure, I felt slightly bad for her husband, but I would be blown away if he was happy, too, so maybe sleeping with Lucy would be a blessing in disguise—freeing them both from a miserable marriage? Read more »

When I went went to a hot lady doctor for my prostate exam

Posted on December 18, 2018 by fiveminsleft — 1 Comment ↓

When I was about 23, I had this beautiful lady doctor named Christine. Being a gay, I specifically went out and found a lady doc. I just didn’t want to consult any straight male doctor and have him look at me. Anyway I settled with her because I was able to talk my heart out with her. About sex and what not and she was completely open minded and nonjudgmental. I saw her for a back ache, a sinus infection that persisted and just other basic stuff; but each time I saw her she would ask me about my sex life, maybe because HIV was a big deal at that time and she grew to care about me (I thought).

She knew I wasn’t the dominant one and that I was not too careful about things. I drank a lot then, smoked weed and slept with many other gay men who tired to woo me. I was so relieved to find a lady in her 40s who was open-minded and would listen to me; but she would still gently scold me, and advise me. Once she told me to give ‘very ribbed’ condoms to boyfriends, because if they were using those I would feel it and know they were wearing it. At one visit, she again was asking me about sex and if I had done the ‘ribbed’ thing. I sheepishly said denied. She scolded me like I was a little school boy. Read more »

The Wolf and the Dragon

Posted on December 18, 2018 by diasthedeathknight

Eyes closed he stood there on the empty stage, his slender hands guided the bow over the strings, drawing a passionate melodie from them. The tunes filled the empty hall with life and he could almost feel and hear the laughter and cheer of old days again.

But those times were long gone and the emptiness settled in his heart, gnawing on it like a hungry beast on bones. A tear left his eye and rolled down his cheek, for a second the tunes turned and sounded like the screaming of a wounded animal. Then the beautiful passionate tunes returned and he stood upright again. The ears of the wolf were folded back and he was completely adrift within his melody he was playing. And so he didn’t notice the huge dragon that was standing in the middle of the hall, the red eyes onto his slender black form, studying the details of his body. How the light of the moon, that got through the damaged roof, shined upon his black fur.

The dragon with the silver scales slowly moved closer towards the stage, the red eyes still fixiated upon the wolf. He did his best to move as quiet as he could but with the wolf only paying attention to his instrument, the risk of being spotted was low. Read more »