Don’t Masque the Pain [FM] [cheating] [fiction]

They were arguing again, the couple next door. In their mid-twenties, the wife was a gorgeous brunette, the husband a handsome blonde. They were perfect, except for whatever it was that had them quarreling constantly. They weren’t as bad as some other couples I had seen, but it was annoying to know I had moved from the city in an attempt to escape the rowdy urban environment to this small, quiet town, and yet somehow I had managed to set myself up as a neighbor to the only couple in town with marriage issues they chose to play out in stereo.

My suffering didn’t last long. It had been six days after that tenth or eleventh argument when I realized that I had not seen the husband. I assumed they had separated. A couple of neighbors made a point of stopping by that house to tell the wife that her grass was getting an inch too high. Trying to be nice, I elected one afternoon to mow her lawn. She was out and I was glad it turned out that way. Didn’t want to risk upsetting her by doing something stupid as I was prone to do when in the presence of a beautiful woman.

My Sex Story On My dear Son’s Lap A Mother Son Sex Story

It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn’t fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things.

I heard him come out of the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV.

“Where are you going to put the TV?” I heard his father ask.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat.”

I looked in the back seat. “I don’t think so, son.” Mike looked in the car. “We can put it in the middle of the front seat.”

“Ok, college man,” I said. “Then where is your mom going to sit?”

A Reminiscence – The Third Time [MF] [Part 4]

Hello everyone. I’ve received a few messages asking for more, and I promised I would. So, here goes . . .

You can find part 3 here:

A Reminiscence – The Second Time [MF] [Part 3] from gonewildstories

Much like the other stories I’ve shared, this is entirely true, only the names have been changed.

Some time passed after Amy’s and my last encounter, but we still saw each other pretty regularly at social events. We shared knowing looks, passing glances, casual touching of non-sexual areas. Our texts continued in secret, nude pictures frequently when we were alone, generally keeping the interest fresh in our minds. That was maybe one of the reasons I liked her so much: She was such a stimulating person.

Then, one day, the message came. “Hey baby. He’s going to work early. Want to spend the morning together?” I responded yes, and asked what she had in mind. “I want to feel your cock deep inside me.”

What other motivation was needed?

The girls across the street watch [m]e jerk off every night

I’m a student living in a small basement studio apartment, I’m also a nudist, and this year I started to leave my curtains open all day and night. The house across the road from me is shared between six young attractive women. Our buildings are both slightly set back from the road, so we can’t really recognise each other, but we can easily see what the other is doing. Their building is higher than mine, meaning they can see straight into my whole apartment, right to the bed.

When I first started leaving the curtains open they were pretty shocked to see me lying naked on my bed, in open view to them. They laughed, they were shy and tried not to look. It’s been about a month now and I’ve seen them having a look and pretending they’re not. I once lay down rather tired and they must have thought I was asleep, because they all became very bold, standing right at the window looking at my naked body.

At night I masturbate before bed, I don’t close the curtains but I do turn off the lights. There is some light from the computer screen, and I’ve noticed a number of them watching from dark rooms, peering through gaps in curtains, so I think they can still see what I’m up to.

Pounding my Neighbor’s Wife

So the family next door to me has always had a problem with leaving their windows open during particularly ‘vulnerable’ hours . Since I work in my yard quite a bit, I always knock on their door to ask if they’d like me to mow theirs as well. One , as I was finishing theirs and about to turn in, the bay window to my neighbor’s room is open, and on the couch I can see his wife rubbing her pussy, her eyes shut, clearly moaning though I can’t hear it.
I do not want her to see , as this is obviously super embarrassing, and I’d taken my shirt off the time and didn’t want her to up from her passion to see some sweaty creep staring at her pleasure. So, I take my mower, treasure this incredible moment, and pack things up to go inside.
That night on my laptop working, and I catch a knock at my door. It’s my neighbor’s wife, and she’s asking to come over for a drink. She’s in leggings and a sports bra, like straight of yoga. I say ‘why not, I should get to know my neighbors’, and I agree to head over.
One of the things I love about older couples is how comfortable they are; after years of marriage, I imagine you can get so bored that a man to just come over to have a drink is normal.
Anyway, I show up, we have our drinks, we , and I make my move to leave. As I get up to go, her husband stops the door. We’re making small talk, until I catch something at the top of the stairs. It’s his wife, now wearing a sheer nightgown, her massive breasts exposed. She’s staring at me, as she comes down the stairs.
“Do you like her?”
I did, and my cock was giving that away. She finished stepping down, and walked to us in the foyer. She then undid my pants delivately, and let my cock fall from it’s prison. It was , and she took it in her hands, her red lipstick and nail polish flashing in the low light. She brought my cock to her mouth.
“Do you want to have some fun with us, before you go?” She already had my answer. Her wet lips closed around my head, as she pulled my cock deeper down her long throat. She looked up at me, long eyelashes flashing. Her husband rubbed his inadequate cock through his jeans.
I put my hand behind her head and scooped up her hair. I didn’t force her on my cock, but my constant pressure to her head let her know I could at any time. Her full lips made it down to my shafts end, my entire cock inside her lovely . She let a drop of spit run down to my balls, where she met it with her long spry fingers. Her saliva was falling from her now, clearly she’d been hungry.
Her husband just stared, hard and inert.
I don’t generally in a woman’s mouth, and I certainly don’t until she has. Eventually i pulled her off my cock, brought her to my height and with spit-soaked fingers, played with her sweet clit. She gasped as soon as I touched her, and as we made , her husband revealed his cock to stroke. She grabbed my arm, and I slowly pushed my fingers inside her warmth. She reacted immediately.
I told her to lift her leg up onto the banister, and I fell to my knees and put her entire labia in my mouth. My tongue slowly attended to her, as my hands ran up her thighs. She moaned, and her large full breasts began to turn red, as did her .
Her pussy juice was flowing now, she was prepared to take my full cock. But I wanted my orgasm, so I stayed there. She finished on my , covering in her smell. I wiped my mouth, licking my fingers.
“Take her to our bed”. The husband, coming in with all these good recommendations.
We’re upstairs, she’s on her back, toes spread out. My mouth and fingers work her over, bringing on the squirt that I know is here. She’s close, closer. begging her to give what I want. Her husband films from the chair, stroking his cock.
She squirts. It’s glorious.
Now that she’s finally ready I have no need to hold back. My hard cock slides into her. not wearing a condom; I know I’ll be filling her completely tonight.
My thrusts are rhythmic, and her feet lock behind my back. rocking her, my 9 inches fully inside her. As I down, a of mischief crosses her , and I feel her hand slide around and grip my ballsack. Then, feeling something more than a grip. Her husband is licking my balls as I fuck his wife. My cock is so full of I can barely hold back.
Her husband pulls away, and I stick his wife’s legs up with my arms. Holding her legs up, I begin to earnestly fuck her, deep, long, using my full cock. I lift the small of her back to fuck her more easily, standing over her, her long slender legs ending in feet spread wide. Her noises are passionate and loud and syncopated to the beat. I whisper that about to .
” inside . Please”
As you wish. My balls clench, my pounding intensifies. This carries on for some time, and as her hands reach for my balls again I fill her fully with my cock, and then with my . shooting in her, load after load. She bites my ear.
done, totally spent. I can barely move, when I feel a mouth on my cock. She’s sucking the rest of the load out of , as her husband licks my load of her.
My balls are completely drained, and I make a move to leave.
“Where are you going? Don’t you want to stay a bit longer?”
On second thought, I do. I really, really do.

Ex coworker: Watched through our hotel room window [MF]

**Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a good-looking guy (6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.**

This is a pretty recent story. I have to travel to New York occasionally for a few days at a time. Kaitlin had just moved there a few months ago. She was a former coworker of mine. We always got along really well and listened to some of the same music, so we stayed in touch through social media. She was dating someone at the time, so there was never anything sexual between us. There was, however, a feeling of sexual tension at times between us. It was always unspoken and never addressed. We had never spent anytime with each other outside of work, so I was surprised when she gave me her number on her last day and told me to reach out to her when I’m in New York. She knew I traveled there for work obviously since she worked with me. She gave me a big hug and that was that.

Jan’s First Orgy

It was a Saturday morning when the phone rang and Rick picked it up and listened.

“I’ll call you back after I talk to Jan.”

“That was Mark, he wants to know if we would like to go to party at a white couple’s house.”

“Sure I said what’s it all about?”

“Five couples, Mark and GF, Leon and GF, you know both of them, Jose and his wife and Frank and his wife, they are the ones giving the party at their house.”

“If Mark and Leon are going to be there I said, I have an idea that it’s going to be a fuck party. They both have fucked me a few times before but it was always in a van or car but no women, sure I want to go but find out more about it”

Ricky called back and after a few minutes told me that we should bring a bottle and that everything goes. I told him, I am game, it’ll be different.

I got dressed the sexiest way that I could. No bra, thong, black see through blouse that showed my tits to their best advantage, very short skirt that barely covered my ass, black laced thigh high stockings and black spiked heel shoes.

The Hotel Room {M/f}{light bondage}{wax}{orgasm control}{nipple play}

A woman goes to a black tie charity function and is surprised by her boyfriend when she gets back to her room. They get to spend an evening of fun together.

This story is written for pleasure so there are grammar errors and issues like that, I tried to get as much as possible but there will be some. Please enjoy!

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Melissa stepped into the empty elevator on the 23rd floor. Light classical music drifted from the speakers creating an ambiance that was sure to carry throughout the evening. Melissa pressed the button for the lobby and stood back as the doors closed. She caught her reflexion and checked once again to see if everything was in place. Her auburn hair was shiny and curled then pinned back into a bun. If she had to give a guess she would say at least 25 bobby pins held it into place. Even though her makeup was lightly done and very natural it was still more than she was used to wearing. She wore a sage green chiffon dress that was fitted around her breasts and flared out just below and fell down to the floor in dramatic folds. Gold designs shimmered in the lights from the elevator and brought out the green in her eyes. She was already regretting the high heeled shoes she had picked out but really there was no other choice with a dress like this. Small pearl earrings and a matching pearl necklace completed the look.

The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 9

Mr Weasley appeared outside of Luna’s house. He’d had a long day at work trying to cover the whole saga about Luna hexing the poor muggle boy.

After knocking on her front door for a few minutes she answered.

Mr Weasley’s attention was lost for a moment when he noticed she was only wearing a towel wrapped around her. Her hair was wet and tied up. Her small cleavage was visible as the small towel left little to the imagination, with her milky legs barely covered.

‘Ermm… Yes hello Luna.’ He muttered, trying to regain his composure. ‘May I come in for a minute to speak to you.’

Luna let him into the house, and after offering him a drink, went to put on some suitable clothes.

‘So Luna, I’ve been investigating a case involving you and a muggle boy in the village.’ Mr Weasley explained.

‘Ohh I’m sorry Mr Weasley, he just got me so upset that I acted without thinking.’ She said in her usual dreamy far away voice, although her eyes were filled with guilt. ‘Am I in trouble?’