[MF] First Hotwife Adventure

My husband and I have recently gotten into the Hotwife lifestyle.

I eventually found a man I’ll call Blake, that we were both comfortable with. We played with him together multiple times. Then came the night when my husband suggested that Blake and I play alone. I went out of town and invited Blake to come with me. I was incredibly nervous and almost cancelled twice.

I took Blake out for drinks. He was in the lifestyle for awhile but I could tell he was nervous too. He had a couple of drinks and eventually we went back to my hotel. He faced me and asked “What do you want?” I shrugged and told him I have never been with another man alone. He said “That’s a lot of pressure. I guess I better do great.” Then he told me to take my dress off and lie face down on the bed. I did as I was told.

[MF] Fourth date with the drum room girl – let’s go sober

After the last hookup the drum room girl, I was a bit puzzeled. I hardly knew her first name, and had no idea where she came from or where she lived. At school she was to shy to talk to me and funnily enough I was a bit shy about contacting her after the last experience when we flooded classroom 224 with your fluids.

To give you some background about us. I am big guy, former hockey player from a farmer background. Not ripped back then either, but not fat either. A big strong bear. She was maybe something comparable to Michelle Williams playing in Dawsons Creek. More cute than stunningly beautiful, but with big tits for her height, and a delicious round ass. One of a very few blonds I have been with. She looked like a nice and innocent daddy’s girl, with a cute, shy, smile on her lips, and a playful look in her eyes.

Via some mutual friends I had gotten hold of her cell number. Mind this was some years before Snapchat, Facebook and messenger. One night I was studying late I sent her a text. “wanna meet and talk?” No answer for an hour, so I went home. Was just about to jump into the shower when my phone beeped and finally received an answer. “My place?”

Finally, yours [mine]

She squirmed in the barstool. Her thoughts raised. Her hands trembled as she reached for her wine glass.

What was she doing? She wondered. Not for the first time. Not for the thousandth time. But here she was, as inevitably as water running downhill.

A man sat in the stool beside her. Her breath caught, heart threatening to burst from her chest. Was it . . .?

It was not. She deflated, with an ache only she could feel. The man smiled, noticing her gaze.

“Buy you a drink?” Too smooth for complete sentences, this one. She raised her wine glass at him, marveling to realize it was mostly empty.

“Why not?” The man smiled a little wider, eagerly flagging down the bartender for more.

“What do you do?” He turned to face her.

“I sit at the bar, and I wait.” She sat facing the bar still, her heart daring her to keep waiting.

“Waiting for a guy like me to buy you a drink?” She smirked at the way his words brought up butterflies in her stomach. The bad kind. The aching, longing kind.

“What kind of guy are you?”

I thought the stripper was my GF! [MF]

This is a long story about how I was lucky enough to get picked up by a stripper who I mistook as the my ex who dumped me. It is one of those sexy first night hookup stories with some light kinky sex, creampies, and shotty writing.

You can skip down to the SEXY PART if you’re not into backstory.

Oh and yes I am very aware of the apparent self gratulation present in this story. I wrote it when I was really horny, and apparently really lame. I’ve tried to fix it up a bit, but feel free to blow the lame alarm, but it is actually true story.

———-THE BEGINNING———

Unexpected reunion with high school friend [MF]

(If you’d like to skip to the explicitly sexual part, scroll down to the **** section break)

Helena and I became friends in high school our senior year. I had a pretty good social life at that time and spent time with lots of people and made easily my best memories that year. Of all the people I spent the most time with, Helena was one of four, and I considered her one of my closest friends.

I always found her very attractive, she was very much my type being a perky little brunette with big brown eyes and a tight body. She was fairly athletic and you could tell. She had tight, thick thighs and a desirable ass. Most people that I talked to agreed how hot she was.

I was aware at the time that she had a crush on me, and having come out of a long term relationship the previous year that really messed me up, I wasn’t ready to commit to anything serious. With that, on top of knowing her feelings, I never made a move on her because as attracted as I was to her, I genuinely did consider her a dear friend and valued not hurting her or making her feel used. There was one occasion when I spent the night and we ended up cuddling, but it was a friendly encounter and that was it, as much as I wanted it to be more.

[MF] The time I shot myself in the eye

It was in the middle of a whirlwind summer romance. You know the kind-Just food and sex. We were crazy about each other and at 20 we didn’t have nearly enough self control.

Fast forward to the day of….the incident.

We were driving back from school (Community college-She was working on getting into the nursing program and at the time I was working on trying to sort my life out) and she gave me her non verbal sign (Unbuttoning the top button of her jeans and spreading her legs oh so slightly) that she was itching for a romp. We pull over (and jump into my backseat (Blacked out windows were my first investment in that car) and start going at it. (We went to a designated remote hideout. No chance of being interrupted or any surprises)

Now, to fully understand the situation I need to explain a personal habit we had developed with each other. I shall attempt to do this with as much taste and class as possible so bear with me. After my lady had climaxed and I was nearing my “Point of no return” I would squeeze her hips firmly twice so she could position herself to ingest my testosterone and lust juice.

[FF] The last time with my ex

Im a bisexual trans girl, i live as a woman but I have a dick. My girlfriend liked it, but i never did.

This happened back in september.

My and my girlfriend broke up over the summer, but we hooked up one last time a couple of weeks afterwards. She came over while no one else was in, and told me straight away that she needed me inside her. At first, i told her no but she kept begging me to let her in he house.

Eventually, i gave in and we went into the living room where she sat down and motioned for me to sit next to her. I asked “So how are we going to do this?” and she shrugged. “I brought my DS with me, lets work up to sex” and so we played pokemon together for about an hour.

That was long enough for me to warm up to her again, and by he time we stopped I needed to hold her in my arms again. I was a mess inside but i didnt show it.

This thanksgiving I’m thankful for my two friends with benefits. [MF][MF]

So I haven’t posted in a while, but I wanted to again and share some more fun I have been having.

I’m still in a sexual relationship with my ex’s dad. We get together and fuck regularly. I also have a second fwb. He is a classmate. We went on a couple dates, and my fwb suggested that I have sex with him. I was reluctant to(even though he is sweet and cute) but on I second date I went for it. I suggested we go back to his room. The sex was great, and he has a delicious 7 inch cock. We both knew that dating wouldn’t go anywhere, so I suggested he just call me up whenever he needed a release, so that is what he does.

That’s been happening for a month now. I also now know that this will get confusing if I don’t name them.

Josh (my classmate) and I fuck a few times a week. And I still see Mr. Roberts (my ex’s dad) a couple times as well. Mr. Roberts knows about Josh, but Josh doesn’t know about Mr. Roberts. It’s fun, and kinky. I especially enjoy fucking them both on the same day.

my first indiscretion [FM] [cheating]

This happened back in October and I’m still kind of in shock about it. Nobody else knows the details. Even my best friend, who I talk to about everything, only knows that *something* happened. Thinking about it still makes me feel guilty, but also tingly with excitement. I have to tell it somewhere, so hopefully some of you will enjoy reading about it.

I’m 37, and happily married for 8 years. I really have no complaints about the way my life is now. My husband is a great partner in almost every way (including in bed), and my career is very satisfying. But I do sometimes regret that I didn’t… stretch my horizons, if you will, more when I was younger. I was the typical Asian Good Girl, focusing on school, family, and the parent-approved other activities, even into my mid-20s. I wasn’t unhappy, and it’s not like I didn’t have any fun. But the most rebellious I ever was publicly was in going to grad school in the humanities instead of med school. And with only a couple of exceptions, my sex life only involved a few serious BFs over the years. And since I met my now-husband, there hadn’t been anyone else. And I didn’t really want there to be, for real, but a girl can still fantasize.

[FM] Becoming His Camp Slut

(Part 1 will be mostly back story and our first sexual encounter, part 2 will have more strictly sexual stuff. Also, this is my first time writing so any critique will be greatly appreciated)

For two summers, one between high school and college and one in college, I worked as a camp counselor. When I got there the first summer I was recently single and still a virgin, and by the time I left that summer I had been turned into Marks personal slut.

When I had gotten to the camp I showed up about a week after the other staff due to a family vacation the week before, so I was not immediately comfortable being there. Mark took notice of this right away and started being friendly with me, trying to get me involved with the group.

Mark was two years older than me and had been a camp counselor for a few years, he was 5’8, muscular and very clean cut – he came across as a frat bro type, which I later learned he definitely was but there were times where he would surprise me with how nice he could be away from his friends.