My wife Anna and I decided to attend a new years eve party with some friends. We have a very open relationship, and there were 2 women attending that I had played with previously. Given the hosts of the party were experienced swingers, we were prepared to hang out or hook up if the opportunity arose. We arrived and the massive top floor condo was already full of 20 people or so. Most of them I knew or at least knew of, so we spent the first little while having a drink and making the rounds getting to know some of those we had never met. I headed into the entertainment room to play some video games with some of the guys (I know, stupid move) and my wife went somewhere with the girls. They get crazy when they drink even if they aren't drunk, so usually i just let her do her thing.
Tag: Straight
Freshman Adventures: Spring Break
Spring Break is, ideally, a gigantic powwow of not-yet-adults baring their bodies and rubbing their skin together as it drips with clear ocean water like they are in a Gatorade commercial (and maybe they are), while muffled hip hop surrounds their souls like an ecstatic Stockholm Syndrome and colors flash in the sunlight that never goes away and beer cascades through the air in slow-motion.
But that isn’t what my spring break was, exactly. By the time my bud Dirk and I arrived at the beach in Miami, large swaths of it were closed off, most people had packed up and left, and it was colder than you’d ever think, all because our college lets out for spring about a week and a half later than everywhere else. By the time we got to the beach, we just stood there, staring. Dirk said; “Let’s go to the hotel.” We did, and we slept.
[M26]et and old [F21]riend at the pub
A few years ago I (m26) had recently split from a long term gf, we had moved into a flat together and as a result of the split she had moved back to her folks and I was on my own. I had a few weekends out with mates to get over that and had people back to my flat for the ubiquitous recently single parties where I had rediscovered the joys of no strings sex, drink and drugs. I was just about over this and wanting to return to normal and thought I would spend an weekend back at the parents in a nearby town just to catch up and reground myself.
I drove to my old local, I had worked there though uni from 19 to 22 and knew all the regulars and older staff pretty well then and lo and behold, nothing had changed too much, some of the older guys had moved on but mostly same old faces same old stools. I bought a few drinks, they were happy I remembered their orders and good time was had by all. Just as I was heading home I noticed a girl I used to work with, she was a bit of a clichéd “little sister” to me when I worked as she was just 16 and a waitress in the restaurant, I had to defender her honour a few times with the drunks and kicked a few regulars out for the night for getting a bit inappropriate. I used to drive her home after her our shift and made sure she got home safe.
Within Reach [fsub][M][bd][voy]
Stick to the Plan
Lauren had always been into restraints. Ever since she was a little girl she has been fascinated with ropes, chains and later handcuffs. But not like this. Never like this. Now and again she had tied her wrists together or padlocked a chain around her ankles. But this was something bigger. This had a clear motive. Was she actually going to do it? Was she really going to tie herself down? The idea had been circling her head for a week. No matter what she did she just could not shake the idea of being bound. It was new and novel and… strangely arousing.
Door to the bedroom locked? Check.
Ankle ropes attached to the feet of the bed? Check.
Padlock by the headboard? Check.
Rope left over to tie the wrists? Check.
It was all very carefully planned. Lauren was going to lay down on her back on the bed. Then she would be able to tie her feet down, one at each foot of the bed. Finally she was going to tie her wrists together and use the padlock to secure her hands against the headboard. She had not been able to think of a means to escape, so she left the key in the padlock. Would not want to get stuck.
Wife put on quite the show for her blind friend [f] [m]
This blind man, an old friend of my wife’s, he was on his way to spend the night. His wife had died. So he was visiting the dead wife’s relatives in Connecticut. He called my wife from his in-law’s. Arrangements were made. He would come by train, a five-hour trip, and my wife would meet him at the station. She hadn’t seen him since she worked for him one summer in Seattle ten years ago. But she and the blind man had kept in touch. They made tapes and mailed them back and forth. I wasn’t enthusiastic about his visit. He was no one I knew. And his being blind bothered me. My idea of blindness came from the movies. In the movies, the blind moved slowly and never laughed. Sometimes they were led by seeing-eye dogs. A blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to.
One of many stories I accumulated during my time whoring around the Army single soldier barracks.
As a civilian I wasn't introduced to the military party life until i was 19 and a girlfriend of mine dragged me along to help me get over a recent breakup I was going through. I was instantly hooked and spent the next 5 years living the wildest lifestyle you could possibly imagine. This is just one of countless stories I have accumulated.
I was 20 y/o and at the time i guess you could say I had a "boyfriend" but I viewed him more as a guy I could go to if I needed something and no matter what it was I could count on him to give it to me without giving him literally anything in return. So one night his roommate was throwing a huge party in their room but my "boyfriend" had duty that night so he would have to miss it.
Around midnight the party hit its peak and as countless faces poured in and out of the room the supply of alcohol only seemed to increase which of course led to my all to common over consumption. Having a year of partying with single military men under my belt had taught me quite a lot but the most valuable thing I learned was this: single military men have money and are all to willing to give it away. So after some trial and error I found my niche; stripping.
Finally telling what we got up to at the swingers club in Brisbane
Ok. Some of you may remember our posts . We missed out on the Halloween party. But we did manage to have time to go to a club on the 22nd. We stayed at the motel we stayed at before. Not cheap. But not to dear (We live on the Northside of Brisbane. Only 2 clubs are both on the Southside. A good hour and a half drive) J and I were discussing what our boundaries would be this time. J has only in our past given head to the other guy. (Have played with 5 guys together ) He has not been allowed to touch her anywhere. I have seen her lose it once while she inexplicably turned around while given a guy head and hovered her pussy over his face. . He managed to tongue her clit twice. She came on his chest! … but said that it was from her sucking .. not him licking. And she felt a little ashamed. I reassured her that I loved it! . This is going to take a while to tell. So may have to do in installments. If you haven't seen our posts or know how we play. Please check out our profile.
We do NOT do the cuckold scene. We LOVE each other. J loves to give pleasure (she is a nurse. . And has an oral g spot! Lol) I adore her and love watching her giving pleasure. . Both straight.
Love her more than I could've ever imagined. . Ps. We are both in our early 50s. . Won't link pics cos I have no idea. See our profile. Will continue this tomorrow. J off to work and I am working early in the morning. We only get to see each other 12 days a fortnight.
Crushed-velvet, crushed pussy: holiday party trouble (f/m)
Company holiday parties are a clichéd, sexual minefield… which is why I didn’t get into trouble ‘til the after party ;)
A bunch of us rolled up to a karaoke bar after the main event on the Thursday the week before Christmas – the younger employees; the single folk; the don’t-stop-until-close partiers. I was in a green, crushed-velvet skater dress, tights, and gold heels. Of course, my thick brown hair was curled and my lips were a bright red – all in all, a more conservative look for a company event.
As some of us were talking, one of the older guys brought me a drink. He’s in his mid-to-late forties, tall and broad (maybe 6’2), with that touch-of-gray hair that I always fall for. He’s still in a suit, albeit, the tie is loosened. Still handsome, but in a weathered way. I know he’s a coworker, but in my drunken state, I struggle to place him. I sipped my drink as we chatted – mostly about what we like to drink and what we do outside of work.
“I do yoga a few times a week,” I said.
“I can tell.” He winked.
About Last Night (Xpost from /r/sexover30) [NF] [m/f]
About Last Night – A love letter that I wrote to my wife yesterday.
I'm still in ecstasy from last night. I could have happily stopped after eating you out while I was lying between your spread legs. I had these little orgasms just from playing with you, my hardening cock pressed against the mattress. It felt soooooooo good and wonderfully erotic, knowing that you were reading naughty stories while I made your body my play toy. It literally took my breath away a few times, forcing me to come back up, gasping for air, my face wet with your juices. It was a state of euphoria for me. The sounds you were making. The scent of your pussy. The view of your perfectly groomed and swollen vulva. The soft and slippery feel of your clit. My brain went on overload, unable to keep up with everything my body was sensing.
[m/f+f] My NYE: Sex toys, Skype and Champagne
Ahh New Years! Drinking, singing old Scots language songs, balls dropping, what isn't to love?
Typically, the wife and I shun anything having to do with being social on NYE. Sometimes we'll have a few friends over, or host a dinner party for a small group, but more often than not, we settle in, drink a bottle of good champagne and fall asleep before 11:00. This year, that's what was supposed to be the plan, and it started out that way.
As usually, this involves my wife, Amy, and our dear friend, and sorta fuck-buddy, Carrie. Amy is 5’2”, very thick and curvy, with substantial breasts, typically a DD bra size, I think. She just died her hair almost black, and it's now cut short, almost a pixy cut. Carrie is at least 5" taller than my wife. She's very active in the roller derby scene in our town, and works out almost every day. I've known her forever, and growing up she was very much a tom boy. Her hair is naturally red, and she always has some kind of "flair" in it, either dyed streaks, or highlights or whatever. Her breasts are smaller, but a nice handful, topped with small pink pierced nipples. Her ass is fantastic, full, round, and firm. She's strong, without being masculine, and now that derby season is in full swing, she's straight up cut.