My boyfriend (now husband) watched me and my friend kissing and grinding on a group of guys before leaving with them [mf]

Day 6 of my 7 days of stories! Sorry to those who think I’m spamming.

I’m 37 now husband is 39 but this happened way back when I was 19 and he was 21.

If you go through my previous posts you’ll see one about the time I first “cheated” on my boyfriend. This happened about two months later.

There was a UK Garage night at Gatecrasher in Sheffield, a city about 40 miles away from us, and we had decided this would be a perfect opportunity for us to do something he had fantasised about, watch me flirt and dance with other men without us getting caught by anyone we know. I had a friend who knew what we were in to (we are still secretive about it now and I’d say only 10 friends know even though we’ve been doing it for 20 years) and we invited her and told her what was happening, going to a great night out plus I had free rein to do whatever I pleased. She was up for it so we booked it.
My boyfriend drove us up there and in the car there was a real sense of excitement. We couldn’t stop grabbing each other thighs and looking at each other smiling and me and my friend were already drinking getting ready for the night out.
We got to the hotel and all three of us had separate rooms in case I got lucky so I had a separate room to have sex in. Me and my husband had sex as soon as we got there and then got ready for our night out.

[M] a fat man took my wrong virginity

A week ago i dressed like a girl wearing a shirt, transparent yoga pants and a thong, behind it I had a butt plug. After that I went to the park at 3am. Driving my bike with a backpack having a dildo in it.
I found a good spot and sat on a bench and took off my butt plug. I started shoving the dildo inside my ass. It was so fun and thrilling to jump on it while being totally exposed. My cock was so hard, I couldn’t help myself.

I started bouncing on it and it felt amazing. Then i heard something behind me. I turned around and saw a man recording me, I panicked and asked what was he doing , then he asked what was i doing in the middle of nowhere at a time like this. He showed me the video he made, I was so embarrassed waching myself on his phone twerking on a dildo shoved up my ass. I was kneeling on my knees begging him to delete it. 

Behind the Mask, Chapter 19 [fm] [Incest] [Cousin/Cousin]

[Chapter 18](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/s4up6a/behind_the_mask_chapter_18_fm_incest_cousincousin/)

So. My boyfriend had almost killed himself. I’d given him a proper chewing out afterwards, and like before he apologized profusely. It seemed he was feeling better now about the whole situation with Jordan. He had freaked out when he thought that many emotions were stemming from Jordan and not himself, and I’d finally opened up to him and talked about my relationship with my cousin.

It was cathartic, much like when I’d told Coco. This time, though, I was telling it to the person that had a part of Jordan inside him. August realized how similar he and Jordan were, that anything he was feeling wasn’t necessarily foreign. He wanted to see how he would handle any intrusive thoughts or feelings now that he was armed with the knowledge of where they came from, but he made me promise to love him for him, not for Jordan.

I smiled. The two of them might have been the best of friends. How I felt about them now was different. It was so hard to describe. Maybe the One didn’t exist. It really was possible to love another as deeply, without pushing them to fit the whole the other had left. Leon had certainly overcome that hurdle. His words came back to me. *It’s accepting the person as they are.* I realized I’d already passed the point of trying to mold August into Jordan. I loved him for him. God, this was so corny.

[MF] Holding the Moan (or not) on vacay

In my very early twenties a bunch of us took a road trip to the beach, I was one of seven girls with five guys, all piled into hotel rooms and just sleeping wherever. Mostly it was all casual relationships, although I had been dating (and sleeping with) one of the guys, Barry. So it was a given, pretty much, that Barry and I were a couple, even though we had only slept together four or five times by the time we took this trip. Twelve of us then piled into three rooms and five beds, four doubles and a king, plus other people we met would come and hang out … we were all strapped for cash and we just made do, when the maid complained to the desk clerk we took up a collection to bribe them both so they wouldn’t turn us in to the hotel management LOL.

The first night was after the long drive, we were all exhausted. Barry and I slept on the floor, letting others take the beds, and we did play around a little with our hands but that was it — anything more would’ve made noise and maybe been obvious.

Dear Ex [M/F] [Part 1]

We don’t talk anymore, and why would we? Exes don’t usually stay in touch, except for a random unsolicited memory that pops in every now and then. Like what she was wearing (rather, not wearing) that time in the train. Or how he would lift up her legs to go even deeper in her pussy. Just memories, nothing else. Sometimes using those to reach an orgasm late in the night.

Until it becomes real.

I know where you live, i know how your building will let me up without checking with you. And i know that most of the time you don’t lock your door. I just hope you still have that habit- preferably even when you go to sleep. Tonight is such night.

It’s pretty late in the night, I’ve had a few drinks and not thinking straight. And that gives me courage. I sneak past your living room, your mild breathing assuring that you’re asleep. I walk into your room and i see you lying there.

A Father’s Struggle 06 – Old Friends (fiction, family, bond, m/f, con, torture, exhib, teasing, Spying)

I sat in a country club sipping whiskey across from a weathered man my real age but obviously he looked like my father while I looked like his son.

The man picked up his whiskey took a sip before setting it down and speaking, “How long has it been Max?”

I lightly chuckled, “Seven year’s George.”

George Burkowski was a 53 year old man. He stood about my height at 5’10”. His black hair was heavily salt and peppered. His blue eyes showed he still had plenty of life in him. And for being his age he still had a body hiding under his tailored suit.

George was a friend that my company had done plenty of business with his business….and a fellow brother from Delta Kappa Epsilon, though we didn’t attend the same frat or college.

He smiled, “So for seven years I don’t hear a peep out of you and now you come calling asking for help?”

I nodded and spoke, “I wouldn’t go to *anyone*. I’m coming to the best in the business for my need. And last time I checked **you’re** the best when it comes to video surveillance.”

The gang explores Seattle [F]

Happy Friday (or whenever you might be reading this)! I was just reminiscing with my Reddit buddy on old hookups and got inspired to type this one up. Hope you enjoy!

To set the scene, it’s the summer of 2016 in Seattle. I have just (half) moved into my first college apartment, and still have a few weeks until sophomore year starts. I can drink a bottle of riesling and not feel hungover. I have the spare time to go to yoga literally 5 days a week and I have finally found a bra that makes my tits look incredible without stabbing them. Life is good.

Not many people I know are back on campus yet at that point in the summer, including any of my roommates. I get bored within hours of being back and text everyone I knew from school, and luckily three of my guy friends from my freshman dorm – Dan, Adam and Trevor – are all back. They invite me to go on a bike ride, and we hang out basically every day after that, getting stoned and enjoying the summer weather.

I suck dick for tuition [FM] (18F/30M)

Mech eng is tough. I failed my first exam of university last term and I almost cried. The teaching assistant, Kofi, who is also a PhD student, offered to give me weekly lessons to make sure I’m up to speed with the content, and I was so grateful. He’s tall (I would estimate 6’3ish) and slim, wears glasses, is very soft-spoken with a kind demeanour and is from Ghana. We originally had the lessons in any empty classroom we could find but that didn’t work out after a while because there were always classes going on.

So he offered to drive me to his place near campus once a week at 6pm and tutor me there. Our lessons usually lasted an hour or so. About 6 weeks into this arrangement, I started offering to pay him because I felt bad, but he refused payment. The week after, I was dressed way more slutty than usual, because I was going to meet my friends at a party straight after. Picture a tight little black dress that barely covered my butt, heels and full face of makeup with my hair done up. I had debated cancelling on him but I had another exam coming up that I wasn’t feeling confident for.

[MF] Weekend With Meagan 1: The best Blowjob I’ve ever had

Non-story boring stuff first,

If you like this story and want to read more of my stuff, please check out my profile. I have a stickied post with an index to all of my stories. If you have any questions, comments, or just want to chat please feel free to drop me a DM.

I plan this to be 5 stories focusing on the best weekend I’ve ever had. Parts 0 and 3 will have to be entirely from memory, but when I get to parts. 1, 2, and 4, I still have video to go by (NO, I’m not posting or sending it out – this was the deal we made at the time). This series will come out somewhat slowly, sorry in advance.

Part 0 is a prelude. This is the first time I got to sleep with Meagan and some of the lead up to this. Then starts my Weekend With Meagan.

Part 1 is Friday night, the best BJ I’ve ever had and the first time someone made me cum from head alone. Be prepared for a very descriptive story here.

[M] A true story of my early 20s.

[M] I worked at a local city park and we had baseball fields for rent on the weekends but the general public could use them during the week.

One day, I was so incredibly horny and was walking around with nearly a constant pitched tent and you could cut glass with my nipples. Of course, being at work, I was in a bind.

My boss informs me that he is going to town to pick up some tools and that I will be by myself for about 2 hours. This is when my horny mind took a mischievous turn.

I immediately went to one of the public restrooms we have open all day to the general populace. I brought a broom so I could feign “cleaning” as an excuse if my boss cane back early. After I got into the restroom however, the smell of musk hit me. Normally Identifying as a straight-ish guy, I was surprised at my bodies reaction to the smell. My dick got harder, and my nipples were nearly in pain from the sensation of my undershirt rubbing against them. The pink thong I was wearing was begging to come off.