That time I met up for coffee with an old fwb [mf]

Honestly this was a while ago so my memory on this is a little hazy, so I’ll fill in the blanks as much as I can. Apologies if I’m not the best at writing! But I thought it was finally time to contribute after lurking for so long. 

Background: Carol and I were friends with benefits for a while. We were very compatible in bed, had similar sex drives and had lots of chemistry, we were really flirty with each other even before we started sleeping together. Carol is Indian-Fijiian, quite small and slim, but with a lovely perky ass I couldn’t ever keep my hands off. We saw each other for under a year or so, before we agreed to end the fwb thing and just stay friends. Though I thought about her often, we had some really hot times, and even after we ended it we were always quite flirty with each other. This story, that I remember quite clearly, happened after we’d called it off, and had met up “for coffee”. 

The time my [F] ex got off in a busy restaurant

I was with my ex for a long time, going back to when we were 16 in high school up until 24 when she finished college. There were certainly many issues when it came to our relationship, but the one thing that never suffered was the sex (which is surprising having been each other’s firsts).

One example goes back to when we were in college. We used to frequent a late night sushi restaurant near campus, which I would describe more so as “economic” rather than delicious. But this evening was pretty ordinary as we left for dinner at about 11:00 PM.

She had me heavily in the mood the second I saw her as she was wearing a thin, tight black dress that was very low cut and borderline too short to wear in most venues. To complete the outfit, she wore 4 inch bright red heels. To paint a picture, she was very petite: around 5 foot, not quite 100 pounds with blonde hair and blue eyes. She had an hourglass like figure, with an amazing ass and D cups to top ot off. To help everyone’s imagination, im quite tall at about 6’5″ and roughly 200 pounds, semi-athletic build with short brown hair and green eyes. There was always a massive size difference between us and I’d be lying to say it wasn’t a kink (funny my current girlfriend is 4’11” so I definitely have a type).

Might be one of the worst things I’ve [F] ever done. It was at a funeral so… [FM] [MF]

Sorry for not being on reddit recently. Been busy with life and family stuff. Also thanks in advance for any prayers or condolences you’re gonna offer. I appreciate all of you.

So, anyway… My aunt died a few days ago. Yesterday we had her funeral. It has been a stressful time. She wasn’t that old and was kind of a big part of our family. At the funeral, there must have been like 250+ people. She knew a lot of people, had a lot of friends and our family in itself is pretty big.

So as the funeral was getting underway and people were arriving to the church, I decided to take a minute alone. I went down this hall and was looking at artwork that was hanging up in it. Eventually I got to this bench around the corner in front of this huge picture of St. Michael the Archangel and his battle with Satan as he cast him out of Heaven.

A [M]isreable [F]arce I Had to Stop in the Middle, or: The Withdrawal Method

Longtime reader, first-time poster. I thought it would be an interesting change of pace to write about really *bad* sex. So here it is: the story of a grotesque little disaster, a recent encounter so obviously ill-considered that it could have ended no other way. It’s what happens when hunger and loneliness dull your senses and dissolve your standards.

It takes place in Israel. I’m 42, dark hair, reasonably fit thanks to yoga. She’s – well, you’ll see.

To start, it hasn’t been a great year. A succession of romantic letdowns, each “unhappy in its own way”, has left me in low spirits, my healthy libido hostage to confusion and over-thinking. I was ripe for rookie mistakes.

I made this one just after a friend’s music show, to which I’d gone mainly to show support. Sitting outside afterwards, I was joined by this petite, almost minuscule, woman I’d seen inside. She started talking to me, immediately volunteering personal information. She had short red hair and wonky eyes, and something seemed *off* about her. Being tiny, she had tiny breasts, tiny hands, a tiny mouth. Her XS pants had to be cinched around her waist. I admit that part of why I ended up with her was to see whether *all* of her was tiny.

My [M 19] son has a thing for my [F 41] girlfriend…

*Author’s note: on the off chance anyone remembers this story from several months back: yes, it’s originally mine and yes I’m going to complete it now.*

My son (19) has been eying my girlfriend (41) for basically his entire life.

It used to be a big joke when he was very young. He (Jake) met her (Courtney) when he was four, she was twenty-six, and I was a somewhat scandalous thirty-five seriously dating someone nine years younger two years after my divorce. He took to Courtney instantly even if my ex-wife (Jake’s mother) did not. Jake’s always been a sweet, affable kid and Courtney – who has no biological children of her own – adored him at once. All the stereotypical jokes in the world have been made about him “stealing her” from me due, perhaps in part, to the age discrepancy or perhaps just because they get along so damn well.

Caught in the Act- Part Two (m/f) (mild BSDM) ( Non-consensual)

In absolutely every scenario I can think of, a good husband would rush to his wife right after she faints. Hell, a good husband would at least try and catch her the second he realizes she’s about to pass out. I left Ellen on the floor as I walked to the refrigerator to grab a beer.

We had both left the normal loving couple in the rear view mirror. She a month or so before beginning an affair and me today documenting her extramarital activities the way a scientist might observe an animal displaying a new behavior.

I’m back in my comfortable overstuffed chair with my fresh beer when she starts to come around. There were no visible injuries as she stands up and walks over to the matching chair. I glance over to make sure the DVD video of them in the motel is paused with her frozen in time sucking Frank’s dick.“You want to tell me how this began.” I say in a surprisingly calm tone.

Ellen takes a moment to compose herself. She’s an attorney after all, not only that I’ve lived with long enough to know how she thinks, or I thought I did.

That time I made a mess of my squeaky clean virgin girlfriend [MF]

It was the summer between high school graduation and freshman year of college. Savannah was my 18-year old girlfriend, the stereotypical Christian school ‘good girl’ repressing a turbo charged sex drive. So while she was ‘saving sex for marriage’, pretty much anything aside from me literally inserting my dick all the way into her pussy was fair game. And that summer, the constant tease of coming close to sex but never actually having it made everything we did feel ten times more tantalizing. Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, right? I felt the need to share this one particular forbidden fruit story. One of many, but a good one, I think.

Savannah had sandy blonde hair down past her shoulders, big blue eyes, and the sexy/fit body of a soccer player, like she was. She also had strict, conservative, domineering parents who kept a close eye on her and pretty much disapproved of me, wholesale.

[FFM]Taught her to suck cock then ended up fucking her.

This girl reached out to me after she saw my videos on reddit and wanted me to teach her how to suck her husbands cock, I accepted and had lessons here and there – it started out on a dildo, then she was open to watching me suck her husbands cock and of course, he was okay with it. We would text and I’d give her tips and she’d send videos, we got pretty close where we would hang out a lot, sometimes with her husband but most of the time without him.

When we were drunk, we would make out but it would only go so far and I really enjoyed it. She was petite, small tits but she was very cute in a timid way that you knew secretly she was kinky as fuck – freckles, 5’7”, straight long black hair. Sometimes she would touch my tits saying how jealous she was of them, then stop then apologize but I always said it was okay.

I use to play with couples before but it wasn’t never really for my enjoyment, I mainly did it before I got to fuck the husband and basically degrade his wife. However when this couple approached me and asking for a threesome – I accepted as I really wanted to see her naked.

Gavin’s Gift

*SNAP*

The fabric of Jessica’s dress found its place against the curves of her ample chest as she released the hem from her hands. The olive green ensemble complimented her brown skin. Her makeup added the finishing touch. Beautiful as those details were, they were easy to overlook. The fabric that had just audibly snapped into place was now straining against the star of the show: her round, full, perky, pendulous, breasts.

Jessica’s breasts always caught people’s attention. Even when she dressed modestly, this beautiful pair announced itself. Her smooth, brown skin encased the plump natural gifts. They were large, fleshy, and fatty, but managed to sit high; protruding from her chest. They always gave a slight bounce as Jessica walked, taunting onlookers.

Jessica knew she was blessed in this department. And, she wasn’t modest, but this dress complimented her natural gifts so perfectly she was taken aback. She looked into her full-body mirror, entranced by her own boobs. Almost subconsciously, her hands made their way to the bottom of her breasts. Her long, gold acrylic nails dug into the fabric if her dresd as she lifted her fleshy pair. She marveled at the weight of them, moving her hands up and down several times to jiggle her braless bust.

Desire [FFM]

Prelude

“Found her!” your wife says as she scans the crowd. “Already we have only been here for five minutes.” Alan follows her gaze and understands immediately why. The girl, because she is young, has mussed wavy red hair, a beautifully soft face. She is done up, dark makeup with red highlights and dark lips. He has a black turtleneck sweater barely hiding the ample bosom beneath it, cinched at the waist with a belt, over a pleated grey plaid skirt that barely covers an overly ample ass, topped off with thigh high black boots.

“Just your type, gothy with big ass and tits.” She slaps you playfully, nearly missing as she can’t take her eyes off this gem of a girl. The lusty desire in your wife’s hazel eyes is unmistakable. That look had been directed at you on more than one occasion. You see he look falter and look up to see the girl join a young guy on the opposite side of the bar. “Damn, she is with that dude.” Sighing she turned back to look at you, slightly crestfallen. “Maybe he will strike out.”