The first time my wife cuckolded me (MFM) Cuckold, Threesome, Cum, Bi, Orgasm

My wife and I have been married a few years now. We have a strong relationship that has, to be honest, taken a long time to build. Good marriages rely on communication and mutual satisfaction.

Around two years ago we were going through a rough patch, our communication was way out of whack and our bedroom was as good as dead. I discovered that she was attempting to have an affair or affairs – to be specific. I wasn’t aware at the time but found out pretty fast that my wife had a lot of fetishes that our relationship wasn’t satisfying, the main fetish being group sex – gang bangs, specifically. when I discovered my wife’s efforts to fuck other men I reacted very differently from what I expected – no anger, just… arrousal. I learned that I was actually very, very turned on by the idea of my wife fucking other men.

This blossomed into a whole new era of our relationship – one that we continue today.

So let’s take a journey back to that first time. The time I watched my wife fucking another man right in our bed and had the best orgasm of my life.

Making her squirt in my mouth. (The Buildup) [M/F, Cunnilingus, Edging, Begging/Pleading, Rough/Passionate]

Last night I slept with her in my mind. I wasn’t just missing her. I was craving her… her presence, her body, her taste, her heat… everything. I slept for about 5 hours, and then I was awake. Yes, with a morning wood… I was hard a rock, and then I was craving her touch even more. I just wanted to push her on the bed, pin her down, clench her hair in my fist pulling her head close to my cock, and just shoving my throbbing cock straight down her throat forcing her against me to keep my cock buried deep in her throat as she gags on it and I pound her throat mercilessly until I blow my thick warm load down her tight sloppy throat. I was throbbing and dripping precum already, the veins on my cock were ready to be pushed by the insides of her soft, warm, creamy pussy and in an hour I was gonna see her.

Sad Daddy Craigslist Cry Fuck [gender ambiguous mc] [masturbating to the impossibility of human connection] [melancholy]

**Personal Fantasy**

If you’re like me, you think humans are weird. Fascinating from behind the fishbowl glass of your computer, but too much to handle at any distance closer than thought. So you read pages and pages of people’s desires online. Dial-up admissions in all lowercase and bad grammar of what people want to do, and more often want done, to them. Look at you—what a proper horny scientist, you are. 

If you’re like me, you think of browsing the Craigslist Personals as *science.*

Hopefully, you are not like me. 

Here is what I know: A single refresh of the Personals contains more unfiltered truth than a thousand Catholic confessionals. Brutal truth and hurt and hope. 

Sometimes I start with the Missed Connections to get myself going. See a stranger, and in the space of a moment imagine your whole life with them. It’s happy, and then the moment is gone. Connection missed. Pick up the pieces of yourself and take them to Craigslist and compose a post. If they feel the same, maybe they will too. Maybe you’ll see their post. Probably not. In all my browsing I’ve never actually seen two that correspond, but no one posts their story because they expect resolution. 

[M]y first ever sexual experiences (with my brother)

I’ve never shared this with anyone before and I had almost forgot about until recently when I started wondering whether it could happen again..

My whole life growing up I had to share a room with my brother, we’ve always got along reasonably well but things took a twist in our pubescent years.

I can recall vividly the night it all started, we had both just gone to bed and I was pretty certain he was asleep. I opened up my tablet and started watching porn. It took about 5 minutes of me laying there rubbing my dick to the rythm of thrusts on the screen before I noticed him looking over. This took me by surprise and I pulled my duvet up my body to instinctively hide my embarrassment. He sat up straight away and said “it’s alright, can I come watch?”

Reunion [MF]

*This is my first real erotic story sooo sorry if it’s shitty*
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Marilyn was a very old friend of Nathan’s. Their moms had been friends since before they could remember and they grew up together. When they were thirteen though, her dad job a new job and she had to move away. Now, after nine years, they were finally meeting up again.

Nathan lived in a big city apartment and Marilyn was looking for a job in the same city. Nathan had generously offered to share his apartment while she looked for a job and a place to live. Now she was going to arrive any second. Nathan nervously paced his living room. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. She was a childhood friend, so he knew her very well. But maybe she’s changed. That’s what made his nervous. Suddenly, he heard the doorbell ring and he hurried to the door and opened it to greet Marilyn.

She wore a short, yellow sundress that complimented her pale skin well. She had always worn bright colors. Even when they were children. Her long, straight black hair was just the way he remembered it. All of the way she looked was the way he remembered her. Except now she was all grown up.

CUCKHOLDED by a BBC [MFM]

[MFM] No real names were used
SEXUAL I WENT INTO DETAIL

Backstory I’m 18 my friend Emily is also 18 and she has been talking to me on ft about how much she wants BBC and a threesome and how her friend was with a bbc and loved it a few

weeks later she puts me in a group chat with a guy named Jared he’s 19 (black muscular has a six pack ) we talk we find out we’re all in the same neighborhood Emily says she has a day when her parents aren’t home me and jared

walk to her house her house was huge she opened the door wearing a sundress me and jared walked in Jared and her sit on the couch I go to the bathroom I come out and see Emily on top of Jared kissing I try to make as much noise

as I can I get water for us she hops off him her face red I give them water we chill on the couch things escalated Emily says we should do a tour of her house and bedroom ?we walk upstairs her bedroom was really cold so I got soft

How I Lost My Babysitting Job

So… I’ve always been a good girl. Not a perfect girl — but I don’t sleep around. There was that one guy when I was younger, but he dumped me when he got what he wanted, and I learned from that. Since then, I’ve kept my legs together, and now I’m nineteen. If I’m gonna be honest… guys my age are immature jerks. They are all over me for free handouts, and that’s not as flattering as they think.

And my parents are after to me to figure out what I’m going to do with my life, since I don’t have a college gig planned yet, and I’m not in a serious relationship. I’m doing part time at Hooters (don’t even fucking say it) and babysitting on the side. Hooters is good money — the tips are like triple what you get anywhere else. Yes, I know what the word objectification means, but the guys that eat there are less crude than what I see outside of work. My parents don’t love it, but they are the ones charging me rent, so I have to do something. So I figure it’s a start. It beats saying I’m still babysitting at nineteen.

Atlantis, Chapter 2 [M/F] [less sexy and more plotty, but still fun I hope]

Lily was right. It must have been very nearly exactly ten minutes from her walking out the door of my cabin to the dinner-bell chiming softly throughout the whole ship. And now here I am, halfway down a long table with a crisp, clean napkin on my lap, and a crisp, clean plate in front of me. Here and now is my *body*, at least, alongside all the other passengers– but my mind?– my mind is back in my cabin, back in ten minutes ago, fifteen minutes ago– back inside Lily.

I spent most of the last ten minutes washing my hands, my fingers, over and over, scrubbing deep and rough, trying to get rid of her smell, and why?– I love her smell, I want to keep smelling her smell, and I washed well, I think, I can’t smell it anymore, or only barely, but I’m absolutely sure that everyone else at this table can smell it. All of them know, I’m absolutely sure. Jeffery is sitting across from me, our Head of Acquisitions, and we’re chatting half-mindedly about the latest novel from Georgia Yannis, coming out in June, and how much of the Romance market it’s going to grab.

Birthday Present [MMF/BI]

Before my 45th birthday, my wife of nearly 20 years asked me what I wanted.  We were driving at the time, so I didn’t have to make eye contact with her.  After some back and forth and some cajoling, I finally admitted I wanted to be with a man, to have that experience.  She was understanding and maybe even a little aroused to know that my laces maybe weren’t as straight as she thought.  

The drive was a long one and after leaving the subject, she came back to it, to see if she could figure out my “type.”  Again, I was grateful to not have to make too much eye contact, but I was enjoying being honest about this.  I did have a type, even a specific man in mind, and as I gradually painted the picture for her, my cock stiffened in my pants. This was turning me on in a huge way.  

I’m 6′, 175 lbs and athletic. 7″ circumcised cock. I work out daily.  My type, though, was somewhat different.  As eliptically as I could, I described one of my wife’s coworkers, Tony: 35 YO, 5’7″, rolly-polly, Hawaiian-Filipino, gay man. 

The Time My (21F) Got Blackmailed By My Little Brother(18M) {MF | Bro/Sis | Blackmail | Reluctant}

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Part 1

During my second year in college, I was staying at home with my family to save money. This left me living with both of my parents and worst of all, my annoying little brother. College was tough to keep up with my grades because of the workload and amount of invites I got to party or hang with friends. I tried to split my time up evenly for fun and school work but was not very disciplined. My grades were starting to slip early in the semester. By the time spring break was coming up, I was basically failing most of my classes. I knew that I was close to being kicked out by the dean for flunking out. This ruined my spring break plans since I needed to stay home to hide the grades coming in the mail. Luckily my parents worked 9 to 5 on the weekdays so I would be the only responsible one home. My brother would likely be asleep until the afternoon anyway.