[Group] Epic end to a classy swingers party at a castle in Europe

Aa a naughty surprise for my birthday, Rick had bought us tickets to a classy swingers party at a beautiful castle in Belgium . We had talked and fantasised about it a couple of times, but this was actually our first time we went to such a party and we had no idea what to expect.
We had booked a little hotel near the venue and prepared for the party. The dress code was Black tie for men and sexy lingerie for the women. I love men in tuxedo and Rick really looked the part. I had bought a special outfit for the party, showing off my body, especially my large natural breasts.

[FM] Fucking a Stranger

I thought I would start posting some of the more interesting encounters I have had over the years. Happy to hear feedback!

This happened a few years ago, when I was living in Montreal (I’m now in Seattle). I was on a swingers-type app, and had gotten a match and a message… “I think your pic is sexy, and I have always wanted to fuck a stranger… Are you interested?”.

Straight to the point, and the pic accompanying the profile looked promising. We exchanged a few messages setting basic rules (safe sex, a safeword just in case), and agreed to meet at her place the next afternoon.

Mary (names have been changed), sent me one more message indicating she was nervous, but excited, and I responded that I felt the same… It seemed to take forever until the next afternoon arrived, but eventually I found myself at her front door, and knocked, probably a little hesitantly… I never think these things are real, until they are…

Losing my virginity to a squirter [MF]

Sorry this is kind of long, with a lot of background. The actual sex part is denoted by the line. Hope you enjoy!

When I went to college, it was the first time in my life where I met and hung out with girls on a regular basis. It’s not like I didn’t know girls in high school, just at that point in my life me and my buddies were more interested in smoking pot and playing video games and ping pong in our parent’s basements. So fast forward to freshman year, I am living in a coed dorm, and am surrounded by girls! Now don’t get me wrong, I was/am no lady killer, but I it was a pleasant change having pretty girls around to hang out with other than just seeing in classes.

River floating and a MILF-ish [mF] [public] [premature] [long]

This happened back in my early years of college when I went on a good ol’ float trip with a group of friends from school. In Texas (at least) when people ask you to go floating or tubing with them it always means getting your innertube ready and buying/drinking as much alcohol as humanly possible. Tubing is the best place to soak up the hot Texas summer sun as you lay back, drink and embark on a 3-4 hour float with your best friends and good music. Most of the time it’s usually one or two hours of drinking heavenly and one to two hours of being shit face plastered and trying not to drown.

On this trip it was 10-12 of us. Chase was there and at the time him and I were just becoming great friends so we still kept our cool around each other. Mostly trying to impress/not make living together as roommates a nightmare.

Last weekend..got off with [m]y [f]riend’s wife

Hello there, long time lurker of this sub and I have always considered submitting a story. Most of my stories worth writing about are from 5+ years ago and I’m better with the details when it’s fresher in my mind
I’m still trying to comprehend and process an interesting experience occurring during a party at my place this past weekend. There is a bit of backstory I give that I suggest you read to give you some context to the encounter and even may help you provide some advice when you’re done reading. I guess the upside of this happening is that it that prompted me to write my first submission for the sub– I hope you all enjoy, and feel free to comment. Used a throwaway because wife and friends are aware of my everyday /u/
 

 

This past Saturday, my wife and I had decided to throw a house warming party at our high-rise condo we had just bought. We invited a few of our married friends over with plans to enjoy the beautiful weather with some drinking, pool floaties and BBQ’d food.
I could bore you with the details of each of the four couples that came but this story is about the couple Ryan and Hannah, who were actually the only two guests I had actually cared whether they were coming or not.
 

Tuesdays in Chinatown [MF] [bd] [Mdom] [swing]

She couldn’t take him to meet her parents. After all, he was black, and her parents were 1st generation Chinese. They would never accept a black man in their house. But he wasn’t really black, not a deep chocolate black. He was a yellow nigger, a Mandingo half breed with enough white blood mixed in that when you saw him you may pass him for Italian or German or something. But what he missed in the skin color department he made it up in bed.

But he wasn’t just black, he was married. He was her forbidden fruit and she could wait to take a bite of this apple every time they met, in a shady hotel in Chinatown. They were mismatches in many ways. She was five foot one, he was six feet tall. She barely weighed 100 pounds soaking wet. He was 200 pounds easy. He was muscular. She was frail. And when they first met and their eye locked, she could see a fierceness in his eyes, and he saw a kind and playful pet.

Good Morning [MF][Cheating]

I slowly come out of my slumber as the door opens. She calls to me. I open my eyes and see her standing in the doorway of the guest room, wearing only her sleep pants and a tank top. God, she’s beautiful. I swing my legs off the bed and give a stretch, feeling that my morning wood is at full attention and begging for some, well, attention. I stretch out my arms and ask for a hug. She comes close and I stand up to wrap my arms around her, pulling her close, letting her feel what I feel. I hear her gasp. She drags her nails lightly down my back, provoking a shudder.

I pull away from her. She looks up to me, lust clouding her eyes. I lean in to kiss her. She doesn’t pull away, confirming that her husband’s gone to work. We share another kiss, just as wrong as the others before, but the love is so strong. I run my hands up her shirt and across her bare back, beckoning a moan from my mouth to her. She pulls away and puts a finger to her mouth. She suspects that her husband suspects, and isn’t entirely convinced that he doesn’t have the house bugged.

[group] A fun weekend trip turns nude- Part 2

Per your requests I added names with the first initial matching those from Part 1. Between Parts 2 and 3 I’ll go back and add the names to 1 for you folks. Thanks for reading so far!

Continued from Part 1:

….” So there the five of us were, sitting, drunk, horny and pretty much butt naked with only a few options left. At that point, considering everyone’s adrenaline fueled intoxicated horniness, Truth or Dare was the obvious next activity.”

Before starting the game, we adjusted the room temperature and removed the table we used for blackjack. We sat in a circle beginning with me, then to my immediate left was Kate, to her left was Chris, then Tara, and sitting on the edge of the bed next to Tara, was Marie, who completed the circle. We set a couple ground rules so that everyone was comfortable. The rules were as follows: No male on male action AND Chris and I could not perform sexual acts with each other’s girlfriend. The latter, I may reconsider nowadays.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 8

(Lucas)

It shouldn’t have been as easy as a weekend with my hot brunette to turn me into a creepy face-gazer like that powdered donut from those vampire novels. The orange rays invading from the east-facing windows lit up her serene face into a warm glow, and between that and the fact she was naked underneath the sheets except for my college tee had my mind split between thoughts of adoration and perversion.

Hickeys on her shoulders and hair all wild and disheveled from being clutched in my fist – Princess Diaries liked a tasteful amount of hair-pulling –, she looked even more perfect than usual, my personal touches adding a sense of customized well-fucked that fed my urge to dominate and claim. I brushed a few strands of displaced hair out of her mouth, and took a deep breath in my newfound place of zen.

This became my ritual, and it was the same yesterday, and the morning before that. She stole this opportunity from me the first time she was here, and I wasn’t about to let that slip away again. It was a warm June morning, and all I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and bury inside of her, but I needed to get into work today and knowing what a time freak she was, she’d probably slap me for letting her sleep this late, but she needed her sleep.

The Sex was Getting Old, So … [MF] [mf] [swing] [oral] [mast] [piss]

It’s 10am. I’m walking into my office – late again – and I see this guy. I don’t really know him, but we always say hello. I ask how things are going and he pulls me aside and says, “Actually, and I can tell you this because I don’t really know you — fucking awesome.”

“Oh, shit,” I say, highly intrigued. “Go on …”

“Well, my wife and I have a kind of … arrangement. And usually, she does her thing, I do mine, but last night, our “things” meshed, if you know what I’m saying.”

“Listen,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “I’m old and my wife and I are clueless as to what all you young kids are saying. I have no fucking clue what you’re saying.”

He chuckled. “We have an open marriage. I fuck whoever I want. She fucks whoever she wants. Last night, we ended up at the same restaurant with our fuck buddies, so we decided to eat together. And then, we decided to go home together. I guess that makes us swingers, you know?”

“I see …” I said. “And you’re telling ME this because?”