The Principal’s Wench [M40/F18] [nc] to [con] [Mdom/Fsub]

It was the summer before my Senior year of high school and to my surprise our ancient dowdy principal had been replaced by a handsome newcomer to our small town. Not only was he tall, but he had a ruggish handsomeness with a muscular ease to his movement. I’ve always had a thing for older men, but something about the confidence he exuded made me want him even more.

Our town has a small basketball league that many of the local men participate in, my stepfather included. It was here that I first met Mr. O’Connor and sized him up. You can tell a lot about a man by the way he plays basketball. Is he confident or shy? Does he know how to handle a ball, or is he a team player? Mr. O’Connor definitely knew his way around a court. I suspected by the bulge in his shorts, he could handle my plays just fine.

A Special Arrangement [30 MtF] [40s M] [feminization] [sugar daddy] [transformation]

Alexa’s heart was pounding as she walked up to the bar at the exclusive lounge. She had never done this before, but she was excited at the prospect. She strutted up to the bar with pure confidence and sat down to a handsome man wearing a Rolex watch. She turned to him and said, “Hello”. He turned to Alexa and said, “Hi, my name is James. This might be a bit forward, but you are truly a beautiful woman.” Alexa blushed and they continued talking and getting to know each other until James had noticed an hour had passed. He apologized and said, “I really need to get going, but it was lovely talking with you. Could I get your number so that I can call you sometime?”. Alexa happily scribbled her number down on a napkin and slid to to James with a flirtatious smile.”

Later that night, as Alexa ran through the day’s events in her head, she was snapped back to reality by the ringing of her cell phone. It was a strange number she didn’t recognize, but she picked it up. It was James on the other end.

Fireplace

Two days of Siberian cold was more than enough for the wood cabin to be without electricity for the second day. It’s a good thing i had wood ready for the fireplace and didn’t have to go out. The situation outside was serious. That’s why i didn’t bother and immediately lit a fire and put a blanket and some pillows in front of the fireplace. I decide to warm up cabin and drink a cup of morning tea by the fireplace. Thank God for the gas stove. While i was meditating in front of the fireplace, i was awakened from half-sleep by a knock on the front door… i didn’t hear anyone coming to the house, so i got up suspiciously and decided to look through the window of the boiler room first to see what was happening outside. A white car stood in front of the house, with a small discreet sticker of the insurance company. Jesus, I guess the insurance agent didn’t come in this cold, for what? Really, it’s December, what’s he doing here?! As the knocking did not stop, i opened the door. To my surprise, standing on the doorstep was not mine insurance agent, but a rather cold and pale woman, in her late 30s or early 40s, who kindly persuaded me that in order to pay out mine investment insurances, i need to sign disbursement orders and fill in bank details. That we could have arranged it over the phone, but the gentleman does not have a landline number, and mine mobile phone has been unavailable for several days. To hurry, the payment must be made before the holidays. I couldn’t help but smile at all the confusion and kindly invite her forward. I apologized to her in advance and explained that this house, like the vast majority of others in the street, does not have electricity.

[FMF] My husband and I had fun with my bff

If you happened to have seen any of our previous posts, I guess we’re “swingers”. Quotation marks because we’ve only swapped with one couple – our close friends. For now we’re ok with just swapping with them, as we really aren’t interested in swinger parties/clubs/etc.

Anyways, today around noon I texted on our whatsapp group asking if they wanted to come over this evening, order pizza, and just hang out. We all have pretty busy/stressful lives, so getting to hang out, even non-sexually, for an hour or two is always fun.

The husband was too busy with catching up on his work, but his wife Jasmine (name changed to maintain some anonymity here lol) was free and said she’ll come over. I was excited, not because we might actually play, but just because I hadn’t seen her in a while and wanted to catch up.

She arrived around 5pm and picked up Thai food on her way. My husband and I were starving so the three of us sat down right away to eat. After dinner we moved to the living room while sipping at our post-dinner coffees. Jasmine sat on the couch next to my husband and I sat on the loveseat opposite them. We chatted for a while and I was thinking nothing sexual would happen tonight. After all, we’ve been friends for years and still hang out a lot of times just as good friends.

A passionate afternoon with the hot older woman I met at the corner store [M22/F38] [hookup] [strangers] [milf] [cheating]

This story takes place many years ago. I had just left university and was living in a small one bedroom apartment in the heart of a major city. The arrangement gave me a great deal freedom for sexual exploration, and as a younger man I took full advantage of the opportunity.

My favorite thing about that apartment was the small neighborhood corner store directly across the street. It was a great place to pick up a hangover cure, and an even better place to meet older women running mid-day errands.

On this particular day I was in search of the former. As I walked in, assaulted by the high-pitched ding of the entryway sensor, I couldn’t help but notice the woman doing business at the counter.

She was older than me to be sure, maybe late 30’s, clad in a set of form fitting teal yoga pants with the top to match. The glimpse I caught was enough to get the wheels in my head turning.

Cherry Pie (MF) (light dom/sub) (at work)

I’ve been working on this for a while and I think I’ve finally got enough to start posting. More to come.

Part 1

How had he found out who she was? Nothing on her profile lead back to her real identity; at least she didn’t think it did. They both followed the board talking about sexual fantasies. They had been responding to each other’s posts and comments for a few months now and had even started to chat one on one recently. They were kind of getting to know each other. She had even though it would be neat to meet in person, maybe try out some of the things they had been talking about. She still thought meeting up would be fun, but could they now? They worked together. He was a little higher up in the company, but he worked in in marketing and she was over in customer relations. It was a big enough company maybe they could get together.

But how had he figured out who she was?

[MF] Dancing with the (She) Devil

I was going through a dating dry spell and I had a good friend Allie who I had known since childhood who loved playing matchmaker. We had recently wound up in the same city for work and rekindled our friendship. Allie also loved to dance and had recently gotten into ballroom and swing dancing and was keen to drag all her friends along to the studio she went to.

She was complaining to me about only having old men to dance with and how I should come along. She told me there were a bunch of single women who came regularly, and I would probably have my pick of them to dance with.

So it didn’t take too much convincing for me to start turning up at open dance nights. As expected, it was about 50% elderly people, and among the younger crowd men were in very short supply. Allie monopolised me a bit to be her own dance partner for a while, but then started introducing me around.

Cucking a Friend [34M/31F][cheat, cuckold]

“It’s been a long time.” I say as I hug you tightly, controlling the urge to run my hands down to your ass. I feel you push forward against me, feeling the bulge of my soft cock in my shorts.

I pull back and smile, running my eyes over you. Your green eyes stare up at me. With all the desire in your eyes, it’s no wonder that in short order my lips are pressed against yours. I run my hand into your hair, then down your back, indulging my previous desire to grab your ass.

You moan into my mouth, and I feel your hands slide into the lip of my shorts and tug them as you break the kiss and fall to your knees. As you pull my shorts down, my lengthening cock bobs up and hits your chin, sending you into giggles.

You open your mouth and slowly pull the head in. I watch as your lips stretched over it again and again, working your way down its length and coating it with your spit. About halfway down, you start to gag, and more spit runs down my cock onto my massive balls. Finally you pull off my cock and start to stroke it, looking up at me.

I visited a swingersclub with my fwb [24F]

I find the idea of a swingers club fascinating. But I also have to admit I find them a bit scary to just go there on my own (at the one nearest to me women can go alone, men must be part of a couple). The other part is that a lot of people who go there are a lot older than me. While age difference isn’t a big problem for me it is something that makes it a bit tensive for me.

I was talking to a fwb of mine (Let’s call him Dave) in a bar and we talked about sexual things that were on our bucket list. I told him about my fantasy of going to a swingers club, being around people having sex while having sex yourself, the casualness of sex, all those things. He told me he had thought about it too but for a different reason. In his words ‘swingerclubs are an amazing opportunity to fuck Milfs.” We talked about it some more and decided to look into it so that we could go together.

43F Invitation to swing leads to hot married sex[MF]

My husband and I have a small guesthouse on our property which we rent out on short term websites. A few weeks ago we had a couple stay with us, around our age who invited us to share a bottle of wine with them. They seemed nice so we sat out on the patio and had a drink.

The conversation flowed, more wine was opened and the subject turned to marriage and then, not completely out of the blue, because I felt they were trying to get us to talk about sex, they asked us if we had ever been a a part of the “lifestyle”. I was pretty shocked because I have had a few chats about that with people here recently. I pretended not to know what they meant. My husband, genuinely I think, didn’t seem to know and asked them what that was. When they explained it was swinging and talked about the club they belonged to back home he seemed shocked.

It became very obvious they were inviting us to play with them. Honestly, I wasn’t tempted at all but perhaps for the wrong reasons. He was kind of jockish, too much into sports and had let us know he was conservative politically. She wasn’t that cute and a bit dumpy. Definitely not my husbands type at all.