My 47[M] Colombian [F] sex slave, sort of.

Preamble:

I read the stories here and call BS on most of them. It seems everyone that can write is a 6 foot 2 college athlete packing a 7 inch cock or a 5’9 blond with huge tits that can deep throat with no training- and how come no-one gets shit on their dick when they try anal.

Saying that I do not expect anyone here to believe a single word of this account because, well because of the wealth involved. My Wife’s family, whom we shall form now on call THE FAMILY is richer than the Kings of Vint.

Also this is a long story with not much sex in it. Accounts of sex all end the same: get naked, have an orgasm, story ends, perhaps with a hint of more sex to come if anyone is interested. Where is the excitement?, the peeking through keyholes, the knowing someone is peeing through a keyhole at you? It’s the other stuff that goes on and around the naked bonking that make a story interesting.

Background:

[MF] Our first day on Sex Holiday in Malaga with photos!

This got longer than I thought it would. If you want to skip to the sexy parts then go to the divider line.

/u/sexincarnate and I met through /r/dirtykikpals while I was working abroad and needing a distraction. We ended up getting along amazingly. All our kinks lined up, we both had insatiable libidos, and she now had someone to describe her prolific sexual history to. She loved that I would spoil her with lingerie, and I loved her exhibitionism in all the slutty things I sent her. And her being in Europe where I frequently traveled through just made everything better. Our first meeting in Italy went amazingly. We fucked non stop and learned that our online chemistry worked in real life too. I had a vasectomy years ago so pregnancy is not a concern, but since we both see other people we get tested before our holidays so we can play with no concern. We now take a couple Sex Holidays a year. In November of 2017 we made plans to go to Malaga on the south coast of Spain, and /u/sexincarnate even found a swingers villa where we could stay for 10 days!

The time I [M] filled my cheating Ex [F]

This happen a few years ago and I still think about it to this day. My friend, let’s call her Morgan, and I dated briefly about 10 years ago and remained very close friends after we broke up. Unusual, I know. We we’re close spend so much time together and even going on short vacations together. We both dated people for various amounts of time but late there had been a growing sexual tension between us.

One November she texts me and asks me if I want to go explore San Francisco with her during a break from school. Know how much fun could be had I quickly agreed. I didn’t think twice about her boyfriend, I saw her as family and that nothing if any sort would it could happen.

She was already in the city when I attitudes and greeted me with the biggest bear hug. We we’re quickly catching up and messing plans for the rest of the day and trip. To save money we booked a two bed private room in a hip little hostel instead of separate beds. Upon arriving to the hostel we find out the reserved room had a problem so they were offering us an upgrade to a single bed couples room with a private bathroom. We accepted.

St. Patrick’s Day House Party. My Husband and His Best Friend. [MMF]

How this arrangement came to be is an even longer story, involving a birthday, my husband, his best friend, the Fiancée, their roommate, and yours truly. It takes place in a sleepy southwest college town in the dead of winter. Maybe I’ll write it down one day, but that’s a long one. This is me [https://imgur.com/I5nS3FG](https://imgur.com/I5nS3FG)

It was St. Patty’s Day. I clocked out late and my adrenaline was high from one of my patient’s crashing on me at the end of my shift, I texted my husband that I was finally on my way. No reply, that was a good sign then, the party was in full swing. I’d be showing up in the middle of it (again). The hosts had told us to stay in a spare bedroom since I’d be coming late anyway, so I packed my bag the night before.

Stripping At Parties (Part 2) [M]

**House Party for my birthday**

This story was a tad bit more straight forward. A friend of mine we shall called Brad said I could hold my birthday party at their house. My friend Liam had gotten me a bottle of vodka for the occasion and maybe wasn’t such a good thing to get me.

As the party got into full swing, I was dancing in the middle of the room. I don’t quite know how it happened but I ended up stripping down to my underwear in a room full of my friends. It was happened pretty quick. Then I had to get Sally to remove my underwear, I didn’t have to the guts to do it myself. I kept my socks and boots on this time as well.

This was when things went sour cause the adrenaline of being nude, mixed with the vodka I had had. I needed to throw up and ran to the toilet. I’m pretty sure I didn’t cover myself when getting sick in the toilet, also Brad had opened the window to the room and was taking pictures of me. There had been some taken whilst I was stripping too.

Taking Emma part 2 [nc]

The two men meet the following night to discuss their plan. It was a bit of shock to Tom at first, both that Emma had a serious rape kink, and that Ben was ok with her exploring it with him. They decided on a night to put their plan in place, and went over how he would enter the house, what he was to do to Emma, and a backup plan in case things did not go well. The planning portion of the night was exciting enough for Ben, he did not know how he would feel during the actual deed.

The fateful night came quickly, Ben faking an emergency phone call from work about systems issue, rushing out of the door to go save the day from this fictitious IT nightmare. Emma feels a pang of guilt as she happily pulls her iPad out, beaming the videos to the large screen in the living room. Her favorite videos in 4k would be treat. She does not dive right into her pink lips while watching the videos, instead staying fully dressed as she watches girl after girl be held down and put through fictitious hell.

The Time We Picked Someone Up On Facebook – Part 3 [MFF, swing, anal, Fdom]

Marie tilted her head and smiled at Nora in the adoring way that made me love my wife so much, “Did you enjoy it?”

Nora’s face lit up, “Oh, hell yeah!”

Marie moved over and started rubbing Nora down as I leaned back to come down from cumming. Watching my wife rub down this gorgeous, petite, naked woman was enough to get me hard again, and I wondered if there was gonna be some more girl-on-girl action while I recuperate.

“Mmmm,” Marie cooed, moving her hands around to Nora’s magnificently large tits,” I think it’s time for some turnabout.”

“What do you mean?” Nora asked. I was betting she thought that the night had culminated in her getting assfucked.

“Nora,” Marie asked in a sultry sing-song voice “You ever fucked a guy with a strap-on before?”

Nora pulled herself up and propped on her elbows, “Are you kidding me?” she asked, turning her head from Marie to me and then back again, “Joe likes that?”

“He fucking loves it,” Marie reaffirmed, “I can go get my strap-on for you if you want.”

The Time We Picked Someone Up On Facebook – Part 2 [MFF, swing, oral, anal]

Marie crawled over to me and looked me in the eyes, “Didn’t you get to cum, baby?” She stood up and grabbed my knees and pushed them far apart. She turned around and squatted slightly until she was slightly above my cock.

She then remembered that we’d promised to use condoms with each other when we have playmates. It’s to make them more comfortable with the condoms we expect them to use. She stands, sighing, and goes over to our travel case of toys and tears a condom off of it’s roll. By this time, Nora was sitting up and Marie, tosses her the condom with a “here, catch!”

Nora looked slightly confused, then realized that Marie wanted her to put the condom on me while she found the lube. Nora tore open the package as I stroked my cock to get it as hard as possible. Kneeling in front of me with her eyes level with my erect cock. She placed the rolled condom on top of it, and holding the tip, swiftly rolled it down the shaft. she gave my dick a couple of good strokes, as if she was being certain of her handiwork.

The Time We Picked Someone Up On Facebook – Part 1 [MFF, swing, oral, anal]

My wife and I had met Nora on Facebook. She’d been lonely for quite a while since her husband left her three years ago, and her attempts at dating had gone badly. We’d seen her post pictures of herself before going out for the past year and more and more, we both were wondering what her huge rack was like under those tight shirts. We contacted her and dropped several subtle hints over the course of a few weeks and eventually began dropping references to swinging.

We gauged her interest as being open to the idea, but were waiting for the perfect opportunity to suggest it. We dropped the hint one night on chat when she said, “I wonder what it’d be like with a couple.” That was the opening my wife wanted. She boby-checked me out of the way and began to take over the chat.

“Marie here now. are you really curious?”

“Yeah. I guess. why?”

“Because we can make that happen if you want.” No one ever accused my wife of being subtle.

“OMG! Are u serius?”

“Totally serious. You’re very nice and you deserve to have fun.”

ACCIDENTAL SWINGERS [mmff] [swing] [oral] [mast] [anal] [facials] [piss] [creampie] [creampie eating]

A few months ago, Valerie asked if I wanted to grab a cup of coffee after our workouts. I barely knew her, but we were friendly and so I said sure. She sported a very elegant diamond wedding ring, so I assumed she had a purpose in asking me out that would reveal itself during coffee. Instead, we just chatted for almost two hours, laughing, touching each other on the hands and legs. Finally, I just had to know.

“So, was there something you wanted to ask me or … was this just a social outing? Because it’s not a date … is it?” I asked, glancing at her ring.

“Oh,” she laughed anxiously, running her fingers over her ring. “No, no. No. I didn’t want to ask you anything. I just wanted to get to know you. I hope you didn’t think this was a date.”

“I didn’t,” I said. “I saw the ring. I just assumed there was something –”

“Nope. Just looking for new friends.”