We had a wild night with another couple for our first full swap foursome [Group]

My wife and I opened up our marriage and became swingers a couple years ago. We have many fun stories but here is one of my favorites. This is posted with permission from everyone involved.

My wife, Viv and I were checking our usual apps looking for people for us to meet when we matched with Emily and Blake. We ended up chatting for a while and swapping nudes before inviting them over the next night.

When they showed up the next night, Viv and I gave each other a knowing look, as Blake was definitely her type and Emily was definitely both our type. They were a very good looking couple. Blake was just under 6 feet tall with brown eyes and brown hair. He was quite fit as well. On the other hand, Emily was about 5’4” with blonde hair, curvy hips and a round ass. She had soft lips, bright blue eyes and an amazing smile.

How I [M] 19 became a free use boy toy for a [F] 22 med student my first semester of college

This is an extremely long story by far the longest I’ve written but I promise y’all it’s 100% worth it, Ladies I think you’ll especially enjoy this one. also this perfectly encapsulates my first college party. I have shorter stories on my profile as well ;)

You can skip to the paragraph marked “this one” if your just horny I get some people don’t care about context or background it’s just how we met but I’m telling ya its not a bad read

My freshmen year of college before I joined my fraternity, they had me out for a party during informal rush week. I decided to bring my friend Travis along as well to my surprise the door guy who I’d never met before had my face memorized and let me and my friend right in as soon as we walked through the door we were greeted by a room full of beautiful slutty college girls jumping up and down in various stages of dress and undressed it was a pajama themed party. So the guys just wore joggers slippers maybe a under shirt if you have muscles to show off. The girls…. The girls well the slutty ones outright wore lingerie, the “good girls” wore actual pjs most girls fell somewhere in between some kind of lingerie top with either spanks, boy boxers, or pajama short shorts. was the usual I saw.

Decided to Experiment [MM]

Hey everyone,

I wanted to tell a pretty incredible story that recently happened to me. I am happily married and we have recently opened our sex lives. My wife and I have always been open to new experiences and last year we decided to bring in other people. We met up with a female co-worker last year and had a spontaneous threesome. I had always wanted to try pegging and earlier this year our co-worker was able to experiment with me during a threesome. I loved the feeling of it but I felt like she didn’t really have the skills for anal sex.

I started to wonder how gay sex would feel. My wife is uncomfortable around men and would never do an MMF threesome so I put it out of my mind. Fortunately I would get my chance.

I had received her approval to experiment if it was safe but I never really pushed it. My wife went on a business trip at the same time my best friend was in town. He’s gay and I went over to his hotel room to hang out. He had a couple friends there including a new guy I hadn’t met named Sean. Sean was super attractive, in really good shape. I’ve always been attracted to smooth defined muscular stomachs and he seemed to have one. I ended up talking to him and we had a lot in common. I got his number and we communicated later that night.

[MF] Putting on a show for my neighbor

I (31m) live in a high-rise that is designed kind of like a ‘Z’. So, my bedroom window bumps up to my neighbor’s bedroom window as our two units are at a corner. She is a beautiful late 50s woman, who prides herself on her fitness with curves where it counts. When we occasionally pass each other in the hall she seems like a very nice and outgoing person but we haven’t had a conversation outside of basic pleasantries.

When the pandemic was in full swing and lockdowns were happening, I tended to resort to self-pleasure more often to pass the time and deal with urges. A lot of time, I’d fantasize about her catching me and what she would do, hoping she’d have her way.

[MFF] Our first 3some experience with a girl from tinder

The question we get a lot when people find out we are swingers is “how did y’all get into this?”

We had only been dating for a few months and somehow we got on the subject of: what our favorite type of porn video to watch was? We both said MFF 3some porn.

Maddie and I then asked in unison “what if we had a 3some!?”

She had had one a year or so ago with a girlfriend and a guy who would later became her boyfriend for 6 months, but all in all it was not that great of an experience she said, but she did come away from it with a boyfriend.

We said early on “no friends”. A rule we have mostly kept to this day…we kind of broke it in New Year’s Eve 2019, which could be another fun story to write….So how do we find people? Apps? For some reason we decided to try and meet someone in the “wild” rather than on an app (in our defense we hadn’t realized there were apps for this sort of thing yet). Anyways trying to meet someone while bar hoping in East ATL was quite awkward and we will definitely never try it again.

I want to feel [F, vanilla]

It’s hard to write the things I enjoy writing when I feel disconnected. Maybe that is a good thing. Maybe I should do that more often – disconnect. Write to something that doesn’t exist, to someone that doesn’t exist. So what would I write? What do I want to just… feel?

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I want to feel good on my own.

I want to turn the music up in the kitchen and dance while baking. I want to feel my skin buzz and my head go blank. I want to wear comfy socks without the anti-skid bullshit so I can skate around the title floor. I want to practice camel and scratch spins. I want to focus on the kick drum and pretend my right foot knows what its doing. I want to skip the lyrics so I can’t tell when one song ends and the next starts. I want to lose time without having to apologize.

Reindeer Games: Vixen [M/F, anthro wolf x reindeer, anal, strap-on, femdom, dom/sub, outdoors/public, erotica] (AmethystMare)

A teasing reindeer lady takes a wolf with a nice sized strap-on, out in the public eye…

As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words – please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile!

“I hear you’re good with the ladies, wolf…”

Vixen. A gorgeous reindeer, a little shorter than him but not by much, her eyes glistening with sultry joy. There was a swing to her hips as she sashayed up to him in the frosty air, the other reindeer to her back, though she was glad in a lightly jingling harness that framed her torso. What caught the wolf’s attention the most, however, was the harness around her hips.

Razak panted, ears slipping back submissively…

“Oh fuck…”

“Yeah, that’s what good pups like, isn’t it?”

She smirked, caressing his head, the blue wolf whining and leaning into her touch, though he hardly felt as if he’d had a chance to recover. It was hard enough to have his knot swollen for so long, but to be asked to cum again after all that, well…he’d do it anyway. Who had the chance, after all, to fuck and be fucked by so many reindeer all at once at any other time?

I ghosted her [F] twice, she fucked me [M], came twice, and ghosted me back.

(TLDR at the end)

(Skip to ————————— for sexy time)

That title is a rollercoaster, but let me explain. At the time of the story I was on a couple different dating apps, and was pretty swipe-happy. I was playing the numbers game; the more liberal I was with my swipes, the more potential matches I’d get. Then I could chat with the person and see if they were someone I’d want to meet up with.

I matched with this girl on one of my apps and she sent the first message. Apparently her opening line didn’t do much for me, because I left her on read (a low move, I know). I didn’t think anything of it until a couple weeks later when I saw two new messages on my other dating app. When I looked closer, I saw that it was the same girl. She had sent the first message again, and I hadn’t responded again. After a day or two of me not responding, she sent her second message: “Wow, ghosted on two different apps lol”.

Of course I like older women! I tie them up and breed them in my spare time (M/FF, bd, anal, creampie, ds, Mdom)

It started after highschool, well technically in highschool but nothing physical until after high school.

I grew up next to this neighbor, let’s call her Agnes. Agnes was the free-spirit, unmarried, do-whatever-I-want type. It seemed like when she wasn’t off hiking or skiing or surfboarding in some faraway place she would sit in her backyard, suntanning right under my bedroom window. I had the sneaking suspicion she was doing it on purpose, but I couldn’t tell through her polarized sunglasses (I was not the most emotionally intelligent kid.)

Suffice to say, I had a huge crush on her all through highschool. All of my fantasies revolved around her in some way, although I never thought they would actually happen. We “flirted” which was pretty much her talking to me, smiling and laughing, while I tried to not have a heart attack.

After I graduated highschool, one day while I was home alone, she knocked on the front door asking for help. Turns out her dishwasher had stopped working and since she heard I was going to college, she thought I might be able to fix it. (It should have occured to me right then and there what was happening but again, totally naive kid.)

The Phone Call [MF]

“Can you put your headphones on and masturbate to my voice? Call me. I like knowing you are touching yourself for me.” Your texts appeared on my screen; immediately turning me on. I glance at the clock; 2:04am. We have been texting throughout the early morning hours and I hadn’t expected this. I hurriedly reach for the earbuds nearby and remove them from their case, inserting each bud firmly into place, ensuring a tight fit.

I quickly swing my legs off the sofa where I had been comfortably laying during our very early morning conversation, and bring myself to a sitting position, bolting upright to my feet. I firmly grasp the waistband of my shorts and boxer briefs and in one swift motion slide them downward, allowing the soft cotton material to fall quietly to the floor, as I quickly resume my relaxed position on the sofa.

“Headphones are in,” I excitedly text back, as my finger taps the icon to make the call, heartbeat accelerating as I hear the familiar ring tone in my ears.