From being a couch potato to a public [FFFM] – an escalating night [F]

I (F28) was sitting on the couch of a friend, all comfy, under a blanket with a cup of tea. I canceled my wild plans, I felt too tired.

Until my phone rang: ‘What are you doing tonight? Cause we are going ooooout!’, my friend (F28) shouted out. These are the friends you need. We decided the party at Church would be fun, since this was my original plan anyway. I rushed home and out came my kinky mini dress, big leather choker and lots of make-up. In the train I was cursing myself: what am I getting myself into tonight?

My beautiful friend was wearing a black body, a choker with a small leash and stay-up stockings. I showed her around: ‘Look, this is where I fucked last week’ and soon we were standing on the dancefloor. I loved how wild and free she danced. She is a person with big sensual energy which rubbed off on me. We felt like going on crazy adventures.

[M]y wi[F]e and I went to a nudist swingers spa, and had fun with two other couples [Group]

**Background**

One day, when my wife and I were still dating and not yet married, we took a long walk and had an in-depth discussion about how we were both kinky freaks. Since then, our sex life has always involved a lot of experimentation. She loves to be dominated, spanked, and fucked hard, but also loves to peg me and be in control. We’ve both gradually realized that we’re not entirely straight, and love talking about her getting topped by a woman with a strap on, or me sucking cock while she watches. We both love being naked, and have sought out naked spas wherever we travel to. It’s great to be married to someone who is as horny and open minded as you are.

My wife is a little above average height, brunette, with amazing large tits and a great ass. She is pretty, gregarious, interesting. I’m 6’2”, a former bean pole getting larger in my 30s, fairly normal 6.5” cock (though people tell me it’s thick). I am a generic, innocuous white guy. Go to a Bon Iver concert, find 1000 of me. I married up, she married me. We’re not fitness models, but we’re not out of shape. Normal people.

[M]otorcyle ride and Orgasms [F]or Her

Here in this story, I was 24, just finished first year of Med school and felt like a badass. I was crushing it there. Near top of my class. MD seemed like a for sure rather than a far away dream. So, now that it was summer break, a small one any way, I was once again on the hunt for an erotic and open and sexual, and hopefully sensual encounter with a woman or group. I open to all women size, age, shape, and race. Just be open and horny and ready for fun. To craigslist I went.

I found an older women, say early forties, with a picture showcasing her mixed iron gray and black hair, and a small Native American tattoo above her left tantalizingly semi sagging breast, and a cute smile. All she said was that she was looking a man with a motorcycle to give her a ride and then take her back to her place to then let her take advantage of them. Sign me the fuck up.

Pillory Party

[I did not write this, but found it on the internet decades ago. The original source has gone offline, so I’m reposting here.]

Pillory Party (Hetero sex, Interracial, Public sex, B/D, Gangbang, NC?)

My husband is a genius. He’s an electrical engineer, and he works on a large cruise-ship.

But let’s start with first thing first. Ever since we met, and this is also why we met, we have both been interested in bondage and exhibitionism. We’re not into any real SM-stuff, but we’re turned on by the immobilization that comes with light bondage, and we’re both somewhat exhibitionists in the sense that we like to have sex on more or less public places, not with an audience, but with the danger of getting an audience, so to say. This has brought us into numerous situations where we have almost been discovered, but we’ve never made any scandals or public disturbances like other people I have heard of.

A Night on my sailboat [MF] [MM]

AN EVENING ON MY SAILBOAT (A 100% true story.)

When I was younger I was a partner in a beautiful thirty two foot Catalina sailboat.
My boat was docked at Monroe St. harbor.
I didn’t have the money to have a berth on the dock and had to settle on tying up to a can.
Cans are buoys that are evenly spaced out in the harbor.
The only way to reach your boat is to ether have a small dingy or to use the tender boats.
These are basically water taxis that would drive you over to your boat.

Here in Chicago we have a tradition called Venetian Night.
People dress up their boats and often join the parade of boats as they motor around the harbor and lake shore.
Other use it as just another excuse to party on their boats (As if boaters need a reason to party.).
Traditionally I would just invite a couple of friends and stay moored to our can as we grilled our food
while drinking an excess of beer.

Hailey Gets Pulled Over [Mf] [Interracial] [Cop] [Blowjob] [Creampie]

***This is a continuation of a previous story, I’ll link the other parts in the comments. -Vivica***

I was driving home from getting my hair done thinking of my sexy black neighbor Mr. Chapman. I showed up to my appointment late because of traffic and almost had to give up my spot, but the appointment after me arrived early so my hairdresser took care of her first and then did me after. I got myself a cute bob with bangs, like Ramona Flowers from *Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World*. I kept the color my natural red instead of doing anything neon like Ramona. Traffic had lightened up by the time I left my appointment, so I was cruising home with my new do and a flurry of thoughts.

The last time I saw Mr. Chapman, my sexy neighbor, he was in his hot tub and I watched him from my window. It was a perfectly innocent exchange and… OK, I’m lying. I watched him masturbate in his hot tub while he watched me do the same from my bedroom window. There, I said it. That was almost a week ago at this point, and he’s been stuck in my head since.

[FMFM] Did a fourway make me switch sides? Now I’m dating a girl!

I’m back. I know it’s been a few months since you’ve heard from me, I’ve been busy. But this past week, I have the naughtiest of stories, perhaps the kinkiest I’ve ever been. Oh, and for those of you that have been asking, you finally get to know my real name.

This week has been a blur, and by blur I mean a blur of bodies. Last weekend I went to my best friend’s house for her boyfriend’s 30th birthday party. Her boyfriend, ah, I’ve stared at my ceiling and fucked myself with a toy with images of him on more than one occasion. I want nothing more than for him to ravish me, behind Amy’s back of course. I want his lips on every inch of my body and his cock wherever the fuck he wants to put it. I want him to make me his own.

My [M] Wife [F] And I’s Wild Introduction to Swinging.

It’s been almost a week and my brain is still processing the experience that my wife and I shared. Maybe sharing the story will help so here goes.

A little backstory first. My wife and I both come from extremely conservative fundamental Christian families. I even spent my entire school life in fundamental Christian schools. As such, sex has always felt taboo even after we were married. I know it’s unhealthy but it’s hard to shake that much programming. Even though I have been an atheist for years, the impulse to hide anything sexual in nature is still there.

My wife admitted to me years ago that she once lightly made out with a girl at a party years ago and that she was very turned on by it. She dealt with shame and confusion over this for years as a result of her background though so could never process it healthily. My wife is also rather well proportioned. I have always found her very attractive but she has a hard time being naked in front of me. Bedroom intimacy is usually lights off or requires some degree of coverage for her.

Immortal Love, Chapters 19-21 [magical realism] [one man, three women] [“Daddy,” oral, vaginal, S&M] [no incest] [all characters 18+]

# Just here for the sexy bits? It’s all sexy.

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**Writer’s Note:**

Hey y’all,

***exhale***

It’s D-U-N DONE. Finally.

Now I have to completely focus on my manuscript, so if I’m responsible, you won’t hear from me soon.

Thanks for reading.

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# Chapter 19

*Marco*

I wander around the palace while I wait for Anais. I’ve spent hundreds of years acquiring the art and decor. People think Anais designed the home. They’re wrong. I did.

There’s a sultry, “*Marco*,” behind me.

I turn and find Elise in her silk pajamas — pastel shorts with a short, flowing tank top. My heart thumps hard. It’s the middle of the day. She usually only wears that outfit during the day for one reason.

She extends a delicate hand. “Can you come with me, please?”

When I extend my hand in return, she takes only my index finger. My mouth starts to salivate.

She quietly leads me through the palace, only occasionally looking back with a cute, coy expression. My dick aches in my pants by the time she turns a gold doorknob. I know this room. I know what we’ve done in this room.

Wild European Sexcapades & first DVP [MFM]

About a year ago but I still think about it often.

I’m married. My husband got a job in Italy (so lucky) and we moved there about a year after we got married. We’ve always been sexually adventurous I guess.

I was raised in a strict household with very sexist abstinence only education. For someone like me, who was hyper sexual as long as I can remember, this stopped nothing. If anything it contributed more to my kinkiness. I lost my virginity at 18 – before marriage (gasp), and got married to the same amazing guy a few years later. He was my first. But not my only.

Fast forward to blissful married life in Italy. Strong coffee, carbs for days, beautiful people, gorgeous weather, the craziest drivers I’ve ever seen and above all- sex positive people. His job was crazy and he would often be gone for weeks at a time so when he finally would come home we would make the most out of it. Specifically fucking. On every surface of the apartment. After many thorough discussions and about 6 months into living in Europe we decided to try a sex club just with the intention of watching. We both admitted to sometimes looking at hotwife stuff to cum when we’re apart. I was genuinely terrified to admit this to him – I thought he would think I was disgusting and/or trying to cheat on him but to my surprise (and relief) he was very much into it too.