Tag: Swingers

My step sister [F] fulfilled one of my [M] biggest fantasy’s. Part 4 : Sweet Release

I am really glad everyone enjoyed part 3 and hope it was worth the wait. I got some heat for the constant cliffhangers but i felt it put you in my shoes in the aspect of just wanting something so bad but having to wait for it and i personally felt like it fits the overall narrative and theme of my story. After searching the web for hours i finally came across some pictures that look like a dead ringer to my sister with very few small differences. I hope they give you readers a good sense of what she looks like and quenches some of those mental images that you may have been imagining while reading my story.

My sisters tits are practically identical to the ones pictured in the links. When scrolling through images on various platforms i honestly jumped and my heart started racing when i seen this girl. I felt like that was actually my sister that i stumbled upon randomly. Exact same size of breast, skin tone matches, nipples identical, hair is the same color and length. Her body is a little more slender as opposed to the one in the photos, i would say my sister is around 100 pounds soaking wet which garnered her the nickname tits on a stick back in high school. Only thing my sister didn’t match with was the tattoos as she has none. Read more »

Al[m]ost cheating

Last weekend I came about as close to cheating on my wife as I ever want to be. If you read my post history you’ll see my wife and I have a great sexual relationship, plus I just love the fuck out of her. But this encounter tested my willpower.

To paint the picture: I’m looking at 40 and have a bit of a classic dadbod, despite efforts to fight it. I work in software and volunteer with the middle school’s LEGO robotics team as an adviser.

One of the kid’s mother’s approached me asking if I could help her college freshman daughter with a programming project. She has no skill in programming but had to take the Computer Science 1 as part of her major. She would be home this weekend and hopefully I could swing by. I thought nothing of it and we arranged a time.

When I got to the house I met Ashley* and she was wearing the classic outfit of yoga pants and a hoodie. She was about 5’4″, blonde dye-job, and a full face of make-up. Very girl next store. Read more »

The Neighborhood: Part 6 [MF][Exh][Voy][Mast][Swing][Facial][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 9: Dinner with Fiona and Jim**

He expected to find Alison watching TV or possibly out on the patio, but the house was quiet. He looked at his watch, thinking that maybe she wasn’t back from the spa, but then he heard creaking from upstairs. He kicked off his dress shoes and started up the stairs, turning toward the double doors leading into the master bedroom. His wife was just pulling on a red thong, her back to him, the red line of fabric disappearing between her ass cheeks. She was wearing a matching top. He saw bags on the bed.

“Been shopping?” He asked. She jumped, yelping a little.

“Oh, god, Colin, you scared the shit out of me!” But she laughed it off, turning in my direction.

“New underwear? Did all your clothes not make it in the move?”

“New bathing suit.” She said.

“A thong.”

“I was going to surprise you at the pool. You don’t like it?” She asked.

“I didn’t say that. I’d prefer you didn’t wear a bathing suit at all.” He said, crossing the few feet to her and grabbing her mostly bare ass. “So, that’s a lot of bags for a bathing suit.” He said, raising eyebrow. “You know I haven’t even gotten my first paycheck yet?” Read more »

Astrid was shy. Sandra was not. [FFM]

When I was about 25, I used to live in Berlin. There was a swinger’s club (Zwanglos on Gneisenaustrasse) that I walked by most days on my way home from work (they are very open about this stuff in Germany), and I always wondered what it was like inside (seedy, weird, kitschy?) and also was often horny. One evening I was passing by and stopped to look at the front door, trying to work up the nerve to go in but also wondering if I would have any fun without a partner along. A girl stopped next to me (a total stranger) and said something like “I’ve always wondered what goes on in there.” I said ‘Me too. It’s a couples club but I’m not in a couple.” “Neither am I. Should we go have a look?”

Now, seriously, I was not stoned or drunk or anything at the time, but I could barely believe my ears. The girl was very cute, about my age, short, dark-haired and skinny. She didn’t seem crazy or high – but she had just invited me to go into a sex club with her. I introduced myself and she told me that her name was Sandra, she was single, not a virgin, and tired of not having the guts to do crazy stuff on the spur of the moment. Read more »

The Neighborhood: Part 5 [MF][Exh][Mast][Tease][MC][SciFi]

**Note:** Slightly shorter part…chapters 8 and 9 didn’t fit in the 40k limit.

**Chapter 8: Gretchen’s Welcoming Committee**

Colin started walking toward the bus stop—the opposite direction—and put his hand in his pockets. He felt the business card in there and pulled it out. *Gretchen Mulaney, Logistics Program Manager*. He flipped the card over and pulled out his phone, unlocking the screen.

“Damn it, Janelle.” The background was his smiling wife’s face, covered in jizz. He rolled his eyes, but opened the dialer, putting in Gretchen’s cell. She picked up after two rings. “Hey, Gretchen. It’s Colin. We met this morning at the bus stop? Did you want to get that drink?” Read more »

MIlF Porn Channel [mFFF] [anal] [oral]

[#1]

From left to right, Mrs. Done, Mrs. Anal, and Mrs. Busty, were bent over on the couch with their hands resting on the back and their asses in the air. All of their assholes were nearly gaping and dripping with lubricant.

“Alright, give us some pump service now, sweetie,” Mrs. Busty said.

Hubby walked into view of the camera, the top cutting off at his neck. Hubby jerks his cock a few times before approaching Mrs. Busty from behind. He groans as he shoves his cock into her ass. Mrs. Busty moans while taking his load, yelling “fuck yes!” as well. Quickly, he gives Mrs. Anal and Mrs. Done the same treatment, giving them all an equal distribution of cum. With his last few shots, Hubby shoots his remaining load onto Mrs. Done’s ass.

While Mrs. Done and Mrs. Anal bask in their post-anal glory, Mrs. Busty gets off the couch and picks up the camera. She gets in close to the MILFs’ fucked asses, catching some of the cum dripping off Mrs. Done.

“That was for 100 subscribers. Pick who you want next,” Mrs. Busty says to the camera before shutting off.

[#2] Read more »

[M]et a Very [F]riendly Redditor

We met here, on Reddit. It was a random one of her posts. I commented. She messaged me back. We struck up a conversation. By sheer chance, she only lived 20 minutes away. Of all the u/‘s, in all the subs, in the entirety of Reddit, this gorgeous goddess only lived twenty minutes from me.

Twenty. Minutes.

After an all encompassing online conversation that spanned a few *weeks*, we decided to meet. (The duration of time prior to meeting was entirely my fault. My availability is way shitty.) ‘Excited’ to meet her was an understatement. She was fairly inexperienced, and very eager to meet me.

It was a Starbucks near her place. We met inside and chatted. She’s in her 20’s, I’m in my early 40’s. She was adorable in her loose leggings, t-shirt, and oversized cardigan. Hair up in a messy bun, and barely any makeup. She complained before meeting that she ‘wanted to look cute’ and that outfit was the furthest thing from it. I assured her she’d look terrific in literally anything.

And she did. She was adorable, and funny, and smart, and sexy, and let me do more talking than I’d expected to. Read more »

Stripping At Parties Part 2 [M]

**House party for my birthday**

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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. Read more »

Helping My Best Friend Move [MF]

Kristen and I had been friends since seventh grade, when I moved to a new school and found that as my assigned partner to build a diorama of the Parthenon in Social Studies, she shared the same taste in music that I did. We’d been as thick as thieves ever since. Strictly friends, but the best of.

Now, both of us 22, she was driving through the town where I lived, on her way to her first job and first apartment out of college.

Her parents had helped her load up the small Uhaul truck at their home, but couldn’t make the four-hour trip with her to help her unpack on the other end. The plan was for her to swing through my town halfway there, pick me up, and I’d contribute some muscle toward getting everything unloaded and into her new place. The next day she’d drop me off back at my place on her way home to return the truck. Read more »

[MM] Porch Light.

It’s dark in the room. I can’t see more than a few feet away, and the light from my laptop screen isn’t helping. My cat keeps swatting something on the floor, and I keep trying to see what it is, hoping she hasn’t brought in a mouse. It’s just too dark.

It’s not even that late. The autumn’s evening sun sets when people are still milling about, engaging in evening runs or walking their dogs, and I frequently get the urge to be outside, sitting on the porch with my laptop and watching the evening activity. It makes me feel less lonely, like I am a part of the world.

As the fading light drains the color from the neighborhood, my neighbor Mike pulls into his driveway across the street. I guess he is getting home from work, but he’s later than usual. He’s a great guy; always walking over and bringing a beer or two just to hang out and talk. I enjoy his company a great deal.

I wave as he steps out of the car. I guess he was working out as he is in his white shirt and gray shorts, and when he waves back, a quickening–unexpected and almost imperceptible–causes me to smile contentedly. I like Mike a lot. Read more »