[Group] Our best sex (young swingers)

My girlfriend and I are both a little too much into sex and its variations even though we are very young we have tried to experience different things as much as we can.
We tried swinging, cuckold, cuckquean, foot fetish, her being a dom and I being a sub and vice-versa and we spend a fair amount of our money on sex.
(More than half of the time we somehow pay people to help us with our lifestyle) and we still are very inexperienced.
And I believe that our best experience was with swinging.

We wanted to experience what is it like to be a swinger because it feels so good to break taboos and be yourself so we made a Reddit profile and posted our pics in a subreddit designed for this purpose ( I’m not sure if I can name any).
Among all the creeps that were trying to deceive us, there were a good amount of real couples that are looking for fun.

The time I [F]20 let the computer science nerd creampie me – part 1/2

I wasn’t in a good place.

Understand that this doesn’t absolve me of my guilt. I knew that then and I know it now. But, that doesn’t change the fact that it may well have been some of the best sex of my life. The taboo, the risk of getting caught. I couldn’t get enough.

I had known Alex for the better part of the year at this point. In yet another bid to find my calling, I was taking programming classes at my university. Turns out, I was terrible at it. By the time I came to that particular realization, it was too late to drop the classes, so I swallowed my pride and asked Alex for help. I figured I could trust him, and he would be willing to help.

Even though programming didn’t work out, and I dropped out of that particular program, Alex and I remained friends. I’d spend hours in his dorm with his roommates and later on, my friends to watch B horror movies, or do homework while he played video games. He never seemed to have any homework.

[MF] The time I [M35] accidentally became a bull to a hotwife [F50+] at a sex club.

I want to share my very first bull-hotwife experience that happened at a sex club in my home city (Oasis in Toronto) . Until then I didn’t know the concept of bulls. I had known about swingers and couple-swapping.

This happened a few years ago. I have always wanted to visit a sex club and see what happens there. Unfortunately, most sex clubs do not allow solo males. Or if they do it’s on an odd day of the week.

It was Sunday during the summer and I checked out this famous sex club in the city. And they allowed single males into the club but were restricted from entering certain play areas. I decided to check it out.

I did not have any expectations. I just wanted to act like a tourist in a foreign country. I was there to explore. From what I read, clubs like these are not ideal for solo males. It’s usually a place for swingers to play with other couples. I just wanted to watch and learn what happens in sex clubs.

Unexpected hero (M32/F22, Slow Burn)

I hate having to stay overnight in the truck stop parking. It couldn’t be avoided with this load. I can’t make the drop until the facility opens in the morning. Most truck stops are noisy and filthy. Sometimes you’re interrupted all night by girls working the lot. Some guys are into that, but I don’t like to pay for my pleasure. I have been listening to a girl getting railed in the truck next to me. What I can’t tell is if she is enjoying it or crying, the sounds coming from her sound muffled and strained. I turn up my radio and start getting ready for bed. It isn’t my business.

I was just starting to fall asleep when a pounding started at my passenger door.

“Open up please. Hello, please open up, I… I… I need help.”

I start to get out of my bunk. Feeling cautious. Listen, these truck stops are a crime haven, this could easily be a fucking scam to rob my ass. Not that they would get much, I don’t carry a ton of cash, but I grabbed my Glock, and kept my hand behind my back as I went to the front of my truck. I looked out the passenger window and there was no one. Then she started at the drivers side. Surprised the shit out of me.

Unexpected Hero (M32/F22, Slow Burn)

I hate having to stay overnight in the truck stop parking. It couldn’t be avoided with this load. I can’t make the drop until the facility opens in the morning. Most truck stops are noisy and filthy. Sometimes you’re interrupted all night by girls working the lot. Some guys are into that, but I don’t like to pay for my pleasure. I have been listening to a girl getting railed in the truck next to me. What I can’t tell is if she is enjoying it or crying, the sounds coming from her sound muffled and strained. I turn up my radio and start getting ready for bed. It isn’t my business.

I was just starting to fall asleep when a pounding started at my passenger door.

“Open up please. Hello, please open up, I… I… I need help.”

I start to get out of my bunk. Feeling cautious. Listen, these truck stops are a crime haven, this could easily be a fucking scam to rob my ass. Not that they would get much, I don’t carry a ton of cash, but I grabbed my Glock, and kept my hand behind my back as I went to the front of my truck. I looked out the passenger window and there was no one. Then she started at the drivers side. Surprised the shit out of me.

Office Hours, Chapter 11 Jean’s Chapter [M31/f19] [Teacher/Student]

[Chapter 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wo3i7f/office_hours_chapter_10_m31f19_teacherstudent/)

I stared hard at my phone screen, eyes panning over the same few messages. This was such a dumb idea. Why the fuck was I gonna go through with it? *‘Cause prof suggested it.* Yes, but why with this bitch? *‘Cause there’s legit nobody else.* I groaned, and prof turned to look over his shoulder, idly stirring lunch on the stove.

“Something wrong, Jean?”

Goddamn, the way he was always so caring made my cold-hard-bitch heart melt. At this rate, I was never gonna be strong enough to be with him. But this first step to being better was gonna suck ass.

“Nothing, nothing,” I replied. “Just, uh… Could I go out today?”

Prof burst out laughing. “You make it sound like I’ve kidnapped you or something.”

I shrugged, scrunching my mouth up. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t. Jean, you don’t need my permission to do anything. I mean, obviously don’t break my stuff, things like that, I hope is a given. But if you wanna go out, go out.” He gave me another one of his dazzling smiles, and I felt butterflies. “Of course I don’t expect you to stay shacked up with your professor all day.”

[M/F] The Wager [Part 3] [BDSM] [Chastity] [18]

“My boy, maybe I should have been clearer in my intentions.
You are to wear this cage until I decide to remove it.
Now since you are new to all of this, I will see you tomorrow at three pm.
So be here tomorrow, and we will talk about what is going to be expected of you from here on out, is that understood?
Now get dressed, and ready for the rest of your day.”

Once dressed, I was ushered out of the penthouse, and into the elevator.
As the door closed, Mistress blew me a kiss, and a wink.
Standing in the elevator, everything that had happened in the last few hours, began running through my tiny brain.
First off, I accepted an invitation from a beautiful woman to join her at her place.
When I saw her play room, I blindly went along with what was going to happen to me.
OK, the fact that I am a horny boy, and if you told me the only way I was going to get laid that night was to wear a pair of pork chop panties, while trying to sandpaper a grizzly bears ass, I would have done it.

My Husband and I [FM] Hooked up with a younger couple we picked up in a hotel bar. [FMFM]

We booked a romantic weekend away for just the two of us, 5 star with no kids, Spa treatments, fancy dinners and even a haphazard attempt at golf. But I’m sure no one wants to read about me spending my afternoon rummaging for balls in the rough.

The first night was our typical romantic weekend away routine, wine and dine, then retire to our room and share a nice candlelight bath with some intense love making. Your typical married for years, bodies become one, slow, sensual love making, nothing worthy of be called ‘gonewild’. But still amazing sex full of love, the second night on the other hand was the polar opposite.

Having spent most of the afternoon teasing and failing to get hubby to indulge in some risky public behaviour in and around the hotel grounds, I was sexually frustrated to say the least. A quickie back in our room before dinner satisfied me temporarily, but alas I needed more, I needed a thrill, something new and exciting. Hubby could sense this too and throughout dinner we brainstormed ideas, many pure fantasy or unattainable but one stood out and we agreed to play it out and see if it would work.

[F]antastic weekend [Group]Get-away!!

As the last of the summer holidays come to an end, a group of us – my regulars and myself – decided to hop on a sleeper train and have some fun before getting back to the “normal” life. I’ve been craving some new experiences – some riskier adventures – so when a few of the regulars asked if I’d like to try getting “railed on rails” (their words) I jumped at the opportunity.

Since these were my regulars (7 of them), I trusted them to get everything organised – train tickets, hotels, whatever – and just made sure I was good to go when the time came. And the weekend that just passed? That was the time.

The Afterparty: Around the Pool, Part 9 (Games of Dares, MF, Anal, Best Friends, Group Sex)

*Part 1 can be found [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wi6n7m/the_afterparty_around_the_pool_part_1_oc_game_of/)*

*Six friends hanging around after a college party end up in a game of Dares, and things quickly escalate. This story was originally written in smaller chapters, with chapters 24-26 presented here. At this point, we’re beyond the tease and into the wild sex.*

**Chapter 24**

“Tiff,” Sarah called, holding up the slip of paper with her sister’s name on it. “Go get a facial from John.”

“Alright,” Tiff said, and stopped fingering herself as she stepped over toward you and Nicole, getting down on her knees next to you.

You didn’t want to leave Nicole’s amazingly tight pussy. You wanted to just keep fucking her, to plough her over and over, and then- Damn, you wanted to fucking finish in Nicole. You wanted to come inside her, bareback, and feel yourself just empty your load inside of her and mark her as yours.

“Come on, big boy,” Tiff said, rubbing your side. “Come on, right on my face. Right on my fucking face.”

“John,” Nicole gasped, still riding the shocks over her orgasm. “John, not in me-”