Photoshoot turned into me watching another girl go down on my bf [MFF]

The other day, I asked my boyfriend and a girl we know to pose for me for some pictures for an art project. I first started by taking photos of her by herself. She seemed pretty shy but gradually started to loosen up. She needed to be told exactly what to do in order to feel comfortable, so after taking photos of her alone for a while, I realized that she may actually be more comfortable posing with him for some additional guidance/to not be the sole center of attention. He stepped in the frame and first I took photos of them with her sitting and him standing behind her.

There was definitely a little bit of sexual tension but she also seemed more comfortable now that she wasn’t entirely on her own to figure out what to do in front of the camera. When we got enough pictures of her sitting in front of him, I asked them to stand together and get close, and pose somewhat romantically. He stood behind her and held her waist as they both looked into the camera, with her hips lightly pressed against his. We tried a few different variations of this before I asked them to face each other. When they turned toward each other, he held her close to him and things started to feel a little more heated. The sexual tension definitely was more palpable and they started to lean in more toward each other without me needing to ask.

Unexpected Shower Show [F24][solo, voy]

My alarm went off as it usually does every weekday. Normally I turn it off and get up right away to get ready for work but I didn’t feel like getting up yet. I laid there for a bit after shutting it off trying to remember what I had just been dreaming about. I couldn’t remember exactly but I did know that whatever it was, it had made me horny.

I rolled over to my bedside table and grabbed a small clit suction toy I have and started using it. I ran my free hand up my body, on my tits and down to my pelvis while I moved my hips up and down. After a while of playing with myself, I didn’t feel like I was close to cumming, at all. It frustrated me as I had to get up or I’d be late for work.

I threw the toy back in my drawer and went to the washroom to take a shower. I started to brush my teeth while I looked at my eyes and wondered how they weren’t more red with how tired I felt. While in my thoughts, I heard walking on the ceiling of my apartment. I live on the top floor of a three storey building so I could hear a couple people walking on the roof to repair something that I didn’t fully read about in an email sent to us.

Unequal treatment, part 1 [F18 F18 M18] [teasing] [tickling] [nc] [last year of high school] [humiliation] [voyeurism] [female gaze]

This is the first part of a multi-part story is set in an English grammar school in the late 1970s, and focuses on students in their final year, with all the main characters 18 years of age.

Adam let out a sigh as he looked at the grey sky out his form class’s window, already bored despite being only 2 minutes into the school day. Today Adam had a free period to start, then Maths, and Physics, then PE after lunch. PE and Games were compulsory for all students at Grange Farm Grammar School all the way to 18 – Adam would never have chosen that subject voluntarily. At least he could suffer though it with George and Lisa, his friends who were in his form and PE class, and disliked PE as much as he did. Their form teacher, Mr Suffolk, was just about to start taking the register when the school secretary came in and called out another student, Timothy, whose mother had just fallen ill meaning he needed to leave and visit her in hospital. He grabbed his things in a rush and ran out the classroom to his father in the car park.

How my wife’s fuckbuddy’s wife put my mind at ease [MF] [voyeurism] [hotwife] [sharing] [swinging] [open marriage] [mature]

— Interrupting —

After my [33M] wife, Erin [29F], and I decided to open up our relationship, it didn’t take as long as we thought to find potential fuck buddies nearby. Lou was a married man in his early 50s who also had an open marriage and kind of a hippie vibe. Kate was a single mom and young professional with an ass that wouldn’t quit. And after we vetted each others’ picks, we were excited to find out they were both free at the same time.

I dropped Erin off at Lou’s in an old neighborhood, and ten minutes later I was in Kate’s apartment downtown, making out as our clothes came off. But right when Kate took her bra off, I suddenly got cold feet. I panicked, worrying that this was a bad decision and Erin and I were ruining our marriage. Kate was upset, but ultimately very understanding, having gone through a bad breakup less than a year ago, and I rushed out the door and back to Lou’s.

I ran up the steps and pounded my fist on the door, shouting for Erin. My heart sat in my throat as I heard Erin moaning just inside and suddenly stop. A moment later the door opened and Erin was standing behind the screen door.

The Day After Valentine’s Day [FM/30-45] [CNC Somnophilia] [D/S] [ORAL] [PIV] [PUBLIC] [ROUGH] [VOY]

I’m straddling you while you finger me in the cab.

We’re headed back to your apartment in Harlem after dinner in Brooklyn. I’m kissing your neck and breathing loud enough that you cover my mouth with your other hand. I lick your fingers, still sweet from eating cannolis after dinner.

The dark glassed partition is opaque. We’re behind the driver, anyway. The window is open. At a light in Chinatown, pedestrians pass by. Some stare. Other drivers look. We don’t care.

Your cock is rock hard against my thigh, close to your hand inside me. I’m unzipping your pants. God, I want you in me so badly. I can’t wait.

Your hand on my pussy slips; it’s so wet. You’re shifting me over you, closing your eyes. They are striking in their caramel color against your dark skin and framed by your long eyelashes. Your hypnotic hold over me breaks momentarily, letting me slip back into my body.

Stroking the head of your cock with my thumb, I feel drops of precum. I want to taste. I slide off your lap into the space behind the driver. It’s just wide enough for me to kneel in front of you.

My first time with an audience [MF] [F]

Kristen and I [25M] rekindled our friendship with each other after the pandemic subsided. Back in college, we were both in relationships and she was dating one of my friends. I never really looked at her like in a sexual way out of respect for my friend, but he ended up being a dick. A few months after they broke up, she messaged me to see if I still lived in town. This got us reconnecting and eventually she invited me out to a small party at her house. I was keen to meet up because I had just been rejected by another girl I was really into, so hopefully Kristen had some hot friends.

At the house I was met at the door by a petite brunette, about 5’4, long hair, wearing a pink tank top, black sweatpants, and hoop earrings. She had a few tattoos and had an alt vibe going on. She was pretty damn cute.

A dream and a man at the window pt.1 [F19][voyeurism][masturbation][creepy]

She was awake far too early. Mary rolled over to check her alarm clock and saw that it was 3:12 am. It’s strange how I sometimes wake up in the night for no reason, she thought, and always around 3.

What to do now? She laid on her back. She had been dreaming of sex. She had been riding a man she didn’t know in her dream, grinding on him in the back seat of his car, while he held on to her hip with one large hand and choked her slender neck with the other.

She had been completely naked in her dream and wished she was completely naked now. She wished for a lot of things now that she was awake, and hated that she had been woken up, since she had been enjoying being naked in that car in the woods at night, fucking that strange man in her dream.

At 6 am she would have to get out of bed and get dressed and go to class in a big lecture hall filled with greasy kids who talked too loudly for an early class and with lights in the ceiling that were too bright and harsh for so early in the morning. Luckily she had three hours still to sleep.

A dream and a man at the window pt. 2 [F19][voyeurism][masturbation][creepy]

She could see nothing but the outline of short black hair and the slight glimmer of the moon reflected in dark eyes. He had broad shoulders. She couldn’t believe how he stayed there. She hadn’t been subtle, freezing so suddenly. She was horrified. She couldn’t remember if her window was even locked. But as she watched him and he watched her, she felt her pussy throbbing under her hand.

It made her so horny all of a sudden, the terrible nakedness and fear she felt. Had his eyes woken her up? How long had he been there? Was he in love with her dark hair, her blue eyes? Maybe he’d come before, or watched her earlier that night as she’d undressed and read and fallen asleep. She was scared, but then the fear became something else.

She imagined being naked in that car again, and thought of how great it had felt. This man outside the window was like a wolf, watching her through the bars of a cage. As long as they were separated she could feel how hungry he was for her, and she wanted to be chased, and to feel him sink his teeth into her neck.

Between the Slats [M/F] [Cuckolding] [Creampie] [Voyeurism] [Camera]

**Between the Slats**

One of the coat hangers fell off the rod as I maneuvered my way around the closet. I was in the process of adjusting my camera so it could record what I would be seeing between the slats on the closet door. “The tripod fits perfectly,” I said aloud, realizing I had plenty of room on the inside of the closet to watch the action. The bed would be in full view along with the large hotel room window on the side of it. I couldn’t wait for the show.

My wife exited the bathroom with her dark wet hair flowing over her shoulders. “Which one do you want me to wear?” she asked.

I stared at the two dresses that were hanging on the bathroom door and thought for a minute about my decision. I always love to see her in a sexy black dress but that night I felt like the red one was winning me over. I looked over at her naked body and thought about how the dress might look on her. “What about red tonight?” I asked.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “Not black tonight? You usually go with black for this.”