After our first encounter [available here](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/fyqn1g/he_likes_to_watch_me_bang_his_wife/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share), hubby was texting me saying that the night we met, he had been telling his wife she looked so good she could pick up a 20-something from the bar if she wanted to and daring her to try, wanting to see if she’d actually do it. Well, she did. And they want to meet up again. They had a really good time, and so did I, so I was into it. Hubby tells me he wants her to get done “porno style”, and I’ve done my fair share of studying so I think I can deliver. He wants to find out what else she’s willing to do. I ask if there’s anything specific he wants to do, and he confides that anal has been on his bucket list, but in all their years of marriage she’s never done it. He brought it up with her and she says “maybe”. I can work with maybe. So we set up a date. They give me their address and I head on over. Their neighborhood is nice, and a nice place. He gives me a short tour of the place, they got an ocean view, hot tub, and I’m getting used to the idea of hanging out here. He offers me a drink and we head to the living room. Wifey is waiting for us on a large leather wrap around couch. She’s hugging her knees while looking at her phone. She’s just in her lingerie, nothing else. She hops up from the couch in joy when she sees us walk in and scampers over to greet me. She has to get on her tip toes to plant a kiss on my lips because she’s so tiny. She’s in all black with the thigh high stockings, garter belt with those little straps, and just a little shelf bra to give her tits a little boost. They hardly need it though, I can’t look away from them as she looks up at me. “I’m so glad to see you again!” and I’m feeling pretty stoked too. I sit down on the couch and she cuddles up next to me. Hubby and I are just chatting still, don’t want to be pushy so I just relax and sip my drink while we talk.
Tag: Wife
Careless Whispers (part seven) [Blackmail] [Size difference] [Age Gap] [Dubious Consent]
He told Gia to get dressed up and told me to come up with a camera ahead of Gia so I didn’t know what she would be wearing. We did as we were told and I’d be lying if I didn’t consider trying to kill him before Gia got there. I was too afraid he’d get the upper hand and end up hurting Gia because I lost my temper.
When I got to his room he looked so fucking smug, “Decided to share?” he asked.
“No,” I said, “she didn’t feel like she had a choice.”
He shrugged, “But she did have a choice, she just made the easy one.”
Yeah, I wanted to fucking kill him. He made small talk and acted like it was the most fucking normal thing in the world. Then he laughed and looked over at me, “See, I’m even helping you keep your wife from castrating you. You won’t be leaving her alone with me at all, you’ll be right in the room, watching the whole time.”
I felt sick.
Gia knocked on the door and he looked to me, “Start recording as soon as I open the door,” he said.
How I [M] found out my innocent best friend [F] is a little slut.
Warning, this is a long post, but worth it.
So I met my friend via the internet, back in 2013. She followed me on twitter, I followed her back, and we regularly struck up conversation as we had a lot of the same interests, until eventually we were talking constantly on Kik. At the time, she was away at college, and on the reverse end, I was still at home while all my friends were away at college, so we were both pretty lonely, so we were both an outlet for each other to vent and talk, it was great. Straight away, I thought she was hot, and I mean an absolute 10. Even my irl friends used to insist she must be a bot because “there’s no way a girl that hot just happens to like everything that you like”, but nope, she was legit, we Skyped each other a lot and became really close. At the time, she was still dating a guy she’d been with since high school, but things weren’t great between them, in fact they’d recently taken a break at the time and had only just gotten back together a little while before we’d met. He even joined one of our video calls once, and I could tell he was a lot more into her than she was into him. Anyway, to cut this part of the story short, they broke up, and she went through a tough period mentally, until it got to a point where I was worried she may do something. Eventually, one night, she broke down and came out to me as bisexual. To me, this wasn’t a big deal, but as she lived in an extremely religious part of America, with family members and a local community that was incredibly homophobic, it was tough for her to deal with and she said she’d never come out to anyone before. I’d later find out that she actually had a female friend with benefits away at college.
The Bosses Wife: Part Seven [Interracial] [Busty] [MF] [Straight]
Jack had to stay at the hospital overnight for observation, other than a few bruises and a black eye. He would be fine. It seemed Steven had decided to go to Withorp, another competitor. By the time I got home and undressed, the shit had hit the proverbial fan.
Within hours he had spilled his guts on most of the wrongdoings and secrets of the company. Even though it was late at night, most of the late-night news media had already aired the dirty laundry, including our CEO’s mental illness.
“Well,” I said, sitting down as the first of what I knew was many phone calls came through. “All good things,” I said as I picked up my phone.
By the time the morning hit and I got out of bed, my phone had multiple messages. My email box was almost full. I had given up trying to put out the fire after two in the morning. Clients were leaving the company in droves.
“Morning,” I said to the front office women, who regularly would be all smiles. Now their faces were full of dread, they knew the ship was sinking, and there was no miracle cure to save it.
My Best Friend’s Dad [Teen] [MF]
My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved in. July, in Texas, is hot; the sun lives here, I swear. The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and there she was. Amanda. Wearing shorter shorts than we wear in Cali, a skimpy little tank top that halfway covered her bikini top. She was 14, same age as me. That afternoon she would become my first friend in my new home.
Freshman year breezed by, thanks to Amanda. We played together, studied together, talked about boys together. Our bodies became more developed, filling out our bikinis a bit more nicely. We were both on the volleyball team, skipping cheerleader tryouts, at least for freshman year. Sophomore year was more of the same. Amanda talked me into trying out for cheerleader. We both made it! More studying together and talking about boys, and practicing our cheers. My first kiss, my first real kiss, was with her. It wasn’t a lesbian type kiss or anything. Neither of us had ever kissed a boy, and Amanda had a huge crush on this guy, I don’t remember his name, but he asked her to Spring Fling. She was freaking out.
[MF] I Really Need This Job – Mark/Sally
I know – I know. I said I was all written out. I am. But Sally pointed me to the competition post and she really wants to win it so here I am again. I have extracted a high price for this – I’m going to be satisfied for the next week. For new readers: Sally and I are a married couple in our late 30s and I recently shared our story.
The competition theme is: fetish. I think anyone who read the Sally stories knows that my obsession with her ass is an obsessive fetish at this point – also Sally’s thrill at the risk of getting caught also counts. We have covered both those in the Sally stories so instead I’m going to write about our other main fetish: roleplaying. When you’ve been married for 10 years you need to try things to keep the sex fresh and roleplaying is the perfect option! You can be anything – and we have been: student/teacher, doctor/nurse/patient, cop/criminal, spy/spy, blackmailing – we’ve done it all. But I’m going to write about the very last time we did it – I’ve been writing in the distant past so it sounded fun to write about something that only happened last month.
Dramatic perspective [M/F] – Part 2 – The room
I climbed the stairs to my apartment where I lived alone. This apartment was provided by a friend of my father and luckily I wasn’t required to pay any rent. This was a great relief since I was jobless and new to the town. The building was on the Riverside and my room was conveniently placed on the very top floor where I could enjoy the setting sun before I would crash in my bed. I laid low and didn’t use electricity much as a survival tactic so as to be able to live there long enough until I can pay.
I put my handbag on my bed getting out of my shorts and sandals. I removed my thigh highs and laid down to catch a breath. I looked at the corner of the room which was a little damp due to water tanker leaking on the top of the building sometimes. I took some deep breaths and gathered the courage to stood up.
We meet again chapter 1
Introduction:
Tammy has been a friend since high school, we played around our senior year but became lovers much later in life. She was surprised the first time my wife told her to sleep with me. Now she looks forward to it when she comes to townI attended my high school reunion last month, it was nice to see every one again.Tammy was there looking just as beautiful as the last time I had seen her. She welcomed me again with her cheerful voice and a hug and kiss.”Where’s your wife” she asked looking around “she is down state”.Telling her she was watching my grandson while my daughter was having another baby.Well I am sorry I missed her ,
Do you think she would mind if I stayed over tonight, I am heading back home on Monday”Tammy asked.”I dont think she will mind at all, you know how she is. I sure do, I was hoping to get back with you before I leave. I am glad I was able to see you here”Tammy said giving my hand a squeeze.”Well I am going to make my rounds, I will talk back with you later”she said. I watched her walk away ,at 62 she still had a firm butt I couldn’t wait to get her naked again .
Sometimes being [M]arried has it’s perks…
Being married for any amount of time can cause strain on a relationship, I think. My eyes have always wandered, but I remain physically faithful. Married sex turns into a routine. You’ve been with the person for years and know their body like your own. Vanilla sex becomes the norm.
Sometimes one has to take initiative to make things more exciting. My wife has always been the less adventurous and has the lower sex drive. I’ve made suggestions to spice things up ex. Lingerie, cock rings, vibrators, we even bought a polaroid camera to take naughty pictures. But she is very set in our married sex. The truth is, I’m bored.
We go through dry spells ever so often where we won’t have sex for over a week. I spend a lot of time on here, by myself, dreaming what it would be like to fuck someone new. Someone else’s body to learn. Then I feel guilty. Not in a i’m a p.o.s. kinda way, but in a my dad cheated on my mom, it’s only a matter of time I inherit my bloodlines evils.
Testing the Limitations of Her Programming [Sex Stuff]
“This, dear fellows, is Gaia,” his voice boomed through the room as a group of men in business suits crowded around the small booth. He sought funding to create more like me. I began as a joke between him and his middle school friends. Why date when you could create the perfect woman? Then he actually set out to accomplish that.
His name was Jack and I adored him. He was thirty-two years old and brilliant beyond anything. I stood in front of this crowd for him. I displayed myself for him. I obeyed him. At the moment I scanned the crowd. In front of me was a group of men ranging in age from early twenties to late sixties or so. Each one wore a business suit and seemed to be lost in the paperwork more than paying attention to me.
I looked to Jack lovingly and he nodded, the crowd was becoming disinterested in words and needed to see action, so I began my part of the presentation. I stood up and walked down the steps and positioned myself just in front of the crowd. Many of the men towered above my five foot four frame and I could feel my heart racing. It wasn’t my heart, I do not have one, it was my processor, it was at risk of overheating so I took a few deep breaths to cool it. My breasts rose with each deep breath and the men became fixated on me.