My wife’s fantasy [Group]

Our fantasy [group]. Tell us what we should tweak to make it even more fulfilling.

The night finally arrived! I have been planning this night for a long time. My wife Gracie has been teased with little details, but does not know the whole plan.

I instruct Gracie to take a long bubble bath with a glass of wine and get herself ready. While she is bathing I lay out her outfit for the night, matching black lace bra and thong, stockings, knee high boots, sexy maroon dress and her remote control vibrator. I take a shower and shave which is made difficult because I can’t stop looking at Gracie, knowing the night we are going to have.

After her bath I watch her getting dressed. Gracie is the most beautiful woman I have ever met. 6’tall brunette with legs that go on forever, sexy hips, B cup breasts and a pussy that’s I cannot keep my mouth off of.

Sucking a stranger in a hotel room… with a fun plot twist.

She watched as the stranger unceremoniously dropped his pants to his ankles and slide his underwear down. His hard cock sprang forth from a large mound of light colored pubic hair. There were no words, no kissing, no build up of passion. The stranger was there to have his cock sucked, not to get all passionate or participate in some sort of live porn. He had a hard cock, he was promised a blow job, he would get sucked, he would cum, and they would part ways.

It was all very impersonal and matter of fact. They met at the hotel bar. There was a lot of drinking, glances were exchanged, discussions were had, and agreements had been reached. Hence the stranger dropping his pants in his hotel room for a suck job.

Her pussy was wet, extremely wet. This had always been a fantasy, a dirty nasty fantasy. But she never really thought it would happen. But here they were.

The stranger presented his just above average sized cock to the mouth in front of him. He watched as lips enclosed his hardened penis. He felt the tongue lick the underside of his shaft, he felt the tongue on his balls as a hand began to stroke the length of his cock.

Relative in the game!

Life story!

We are a little more than three years old as I am a cuckold, and my wife is hotwife. The farther, the more I lick a pussy than I fuck. A lover took my wife to a swing party. I knew about this beforehand, but I couldn’t assume that my wife would meet my little sister and her husband at this party, as it turned out they were swingers. After this meeting, the wife and sister began to communicate closely on the topic of sex and cuckolds. I knew nothing about this.

During the day I received a message from my wife that a surprise was waiting for me in the evening. I came home from work my wife was already at home and met me almost naked. Nothing betrayed the presence of anyone else at our place.

My wife tells me – a surprise awaits you! It is necessary to blindfold. I washed, my wife blindfolded me and led her hand into the bedroom. When we arrived, my wife says – there is a girl who really wants your language in her pussy, and I decided to give it to her. In the process of licking, I was also not allowed to touch. When the girl received an orgasm, she herself removed the bandage from me and it turned out to be my younger sister!

[FM] I get myself off fantasizing about an older married man.

I [28F] can’t stop fantasizing about fucking my married older coworker [46M]

We met a year ago when I started a new job and he did some of my company orientation. He walked through the door and shook my hand and I felt electrified. The heat rose quickly into my cheeks. And elsewhere. He’s tall and always well groomed, with a shock of silver hair, a beard, and a smile that makes me bite my lip. He’s got the dad bod going on but honestly, it’s so sexy. I want to run my hands over every last inch of him.

We hit it off instantly. We’re in different departments but we cross paths every week or so. Every time we do he always wraps me up in a huge hug that lingers a little longer than it should. His smell is intoxicating. He smiles so big it just makes me melt, and makes me wish I’d brought spare panties.

I always tell myself that he’s so friendly with everyone, I’m reading into it too much. There’s no way he reciprocates. But there’s also no way he can’t see me eye fucking him every-time we meet.

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 9 (MF) (Oral) (Vacation Sex)

The boss leads Anna outside and down a paved path. There are people all around. An occasional hat, pair of shorts, or thong scattered throughout but largely it is acres of bare flesh of all sizes and colors. As they walk a few people call out to him. He waves, exchanges pleasantries, and introduces Anna to a few people whose made up names she won’t remember. This is all so easy and familiar for him. Anna just hopes no one notices her wide eyes and blushing face.

When they reach the restaurant, he calls for a table for two. The restaurant is small, with tall tables and high chairs and low tables with padded booths. At one such booth sits a very fat, very bald man smoking a cigar while 6 women sit around the table, each one blonde, young, tan, and small breasted.

“Bill, you certainly have a type,” the boss calls out to the fat man as they pass by.

“A man should know what he likes,” the fat man calls back, laughing.

[Str8; Mf(F); Voy] Cause for concern?

My late husband set-up and developed a very successful business. He hired me as a finance graduate and I progressed to being both his finance director and his wife. Unfortunately, perhaps in part from overwork, my husband died five years ago, in his mid-thirties. I inherited the business and I still run it, today.

The bottom line is that I am very wealthy. Not mega-rich, but very comfortable, thank you very much!

A few years after we got married, my husband and I had a house built for us and our daughter. Not surprisingly, it is a very nice house with multiple bedrooms, bathrooms and plenty of living space. One of the things we included in the design was an internal closed-circuit television security system. There are hidden cameras in every room, except bathrooms but including bedrooms. One reason for this was because of the high value ornaments, pictures and entertainment equipment in the house. The other reason was to monitor the nannies and au pairs that we employed to look after our daughter whilst we were working or away from home.

[M] [F]ound a free-use slut and a hotwife, had my first threesome, dabbled in some drugs, and won some money on my first cruise ever. (Part 2)

It seemed like the second this girl’s door closed behind me, we were starting. We were both drunk, she was likely really happy that I’d gotten her a room after she’d been kicked out of her FWB’s, and we were both attracted to each other. We made out for a bit before I told her that my skin was itchy from the pool water. Just an excuse to get naked — and thinly veiled, at that — but she suggested we both take a shower so she could get my back washed. We shower and I was full-staff from the moment she hopped in. Maybe 5’6”, 110 lbs, tight, toned, and confident. I loved it. If I weren’t as drunk as I was, I might’ve cum from just the first few tugs on my cock that she gave me.

After the shower, we climbed into bed and 69’d. She came shortly after I got my second finger against her G spot while licking her clit. She took control, climbed on top, and swapped between cowgirl and reverse until I came. I told her I’d give her some privacy to sleep while I went to check on my friends. We spent the rest of the night in the ship’s club, not really having any more luck than the two girls we originally met (both friends ended up fucking them on their twin-sized beds at the same time and said it was weird).

[M] [F]ound a free-use slut and a hotwife, had my first threesome, dabbled in some drugs, and won some money on my first cruise ever.

This was years ago, before my current partner. Two friends [20s M] and I [22 M] begrudgingly booked a 3-day cruise because our other friend [22 M] was pressuring us to. It wasn’t spring break season, so I didn’t have high hopes. I’d also heard how awful cruises can be, but I started dreaming up fantasies a month or so before-hand so I could find a way to look forward to it.

I had only a handful of aspirations for the cruise; I wanted to gamble as much as possible, fuck someone, and sneak some coke back onto the boat from the Mexican port we would dock at. I achieved all three, much to my surprise.

As we boarded, it was a gloomy day. I hadn’t seen the two friends in a while (the other friend was my roommate and lifelong best friend) so we spent some time getting drunk at the bar and catching up with them. Didn’t take more than an hour until two girls approached us and started hitting it off with the two friends. Roommate and I were happy about this because the girls weren’t really our type and we were on a mission for all of us to get laid.

Tonight (M/F, quickie sex, outdoors, cheating wife, alley-way, snow, cum, husband, fucking)

Clouds of lavender scented steam billowed through the doorway as she stepped out of the warm confines of the gray tiled bathroom and padded across to her bedroom. A switch was flicked, her towel was dropped and the top drawer was opened as she sorted through her smalls, looking for her good pair of black thigh high stockings. The silk caressed first her fingertips, and then her smooth legs as she gently pulled them up, where the lace top of the stocking sat proudly around her left thigh. The other stocking soon followed onto the right leg.

She abandoned the notion of wearing panties rather quickly, the thought only briefly crossing her mind. She pulled a nude bra free from the drawer and clasped it around her back, her tits being pulled up and pushed forward. Shutting the top drawer which contained her ladies essentials, she turned and faced the closet, knowing immediately which dress she would wear.

How We Started Sharing My Wife (Part 2) [MF]

More pictures of Lana and Curtis for reference (note that some are from other encounters): [https://imgur.com/a/hdyOFoB](https://imgur.com/a/hdyOFoB)

While they were finishing up their second round in the master bedroom, I sat in the living room. I was flipping through channels endlessly, anxious to see her come back downstairs. And she did. About 10 minutes later both Lana and Curtis made their way down. Lana was wearing a floral nightgown, and Curtis was in his underwear. On the main level of the house, my loving wife reached into a small closet and pulled out some sheets and pillows for Curtis, who would be sleeping on the spare bed in the basement.

I watched her walk down the steps leading into the basement, her nightgown barely covering her supple body and seemingly flowing in the air. Curtis followed her downstairs. I turned back to the TV and tried to focus on something.

A short while later, Lana came back upstairs and wrapped her arms around me, sitting next to me on our sofa.

“I really like Curtis you know. He’s done an absolutely wonderful job so far, don’t you agree?” She asked.