Tag: Wife

The first night of my fwb replacing my husband for the week [FM]

My husband was going be away for a week for work and he had the idea that I could get one of FWBs to take his place. So I called up my Olly who immediately agreed. Olly is probably not typically ‘hot’ but definitely a super cute guy – average height with a slim, toned body and a face that was always smiling. So the first night he came to my house from work and we had pretty normal dinner. Afterwards, we sat together on the couch watching the TV but pretty quickly started making out.

He was gentle but his hands were all over me. SO. HOT. He smelled so good too. Cradling my head when we kissed, his other hand caressed my cheek, then the side of my neck, then my shoulder and rested there. Our kissing got a little heavier, more intense as I leaned in to him and pressed closer. His hand went down to my breast and gently caressed it through my dress. Running my hand down his chest, I felt firm muscle through his shirt. He broke off the kissing to move his mouth down the side of my neck, still fondling my boobs while my hand into his thick hair. My heart was pounding and he was breathing harder and getting worked up too. Read more »

I [M] fucked my neighbor [F]

I’m writing as if this was yesterday, when it actually happened years ago ……….

So I fucked my neighbor last night and again this morning. She’s sexy, petite and stunningly gorgeous. She’s also married, and I’d guess this is not the last time we get together.

A few days ago I saw my new neighbor Yumiko sitting on a bench near the garden in our apartment complex enjoying a sunny afternoon. She’d moved from Japan into the apartment below mine with her husband, Kenji. He worked a lot, traveled some, and when he was home, spent as much time drinking and arguing with his wife as enjoying her. I know because I could hear them well when I sat quietly on my deck in the early evenings. We chatted for a few minutes before I sat down and I asked how they were becoming accustomed to their new life in the US. Her English was good, and she hid any hint of marital discord from me in the conversation. Wanting to be a good neighbor, I asked if they’d like to go out and get pizza a few days out, thinking their social life might not be what they’d hoped for. Instead of accepting the invitation to go out, she asked if I knew how to make pizza, and yes, they’d like to come over to my apartment on Thursday. We set the time for 7 pm. Read more »

How We Started Sharing My Wife [MF]

Images for reference: [https://imgur.com/a/etcjTY2](https://imgur.com/a/etcjTY2)

I’ll start by saying that this is a true story, with only a few details changed for anonymity.

I love my wife. Having too much of a good thing, in my eyes, is as dangerous as having too little of it. It was my ultimate desire to share her for this very reason, but her religious childhood upbringing limited my options. She was a fine wife, perfect in many ways, but the farthest we got was simply discussing her being shared during sex. In a moment of passion, she or I would bring it up… telling the other how hot it would be to bring a third, larger partner into the relationship. After sex, the topic would quickly disappear into thin air, along with my ambitions.

Backing up a little…

She goes by Lana. 30 years old and approximately 5’ 4”, she’s an average girl height-wise, but that was the only thing I considered average about her. Her frame was irresistible… Being an avid runner, Lana was lean, toned, and in phenomenal shape. Her blonde hair, which used to go down her back in our university days, is now cropped just above the shoulders. The gentle twists and curls in her hair are mesmerizing and easy to lose yourself in. Her 36C breasts are perfectly shaped, almost tear-dropped, with a few freckles here and there. Lana is a beautiful, rare woman that I only dreamed about before I met her. Read more »

Revenge Fuck Boss’s Wife: Part III [MF]

Part III
Two full weeks had past since I was able to see Rebecca again. A business trip for me, and a holiday away for Rebecca had made meeting unattainable. We kept in contact a bit while I was traveling, just texting, nothing sexual. Rebecca was letting me into her world and mind. I was starting to view her differently than I had the first night we spoke. Suddenly she was now attractive in my eyes, she had me lusting for her. The two weeks without meeting had gone quickly though, with the only issue being the challenge I put on myself of no masturbation. I was too busy working that I was unable to fuck which I normally always try to do when I am in a new city. Two weeks of no orgasm was starting to break me down.

My plane touched down on a Tuesday afternoon, I turned my cellular data on once the plane was on the runway and I received a message from Rebecca. She was wondering when I would land and If she could come over, Tim had a softball game that night until late. It’s amazing the effect of just a simple question, a simple text message. From limp to stiff, my cock practically makes the decision for me before my fingers can even begin to reply to her. I reply back and tell her a time to come by, and wouldn’t you know it, that works out just fine for her. Read more »

” The call” is my first post/story and it is about a spanked wife

**The call**

Back when my wife was 32 years old and we had been married for 10 years I got a call from her work. She worked in a medical facility and had to work with meds. They had very strict procedures on how the meds were handled and processed. Obviously for good reason.

One day I got a call from my wife’s boss to say that my wife had been skipping procedures and it was not the first time. He said that they were all fond of my wife at work and they didn’t want to lose her but something had to be done or she would loss her job. He said he was calling me to see if I thought some corporal discipline could help?

I know my wife and that is one thing she is so against. I had, had fantasies of spanking her but knew it would never happen. Once I got her to bend over a table for a light tap but she completely refused to let me pull her panties down even a little. It was such a let down. Read more »

I [F] an affair with my former “coach” [M] that carried on for years…still in platonic contact with him today!

I’m not sure if this is even the right place for this, but it doesn’t seem right for relationships and it doesn’t fit in confessions, so here we are… I’ll give more details if that’s what’s asked. I’m a first time poster here so be gentle… ?
When I was in junior high and high school I had a, for lack of better terms, a coach (not a teacher/not a sports coach – something else without giving everything away). He was talented, smart, funny, handsome, and obviously MUCH more mature than the boys my own age. (Duh, teenage me! He’s 18 years older than you!). We bonded over the 3 years he was my “coach” as he was the only member of the coaching staff who believed in me and really mentored and encouraged me. My parents worked a lot, so he would also drive me home and we would chat and bond over classic rock and music. As far as I know, he could never tell how big of a stupid school girl crush I had on him. He eventually got fed up with the rest of the coaching staff’s BS and abruptly quit, which left me angry, heartbroken and feeling abandoned. I didn’t speak to him for years! That is until I was about 22 (maybe 6-7 years later) when he reached out to me out of the blue and apologized for leaving the way he did and told me how much he had missed me. We agreed to have lunch…then dinner and the next thing I knew we were carrying on what felt like a platonic/teetering on romantic relationship. Then he tells me… he’s still married… ?, but being that I was a rebellious 22 year old, I didn’t give AF and we carried on an affair off and on for the next 5.5 years!
Most nights we would meet and go to dinner and fool around in his car. Even today when he occasionally gets drunk, he’ll remark about how incredible my tongue felt or how good I was at giving head. To this day, I’ve never had anyone touch me with their hands or tongue and satisfy me the way he could.
He was miserable, bless his heart, and so was I! He claimed at the time that he couldn’t divorce his wife because he still had 4 young children at home, which at the time I was skeptical of, but he did divorce her as soon as his youngest turned 18, so maybe he wasn’t a complete lying sack of crap. Anyway, our time together was always so fun and wonderful, the physical stuff was amazing and it seemed to fill a need for the both of us. We always stayed in platonic contact, but were “there” for each other when the other needed. It was a strange unspoken understanding. He and I have stayed in contact even though we haven’t done anything physical in many years. I still occasionally go watch him perform with friends and have even met his new wife. I used to feel a little guilty about the whole thing, but looking back, not so much anymore. I’m not sure that we can/would ever go back to the way we were, but I can’t deny that even after all these years and such a big age difference, I still find him all around incredibly attractive. I even find myself completely turned on when he greets me with a hug and kiss on the cheek on the rare occasion (maybe 2-3 times a year) that we see each other. Hell, I get completely turned on just reminiscing this…
I have only a couple friends that have even the slightest idea about this and it felt SO good to get it all off my chest!

My Friends Wife Won’t Stop Telling [M]e When She’s Not Wearing Pantied

To start I’d like to say I love my friends and their marriage is perfect. But I know that they must talk about how hot it is when she hits on his friends, there just no other explanation. But what she does with me always seems very intimate, private if you will

It all started with a warm summer party at my friends house…as soon as we arrived we all noticed that she was wearing these tight white pants with no ass pockets. he pale skin was so visible through it you could tell where her high white booth shorts were. We all kind of acknowledged it at one point and she sheepishly laughed it off. The party went on as more people arrived, but later on in the night we couldn’t help but notice that the panty line was gone…So naturally I pulled her aside and called her out privately on it…at this point she was pretty drunk, and we’re always playful when we’re drunk. I whispered in her ear “took those booth shorts off eh?” and she immediately burst out laughing and slapped my chest in a very flirty way, we both just locked eyes and laughed. The rest of the night I couldn’t help but stare at her big ass, knowing she had nothing underneath. Read more »

The Parlor [FMM]

Chapter One

One evening I opened my husband’s laptop to look up a recipe. I had just entered “Re” when the search bar autopopulated an obscure subreddit for swingers. The url was obvious enough to cause my heart to suddenly drop. Our sex life was as vanilla as it could be. My husband had never hinted at an unfulfilled desire… let alone the suggestion of swinging.

I couldn’t help myself. I clicked through the url and found that this thread was more than just a casual discussion of swinging. Rather, the thread was a sophisticated coordination for an elaborate swingers’ party in a nearby Connecticut suburb known for its affluence. It didn’t take long to find my husband’s comment. His username was anything but creative.

Where my heart had dropped before, it now ached as I read his introduction and his desire to attend stag. I couldn’t bear to read any further and abruptly closed the screen before running off to the sink. Read more »

Locked Cock and Loaded [MMF][cuckold][cumplay]

Honestly, I don’t remember how it started. It was one of those things that escalated after a slow period of build up like a glacier devouring a valley. Her urges were strong and slow moving. They eventually broke down my walls. She was in therapy dealing with a lot of issues, but I never expected to end up with my cock locked in a chasty harness.

It throbbed against the bindings as I watched Shane fuck my wife from behind. A key with a heart-shaped handle swayed gently as he pounded her doggy-style. Shane was a muscular, thirty-something claims adjuster that Sharon bumped into at an after work happy hour. The man had the personality of varnished
linoleum, but he had the youthful sharp looks of Loki from the Avenger’s movies. In fact, that was his nickname around the office. I was impressed with Sharon’s persuasiveness – a claims adjuster roped into an affair between an over-sexed, workaholic wife and her husband with a fetish for watching. Read more »

She Does As She’s Told [MMMMF] [gangbang]

She looked exactly as Thomas had described her in the ad. She was petite. Really small, actually. She had some curves. Her ass was nice and firm, and she stuck it out a bit. One could notice it when she walked. She had some pride in it, clearly. She wiggled it as she walked into the room that night. She wanted to excite and make a good appearance. Thomas loved it when she did that.

“This is Eve,” Thomas said. His voice was calm and steady.

“Hi there,” she said.

They all were in a hotel that Thomas had gone through the trouble of booking. He was wearing some jeans and a button-up shirt. Eve had on a very tiny skirt and a bra that barely covered her nipples. She had her brunette hair done up in an elaborate finger wave. She had expensive pearls. Her makeup had been done professionally. She was done up as much as possible for the evening. Thomas wanted to make sure she felt pretty. Read more »