Tag: Wife

My [f22] first night working at a private swingers club [FFM]

So, a while ago my roommate and I went to an LGBT night at a private swingers club we’d seen advertised around by people we knew. The night we were there I spoke to the owner and we hit it off. He and his wife were older swingers who were still very active in the scene and liked to host nights out of a building they owned and had a hard time renting.

The place is BYOB and the first night I was there the wife was bartending and serving drinks towards the end of the night and I asked her about it, she said they had a girl who worked there for the last six months but she moved back to the West Coast to go to medical school. I spent two years bartending in college and made good money and she said you make really amazing tips because it’s BYOB and people aren’t spending money on expensive drinks.

I had a blast at the club that night and it was a younger, fun crowd so I talked to her about taking over the gig starting in March when I finished some other work stuff. I agreed to work Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights for the next few weeks and see how I liked it. Read more »

The Start [hotwife][M+F]

There’s something wrong with me. I should be jealous, I should be pissed, I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. My cock is rock hard and I am more turned on than I have ever been in my life. My beautiful wife is bent over with her tight ass in the air and her face buried in the couch, while my friend is behind her driving his massive dick into her tight pussy. Her moans of pleasure are muffled by the pillows but they can not be contained. There is definitely something wrong with me. How the fuck did we get here? My perfect wife, the woman I love with all of my heart is behaving like a porn star and I can’t look away. I’m afraid to even touch my cock for fear that it will explode.

It started as a normal night with friends. Drinks were flowing. Party games were being played. It was nothing out of the ordinary. My wife Kay kinda fancies herself a bartender and a she makes amazing cocktails. We both enjoy them, maybe a bit too much sometimes. Read more »

[M]y wi[F]e sucked off 12 boys last night

My wife is 38, decent looks very kinky, has a discreet naughty side

We have a gloryhole that we set up in our apartment for a bit of play times

Last night we invited over 12 fit young boys from Tinder, most were about half her age! And all 12 cummed directly inside her throat while she gave blowjobs

I love how slutty she is and how much cum she swallows :)

Billionaire Breeding Agency Part 4 (MF)(FF)(MFF)(Breeding)(Pregnancy)(Dom/Sub)

This is the final part of my Billionaire Breeding Agency Book 1. I have truly enjoyed sharing this book with you. I will be starting book 2 as soon as book 1 is published on Amazon and will have the chapters available as early access on my Patreon account.

# Chapter 10

Sheila stared down at the pile of paperwork in front of her, unable to focus. Juliette was due any day now, and she needed to be with her daughter. She didn’t have time to worry about Tiffany not getting knocked up. The fertility tests had come back, there was nothing medically wrong with Tiffany, she just hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. Why was this so hard for the Thompsons to understand?

Frustrated, she scooped up the medical reports and added them to Tiffany’s file. *Fuck the Thompsons* Sheila thought as she slammed the file cabinet shut and locked it. She grabbed her coat and phone and headed for the door. As her fingers touched the knob, her phone rang. Looking down at the display screen, she sighed, Emily Thompson. At least it wasn’t Jared this time. Read more »

Sharing My Wife, First Time at a Sex Club

A few more sessions of watching that video while we fucked, made us both want a little more. (What video? [Click here](https://sexualcompass.com/2019/10/21/watching-my-wife/) for the back story details). The way the stranger used her, just for sex, was fucking hot, and amazing to watch. She agreed. I wanted to watch her in person with someone else. I wanted to share my wife, let her be the little slut that she is, in my presence. She was hesitant at first, but as we watched the videos a few more times and had amazingly hot sex during it each and every time, she said she wanted to do it. Great, now what?

We decided that the best way would be to visit a sex club. We did a little research and decided to just do it. She dressed herself up in a very short red dress, a nice color for a a good little slut. Her breasts weren’t popping out but you could tell that she came to play. I donned slacks and a button up, business attire for our night out. We walked in and were greeted by a hostess wearing not much at all. She was definitely nice to look at. The anticipation on the drive there had more than turned me on, and now looking at this 20 something in a flirty little black number with fishnet stocking, and I was more than ready to play. Read more »

Dating Black Women Made Me Into A Cuckold. What Now? [M]

Introduction: Since becoming sexually active almost two decades ago – I’ve always been attracted to, and pursued black women. While this has brought about some great relationships and even better sex…my whiteboy cock has never been “enough” in the bedroom.
(While I’m 8” long…I’ve been told I don’t fuck “hard enough” and have a clear beta, bisexual demeanor.)
Various exes cheated on me with black ex-boyfriends, and my ex-wife settled with a black man to satisfy her needs and raise our girl. When I met my second wife, I knew I had to approach things differently.

Recently: My Wife and I have opened our marriage. We had our first cuckold experience- which involved a bi man pounding her pussy right in front of me. I watched some of it while tugging on my cock; and got a lazy blowjob during the rest. He enjoyed watching me fuck his sloppy seconds – so I wound up fucking her to completion right after he creampied her. Read more »

Educating Laura, a ddlg saga. Part 17.

And here it is. The long awaited part 17. If you have enjoyed my work previously, I hope this one will meet your expectations. If you haven’t read any of my work before then you can find it in my profile, but at some point I will add direct links here as well. Enjoy!

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Part 17.

We had all been very busy; my students preparing for their exams, and myself preparing things for my students, Laura in particular. The morning of the final exam had arrived and I could see them waiting outside the exam room, pumped and ready for combat.

Examination board rules strictly forbid teachers from supervising the exams of the subjects they taught, so as my students marched into the exam room all I could do is hand out high five and words of praise and encouragement. Laura pauses by me as she went in and whispered “I’m plugged up, daddy”, and gave a little wiggle of her bum as she headed to her assigned seat. All 18 of the class were there, all 18 ready for this last test, all 18 looking confident and happy. Read more »

The Sacred Release: An Outlander-inspired kidnapping fantasy written by my talented Sassenach [Part 1]

Thirteen suns had swung through the sky and sunk beneath the mountain caps since the thane Calan had disavowed the crown. The King’s messenger had ridden into the valley to deliver the decree that the town should send twenty men of fighting age to march in the ranks against the English. Back had the messenger been sent with an unprecedented simple refusal – no men would be sent south. Of the last contribution of muscle, sword and blood twenty strong, only one had returned less a leg. The harvest that followed was pathetic without enough men to reap, and the bitter winter that year drowned the village in sadness as all went hungry.

Calan had sworn to his wife that this year would be lived for themselves.

He knew retribution would come, but the form in which it would materialise would remain a surprise. The King did not mete justice openly; known from sea to sea for his literal backstabbing approach to vengeance. Calan had not slept soundly since the day he had dispatched the messenger back down the hillside. He awoke at every distant animal call, every rustling of wind in branch and leaves, and grew suspicious of even familiar faces around him. Read more »

Our sexual transformation, part 1 [MF]

This is gonna be pretty tame by a lot of standards in here. Hey, we’re 58 and we’ve been married for over 30 years, but the last few months for us have been very interesting and I thought I’d share the story here, especially as it evolves. It’s gonna be long and take a minute to get to action. If that’s not your thing, I totally get it. You’ve been forewarned. I’m posting part 1 now, and will write up parts 2 and 3 when I get a minute. And as this is very much a dynamic, ongoing situation I’ll post further updates when that’s appropriate. But, spoiler alert (at least to where we’re at in real time), my wife and I go through some drama and we’re currently in – by far – the best emotional and sexual place we’ve ever been and it wouldn’t have happened without Lisa. Read more »

Excitement As I Know It

The End of Excitement As I Know It

“Your pussy looks delicious and I’m starving” reads that little blue text bubble. My body jolts with excitement and a high-pitched *AHH* leaves my body without warning. Carissa’s exchange with our smoking hot kickboxing instructor sounds more like erotic fiction than reality, the one-on-one training sessions Joe has set up this week oozing with so much sexual energy it would make an entire Atlanta strip joint blush. I reply with an army of all caps proclamations of excitement and stunned disbelief. “THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE,” my final soldier, storming the field of this gushing exchange. I wait for a response; my mind takes an unexpected tilt. Me and you ended your borderline euphoric visit with the decision to be exclusive. I wonder, does this mark the end of excitement for me?

The memory of Marcelo falls onto the forefront of my mind like the winds of longing blew it all the way there, just to spite me. Marcelo, the Brazilian man who I matched with on Tinder and proceeded to meet for the first time on the nude beach during my vacation in San Diego. Marcelo, the bronzed, bulking man that closer resembled a statue of a Greek god than his actual pictures. Marcelo, the man who joined his shadow with mine onto the white wall of his all white room, moving together next to the window of an electric blue sky, a burst of color after sunset almost radioactive. Read more »