Bath House Debauchery[orgy][gay][mfmm][cheating]

“I can’t believe how long it’s been. I mean, your wife is kind of a bitch to be honest, and it has put a damper on our friendship. But I’m really glad we could reconnect like this and get together to get reacquainted.” Jennifer took a sip of her chardonnay as she expressed her excitement at this reunion with her long lost friend.

Jennifer’s brunette hair was down, flowing over her pale shoulders. Her tight t-shirt was snug around her perky C-cups, and her jeans were hugging her slight curves as she leaned forward on top of the table drinking her wine.

“Ha, yeah, I guess.” Mike chuckled uncomfortably. “I always regretted us losing touch. I hope we can get to know each other all over again, now that you managed to get in touch with me again.”

“You know, it’s been nice chatting and everything, but I was thinking we could go somewhere else and continue…reconnecting.” Jennifer smirked, a naughty twinkle in her eye as she stood up from the table and took Mike’s hand. Without a word, he followed her to her car, and stared in silence at her as they began to drive away from the bar.

These meetups are having me feeling some sort of way [FM]

I have been meeting up with someone for a few weeks now. A little backstory, we have known each other for years as he dated a friend long ago. Now he is married and I’m single and his wife has completely given up on any attention towards him. In his words, ‘he misses feeling wanted’. He began barking up my tree and I eventually caved in. We met up, had sex, and it has been escalating since.

Tonight we met in our usual spot, we have been using my truck as a great spot to have sex. It’s dark when we both get out of work and we like the thrill. He tells me throughout the day what he wants to do to me and it winds me right up. It started with our usual makeout session and his hands quickly making their way down my pants, undoing my belt and his fingers know where to trace and rub to make me smile from pleasure.

He gets almost rabid during our meetups, he pulls me pants down and gets outside my truck and uses my seat as a platform to eat my pussy. He holds my legs and makes me shake until I tell him I can’t take it anymore. This usually leads to me begging for his cock and he’s more than happy to give it.

Hotel Threesome [MFF] [threesome][bondage]

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He stirred the ice in in the bottom of his tumbler absent mindedly. The bar at the hotel was quiet tonight. Piano music softly filled the dim arena with a calming melody. His wife’s shoulder brushed against his. He looked over at her. She looked back, a quiet, tired, but contented glimmer in her green eyes. She was truly the apple of his eye. She exuded self confidence. She was Empowered and strong. Yet she was his. There was an unspoken, unbreakable bond between them, gained only through time, effort and hardship. He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

Whispering in her ear, “Why don’t you head up to the room and get cleaned up.”

Her eyes glistened. She didn’t say anything, but instead half nodded and stood up from the bar, placing her nearly finished third gin on the counter. He watched her walk away toward the lobby and the elevator, then tapped the counter, prompting the bartender to come over and pour him another whiskey. He stroked his beard quietly, before looking down the bar.

BITTER PILL Chapters 1 & 2 (long), [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

*This is fiction. Rape is wrong. Cheers.*

Bitter Pill Ch 1

She knew I was coming for her. She didn’t know how or when, but I’d made it clear that she wasn’t safe anymore. She was confused for a moment when I swept the bed covers off of her. Not sure if she had been asleep yet, but she definitely seemed surprised to see someone standing over her holding a pair of cuffs in the dim light coming through her bedroom door.

“Danny?” she asked.

She knew it was me. What she was really asking was, ‘Danny are you going to hurt me?’

The rage I felt. It’s what she deserved for being a faithless whore and an absentee mother all these years. But she was also asking if there was a way out, which made my hard dick pulse under my pj’s because there wasn’t.

“Yes.” I hissed. “And no.”

*****

About me: I’m a sick fuck. I’m athletic, 6’3” and sort of thick now, but I was both a late bloomer and one of the younger kids in my class. So, for a few years, I was a primary target of opportunity at a boarding school for the rich and sadistic.

My [F]irst [FFM] threesome

Last Friday night was one of the best of my life. First off, apologies, this may be a long one. My husband and I are new to swinging. We’ve been to a swinger’s club and met a few very cool people, including John and Luna. They’re both in their mid-thirties; John is the kind of guy who makes you laugh your clothes off, and Luna is initially shy but with a seriously kinky sex kitten in her. Looks wise, he has sandy hair, average height and a very sexy ass. She has amazing curves, dark curly hair you immediately want to run your hands through and about C cup breasts, with long, firm nipples. They have kids, so are limited to hang out when they can get a babysitter. I am a bit younger (late twenties), 1.74m, 34 E breasts with puffy nipples and an upturned nose most people call cute. Also, dimples.

John and I started texting which turned dirty pretty quickly. Luna was a bit more reserved, so I was really looking forward to seeing her in person to get a bit closer to her. I was burning up to see them and hopefully get naked too. Hubby and I wanted to go to the club on Friday, but no-one we know was going. He eventually wanted to rather meetup with friends from work, and it would be awkward if I joined.

A Night on my sailboat [MF] [MM]

AN EVENING ON MY SAILBOAT (A 100% true story.)

When I was younger I was a partner in a beautiful thirty two foot Catalina sailboat.
My boat was docked at Monroe St. harbor.
I didn’t have the money to have a berth on the dock and had to settle on tying up to a can.
Cans are buoys that are evenly spaced out in the harbor.
The only way to reach your boat is to ether have a small dingy or to use the tender boats.
These are basically water taxis that would drive you over to your boat.

Here in Chicago we have a tradition called Venetian Night.
People dress up their boats and often join the parade of boats as they motor around the harbor and lake shore.
Other use it as just another excuse to party on their boats (As if boaters need a reason to party.).
Traditionally I would just invite a couple of friends and stay moored to our can as we grilled our food
while drinking an excess of beer.

A Moment of Panic and an Evening of Pleasure [MF]

It was a normal day at work and I was arriving home after my wife as usual. I opened the front door of the house and heard music coming from the bedroom, which usually meant my wife was cleaning or having a solo dance party. Once I dropped my jacket and bag at the door I realized it was more than just music I was hearing. I could hear our wood headboard banging against the wall, almost in time with the music and my wifes loud yet almost stifled moans. I had an intense feeling of panic wash over me. My immediate thought was of my wife getting fucked on our bed by some guy that I didn’t know, or worse, did know.

I didn’t know how to react and it took me a moment to move from my frozen state. I walked quietly to our bedroom and pushed open the half closed door, half horny, half ready to attack. When I got to the end of our bedroom hallway and peeked around the corner, there wasn’t anyone there with my wife, much to my relief.

[FM] A guys fantasy about going after another guy told by the wife

I’m Asian, in my 40’s, 5’3″ and in the 130’s

He was an ex-coworker (that I became good friends with) that was in town visiting for some work. We had kept in touch and he had talked about how he had a fantasy about going after another guy.
Well, one day he stopped over my house soon after my husband had left for a business trip. It was early afternoon and the kids were next door preoccupied.. My husband and I had sex right before he had left and this drop in from my friend was supposed to be just a quick visit to give me some tickets to a event. We got to talking and it came up how I had just had sex. I saw his eyes light up and I knew what he was thinking. He asked if we could go to the bedroom and he could take a look “at what was left behind”. I agreed as it was making him so excited.

Fucking My Best Friend’s Dad

One minute I was in orgasmic bliss, my eyes rolled back, my body arched, and the next I was being whisked across the room. He told me to scoop up my clothes, and I certainly did. What the fuck was about to happen? Bra check, panties check. Cheerleader top; got it! Shoes and skirt? Still on. Phew, ok, I have everything. He pushed me under his desk and held a finger to his mouth. So authoritative. So controlling. So hot! He got his clothes on in a hurry, sat down and finished the zip of his fly just in the nick of time.

I was curled up. My back pressed again the solid oak front plate of the desk. My knees were tucked into my body, pressing on my tits. My nipples were still hard. I clasped my hands around the front of my knees and pulled myself into an even tighter ball. My breathing had slowed from the intense fucking, but my heart raced on, anxious and afraid. Afraid of being caught.

Wi[f]e teases [m]e about her friends wanting me

My wife knows I like hearing about her sex talk with her close friends (everything from cut/uncut to how long and how often her friends fuck or whether their bf’s like tits or ass). I even tell her which friends tits I like like best she goes into detail about how they fuck.

She recently mentioned how she told her friends I can cum and then immediately start fucking again for another round. I told her later on that was a huge turn on so whenever I cum now and she wants more she says “my friends think your cock is so hot”…. I’m looking forward to the next time they visit.