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Sister-in-law panty confessions

I’ve been dying to share this story for years.

It all started while I was sitting with my then-wife on the couch at her mother’s house. Her mother and her sister lived together and we spent a lot of time with the both of them, sometimes sleeping over.

One morning, after my sister-in-law, Carianne, took her shower, she was sitting on the reclining chair in her purple bathrobe. The robe was open and, well, let’s start by saying that I had a nice view.

Carianne was about 37 and big. About 275 pounds big would be my guess, but she was sexy. I can’t really describe it more accurately, but she was very sexy. About 5 foot 6 or so with big breasts and big legs. And she acted very conservative, being from a church-going family. I never bought it — I thought she was wild and dirty like her sister, but she never let on if she was.

So my wife and I are sitting across from the recliner on the loveseat when my wife, who never minced words, said to her sister: “Any chance you might close your legs so my husband doesn’t have to get a full view?” Read more »

Truth or Dare with co-actor [MF]

I met Cynthia (Cindy), when we were cast in the same play as husband and wife. When I first met her at auditions, I thought she was stuck up, bitchy, and rude. I did not want to act with her. During a break at our first rehearsal, we bonded. We were both overweight, both had some PTSD from out work at local prisons, and both were quite sarcastic. We had twisted senses of humour and liked to hide our pain that way. We’d often play Truth or Dare (more truth than dare) and I learned we both liked to drink more than usual (bordering on alcoholism), and she revealed that she was unable to have kids due to a surgery when she was a late teen, which led to her drinking more.

Our characters on stage often just yelled at each other as her character got more and more drunk as the play went on. There was a lot of sexual tension on stage as the couple, which led to some off stage sexual tension as well. The week leading up to the show, we got our costumes. I wore a tuxedo (since the play takes place during a New Years Eve Party) and she wore a form fitting navy blue dress. Cindy was shorted than me and basically the perfect definition of buxom: big breasts (I’d guess HH cups), slim waist, and nice fat ass. Her dress was low cut giving LOTS of cleavage. Read more »

[M]y Very First GW Story – Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays ladies. I don’t get much attention on Reddit on my NSFW account. Maybe I’m too old, or there are some boundary issues. Maybe I just haven’t learned to NSFW-Reddit properly, or maybe it’s none of those things. It’s Christmas though, and while I normally save myself for y’all by way of GWA, I wanted to change it up. Stay with me; this is a long ride…

Firstly, this is a true story. I’ve contemplated figuring out the best way to tell it, and here’s why: It makes me feel very exposed and very vulnerable. The whole experience versus the sum of it’s parts, well, it’s been paying off but it was a hefty price I payed. Secondly – I do not support or admonish adultery. It’s horrible to be cheated on, and I’ve never forgiven myself for taking the high road as a cheater. There are healthier ways to end relationships and I want to be clear about that. Don’t let me sway you to think I was a victim. I was only a victim of being an idiot.

The real reason we [MF] were late for the Christmas party

We M31 and F29 were running late. My wife and I were running around the house trying to gather up everything for our trip to her family’s holiday party. We’ve been so busy this past week and haven’t really seen each other.

We load up the car and run back inside to setup our pets for the next couple hours. My wife stops me and kisses me. “I haven’t seen you much lately.”

“I know.” I sigh “we’ve both been so caught up in the holiday that we’ve both been exhausted.”

“Maybe we do something for us before we head out?” She says smirking.

I grab her and we kiss deeply. I feel her hands go around me and pull me closer. “I want you so fucking bad.” I moan, sliding her shirt over her head. She pushes me on the couch and pull my pants off, springing my 8.5” cock out. She doesn’t hesitate by sliding me inside her. She’s soaking wet and takes all of me. She kisses my shoulder blade and pulls my hands over her 32c cup breasts and begs “touch me”. Read more »

(Not So) Silent Night [MF] [Oral] [Christmas]

Growing up, Nora Oliver-Winters was the kind of soft-spoken girl that few noticed. She was quiet, keeping to herself and rarely causing a raucous. Her high school sweetheart turned husband, Nicholas Winters, was the same. He was the kind of quiet, reserved boy that few gave a second thought.

When they got together, it seemed so fitting. Some of their friends said that they were the calmest, quietest couple of all time. Those same friends probably didn’t see them around the holidays. That was when they came out of their shell and made a little noise.

“I don’t know what gets into you during the holidays, but it’s really something,” Nora’s father used to tell her.

That was generous on her father’s part, but still accurate. As a kid, Nora was the kind of girl who would squeal with joy before sitting on Santa’s lap at the mall. As a teenager and adult, she would sing loudest whenever Christmas music came on or whenever holiday parties got rowdy. Fittingly enough, her husband was often the one who helped make them rowdy. Read more »

An ongoing fantasy of (M)ine

When I was between marriages, before I met my wife, I carried on an affair with married woman for over a year. Kim was early 40s, a former beauty queen that had gained a lot of weight when she was pregnant but still had awesome curves. Her husband was a very successful businessman that owned several tire shops around the area. He was also a fat slob, former all-American athlete, that had to lay down to get a blowjob, otherwise his gut hung over his dick and she couldn’t get to it. He was always hounding her for sex, but she found him disgusting and only fucked him enough to keep him from kicking her out. Their son was 16 and attended a private military school, only coming home on the weekends and during school breaks.

The following is an ongoing fantasy I have about Kim. The fantasy is set in current time although our affair was over 25 years ago. Cell phones were just coming out and most were so big they had to be mounted in a car. Anyway, on with the fantasy. Read more »

[M] [F] [inc] [pee] [preg] The champagne room

I have a confession to make. One that weighs on me so heavily. One that I think only you can hear. I don’t even really know where to start, and despite having a lot of reasons to justify, to defend, they sound more like hollow excuses to me. I will let you be the judge.

This story starts many decades ago, in Silcox, a small town in Wyoming. My name is Jack De Vaalt, and I was born there. So was my wife, Janice Pershing. The town was run more like a Christian cult than anything else. Strict morals, curfews, you name it, we had it. Everything in the pursuit of purity. I was never made for that. I was made for the pleasures of life. I was made to sit by the ocean sipping a drink. I was made for love. For bliss. Or, as they would call it there, eternal damnation. I got an early start of trouble by getting caught making out with Janice in a parking lot. The only solution? Getting married of course. And so we did. I was 21, she wasn’t even 18 quite yet. We had to get a special approval. But off we want, to married life. It took us a couple years, but we ended up pregnant. We gave birth to our first, and only, child, sweet lovely Nicole Anne De Vaalt. And a few years later, I managed to persuade Janice to leave Silcox and start a new life. We basically had to run off in the night, like rats through the sewers. We picked Las Vegas. For a man like me, the perfect place. All amusement, all entertainment, available. A true haven of pleasure, an endless supply of endorphins at your fingertips. Janice accepted her fate, more out of obedience than true desire of freedom. Read more »

[MF] Communal Shower

So we started going to a nudist resort a couple hours from home this summer. The place is remote and friendly with some great cabins, pool and lots of great people. As newbies, we kept our “swinger-side” under wraps since we know that it’s generally not acceptable to flaunt your sexuality at these places. The small crowd was a mix of young and old – all types as you would expect. We spent all day hanging by the pool enjoying drinks and making new friends. We hadn’t been to many purely nudist resorts before – we mostly go to clubs or resorts designed for the swinger crowd that have nude pools and beaches. I was surprised when I found out that the bathhouses were there all communal. I thought that was pretty cool and unique. Anyway, it was my first experience peeing in a stall next to a woman so that was fun! Read more »