The Time Val [F]ucked, A Memoir: My Best Friend’s Dad (Part I)

It was mid 2008, I had turned 18 the last week of May thanks to being enrolled late and not speaking a lick of English when I got here in the 2nd grade. We had all the songs we downloaded from Limewire that our hearts could desire cued up on Windows Media Player and bumped to them as we danced—more like moshed—around my best friend’s room head-banging to My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy.

I had streaks of red in my hair and I couldn’t find any skirts or dresses longer than mid-thigh in my size because I was half a foot taller than all of the girls in my class and about three bra sizes bigger. Nothing seemed to fit because it all hugged me too tightly, and I wasn’t allowed to walk out of my mom’s house without an obscenely outdated wool cardigan that made me look like I was going in to a diner for an earlybird senior citizen special.

School was out for the summer and I had next to nothing left to do before we rushed into our senior year. I was a bookworm and had read all of the assigned summer reading books for fun in my spare time already and I didn’t have much to do other than waste my time and the time of my friends’ older siblings.

[MF] I drove my husband into the arms of another woman (his coworker). It turns me on. Would love to play out the logical conclusion of what’s going on in my life

We’ve been together for 6 years, married for 2 years and dated for 4 (you did the math obvi). We met on a blind date and I honestly didn’t think he’d go for me at first – I’m a bit on the plain side and he’s really handsome and outgoing. The first date went just okay, and I actually deleted his number because I was like, “Well, that was a waste because he’ll never ask me for a second date!” but then a week later, he asked to go out again and the rest is history.

The sex was (and is, when it happens) great. He just seemed totally unlike most of the other guys I had been with – he’s definitely assertive in bed, knows exactly what he wants but also cares about my pleasure, is well-endowed and extremely passionate (and my god, best kisser ever). While most of my friends are complaining about their husbands’ lack of libido or how much of a dad bod they’re cultivating, I kinda just shrug because my husband stays fit and doesn’t lack in horniness for sure. Over the years, though, I’ve just kinda not been into sex as much, and also gained a few pounds, such that there’s a noticeable difference in terms of our sex drives. He’s definitely become more familiar with his hand, which I simultaneously feel guilty about but also feel is just part of growing older (not to give too much detail, but we’re in our early 30s).

Surprise squirt [MF]

Second story we’ve posted. I will try to elaborate a little more than I did on our first story. Like our first story, this one is from the male perspective. I have tossed the idea to my wife of having her write some stories (maybe even reiterations of these first two) from her perspective. What do you all think, would you like getting both perspectives on some stories and then have a mix of male/female perspectives on others? Let us know! Now on to the story.

A few nights ago as my wife and I were about to lay down for bed, she stepped out of the room for a moment. While she was out of the room, I was preparing for bed when I saw her magic wand sex toy mount next to the bed with her magic wand in it and ready to go. It was late, I was really tired, and I had to get up early for work the next morning, but seeing the mount and imagining my wife straddling it and cumming multiple times had my dick so hard that it was pulsing. At this point, going to sleep was the furthest thing from my mind and all I wanted was my wife on that mount, using her magic wand and screaming with pleasure. I grabbed it and set it up on the bed, putting a towel underneath it in case things got messy.

[MF] First time with the hot older dad from camp

As a long time reader on this sub, I never thought I’d have a story of my own to tell, but here we are! A little about me before we begin, I’m 25 years old and I’m comfortable enough with myself to know that I’m pretty plain by most standards. I’m 5’9 so kind of tall I guess. I wouldn’t say I’m skinny, I’d say I have a pretty natural body. I’m outside a lot doing activities, but don’t specifically go to the gym or anything. If you’ve been around kids, you’d know that that’s a workout in its own right! I have dark brown hair, currently with some highlights, which is very typically not me. A friend of mine recently got married and this happened as part of a makeover for the wedding. I’ve always been more of an outdoorsy person, but not like your typical tinder “loves the outdoors and hiking” girl. I work as a counselor at a really awesome summer camp for kids and that is where this story begins. (Sorry, but this is on the long side!)

[M]y [F]antasy [F]ucking a married couple [3]some

NSFWr/gonewildstories

I’m craving a sexy body rn – 3some fantasy

u/Gobbledegook

I would want you slamming me against a wall while your husband eats one of us out.

Or how about I’m licking up his balls while you finger my asshole? I love the vein tying the sacks together. God, I can taste their salty sweat and precious, stretchy, warm and tangy skin. Fuck!

Oh God, your hands and his on my E-sized perky breasts, distended nipples, oh my goddd fuck me. Let me describe them to you, perched as high up as two decades allow. Smooth skin. Aereola soft pink, bumps erect, pillow sustenance, bruise them by your need of them. Their spilling out to the sides direct your gaze and (subsequently) mouth to the curves of my waist. You pinch my flabby belly, giggle into the subtle wave of my bush. You breathe me deeply and suck air through my curls. He has your hair in hand, and then your shoulders, pushing you towards me, down on me, and you’re spreading my legs. He holds up my upper half.

You lift one up and heave it, fireman’s style, over your shoulder. You’re whispering sweet kisses onto my inner labia, pull, softly lick, push, smells.

late night drive [MF]

I’ve been a long term lurker and I thought it was time to share one of my hotter memories from college.

I was driving back to college with my girlfriend (now wife). It was past midnight on a rural stretch of highway. My car had a bench seat and my girl (I’ll call her Ann) was sitting next to me. I started playing with her tits, tweaking her nipples while she starting rubbing my cock.

My blood started pumping so I told her to take off her jeans. Ann happily slid off her jeans and panties. I slid my hand down to her freshly shaved snatch and slid one finger into her super wet pussy and started playing with her clit. I started probing deeper, then adding a second, then a third finger. I kept thrusting all three knuckle deep fingers into her as she moaned louder and louder. Eventually, she had two screaming orgasms in short order.

My Big Italian Wedding [MF]

A while ago my cousin got married, it was fairly big wedding about 500 people were at this shin dig. I was a honored member of the wedding party, at the time I was single and opted to play the field and not bring a date.

Booze was flowing and there so many people there.

A family friend was there and brought his daughter, him and his wife were like aunts uncles and I haven’t seen them in years, nor have I seen their daughter Helen since she was a kid (she was about 6 years younger) but she was about 5’10 now, probably 140 that was mostly tits & ass with light brown hair, green eyes and a great mug shot, really turned into a good looking girl.
So my folks and her folks wanted us to “meet” as old school Italians tend to do the awkward re-introduction, “you remember Helen, she is Nino’ daughter….”
Most of the times they are Trainwrecks.
This? Not so bad.
So we make some small talk at first, hit the bar and we kind of hit it off.

Better man for her: Day 1

Chapter 1:

She’s 3 years older than me, beautiful as can be, fit like an athlete should be, c cup breasts, perfect tight bubble butt, thick thighs, tan skin. She was always an object of my fantasies once I started to mature and care about girls. She was like any older bitchy sister who didn’t care for her little brother. She always chose the wrong man to be with, always ended being cheated on because she wouldn’t give them sex when they wanted. For she wanted more from a man, wanted to feel more from a man and mean more to a man than just sex. I watched and heard her cry again and again helpless as she couldn’t care less about me.

Visit to the Chiroprator and massage [Group]

My wife and I both see the same chiropractor Dr. L, and massage therapist C., who also happen to be married. They both operate a practice in the basement of their home. Because of convenience, it isn’t uncommon for both of us to go for massage and chiropractor adjustments at the same time. Last month that was exactly what happened which lead to what happened a couple days ago.

B and I both went for a visit last month and while I got my massage, he got adjustment and electrical therapy and then we switched. Each takes about 45 minutes and when we are done, both of us feel great. During that visit, B got done about five minutes before I and walked over to the adjustment room just as I was getting the last one. I was laying on my side and Dr. L was behind me instructing me to drop my leg off the side of the table. Once I did that a few times he adjusted my foot behind my knee and then dropped some of his weight on my body to adjust my back. On the way home from that visit, B told me that watching the adjustment, the way I was laying on my side in yoga pants with my leg bent and Dr. L right behind me was a real turn on. I replied that it was hot thinking about him watching me and not knowing how turned on he was. We talked some more and agreed that we should take this further and try and see what happens. Fast forward to this past week.

Hotwife and The Babysitter [Ff][Mf][MFf][BBW][Oral][Cum][Long]

**Hotwife and The Babysitter**
^(A story by UK_Hotwife_and_Hubby ()[^(ukhotwifeandhubby@gmail.com)](mailto:ukhotwifeandhubby@gmail.com)^())

My wife Carol and I were in an uber, returning home from a rare night out together. We’d had a nice meal and a lot of drinks. We very horny. Since leaving the last bar we couldn’t walk for two minutes without stopping and kissing, hands roaming all over each other. On several occasions we’d ducked into a shop doorway or back alley for some extra touching. Carol had had my cock out, wanking me and I’d have my hand under her skirt, inside her knickers, fingering her. We’d continued the kissing and over clothes touching in the back of the uber. We knew the driver was watching us, he’d even adjusted the mirror for a better view, which was a bit of a turn on for us both.

As we neared out home, we straightened out clothes and I tried to hide my raging hard on, without much luck. I didn’t think it would be appropriate for it to be very visible in front of our seventeen-year-old babysitter.