[FM] Wife came all over hung Ex BF

My wife has talked about her ex BF a few times but would love to hear more.

She told me early on in our relationship that she used to have “fun” with a guy from college. They fucked on an almost daily basis during her last year in college in his dorm room at a frat house. She would walk about a mile over to the frat house and they would fuck for hours. They kept it going after college for another 3 years and met up at least once a week at a motel in the area.

Several months later she had to confess something and said; remember that college guy I was with ? She said he was was a black guy and hoped that Id be ok with it. I was quietly suprised but totally fine with it and didnt give it much thought for quite a while. I asked how it ended and she said that she broke up with him becasue her family would never accept the relationship.

Lady in the Bath, a Poem (f)or (m)y Friend.

Fair lady with cups of D,

Endless fountain of beauty,

In the bath you bare your chest,

Clear a cut above the rest.

Graceful globes oft heard in tales,

Greater than the finest ales,

A wond’rous pair that ne’er fails

To make me as hard as nails.

Now you trust your marv’lous bust

To rouse the deep, fi’ry lust.

In my heart, I long to hear

Your soft whisper in my ear.

Though I’m not a man who prays,

Pleasing you could change my ways.

“Tease her well,” my conscience says,

So I do in words of praise.

Angelic form, brought to life,

Ev’ry man would love to wife.

“Come to me,” you say at last,

I heed your call just as fast.

“Work your magic on my nips,

And you shall then part my lips.

Now my core not water drips,

And I’m longing for your lips.”

Your mouth I kiss with a peck.

To your orbs I then do trek,

Fill my mouth up with your flesh.

With my tongue, I make you thresh.

Dinner Party – Pt. 1 – (MF/BD)

Prompt: A man has arranged a dinner party for his friends. Upon arrival the group enters the dining area, and discovers the man’s wife naked on the center table. She is bound by silken ties, her mout gagged with a delicious looking red apple, and she’s blindfolded.

The man smiles at the frozen postures, and slightly shocked expressions as his guests survey the situation. He steps to the side with a simple expression, “Dinner is served.”

I’d walked into the room with the others, but while they stared on, unsure of what to do, I started casually strolling around her, surverying her.

After a few minutes, I knelt down beside her, whispering in her ear to make sure she knows to play nice, or else. A muffled voice sent a reassuring message back to me.

I ran my fingers down that smooth body of hers, my hands sliding over some of the bindings as I meander over her soft flesh. My hand gave a swift and decisive snack upon her ass, leaving a faint red mark that deepened as the seconds passed.

Illicit (MF, infidelity)

It takes all of sixty seconds.

I park my car next to yours in my driveway, and turn off the music. Silence reigns for a moment when I shut off the engine. Then a rush of sound and scent as I grab my briefcase, and open the car door. The summer sounds – a whirring maelstrom of cicadas, chirping birds and wind rushing through the branches of the oaks. The ticking sound from your SUV’s cooling engine lets me know you arrived only moments before me. As I pass your car, I glance inside at the contents. CDs, scrunchies. Sunglasses and a compact umbrella. I take in everything, feel the glancing familiarity that comes with knowing one has seen something before. It isn’t the clarity that comes with daily routine. I’ve only been in your car a few times – and whenever I’m in it, we’re usually busy fucking each other’s brains out.

The Hunt Part 5, Clean Up

Recap: The Hunt is an invite only BDSM event where couples and singles find new partners for the event by playing an adult hide and seek with BDSM overtones. Its held on the land of a private alternative lifestyle club in northern Michigan. My wife Harley and I are attending for the first time where I have just left the Hunt with my newly captured prey, a beautiful curvaceous redhead with tribal tattoos and pale skin, leading her by my collar and leash.

The Clean Up

We walked back into the main area after checking in with the Game Warden to record the capture and to grab a few bottles of water. The Game Warden marked down my name and camp location as well as her number. This leads to me realizing as we walked away from the hunting grounds I still didn’t know the name of the woman now mine for the night.

“What’s your name?’ I asked as we walked.

“Whatever you want it to be,” she replied. Her voice was low and smokey but sweet like sultry desire draped in innocence.

[M]y Daughter’s Fiend Wanted a [F]acial

# I had originally posted this on another sub but think it’s probably more appropriate here. I suck at the internet because I’m old. Hope you enjoy.

It was ridiculously hot for an April afternoon. The sun was shining directly into the window of my office where I sat finishing up on some documents for a loan I was processing for a local landscaping business. It was around four p.m. on a Friday afternoon and the bank I worked in downtown was dead quiet and still. The calm before the storm of workers coming to cash their company checks. The spring had just entered full swing, though the temperature outside was so high that you could have convinced me that it was already late June. We had broken 80 yesterday and in North Carolina there is no such thing as a dry heat. The humidity is the absolute worst part of living down here.

For the Night is Only Mostly Dark, and Full of Delicious Terrors (true story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

Some people reading these stories have asked why I would take the risk of having illicit sex at all, much less heighten that risk by playing in public or semi-public places.

Same reason people skydive, folks. Same reason they get in shark cages and hang out with great whites.

It’s a fucking, pardon the pun, rush. If you’ve done it, you know what I mean.

Even so, sometimes I look back at an encounter and think, *I have no idea in* ***hell*** *how I got away with that*.

So, to set the stage (and warning, this is kind of a longer one):

This would have been the late 1990s, or maybe the early 2000s. Dates around the turn of the millennium tend to sort of run together, two decades on, and while my memory’s good, it isn’t photographic where the calendar is concerned.

This was back when Yahoo Chat was the connecting point of choice for a lot of people, me included. In addition to the regular chatrooms — grouped by age, state, that sort of thing — there were user-created chatrooms that were supposedly reserved for grownups.

[FFM] ForMyWife – The Snuggle

I’ve written a few fantasy stories to share with my wife. This is the first creative anything I’ve ever shared with the internet.

“You know the rules. Keep your hands to yourself in there.” I say as you both walk into the bathroom. 

You had her over to help in the garden while I was out. You hang up your towels and start the shower. While hot and sweaty can be sexy, we had a feeling our tongues would appreciate cleanliness. You step into the shower first and she follows. You can feel her watching you as you wet your hair.  When you switch spots she turns her ass toward you and you feel it barely brush your hip. You look up at her and watch while she runs her hands through her hair. She turns to face you and between the water flowing down her face you notice her eyes on your chest. She notices your cute little nipples and wonders how they will feel in her mouth today. You feel a slight warming tingle between your legs knowing she is thinking something dirty about you.

Cindy and Marcus’s 3 day no BC trip runs long, while I wait and wank [MF], [MFM]

I’ve mentioned in other posts that Cindy had an IUD, so we had always been comfortable letting Marcus cum inside her. And he did often.

After Marcus moved things had settled down for us some, so to speak. Cindy and I were as passionate as ever and even went out a few times with the idea of re-creating the magic. We had some fun but nothing that ever really turned into anything, so we kept it simple. Just us.

It had been almost a year since we played with anyone outside of our marriage and as we were climbing through our 30s rapidly decided that it was time to try for a baby. We talked it over continuously, like we do with most things. Seriously, we talk a lot, I think that’s the reason all this has worked for us. Honestly.

So we talked it over and decided she would have her IUD removed! It was a simple thing; she made the appointment, three days later we’re in the Doc’s office, an hour after that we’re home making attempt number one!

Maxine and Blue [straight] [fiction] [infidelity] [furry fandom]

CHAPTER 1

My pal and co-worker Linus was doubting his suitability as a husband about a month ago, but after learning to see things differently, he now happily brings his wife’s dog to work. A dog named Blue, who happens to be a rather studly, slim, Caucasian male, late twenties, speaks English with a Russian accent, and is quite disarmingly charming. He’s also pretty good at relating to people, getting on their good side, so his ideas in public relations have helped our PR firm deal with two major incidents (and I mean bad ones) that two of our Fortune 500 clients had found themselves embroiled in. Linus has ended up needing Blue almost as much as his wife Maxine needs the stud.

Where and when did this all start, you ask? Like any decent, modern day love triangle, the seeds of it were sown in cyberspace; more specifically, a phone app called Furry Friends Finder (FFF). You guessed it. It’s a social media app for locating and interacting with people who are part of the furry fandom. Maxine is into this stuff and Linus knows it. Long before they got to dating, Maxine was known for dressing up in a furry costume on Halloween and was always a reindeer on Christmas. She stopped dressing up furry as soon as she started going to college, which was where she met Linus, but her love for all things furry didn’t fade. Screen wallpapers, phone covers, car seat covers, shoes, bags, beddings, furniture, kitchen utensils – the list goes on. Fur everywhere, every day for that lady.