Tag: Wife

[Fm] [m-mast] [voy] [oral] [str8] The swimming pool (Part 2)

*This is the second (and maybe last) part of Luke and Jane’s sexual adventure*

Luke went to the pool every day, without fail at the same time. She wasn’t there. Not the first day. Not the second. Not for a week. He spent his days longing to see her again, masturbating to the fantasy of her, and in fear that she would somehow reach to his family and humiliate him.

She avoided the pool. She was afraid of running into him again. Of falling pray to the temptation. The shower head was her loving companion every night, as her husband lay in bed, sleeping, ignoring her beauty, leaving her unfulfilled. He had fallen pray to habit, to comfort, and forgot to want his own wife, to lust after her. And she was left to her own devices, pleasuring herself, quietly moaning over the sound of the shower, fantasizing about the young boy that had cum for her in the swimming pool, with no restraint, nothing but his primal carnal lust for her. Read more »

My [M] first time with wife [F] and friend [F]

Vada initially was part of my friend group. She dated a couple of different guys in my circle growing up. Always around and a good time we got pretty close as friends. Didn’t hurt that she was an absolute dime, works out constantly, has a new set of aftermarket parts she likes to show off and could shoot the shit better than most guys. Over the years somehow her and my wife started hanging out and talking more and more which I was totally fine with. Set up here for a visit from our friend.

On the last night of this visit, we go to the liquor store to restock. Sitting around drinking and playing cards at our kitchen table for a while, wife excuses herself. Did I mention at the beginning of all this Vada was my friend first? The booze flowing I think loosened everyone up to have the following “bro” conversation. She spills the beans that my wife started to grow on her. In her mind, my lovely bride was the hottest piece of ass in the universe and she wanted her for herself. Read more »

Me[M] and my Exhibitionist wife[F] at car show and hotel

This is about a fun weekend my wife had at a car show and hotel. We are both mid 30s, she is a sexy latina with an ass to die for!

She has often been in public places in some various forms of undress.  I can’t imagine how many guys and girls have seen her bits, most of the time it’s just a peek, except for This one time, and maybe a few others. Read more »

[MF] First time with the now wife

Little background – Her (http://imgur.com/a/xAyeS). Me – 6-4 205 when the story happened (12 years plus takes a toll) hazel eyes brown hair and 9″ hard.

So I had just moved a few months prior to a small city to be closer to work and at the time I had no Internet. So I always went to the public library. Being 20 at the time it was nothing for me to walk around and just relax. So reading a sports illustrated waiting for a computer to open up I see a few friends of mine. One was a bit of a douche of when it came to dating and this was no exception (as I came to find out later.. I’ll explain after). That’s when he introduced her. She (as you can see in the pix) is a knockout. They needed a place to crash for a couple days. I said “yeah sure come over later”. There was just something about her that perked my interest. Read more »

LARRY and ANNA’S FANTASY

Based on a true story

My wife Anna and I have an unusual relationship that’s a little different than most. We are able to communicate with each other at an intimate level and talk about each other’s fantasies. We both have a very high sex drive and talk to each other about what works in the bedroom and what don’t.

A PREVIEW TO THE STORY

https://docs.google.com/document/d/19fq643QgjHdriOAMcoZDOvZdC-zp_oOzQvdCEggjBxA/edit?usp=drivesdk Read more »

[MF] Wife and I had an erotic couples massage

My wife and I recently had an erotic couples massage. Here’s our story:

We found this place locally on a website. It clearly advertised more than the usual massage, and it seemed to be descriptive and somewhat professional. After some text exchanges, it seemed discreet enough that we were comfortable going forward with it. Besides being worried about being caught, arrested, or something worse, we also had worries about jealousy in seeing someone else touch the other intimately. We have never done anything sexual with other people involved. I was also worried about getting too excited about the whole scenario and finishing way too early.

When we arrived at the location, the two providers, male for my wife and female for me, both greeted us in the entrance. We were both disappointed that the guy was about average height and skinny. My wife prefers tall and muscular. He wasn’t unattractive, just not her type. He was also not very personable at first. The female provider was small but attractive. She broke the ice by hugging us both, and my wife and I felt more relaxed after meeting her.
We were shown to the massage room, which was in an otherwise empty office of some type.
The massage room was spartan and kind of run down. It had the essentials and was clean enough, but it hardly felt like being at a spa. Read more »

[MF] I hooked up with my buddy’s wife

About a decade ago in my early twenties I used to work for a Fire Department. While I was working there one of my buddies would bring his wife around a lot to eat dinner with our shift. I never thought anything of it, or much of her. She was cute, 5’2, blonde hair, blue eyes, B cup tits but a spectacular ass.

One of the things I had to do was become EMT certified and was sort of inconvenienced when my buddy told me that his wife would also be in the class I was getting ready to start at the local community college. It was known that they had been going through some stuff and were actually living separated at the time. He asked me to keep an eye on her and I just thought to myself “here we go”. I went to the first days of class I tried to avoid the situation and keep to myself, however she approached me for casual conversation during breaks. It was fun and passed the time so no harm no foul I thought. The second week of class she became very flirty and would make comments how I was much more attentive than he was. Read more »

Spying on my Teenage Neighbor [Mf] [Voyeur] [Enf] [First Person]

I’m not proud of this, but it happened. I need to get it off my chest. Names have been changed for obvious reasons. It went down a little something like this.

I settled into my reclining sofa and cracked an ice cold beer. It was an unseasonably warm May afternoon, and the sun was at its peak in the clear blue sky, scorching everything that was under its glare. The thermostat read a blistering 81 degrees. I was about to flick on the TV when I heard a knock on my front door. I sighed and rose to answer it.

“Hi, Mr. Peterson!”

A nubile young girl with sandy blonde hair stood before me, wearing a bright pink bikini top and a pair of daisy dukes, unbuttoned to reveal the matching bottoms. I did a double take. Who was this pretty young thing? And how did she know my name?

“I’m trying to earn some money for the summer and I saw that your car could use a little wash. Mind if I take care of that for you?” the girl beamed at me with bright blue eyes and a charming smile. Read more »

[Fm] [f-solo] [m-solo] [voy] [inc?] A fire inside of me (Part 1)

Certain Internet subcultures associate the name Chad with attractiveness and virility. Naming me Chad was the first thing my parents had done for me, and possibly the best.

Quickly after my birth, they realized that meth is more fun than diapers and formula. Their downward spiral was quick. The story I was told is that my dad was shot to death in a convenience store robbery gone wrong. My mom held on a bit longer, but eventually she got caught trying to sell her own body for money, and made her way to prison, and I to the foster care system.

She met her untimely demise in prison, awaiting trial, killed by an overdose. Meanwhile, I went on to become a young troubled child, and scare away several foster families. But not John and Martha. Or at least not Martha. They took me home on my 10th birthday, gave me a cozy room to call my own, and a stable predictable routine.

It didn’t take me long to realize that there was no love in their marriage. John, my adoptive dad, had married out of a sense of duty, it was just one of the things one does, but he cared little for family life, and probably saw Martha, my adoptive mom, as little more than a roommate. He was consumed by work, his career the only thing he valued in life. Read more »