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[MF] My 25yo hot sociopatic side-chic

It’s probably not going to be short, but I’ll try my best to keep it as entertaining as possible.

Last summer I met a girl (for the sake of the story let’s call her Sunshine) and we had a blast. But I mean it was a fucking gong show! Can I say fucking on Reddit? Meh. Drugs, drinking, partying, sex (a lot of it), adventures and other crazy shit that a month before I wouldn’t even imagine doing. I’ve spent somewhere between $30,000 – $50,000 in 6 weeks and it was the most fun I had in years.

A bit about myself: I’m in my mid 30’s, married with kids, fairly successful, intelligent, witty, fit and very territorial. I have an Alpha personality. I am not a sociopath but actually quite the opposite and funny enough is that my ability to be able to relate to people is what allows me to understand, love but also to manipulate them. Read more »

[MF] I made love with my best friend’s wife!

My best friend died last year from an accident. He was happily married to a nice Indian American woman who is a doctor and they have a beautiful daughter. I was very close with them and his death was difficult for both of us.

Last Saturday I met her in the town and I gave her a lift. She invited me to come over her house and I decided to spend few hours in the evening with them. Her daughter had fallen asleep.We were talking and had some beer too. We talked about a lot of things; my friend, life, her family.

It was quite intimate. Not only was she turning my on physically, but intellectually too.I leaned in to kiss her, and soon we were kissing. Her lips tasted amazing. I wasn’t sure at this point what she was thinking. Would she want to go through with this? I was certainly ready, but it was a bit hard to read her enthusiasm. So I decided to myself, fuck it, I’m just going to follow her and let her tell me if I should make my way back home. Read more »

[MF] Preparing for a good month

After having two beautiful children, my wife and I decided it was time for me to get a vasectomy. The doctor then said I need to ejaculate 20 times in the next 21 days.

Last night was the first time I was ready to go, and after not having shot a load in a week, I was ready to go.

As we got ready for bed, she dumped a shopping bag on the bed of cheap stripper lingerie. Stuff that showed her nipples, mostly crotch-less panties, and some cage-strap tops. Plus a new vibrator for her and a vibrating cock ring for me.

“I easily have enough to mix & match for the next 3 weeks. If we have to make you cum every day, we should make it fun.”

She got out of her sweatpants and t-shirt to show a lacey butterfly g-string and a cup-less bra.

“Do you think you can fuck, or are your balls still tender? Do you just want to jerk off on me?”

At that point my cock was so hard, but my sack was still a little bruised, so I decided to do it myself. Read more »

The Old Shack [Incest – Brother/Sister]

Marie and her brother, Randall walked along their father’s property, their feet crunching through the previous day’s snow. The snow had stopped by mid-morning, the day had melted the surface, and the night had frozen it over to produce a mirror-like reflection of the sun. Marie had wished she’d spent the night here last night, in their father’s old house. The way the full moon reflected off of the ice made it look like daylight. Less harshly, she thought, as she squinted her eyes against the current glare.

They were here, taking a last look at the place. Their father had died in the fall, their mother passing when they were children, and they’d just sold the place. The keys were being handed over next week. Neither of them lived nearby anymore, so there was no sense in holding onto the place. Besides, both of them had recently gone through their divorces, so the money could be used to pay their legal bills. Pay off that bitch he married, Marie thought. She had made out alright in her settlement, but Randall’s wife had cleaned him out. She’d likely get a chunk of this place, too, which made Marie sad. That her family should pay for Randall’s mistake in marrying the woman. Not that Marie had chosen well, either. Both of them were thirty-five, young enough to bounce back. Irish Twins. They would be the same age until May, when Randall turned thirty-six. Their parents wasted no time in making her after they had him. Read more »

Just a regular day at the office

You walk thru the busy office and stop directly in front of my desk. I look up at you, make eye contact and adjust my glasses. With a smile I say,
“Can I help you with anything, Sir.”

You return my smile and adjust your tie and say,
“Yes, we need to discuss your project in more detail.”

I stand and follow you to your office. Once inside you tell me to close the door behind me. You are standing in front of your desk and tell me to kneel in front of you. I follow your command and watch as you unbuckle your belt and unzip your suit pants. You take your cock out and give it one nice long stroke. My mouth waters as I watch, but I don’t move tell you tell me to. You look down and say,
“Be a good girl,”

with your left you hand you guide my head towards your erection. I suck and lick, my head bobbing up and down. Your precum fills my mouth. You twine my long blond hair in your fist and pull, exciting me more. Looking down at me you tilt my head up and force me to meet your gaze. With your right index finger under my chin and your thumb touching where my lips are tight around your cock you tell me,
“Be a good girl and swallow it all.” Read more »

[FM] Wife’s story of display on train for stranger

i woke up early for my first lecture of the day…the ususal trip…i’d jump on the bus and then catch the train. i pulled on a light cotton shirt and my leggings, threw my hair up in a loose bun and headed out the door. looking out the bus window my mind begins to wander to one of my favourite fantasies… fucking a complete stranger in a public place where we might be seen. the chance of getting caught always makes it so much more exciting. at the next stop a guy, probably a few years older than me, boards the bus and sits on the seat across the aisle. he looks over and i follow his gaze as he checks me out…my strappy sandals…my crossed legs. he pauses on my hardened nipples visible through my shirt. i imagine what he is thinking and will him to look at me in the eye. he gives me a knowing smile. before i know it the bus pulls in at the interchange and i reluctantly stand up to get off the bus. the mysterious stranger across from me follows me to the train platform and takes a seat the next seat up from me. acutely aware of his presence and attention my heart beats faster and i can feel the heat between my thighs…. the train eventually pulls into the platform and i stand up and walk to the edge of the platform. the guy from the bus stands near me – clearly we were going to be sitting in the same carriage and i was glad – i was enjoying this flirtation. i board the train and make my way downstairs half keeping an eye behind me to make sure i still have company. i sit in an empty 3 seater and slide over to the window. by the time the train departs the station there are only a few people sitting in front of me in my carriage. My hot admirer had sat down in a seat diagonally opposite me which faced the back of the carriage – he could look at me without even turning around! Read more »

[MF] Fling With a Colleague

Hey guys, I hope you’re all well. So I posted a story a few months ago (in three parts because I tend to overwrite) and it was pretty well received. It left me wanting to write more, but I don’t have many anecdotes to share because I haven’t been sexually active in a while. So I’ve had to go quite far back into memories to share this story with you. I hope you like it.

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This story takes place in early 2010 when I was working in the kitchen of my local pub. I’d previously worked the bar but I’d opted to move out back because the chef’s were paid slightly more, and I’d built a reputation for being rude to customers. It’s not my fault that most of their clientele were idiotic dickheads.
Naturally, once working in the kitchen I had to start off washing up, which was the lowest of the low, but it was easy, and more often than not I’d have my earbuds in so I could keep myself distracted. There were other perks like getting to eat some of the meals if the chef’s made a mistake. I remember one time I got to eat lasagne followed by apple pie and cream while I worked, which also meant that I didn’t need dinner after work. Read more »

[MMF] buddy meets wi[f]e and I on a trip

While on a trip recently we were near the buddy who we had the threesome with last year and he decided to drive over and see us for the night. We made a plan not to have any expectations for anything physical and just came to stay for the night. Read more »

Wife [F] strips in Wet T-shirt contest and other exhibitionistic adventures

This is a true story about my wife of 40 years and her exhibitionism early in our marriage. At the time of this story, she had long brown hair that hung to cover her 38DD tits. This was back in the day when pussies were hairy. Her name is Lynn.
Early in our marriage, in the late 70’s when wet T-shirt contests first became popular, a local bar was sponsoring the first contest in this area. Being a big fan of exhibitionism, I began encouraging my (newlywed) wife to participate. The contest was still a few days away and you had to bring your own white T-shirt. She went out and bought a sleeveless, white tank-top type. The shirt accentuated her big tits and her nipples stuck out prominently. It was so thin that you could see her big areolas even before it was wet. It provided some excellent side shots of bare tit as well. I had seen some pictures of wet t shirt contests in some men’s magazines and showed them to Lynn. In these pictures, the girls were all totally naked by the time the winner was declared. When she saw this, she became very excited. The vision of my wife standing naked in front of a bar full of people entered my mind. I can’t believe how excited I was becoming. (but at the same time a little nervous). Read more »