“Good Girl”

You pick up your key at the front desk with a nervous smile, thanking the clerk as you try to adjust your trench coat. Painfully aware that if it were to get caught on something or if you were to accidentally trip or untie the belt that all these people would be in for quite a show.
You press the elevator call button and shift from foot to foot knowing how you must look to those people staring at you. Hair done up nice with make up flawless. Your deep red lipstick and white pumps a stark contrast with the slate gray coat that barely falls below your knees. They know. They have to know.

Ding.

The elevator door opens.
An older couple walks out, the man staring ahead, oblivious to you. His wife gives you a once over and the hint of a smile plays out on her lips as if she has guessed your purpose and might remember doing something similar. You step inside and press the 7. Guess it is lucky after all, you think as you bounce on your toes and look up at the ceiling. You stop after a few seconds to make sure nothing has shaken loose. Checking your make up in the mirrored walls of the elevator you are satisfied with your appearance and hope that I will be as well. You are almost certain this is the shade of lipstick I requested but the command was given when you were still in a fog from the last encounter…

She Whispered In My Ear [MF]

This is a 100% true story — told of the incredible sexual experiences I had in my 20s with the woman who would become my wife. And yes, we are still together many years later, and still going strong.

We had only been at my buddy’s summer party for an hour when my girlfriend sauntered up to me in her cornflower blue, baby doll dress. She grasped my arm in her hands, leaned up and into me, put her lips next to my ear, and whispered, “Take me home. I need to be fucked.”

She flashed me a wicked grin, and her blue eyes flashed. I was in my mid-20s and locked in a torrid romance with Kay, who was more sexual than any woman had ever remotely been with me. It was a brand new experience for me, and I found it both exhilarating and intimidating.

She took my hand, and led me out of the party. As her dress moved around her incredibly firm ass, I caught glimpses of the panty line from the string bikini panties she wore beneath the dress. I began to harden immediately. We couldn’t get to the car quickly enough.

Yes, Master. [M/m, Feminization, Intr, Mdom]

Theodore Scott sat at the long, redwood table in the glorious plantation house. His long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail with a large blue bow. He courtly sipped the cold fruit juice as the mixed slave girl poured another glass.

“It’s rather pleasant today, is it not, Jessabelle?” he swallowed his bite of steak, finally enjoying some calm, cool weather. It usually was miserably hot and humid.

“Yassuh, massuh Scott.” she smiled with a grin of false joy. She ran her white fingers through her blonde curls to keep them from dangling in front of her blue eyes and freckled round nose.

“You a good friend…”
He was all by himself here. He was sent off by his father to run a plantation until his father could come by and run it from there. But his father would not be arriving by boat for weeks. Months maybe. His only company was Jessabelle, and the occasional slave beater. But he hated them…they were disgusting, ignorant, violent white people from the uncivilized areas of the colonies. And their English was atrocious: yassuh, yassum, ain’t, naw, shucks, gimme, dat, da, den, niggah, krackuh, lawd, chuuch, sweet lawd hah muzzay. Atrocious! Could they not elucidate the queen’s English?! And then, to make things worse? They pass this bastardized ignorant way of speaking to the slaves…and the slaves think THIS is proper English?! Shameful.
Theodore brushed it out of his mind and looked up at Jessabelle.

A real, first MFMM [group] [swinger]

My wife Jess and I have been in the lifestyle almost since the day we started dating. I was open with her that it was something I had been into for awhile. She, having a pretty hot past of her own, didn’t skip a beat in letting me know she was in. Obviously, I locked it down. Fast forward several years.

I’d lately fallen down the rabbit hole of the reddit hotwife page. There’s so much in the hotwife lifestyle to unpack. So many meandering alleys and back roads to get lost on. While a lot of them are interesting, at the core my interests come from watching other guys lust over my wife and her knowing she can have have them if she wants. My wife is smart, and sexy and she knows exactly what she’s doing. There’s power in that, and it’s hot thinking about her calling the shots.

Wedding Confession: Pastors like weddings too. [MF] X-post r/sluttyconfessions

I posted this elsewhere, but was told by several people that it belonged here.

I go to a lot of weddings, a lot of weddings. This one happened several years ago in mid summer. The ceremony was out doors at the base of a ski area with the reception and cocktail hour on the deck and dining room of the lodge. I didn’t have any formal role in the wedding, and only kind of knew the couple getting married, but I knew some of the wedding party and had to hang out most of the day while they got things ready.

During this time I started to chat with the pastor. We run out of the usual small talk really quickly, so I started asking about funny wedding stories they had. Forgetful brides and grooms, bad weather, and one angry goose. Gradually the stories got more and more risque. One where the groom said a bridesmaid’s name during vows, another where the bride got too drunk and hit on all the bridesmaids. At this point I jokingly asked if they had any personal good wedding stories, but said they really enjoy weddings with a hollow and wistful tone. I asked what they meant by that. As a pastor, she said, she never got to be anyone’s bridesmaid. She was never invited to her friends bachelorette parties, never hit on by groomsmen. She said she always wanted to have a wedding hookup story, but no one ever thinks the pastor is DTF. At this point she was blushing, but before I could say anything she got called away.

[MF] stranded with the babysitter (very long)

ok guys, this happened a few weeks ago and i just absolutely NEED to tell someone. This story is absolutely full of bad decisions so if you can get past that then read on. Also prepare for horrible grammar and past tense present tense flip flops

Some backstory, im a 25 year old busy (married) professional with children. I hired a nanny (the title says babysitter because come on, thats way hotter. She is in fact a nanny which is basically a babysitter that i pay a lot more.) About 8 months ago. Her name is alyssa. Shes 19 yo petite, long brunette hair that almost touches her bubbly ass, with a perky pair of c cup breasts. Long legs and a very cute face with full pouty lips. Shes very mature and smart as fuck, and insanely professional which helps because it forces me to behave and not say anything too inapropriate around her, and she is absolutely steller at her job. Basically our relationship up to this point has been very professionally platonic though i definitely have jerked off thinking about her often.

Traveling with wife and her sister [MFF] (Kinda Long)

First off, I can’t believe this actually happened. It was always a shower dream of mine, that actually became real.

My wife Renee and her sister Michelle had planned on traveling to Amsterdam to visit Michelle’s friend that goes to grad school in the Netherlands. I was kind of hesitant about my wife and her sister traveling alone. Both are about 5’3-5’4 with a medium build in all the right places, dirty blonde hair, and green eyes and D sized chests. After a few days of negotiations, I agreed to go on the trip with them, because they knew how uncomfortable I was with them going alone. We landed on Friday night and immediately met up with Michelle’s friend that lived in Amsterdam. We walked and biked around checking out the gorgeous city and finally stopped at a restaurant for dinner and a few drinks!

After dinner and properly tipsy, we walked about to her friends flat. In hindsight, we should have thought about the logistics ahead of time! Her flat was more or less a small room with a bathroom, no place for the 3 of us to comfortably sleep, except for crashing on the floor. Luckily there was a hotel about 3 blocks away that had a vacancy. We were only planning on staying there the night, then finding a nicer hotel the next day, so we grabbed one room with 2 beds.

[MF] Helping her release some stress

My wife is currently 36 weeks pregnant. We still fool around, but the logistics of things, and her sense of attractiveness, makes sex more infrequent in the last few weeks.

Last week, she called down the stairs, asking for a favor. When I entered the bedroom, she was laying naked spread eagle, with a look of disappointment on her face. The removeable shower head had hit her “just right” in the shower, so she tried to use her vibrator when she got out, but her belly was in the way. She wanted me to get her off.

I laid next to her, and started kissing her neck and lips, taking the toy from her hand. Her breasts are super tender, so I only kissed them lighltly, letting my lips barely graze her nipples.

The toy was on the lowest setting, and I pressed it to her pussy, sliding it up and down her slit, letting it rest on her clit. She moaned, and her body started to rock, her hips lifting a bit.

The first time I had my throat fucked I realized how much I enjoyed being dominated [MF] [Kink]

We met via Tinder the night I left my ex wife. I had been trapped in a sexless, abusive five year relationship with her. You were my salvation, the beginning of a new life. And was it worth it.

We met up at a local bar. I was couchsurfing while I took care of some final plans in town and you’d come from the next city over. You made sure to feed me enough liquor to guarantee a good night. That was fine with me, I was in a terrible place emotionally. We smoked and drank and enjoyed each other’s company for quite a few hours. It was the beginning of the fall chill and we had to smoke outside, so you kept your arm around my shoulders whenever we stepped out to smoke. You whispered to me it was too late for you to drive back. I thought it was a good line then. You got us a room in some cheap motel and we hardly made it through the doors before we tried pulling each others clothes off.

Eating Wife’s Ass [MF]

My wife (29F) has been pretty anti butt stuff since we started dating years ago. I was always a boob guy, but she has a phenomenal ass and turned me into an ass guy. She has always been self conscious about it despite it looking like a perfect toned plump ass (she’s 5’5 125 lbs). And on like 2 special occasions (my birthday and anniversary) she has let me lick her asshole. She always says it tickles and didn’t do much for her.

So I mentioned to her that the last time we got really drunk and fucked I gently massaged her asshole with my lubed finger while she rode me. I don’t remember too much but that she was moaning like I’ve never heard her… we are talking pornstar loud. She did it up until she came too, and usually she only moans when she cums. So I mentioned this to her and she was sorta surprised cause she doesn’t really remember it as much. But I could tell she was intrigued.