Update: Sister in-law trouble.

You can check my post history for the background info on this.

Shortly after I posted yesterday I decided to hop in the shower. I told myself it was to clear my head, subconsciously I think it was hoping Sue would come home during and find me there. She didn't. I got out, threw on so relaxing clothes and took it as a sign I need to talk to Sue about what's going. I paced and wandered around the house waiting to hear Sues car and after about an hour she pulled in the driveway.

I watched her out the window sit in her car and check her phone. I panicked wondering if I should head for the door, wait in a room I know she'll be in or see if she finds me. I decided to go to her and made it as far as the landing on the stairs. I heard her come in and froze.

My roommate and I had a threesome with a lawyer this weekend… He is in an open marriage.

We went to go visit my roommates family in Houston this weekend and while we were there, we decided to go out Friday night. I'm 18 and she's 21. I lost my fake, the only clubs that would allow 18+ there, were 2 gay clubs. My roommate happens to be bi and she was looking to meet a girl anyways. We had a lot of fun and I wanted my roommate to have a good time. We met a group of guys who were mostly gay.. One of them though had a ring on his finger and my roomie whispered in my ear that he was married. However, we kept talking and he was extremely nice/funny. We left the club where we met them and he walked us out and gave us his phone number in case we needed anything, he lived in the neighborhood. My roomie and I ended up at another club but shortly after we got bored and called the lawyer, told him we were coming over, and 10 min later we arrived at his place. While making conversation at his place we learned that his wife is an opera singer and he has a daughter. His wife often leaves town for several months due to her career and for that they have a "don't ask don't tell" policy. That made us feel better about wanting to hookup with a married man. BTW I had never done this before. My roommate who is bi started kissing me and since I was a bit drunk I went along with all that happened. I told the lawyer to have sex with my roommate and he kept kissing me while they did that.. Then my roommate and the lawyer took turns eating me out.. I was totally scared to eat my roommate out but I did it anyway.. And it wasn't too bad. I did it for like 10 seconds because I had no idea what I was doing but she didn't care that much. Until this point I still hadn't had actual sex with the lawyer, but I did make him cum by giving him a blow job. After the lawyer finished having sex with my roommate, she passed out on the couch (this all took place in the living room) The lawyer and I cuddled under a blanket and started watching American horror story while suddenly I got really horny again… I was determined this time, that I was going to fuck him. And he picked me up and we did it on his (and his wife's) bed. the next day he bought us dinner and we repeated the night again. Just FYI I've only had sex with 4 people, 2 of whom I had a long term relationships with.. This was a brand new experience but the sex was great and I'm really proud of myself for letting my guard down a little bit, you could say it was a crazy wild weekend.

Sister in-law trouble [M/F]

My sister in-law (I'll say Sue) has been staying with us for around a month and a half while her house is getting renovated. My wife and I have a great relationship with her. She's a few years younger than us we are both late twenties. It was fun having her around doing things we don't normally do the first week. Staying up late having some drinks and talking, going out together. Stuff when it's just my wife and I don't bother doing. We were up late talking one night and my wife went to bed early leaving us alone. We kept talking and soon it drifted to sex. Sue didn't ask much about her sister. I just assumed she knew everything already, they're close. Then she asked me if my wife had any kinks. I didnt give up much but she does have an obsession with being rimmed. She was intrigued and we talked more about that. She asked me what kinks I had and feeling brave and tipsy I told her one I've had bottled up forever. Assplay. I've always wanted it done to me and have never had a partner willing. She was surprised and couldn't believe my wife had a similar kink but never returned the favor. I told her of the one conversation my wife and I had about it shortly after leaning of/fulfilling hers. It fell very flat and we never talked about it again. She started asking what I wanted and if I ever did anything alone and I felt a bit uncomfortable. I gave some quick answers and feeling exposed I did my best to get to bed.

Professor Fantasy Turned Reality (M/F)

I've always had a fantasy about my professor. Maybe because he's older, maybe because of his intellect or the fact that you can tell he doesn't fuck his wife anymore. Whatever the reason, Professor Derek Adams was sexy. As luck would have it, when I declared my major as Communication Studies, Professor Adams was assigned as my advisor. I began visiting his office for advice on classes at first, and then help on coursework. As we became closer, Professor Adams began telling me things he wouldn't ordinarily tell a student. He suspected that his wife was sleeping with someone else, and they hadn't actually touched each other in a year.

One evening, I decided that I would have to make the first move. It was springtime and I had been out at happy hour with some friends so I was a bit tipsy. I said I was going to head home, however I decided to take a cab to campus where I knew Professor Adams was working late. I was wearing a sundress with wedge heels, and since the warmer weather allowed for more time to be spent outside I was already glowing with the start of my summer tan. I lightly knocked on his office door before opening it, and it was obvious that he was surprised to see me.

That’s What (F)riends Are For (M)

So if you've read any of my previous posts you know I'm a married mid 30s guy – who plays on the side (we have a don't ask,don't tell, don't get herpes policy) 6'1" 240 7" or so white guy.

This story took place a couple months ago and I thought I'd share it here. It does require a little bit of back story.

In high school I dated Christine, we were great together – best of friends great sex the while damn nine yards. But ultimately it was high school and this is no hallmark movie, so we broke up. We did however remain very good friends for years and occasionally partook in some very hot nsa sex. Well I got married and we drifted apart but have always kept in touch sporadically and to be honest she is still the best friend of the opposite sex I've ever had.

Held Down and Fucked. [Mm] [Sissy Domination]

There are days when coming home is bad idea. Michael makes those days seems quite frequent. I am a bulked up sissy, and Michael fucks me against my will.

I am a cop, and to make extra money I train other cops in hand to hand combat. They are usually tired old bastards wanting to boost their egos by punching a kick pad. The type of degenerates who fuck dirty tricks during their shift, then shag their wives with their still rancid cocks just hours later. I have no respect for them, and when we spar I make a point to kick their pathetic asses all over the gym. Listening to them talk, it is amazing to me any of them stay married for any amount of time at all.

My wife left me years ago. She was the smart one.

Michael sometimes threatens to not use any lube, and one day I expect he might follow through with the threat. If he did, I would probably like it anyway.

We met while I was working.

[m] My first one-night stand was so weird

I went to a wedding in Portland, Oregon when I was about 28, and I was supposed to go with a girl I had been dating. We dated for about 6 weeks and she left for a 7-week creative writing program in England. We stayed in touch almost daily the first 4-5 weeks before the emails started thinning out. Then the last week she was there: nada.

The reason? She fucked a guy named Teddy and liked him. Now they were dating. Seriously. Yeah, so Jen and I were supposed to go out west to this wedding (had the plane tickets and everything) like 3 weeks after she got back. Well, um, nope.

So I went solo. Only really knew the guy getting married (good buddy from HS) and like 3-4 of our friends, all of whom brought dates. I was the only single guy at the table. So awkward.

Halfway through the wedding reception, one of the bridesmaids (Sarah) I had been talking to came over to my table. I was sitting there just nursing a beer and honestly waiting for the thing to end. She was barely 23 — recent college grad, cute, brunette, big rack, decent body and nice little dimples. Not smoking hot, I thought, but on a tough-grading scale, she was an 8 or an 8.5 on a good day.

Jake’s Magic Remote, Part XI – Misdirection

Jake and Sarah were reading in the living room when the doorbell rang. Petra answered, knowing it would be Katie arriving, and welcomed her in.
“Did you eat, Kat? We already did, but there’s some snacks if you want. Oh, you remember my parents.”
Katie came around the corner with Petra and smiled. She was wearing a white tee and a tight pair of jeans, and Jake could swear that she’d grown a cup size since he’d seen her last, although that might just be the work of a really impressive feat of bramanship. Her hazel eyes, strikingly incongruous with her dark skin and hair, locked on Jake as she spoke. “Of course I do. Hi, Mrs. Stevens. Hi Mr. Stevens. Thank you for having me.”
Petra’s eyes widened a little as she tried not to laugh at Katie’s accidental double-entendre. Then again, the way the girl was eye-fucking Jake, he wasn’t so sure it was accidental. He smiled as Sarah greeted her, then replied. “Hey, good to see you again. What have you two got planned?”
Katie shrugged. “A little studying, maybe a board game… you know, whatever comes up. Girl stuff.”
“Well, you two have fun then,” Jake replied.
“Oh, we will. Thanks again.”
As they left, Katie whispered something to Petra that sent them both into a giggling fit. Sarah watched them and frowned.
“I’m starting to regret this,” she said quietly.
Jake scoffed. “They’re just kids. What’s the worry?”
“Clearly, you were never a teenage girl.”
“Well, I thought about it, but I just enjoy having a dong too much.”
Sarah grumbled. “Look, just… check in on them, alright? Don’t let them get up to mischief.”
“You don’t want to do that yourself?”
Sarah shook her head. “I haven’t been sleeping well. I’m taking a pill tonight.”
“Suit yourself. Our daughter’s virtue is safe in my hands.”
Jake meant it, too. Just not in the way that his wife intended. Still, he was a little worried about her behavior. She’d been more withdrawn lately, more surly, and generally avoided spending time with her husband or daughter. Which was just as well, given that her husband was fucking her daughter, but still, it kind of hurt to see the person you fell in love with pull away.

Jake’s Magic Remote, Part X – Underachievement

Jake sat in his back yard with Saul, enjoying a Wednesday evening drink. Their wives were inside, preparing a meal and having “girl time.” Petra, under protest, was participating also. Jake felt like protesting too; he didn’t like having his daughter anywhere but by his side, and liked even less making her unhappy. But then, you can’t always have what you want.
Well, you can. If you can stop time, you can surprise your gorgeous daughter with a quickie anytime. That knowledge alone comforted them both enough to put up with normal people.
“So anyway,” Saul said, “Ever since the barbeque she seems really into it. Like, can’t get enough. Which is great for the goal and all but I’m exhausted.”
Jake chuckled. “I wish all men had your problems, Saul.”
“Yeah I know,” Saul replied, sipping his drink. “Still, there’s a limit. About half the time she just… takes care of the situation herself.”
Jake raised his eyebrows. “Wow. That’s really progressive of you. Some guys would have a problem with that.”
“Well, you know. Happy wife, happy life.”

Jake’s Magic Remote, Part VIII – Oh Baby, Baby

Breakfast Sunday morning was a lot less awkward than Jake had expected. He woke up feeling rested, refreshed, and ten years younger. Petra and Sarah were already up, having let him sleep in – a rare pleasure – and when he got downstairs they’d already prepared bacon and eggs.
“Our daughter has been very helpful this morning,” Sarah commented, setting out a plate for Jake. “It’s a nice change.”
“Is that so.”
Petra smiled at him across the corner of the table. “Well, I had a wonderful dream last night, and woke up feeling like everything was awesome, so here we are.”
Jake smiled back. The cheeriness was downright infectious. “Here we are indeed,” he said, picking up his fork. “What was the dream about?”
Petra flushed in the cheeks a little. Under the table, unseen, she ran her sock-clad foot along Jake’s ankle affectionately. “It was about a man,” she said, looking him right in the eyes. “We were together and happy, and I wanted to stay with him forever.”
Sarah sat down across from Jake and grinned. “Ooh, sounds like someone I’d like to meet,” she said. “What was he like?”
Petra giggled. “He was a little older, but gentle and passionate, and when he held me I felt totally completely safe.”
Jake chewed his eggs contemplatively. “He sounds like a pretty swell guy,” he said. “Anyone I know?”
Petra reached over and smacked his arm. “Daddy, shoosh! It was a dream.” She bit her lip. “I sure do hope it happens again, though.”
Sarah reached over and patted Petra’s other hand. “Keep him in your thoughts today, and it probably will,” she said. “Write it down too, that helps.”
“Thanks Mom,” Petra said, squeezing Sarah’s fingers. “I’ll do that.”