I(35 now) had met my wife(33 now)at a camp we were both counselors at back in 2009 and we developed a summer relationship. It was a very physical relationship (which you can read about in another post) but we both knew we would be going back to different colleges for the fall. She attended Liberty University and I was at a smaller college about 4 hours away. We would meet up on most weekends. She’d visit me or I’d go to see her and even sometimes we would meet in the middle. All of these visits consisted of a lot of sex.
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After dinner party craziness/ confusion. [mff]
First post here so forgive me if this is a little slow. My(41) wife(32) and I recently had some friends over for dinner and as the night was winding down one of our friends wives was the only one remaining at our house awaiting her Uber. We all had been drinking quiet heavily and my wife had gone up stairs leaving myself and the friend. After a hug good bye there was a brief stare down and both of us were looking into each others eyes not sure if anything should happen. Just a little info the friend is a smoking hot milf with an amazing body. We break the awkward stare down and hear my wife coming back downstairs. Nothing happens and the friend takes off in her Uber. However my wife then practically attacks me and we have some of the hottest dirtiest sex right in our kitchen. It was insane. But all I could think about was fucking the friend.. Anyone have any advice?? DM me for more details if you want.
Watching them Degrade My Wife [FFF]
“I want to be humiliated.”
Before we met my wife Anne had a strange sexual history. Her two best friends had shared a lot of her sexual firsts. They had encouraged and pushed each other, but they had also demeaned and degraded each other. It hadn’t been healthy.
Anne’s first time having anal sex had been with her best friend Jane’s boyfriend, because Jane wouldn’t do it. Anne had made Jane watch. In turn Jane had once convinced Anne to masturbate while Jane took pictures with an old Polaroid. Jane had shown the pictures to a fairly large number of people.
The third girl in the triangle, Emma, had been an instigator. She’d driven the other two to constantly push each other, to shame each other and to constantly escalate.
The dynamic during her sexual awakening had left its mark on Anne. Anne often switched between being very dominant and quite submissive in bed. So her pronouncement wasn’t a complete surprise. But she seemed more urgent, more strident, than she ever had before.
“You want to be dominated?” I asked cautiously. “Like a BDSM scene?”
[F] I paid for my tattoo with a blowjob!
Last sunday I woke up wanting to have some fun.
There was that Tattoo Convention in my city. My friend that was going to be my company ditchted me last minute. So I had to go all by myself. I put some sexy chothes and headed to the convention.
The guy that I was flirting on Tinder was sooo slow. (If there’s something I don’t like, it’s an indecisive man. Do you want to fuck? Say you want to, and we’ll fuck. Staying on “let’s see”, “i don’t know” sucks).
Anyone who follows me on CRS (brazillian swingersapp) knows the love I have for a tall, tattooed man. And what else was there if not tall tattooed man? Hotwife mode ON! I was flirting everything and everyone. But nothing happened. Men were scared or too busy. It seemed that all lust and desire to do evil things would be in vain. I came back home.
As soon as I get home, I get a message on CRS: A tattoo artist from out of town. Said he was at the event. And that you wanted to meet me.
[M]ight of got caught by my wi[f]e on purpose
My wife had boudoir pictures done as a wedding present for me and I don’t know how many times she has caught me jerking off looking at them the outfits she was wearing in the pictures get me going every time! She just smiles and laughs and gets down and gives me head and jerks me off asking if I like how her tits and ass look in the outfits and pictures till she makes me cum all over her face and tits
Reconnecting with an old teacher PT. 3 [M22/F50] [Age gap] [Femdom] [Cheating] [Fiction]
While I was driving home I just listened to her tell me about her life, but she was getting deeper and deeper into detail about the things she wished for in her life, I just nodded and added a few confirmation words for her to know I was paying attention, knowing she was also a bit tipsy I just wanted her to feel comfortable. But suddenly she started talking about things I never expected to hear from her. “I need excitement in my life, I’m tired of the same cycle and monotonous lifestlye, I had a great time tonight and I actually felt good…” her hand slowly reached for my thigh, as I put my hand down to stop her, but she didn’t let me, “What are you.. whats going on?” I asked, “Listen, youre a man now,” she gripped my arm and placed it back on the wheel as her hand reached for my thigh again, rubbing it up and down, “we can cut the shit and stop the nice guy chats and you can just say whats on your mind you little shit. I know what you want, I see the way you look at me and check me out, or you think I’m dumb?” she gripped me hard and her nails brushed over my jeans exactly over my crotch, which was already growing in excitement and nerves. I had no words, I kept driving and for once I was stuck on what to say. “Thats what I thought,” she continued, “Now you don’t want to admit it-“ “Yes I want it” I cut her off, “you’re beautiful and I’ve been fantasizing about you since the day we saw eachother.” What the fuck did I just say, I thought to myself, probably the worst answer I could’ve came up with. I looked at her from the corner of my eye as I kept the wheel steady on the road and her hand reached for my zipper. She was smirking and let a slight giggle, it almost sounded evil. She shuffled around my crotch until she unzipped my jeans, followed by the release of my button. 7 mins. read the GPS, I didn’t know what to do, I was still stuck. She spread my jeans out revealing my Calvin Kleins, along with a bulge that would surprise any girl my age. She grabbed it and gave it a slow rub over the underwear, no words had been said since my stupid response about fantasizing about her. “Wha- what about your husband?” Another stupid question, I kept hating myself every time I opened my mouth. “He’s a loser, he can’t get himself to work even if he prayed for it. We’ve both been wanting a moment like this for a while.” Both? I thought, my confusion and nerves grew even bigger, “What do you mean both?” She let out a laugh, “You young kids, this is exactly why I want this. So naïve and clueless. Take me home. You got work to do.” My confusion intensified and my mind fogged, so much that I never noticed her cold hand on my cock until I looked down and she was stroking me with her nails gracing my balls. As I took the last turn and drove down the dark street my GPS said arrived. I had no idea what was going to happen, maybe that was it. She’d get out of the car and we would probably never bring this up again. Just a drunk moment. My thoughts got disrupted by her voice, “you’re going to come in with me. You’re going to tell my husband everything that you’ve fantasized about with me, to the last line.” My throat knotted and my heart fell to my stomach. I was doomed with no way out. We walked in and I was welcomed by the smell of cinnamon and wood, the A/C definitely colded than usual for the summer especially late at night like this. The temperature change made me shiver, or were those nerves? I looked to my left and there was a man, close to her age but visibly aged a bit more than Mrs. Miller. “Who do we have here?” were the first words out of his mouth. “Shoes” she mumbled as I took a step towards her husband, quickly I turned around and placed them next to the door, I closed my eyes and hoped my life didn’t end today. “This is Jeremy,” she continued, “a former student of mine, isn’t it crazy how time flies by? All grown up, out of college and with all these tattos. I’m sure all the girls love to check them out.” Just like you were Mrs. Miller, rubbing up on me at the bar, I thought to myself. “Yeah, haha, nice to meet you.. Mr.. Miller, I just brought your wife home because she asked for a ride,” I reached to shake his hand, “we had a few drinks with our team and her ride left, so I’m glad I was good to drive and get her home safe.” He took my hand and gave it a firm shake. “No worries, have a seat, Scotch?” Oh fuck, “I’m actually okay, I have to head out it’s late I should just go home, had enough drinks for today!” I tried to make it a joke, but he didn’t seem to have much of a reaction. “Don’t you worry kid, we have enough space for you to stay, don’t want you driving out at night anymore, just sit back, accept my offer. But first I must ask, are you even old enough to drink?” He followed my comedic work, automatically feeling a bit more relaxed I held back a smile and just answered “22, sir”. It was just him and I in the living room, having very little of a conversation when she came back in from the kitchen, bottle of whiskey in one hand along with 3 glasses full of ice, “So J, tell my husband, what was it that happened in the car?” Boom. I was just starting to forget why I was here in the first place. He looked at me somewhat confused, intrigued on what I was going to say, “Wha-? In, in the car, well we just had a nice drive talking about life and the things we wished were different.” Keep it cool J. “Right, that was a conversation, but what happened?” She insisted, the ice in Mr. Millers cup swerved around as he took a sip of the dark liquor. “Well, Mrs. Miller… she told me about her wanting some, more excitement in her life… and uh, as I drove, she actually touched me a little, just rubbed my leg and stuff..” he put his glass down, finished his gulp and looked over at her, unable to read his expressions I did not know what was about to happen. “Is he being serious?” He asked, maintaining eye contact with her. I knew she had fucked up, I should’ve never accepted coming in and just ran away. “Yes, he actually is, I took his cock out of his pants and stroked him all the way home.” Lady, what are you doing I thought. After what felt like a year long silence, he smirked and looked over at me, “How do those claws feel on you boy? Did you expect your old teacher to be such a whore?” My heart dropped for the 5th time that evening. I took a sip of my drink trying to keep it together, my bulge once again creeping in my jeans, “She was great, but I wouldn’t call her such a whore since she didn’t fit it in her mouth.” Right on Jeremy. Its fair game now.
I’m obsessed with eating pussy [M][F]
Since the first time that I’ve ever tasted pussy I was immediately addicted! It was of a female cousin of mine, my age at the time. The sound of her moans were very intoxicating to me! I made a promise to myself that whatever girl that I had I had the pleasure of devouring, that I would be the absolute best she has had! The technique of fingering and sucking on a pussy shouldn’t be that complicated, but yet I’ve had many ladies tell me otherwise about their experiences.
I once fingered fucked a girlfriend when in a theatre with our church group! I ate my girlfriends pussy during biology in high school and got caught eating a girlfriend’s pussy my 10th grade year in the bathroom. My ex-wife and I were caught when we first start dating by her dad in her living room lol wow what a story that will be lol. My current wife and I sometimes have a pussy eating competition when she has a girlfriend over (She is bisexual). I can always tell by the way the ladies moan and their body bends to my tongue that I win! I’ll french kiss the fuck out of your juicy pussy!
[MF] sharing my slut wife
This weekend I was finally able to share my slut wife with a buddy of mine. Started out having some drinks while he was over and she was wearing some very short shorts. He had already seen her nudes and she’s blown him too. A few drinks later and she’s on her knees sucking both of us off and that led to us spit roasting her. We took turns switching between her mouth and pussy. She took my buddies load in the throat while I finished in her pussy. It was some very hot sex. Can’t wait to do it again.
[MF] Hookup with a local hotwife
Hello – this happened over a year ago, but I think about so damn often I thought I’d write something down. Story posted with consent.
I met Jon and Jane on Reddit. He reached out to me after I had made a few posts with bodyshots (on a now deleted account) to say his wife might be interested. We chat for a while and worked our way up to verifying, and swapping face pictures. We started texting and the sexual tension was there immediately. We made a plan to meet.
The night comes, and I head over. Its about a 30 minute drive from my place, and she’s messaging me the whole way there. I arrive and Jon lets me in, offers me a beer, we get comfortable and make small talk, killing time before what we know we’re both here for walks out. 3/4s through our beer she walks out in a black robe that covers shoulders to knees, black stockings, and black heels. I had told her I love a woman in all black, and she knew what to do with that information. We open a second beer, and back to the couch. Jane sits between us but before long I can tell she’s getting impatient. She gets up, takes my half empty can and puts it down on the table, and the robe hits the floor. I’m instantly hard for her. She slowly climbs on top of me, *”this is what you’re here for right?”*. Things heat up, we’re making out, I’m trying to cover every inch of exposed skin with my fingertips, she’s grinding on me, until finally she says *”come with me”.*
[M40F25F37]My Excellent Vacation Part 4[CP][Threesome]
June 23 – Day 4
The alarm goes off at 6 in the morning and causes my heart to race as I’m woken abruptly from a deep sleep. I reached over to touch my wife and realized she was only in my dream. As much as I am enjoying myself here, I do miss waking up beside her. It has been a while since I had slept alone and today was the first day that I had felt alone. I sat there for a few minutes trying to convince myself to get up when there was a knock on the door.
“Housekeeping.”
“Come in,” I respond.
Moments later the door opens and I’m greeted by a lovely brunette. Her eyes were light green, almost emerald with shoulder-length hair. She’s wearing a French maid outfit that’s sheer on the sides giving me the slightest view of the sides of her massive tits. The plunging neckline would have given me an eye full if it weren’t for the white lace trim placed strategically in a teasing manner with the fabric in the front was loose enough to keep the shape of her breasts obscured. Shear fabric formed a “V” as it runs downward, also giving me a peek at her pierced belly button.