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[M]y brother-in-laws ex wife part 3

I stared at my phone in disbelief. Kourtney, my wife’s sister, had sent me a text saying that she knew about me and Jessica, our ex-sister-in-law. What did she know? How did she know? I took the screen shot of the text, and sent it to Jessica, asking about it. Sent Kourtney back a text asking what she was talking about.

She replied, telling me not to play dumb. I asked what she knew. She said everything.

As my life flashed before my eyes, Jessica finally texted me back. She told me that her and Kourtney had remained friends after her divorce from her brother, and had been going to the gym together once a week. After our last hook up over the weekend, Jessica had gone to the gym in the best mood she’s been in in a long time and Kourtney wanted to know why. Jessica eventually spilled the beans and, according to her, let it slip that it was me that she hooked up with.

She told me that she begged Kourtney not to say anything, saying that she would just deny anything and that it would create unnecessary family drama. Kourtney agreed and Jessica had no idea why Kourtney was telling me that she knew. Read more »

A mother-in-laws unexpected journey [M4F]

Bernadette was the epitome of the Irish mammy. The matriarch who for years had ruled her household on a tight rein. She’d had her fair share of knocks too. A wayward son with a severe alcohol problem. A daughter who’d had been left in a wheelchair as a result of a botched operation up in Dublin. Niamh was married to Padraig and for the most time content. Been in wheelchair in your early forties wasn’t ideal but there was nothing they could do. Consultants and specialist were in agreement that Niamh was indeed lucky to be alive. If this wasn’t bad enough Bernadette was widowed in her early sixties due to the curse of the bottle. Dennis was a good man but weak when it came to stout and whisky. So as you can see Bernie as she was known to her family and friends was to say the least, weary and tired.
Lately Padraig was hanging around while Niamh went for physio. Padraig was lonely and Bernie could sense it. She’d try and cheer him up but it was futile. It was adult conversation and intimacy he craved. The touch of a woman. It was a Tuesday morning. Padraig called in as usual for the tea and chat with Bernie but she was out. The house was quiet and all he could hear was the snores of Cahir coming from the upstairs back bedroom after a night of boozing. He boiled the kettle anyway. Just then the door opened. It was Bernie. She’d told Padraig that she’d been at Joan Byrne’s funeral. An old neighbour from way back. Hence the black attire. As she took off her winter coat he couldn’t help notice Bernie looked different. He hadn’t noticed before but for a woman of her age she had a decent figure. She’d always wear skirts and aprons like the traditional Irish mammy, not today. No. She was wearing a black sensible cashmere jumper that came to just above her waist with a white blouse underneath and a pair of black trousers. All you’d expect for a funeral. But lately Padraig was masturbating more than usual. Playing out scenarios in his head. Taboo things. Things like having Bernie. His world weary, battle beating downtrodden mother in law. She bent over to lift the milk out of the fridge and noticed the panties line in her trousers. Full panties or granny panties was probably what she had on, but it didn’t stop him from fantasizing that they maybe wear silky nylon and heaven forbid a whore red. Jesus it was getting desperate. He was just so horny all the time. Now his attentions was aimed at his wife’s mother. Jesus if there was a hell, he was going. He got up and offered to help Bernie make the tea and what he did next was a creepy despicable thing. He purposely brushed his hand against her bum. The trousers felt lovely. Polyester was cheap but the sight of her bum and pantie line in them made him hard. Jesus Bernie I’m sorry he said. She blushed and said not to worry. A joke about a cheap thrill was muttered from her lips but he wasn’t listening. She laughed and carried on talking. Only this time she never took her eyes of him. She kept looking at him in the eye. When he said he had to go Bernie said grand and stood up to see him out. As she stood up he commented on how she scrubbed up well. Especially liking her look in trousers. She smiled and no point in lying felt a little flutter in the pit of her stomach. She seen him out and carried on with her day.

[MF] My wife and I played truth or dare in college and ended up fucking outside on a tennis court

In college, we were both pretty horny and as such, we were always looking for ways to spice up our sex lives. We bought different types of sex toys for her (wands, internal vibrators, clit vibrators, etc.), she had a ton of thongs and lingerie, and we tried lots of different things in the bedroom. One night, we decided to play truth or dare just the two of us. That ended up in some foreplay. I dared her to suck my dick for 1 minute, she dared me to show her what I like during masturbation, but then it went up a notch.

She dared me to fuck her outside right now. It was night but not too late so people would definitely be out and about. This ironically turned us on more knowing we could be seen. So we agreed we would find a darker location on campus and fuck until at least one of us had an orgasm. First, we had to change to clothes with easier access. She put on a short sundress and took off her thong. She had big boobs and went braless to make it even more fun for us both. Just walking around they would bounce so it would be clear to anyone who saw that she was braless under her tiny sundress. I took off my underwear and just had on basketball shorts and a shirt. Read more »

The Work Around [M/F] [Cuckold]

The Work Around

“And this is our wine cellar.” Grace said, opening the large wooden door.

Liam looked down the small set of stairs, lit up by a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

“That’s so cool, how much wine is down there?” He asked.

“Follow me, I’ll show you.” Grace said, starting down the steps.

Grace had been giving Liam, Trig-Corps latest employee, a tour of their house. Being hired at Christmas time had meant that he’d been thrust into cocktail parties, business lunches, and now a small gathering at his new boss’s home. He had enjoyed the grandeur of it all but couldn’t wait for it to be over so that he could get some normalcy in his life, but a private tour from his boss’s wife was too much to pass up.

He followed her down into the cellar, ducking at the final step. Wine bottles lined the walls, some dustier than others, and a small table sat at the far end of the room.

“Wow, that sure is a lot of wine.” Liam remarked.

“Do you know much about wine?” Grace asked. Read more »

[mfm] first hotwife experience for my wife of 9 years – long read

We are a 37m/37f married couple. When we me she had a few guys in her rotation. Cut to today, she’s a 5’3” 120 lb short blonde milf smoke show with a great ass. We’ve toyed with the idea for probably 7 years. Got more serious talking about it about a year and a half ago, had long debates about the pros and the cons and how we would go about it and that at the bedrock of all of this is our strong marriage no matter what.

A few weeks ago we had our first experience at a swanky hotel bar / hotel room. Cut to about five months ago, my wife told me this guy kept blatantly hitting on her at the gym (I don’t go) despite her wearing a wedding ring. He’s about 8 years younger, very fit, and very preppy looking. She gave him her number and started to text more and more and get more and more friendly to the point where he would be at the gym every time she was, would always find a way to put his hands on her in some form or fashion and would occasionally text her late at night when he was drunk. A few months of this and she asked if he wanted to have drinks and maybe more at a nearby W hotel bar with both of us. Read more »

[FM] High Orgasms Are The Best Orgasms.

If you’ve been reading my stories, you’ll know all about Jared and I. I’ve been enjoying NSA sex with my older neighbour, in the aftermath of his recent separation from his wife.

I’ve been wanting to make lots of noise while masturbating, hoping that he would hear me. When he used to have sex with his then wife, I could hear them loud and clear. But since he was satisfying my needs, I haven’t really *needed* to masturbate (except for right after writing stories for you all 😉).

So Friday evening, I had done everything I needed to do, and decided to take an edible. Just enough to be relaxed for the rest of the evening. As with many people, being high makes me horny. I took a shower and just laid on my bed, naked. I enjoyed how hard my little brown nipples got, played with the goosebumps all over my 34Cs. When I finally touched my pussy, I was SOAKED. And the cool air on my warm pussy made me even more turned on. I was thinking of messaging Jared, or taking a picture to send to him. I had my eyes closed, and was absent-mindedly tracing circles around my clit. Even the slightest brush of my finger and my clit would throb. Read more »

Tea Room Revenge

I’d had an argument with my bitch of a wife over her bully of a dad’s constantly badmouthing me and calling me a wimp. Then, at work my boss, an aggressive, demeaning woman whose favorite management technique was public humiliation, had called me out without warning in our morning staff meeting for missing a typo in 1500 flyers. They were going to have to be reprinted as an expensive rush job. I was feeling rebellious and worthless. As I was sitting back at my desk I was seething as I browsed one of my favorite gay porn blogs on my phone. I was seized by the idea of visiting my favorite men’s room on the nearby campus. It was situated in the basement of a classroom building between the student union and the main athletic training facility. In the summer, there would be less traffic, and that made that bathroom an ideal tearoom.
When I got there I was already half hard, and I was pleased to see that while the stalls were unoccupied but there were two jock types hanging around trying to act casual. Both looked like they had huge packages, and I winked at them both as I made my way to the roomier handicapped stall, unzipped and sat. This was no glory-hole, which I liked because I preferred to be able to look the owner of hard cock in my mouth in the eye, and I got off on the danger of being discovered or recognized. That and the big stall also had room for fucking or could hold more than two guys if it came to that. The first student stud came in a bit hesitantly. He looked to me like a big blonde freshman, new on campus, perhaps a member of the baseball team. He was unsure what to do, so I reassured him as I pulled his package towards my face and pulled down his shorts. He was free-balling, which I love, and already had a huge hard-on. Young and hot as he was, I thought there was a chance I could get him to come fast, and then get a quick second load from him. Sure enough his cock felt like it was the size of a cannon as it slid between my lips and within 30 seconds he was groaning as he grabbed the back of my head and poured cum in my mouth and down my throat. Not very romantic, but that wasn’t the point. I made a show of swallowing all but a little, which I let leak out on my chin while I looked him in the eye and winked. He started to pull away, but he was still hard so I tugged back gently and started to suck again. That, the cum display, and his basic horniness won him over and I was soon blowing him again. This time I gave him a questioning look as I started to slide a hand behind his balls towards his ass. This is a delicate trick because a lot of newbies are ignorant or shy about ass play, though they usually learn. I think that was the case here, but anyway he let me continue and I slowly was able to work a curved pre-lubed finger in behind his prostate. Don’t know if he’d had that before, but I was pretty sure he would want it again. I was able to delay his next explosion for five minutes but hormone filled kid that he was, he blew an even bigger load the second time. I shot on the floor as I imagined him fucking his girlfriend wildly tonight, her never knowing that he was reliving his gross infidelity in his head. I hopped he pictured my face and dreamt of my ass as he fucked her hard.
Of course he was in a rush to get away due to embarrassment and guilt, but I was used to that, though after sucking two big loads, a thanks would have been nice, but so it goes.
The next guy pushed by him, in as much of a rush to get to me as the first kid was to get out. He was also an athlete, probably a defensive lineman, and black. I’ve never known if race had anything to do with cock size, but the fact that this guy looked like he was about 300 pounds of almost pure muscle might have had something to do with it, but whatever the reason, he was hung like a horse. He was also more experienced and more aggressive and in fact we knew each other, not by name but by function and previous encounter. He whipped out his thick drain pipe of a cock and mentioned that he’d gotten super hard hearing the previous kid call me names and groaning while getting blown. He also said that he had not had a chance to shower since he lifted weights and so his package might be dirty and sweaty. That did it for me, I was instantly hard as hell because I love that sweaty, smelly shit. He knew it would be a turn on, and guessed correctly that I would try like hell to deep throat him at least temporarily.
So I got to work, and with the application of a lot of spit I managed to work him all the way down my throat so that my nose was buried in his pubic hair, which sure enough stank of sweat, piss, pussy and cum. I loved it, and wondered what his girlfriend, or more likely fuck bunny would think if she saw him and me now. This guy was really hot, and in a way that made me suspect he might be on steroids or some other PED. Pretty stupid form a health point of view, but no doubt good for my purposes. I quickly shoved three fingers up his ass, which I knew from before he’d like, and was alternating between a complete balls to chin deep throat with more shallow sucking and hand work while I caught my breath. After about 10 minutes, he started to grunt rhythmically and I felt his cock swell, so I jammed it down my throat again and held my breath while massaging his cock with my tongue and throat. He erupted in four huge jets then as I pulled back more dribbled out. It was delicious. He patted me on the head, briefly said thanks, as he zipped up and then left. On his way out he said that I should lube up and be ready next time, he wanted to split my ass open.
That got me hard so I sat there stroking off one last time, reliving the experience in my head. As I was finishing, I heard the stall next to me open, and the guy I didn’t realize was there climbed down from the toilet and walked around into my stall. He was playing on his phone which he quickly turned to show me had a pretty complete recording of my cock-sucking binge taken from the top of the partition. He explained that he was a private detective hired by my wife and boss, who had set this morning up including faking the flyer typo, thinking I might react this way I did. He then put down the phone and pulled out his coke can thick cock and said that he didn’t much like his clients and he had some sympathy for me, but he had to get something for his time. I started to offer cash when he laughed and waved his hard shaft at me. He said that after this morning, he wanted payment in a different form. He pointed at his still dry cock and demanded that I get to work. I looked at him and said ok, but would he consider plunging his foot-long in my butt and lubricating my ass with his cum? Turns out, he was very willing and even better good at that. He also was able to add another hardcore amateur gay video to his collection.
Later on, my boss looked like she was going to choke when I gave her a copy of his card along with my proof copy of the flyer showing it was correct. She made made an apology to the group, and nothing more was said about it.

My Wife’s Friend Lynn

Also partly [non-fictional]. I’ve written about my wife’s friend Lynn before. She really exists. Lynn and I have what I describe as a slow burn, touch and feel, sexual teasing relationship. It’s hot as hell. Just to set the stage for Lynn. My wife, Kate, can be mean to her. Kate is mean to her because Lynn is weak, and Lynn’s husband, Hank has been a good friend of my wife for many years, and Lynn is jealous of their friendship. While she is jealous of Kate, she also idolizes her, and tries to emulate her and is sexually attracted to her to boot. Lynn is given a sense of power with the knowledge that she can sexually arouse, me, Kate’s man. Lynn’s ultimate fantasy would be for Kate and I to fuck her. Kate will have nothing to do with that and Lynn’s husband Hank would also not be on board with such an arrangement. Kate and I struggle in the bedroom to be kinky and creative. It has been very plain and vanilla for a few years. It’s been an issue she and I have been working through, and I’m happy to say we’re making some progress. I’ve been away for business for several weeks and the time apart seems to have sparked something in Kate to go to that kinky side, I know she has. She has been making me videos of herself masturbating with her toys. They have been hot as hell and a wonderful thing to have to get me through the days apart. I’ve sent videos back to her at her request. The other night I had a dream about Lynn. So that’s the real-life, no bull shit, playing field. Now begins the Fiction part of this story. The dream I actually had. What occurred in the dream obviously hasn’t happened. Read more »

Wife goes on girls trip part 6b

(Thanks for reading if you’ve made it this far. This is the conclusion of the story I had to post in 6a and 6b as it was too long to post in a single post. I would love to hear from any lady readers. Comment below what your favorite scene was between the 6 parts. )

Two seconds later ash returned and had Mike behind her. Tori saw him too and snapped her legs together. I took gasped loudly which caused Jess to take Steve’s cock from her mouth and turn to face what I was looking at.

This caused Steve to look and he quickly tried to cover his dick now there was a strange man in the room. I noticed his eyes on me and I pulled down my dress.

“What the fuck ash!” I said. I was already drinking in his hotness. He had on a tight tshirt and I could see his abs through it.

Mike said, “well.. that was awkward. I don’t think you girls had a guy with you”

tori asked, “what…. How…. How are you here” Read more »