I [M]was about to go through a divorce at the time. My ex wife was screwing a coworker. But anyways. I had a[F] coworker who was quite a bit younger than me I have a daughter her age. . We never really talked or anything.
She needed a ride home from work. I heard her ask a few people but they were leaving before her. So I said I can give you a ride home. She was hesitant at first but then realized she knew my daughter. So she said ok. We left work and talked a bit on the ride.
We got to her house and it’s dark outside. She says thanks and asks me to hang outside for a bit. It got a bit chilly as we were outside. So she stands in front on me and puts her ass on my cock and wraps my arms around her. I feel her push her ass against my cock. I’m trying to fight getting hard but failed.
She started to grind on me. I’m rock hard now. She grinds harder and I grab her tits. They’re freaking huge too. I feel her reach back and undo my pants and pulls my dick out. By this time her bra was undone and I playing with them. She undoes her pants and grinds my dick bare asses. I’m sliding in her crack.and she then grabbed it to line up with her asshole but let’s me just slightly get in and goes back to grinding me. A few minutes later I let loose right in the crack of her ass.
She pulls up her pants and kissed me on the cheek and said see you next time.
More happened at other times. Let me know if you want more.
Tag: Wife
My (36M) second session with a pro dominatrix ends with both of us agreeing it may be best not to session again [MF]
TLDR: Kissing her neck from behind while fingering her clit, we realized another session may see control slip even further and be dangerous to our professional relationship… and the understanding we have with spouses.
As a quick preface to the story (and in full, honest disclosure) there is not a lot of action here which is why I posted the TLDR. You might say it’s more of a “get this off my chest story”. I’m also not a naturally gifted writer and this is my first time putting something like this together. Soooo, without further blah blah, here we go.
I (36M) work a highly stressful job that commands constant and consistent supervision of nearly 100 employees. In order to combat this my wife (who is a natural submissive) and I have come to an agreement on what is essentially a type of therapy involving legal services of a professional dominatrix were I can relinquish control and be a passenger, essentially shutting my brain off for a predetermined period of time and simply existing. This is something my wife isn’t comfortable fulfilling the role of. Services are all professional + legal. My experience would only see the need for a session or two a year, and only as needed.
Bi [M] slut in threesome yesterday
So I’m starting to consider myself a slut since I’m liking getting my ass fucked but also enjoy fucking pussy. I’m as bi as they come.
Yesterday I met up with a couple I’ve met off a hookup app. We’ve chatting for about a week now getting to know each other and planning for our schedules.
We met and talked for a while and eventually got down to business. The guy and I started first. He took off my clothes and started sucking my dick. My dick is twice his size but I’m really turned on my small cocks so it works in my favor. His wife walked in on us with me fully naked getting blown by her husband. She was on her period so she didn’t want to do certain things but wanted to watch. Eventually they both sucked my dick together and I made out with both of them.
Me and the husband frotted and I licked and sucked his wife’s tits. Eventually I wanted the husband to fuck me so he did and made it pleasurable for me. I’m still kinda new to bottoming so his smaller dick was great for me. I got jerked off while getting fucked and came with loads of strings. I got so turned on by the whole experience. We plan to go again when she gets over shark week lol.
The Date (Part 1)
Our relationship had an intense beginning, full of heavy flirting and possibility, until the realities of existing relationships came crashing in to spoil the party. Now, over a year after we first met, we’re both in different places. I’ve been separated from my wife since shortly after lockdown was lifted and your relationship ended a while ago. We’re closer friends than ever, and since I’ve had my own place you’ve been coming over a couple of times a month to get high, cuddle up and watch movies. When you finally caved after months of asking and came over for the first time, I know you didn’t fully trust me. But, with each movie night we had, you became more and more comfortable around me; eventually staying in my spare room and having breakfast with me before leaving a few times. It was always a weird experience. I love your company and your friendship, but the want I’ve had inside me since we first met is still there. It’s less intense now, sure, but it hasn’t gone away. Having you cuddled into me while I stroke your hair is like a sweet torture. I wouldn’t give it up, but it does nothing to lessen the desire to have you that still burns inside. And since you’ve been single, I haven’t stopped thinking about asking you out. You’ve been over twice since you broke up. Once was quite soon afterwards and we talked into the early hours, holding you when you cried. My heart broke for you, and all I wanted was to look after you and make you happy again. The second time you came over, you were more yourself although you were obviously still upset and again, I felt the need to baby you.
[MF] LEXIE (Part Two): The Time I (M20) Rubbed Out A Childhood Friend (F20) In The Backseat Of A Moving Car (LONG)
This is part two of what is intended to be a three part series documenting my experiences with my childhood friend turned girl-next-door. Names have been changed of course. Skip to :::::::::::::::::::::: for the sexy part.
This happened over 10 years ago, so a lot of details are blurry (especially because there is alcohol involved this time) but I tried to be as descriptive as possible. Luckily, though, this time I have pictures of the surrounding events so I will mark certain descriptions with “[P]” when it is drawn from those photos.
As you are reading this series, you will notice that there isn’t a lot of speech. This is intentional because I feel reluctant to make up words for the story when I don’t remember the exact words used (especially by Lexie). When I do put in any speech though, it will be because I vividly remember the words and how exhilarating it was to hear them (foreshadowing).
WFH – shhh while I just take this call [MF] [Bondage]
I am struck for a moment by the absurdity.
Knees starting to ache a little despite the thickly carpeted floor. Proud posture, erect one might say, finding comfort in the steel-boned corset that fits so snugly. Feels like armour, firm against hips, breasts threatening to spill over the top.
Collar comforting too, discreet. Always slightly hard, slightly cold. A reminder. A thrill made flesh, I think, although it’s actually just silver of course.
And then the current focus of my discomfort. The metal ring gag on a thick leather strap, two buckles at the back.
When I came in wearing it, wearing this entire ensemble – impossibly pointy impossibly high black heels included – the gag was not that tight. Tight enough to tease. Tight enough for the visual effect. Tight enough to push it down with my tongue and free myself without hands if need be.
But you knew that too. And the wicked glint in your eye as you tightened the strap, fingers firmly in the ring testing its release, determined to fix it just right. Now it’s so far back, so tight in my mouth, behind the back of my teeth even. No way to remove, pointless to wriggle.
How I [21F] began to fuck my [54M] married neighbor. Leading to an eventual threesome. [MF]
Back for more! Sorry for the delay on updates on my life but for the last month I’ve been quite busy. Satisfying the needs of my 54 year old married neighbor.
So this began around 3-4 weeks ago. I recently moved back to my apartment due that the pandemic seems to be almost over. As soon as I arrived I met “Roger” and his wife. We live in the same floor with other 6 people.
First time we met was as I went to take out the trash. Roger and his wife where arriving from what it looked like a date. They greeted me, we did a brief intro and each went our way. But I could tell, Roger had been staring at my small pink shorts all that time.
After that I noticed that he usually would be the one in his family to take out the trash. And me wanting to tease him more, would usually try to match him and go in small shorts or lose T-shirts where he could clearly tell I wasn’t wearing any bra. Around the start of this month, there was this time we matched again. And he finally did his move.
CNC/RapePlay – Photographing my wife’s friend
***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I do not preface or end any of my stories with the explanation of how consent was given. Go to my page and read my pin with a full explanation as to why. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***
I recently got into photography and I really like it. I’ve shot a lot of different things from nature to dogs and a few people but in a couple days I have a shoot with my wife’s friend and I have wanted to fuck her since the second I saw her. She oozes sexual energy, without even trying. Her nipples poke through her shirts all the time and I can’t help but wonder what they look like bare. I want to pinch them and watch the grimace on her face.
She was disappointed I didn’t wear my work boots [MF]
Joan and I began bantering immediately after meeting on ‘one of those apps’. Unlike most women whose repeated half sentence answers indicated a desire to either play hard to get or simply a lack of interest, she was easy to talk to and was fully involved from the start. Her first message was long and to the point, I responded in kind, and within a day, we were both interested in meeting.
Within another day, she suggested a phone call, again, being direct and to the point. She wasn’t wasting any energy in determining if I was worth her time. I suggested we meet up that night, as she was on the road and I knew she would be available that night. She agreed, with the warning that her time was a little up in the air. We settled on a place, and the waiting until 6 pm began.
I was at the office, the usual ‘business casual’, but not really right for a first meet, I would have preferred to have upped it just a notch. So in order to set expectations right, I would have hated for her to have gotten dressed up and find me in sneakers, I teased her about the dress code for our first date.
First Threesome in College [MFF]
I met my wife, Mandy, in a university town located in the SEC. We started dating when we were 17 years old and married about 4 years later. Living in a college town, a lot of the jobs for college students tend to be in the restaurant/bar arena and our life was no different. We had each become very good friends with Rochelle, who moved from out of state to attend the same university we were attending. We all worked together in the same restaurant and had each developed a close friendship with her. Thus, it was not uncommon for us to hang out together outside of work and school. Rochelle was married but to say the least it was not a good situation for her. As I understood it, her husband had no interest in her and seemed to be borderline abusive. I never understood this as Rochelle was a stunningly beautiful woman, very much the girl next-door look, and along with Mandy one of the most generally caring people I have ever been around. Standing about 5 foot five, sandy blonde hair, and curvy enough for her age that always forced me to control my thoughts around her. In short, she was very similar to Mandy in height, build, and similar personalities. The biggest difference is that one had auburn hair and one was more of a dirty blonde.