Fucking a married couple I’ve known since middle school [FM]

I got a call from a guy, Peter, asking me to do a threesome with his wife. The unusual thing here is that I’ve known them both since middle school, he had fucked me on the side all the time they were dating. We knew we weren’t in love or anything but loved sex together. I even went to their wedding, and he even fucked me in the hotel the night before their wedding, which I have to admit I loved. It was one of the wildest nights I had ever had with him. After the wedding we never had sex again.

Now, about 17 months later I get this call. They had talked about having a threesome and he told her he had heard that I do this kind of thing. So she said to call me. On the phone he told me that I couldn’t let on about our past and I agreed. So, I went to lunch at their house so we could all talk. Lisa and said she wanted that in advance. Right after lunch we stripped and I started onmy knees sucking him off while she kissed all over my shoulders and back.

The In-laws – Part 1 – The Sister

It’s so difficult having a sex drive higher than your Wife. Once again, I’m left hard and frustrated as she falls asleep.

That leaves me needing get myself off.

Slight problem with that is we are staying at my in laws, so sneaking to the bathroom to cum isn’t the most gracious act.

I creep out of the room and across the hall, passing her younger sisters room, and notice the door slightly open.

As I quietly pass the open door, I hear a soft moan, which stops me in my tracks.

“Mmm”. There it is again.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I decide I’m too much of a pervert to not peak through the open door.

My sister in law is mid 20s, hot blonde with huge tits and a great ass.

As I peer through the door, through the darkness, I can see her bare legs, with a black lycra thong discarded around her left ankle. Almost as if she couldn’t wait to get it off and pleasure herself.

I look further and see her hand between her thick thighs. She’s pushing two fingers into her tight, wet pussy. I can hear it too.

[MF] Wife told me she had a rape fantasy, so I gave her what she wanted right then and there [CNC]

It was a pretty average morning, if anything about the plague year could be said to be average. We were a month into isolating. Quarantine for me makes little difference either way, so I was working, but my other half had very little to do. One way or another, she had to pass the time, and with so much idle time things can get pretty experimental pretty quickly.

I got up early that day because I had meetings with European colleagues, which ended in less time than expected. I got down to work hashing out interminable progress reports to my boss, but was interrupted by my wife walking into the room in her sleepwear and closing the door with a very specific expression on her face.

We’ve been together since college, and I know that face. It’s the same one she wore when she found out that her loud sex had driven her ex from the dorm lounge. The same one she wore after she decided to practice one of her lines from the Vagina Monologues while riding me cowgirl (“the Irish Catholic moan”) after an innocent girl on her floor knocked on her door to ask if she was “practicing.” The very same expression she wore the day after she came out to me as bi and sat on her friend’s face in front of me. It’s a look of mortification and arousal competing for dominance, with just a dash of surprise at her own daring.

I made [m]yself cum next to my boring, sleeping wife.

I’d never done anything like that before. I mean… I could have woken her up and fucked her, but it’s been so dull and boring lately. Thats why I started lurking NSFW reddit in the first place. It was a quick, easy place to browse and make myself cum to. The more needy and desperate I got, that stopped being enough. I started posting occasionally and replying to posts. That’s when I realized how fucking hot I found getting off behind her back. It started only being while she was out of the house. Then only after she went to bed… I’d jerk off while playing with someone online before crawling into bed next to her.

Public sauna fun [MFM] [29,27,29]

We love going to public sauna’s. (We’re in Europe, it’s mixed and some have a choice between bathing suits and nude, before there are any questions about it). But we always go alone, just the 2 of us.

A while back we were talking about a nice sauna we went to in our group of friends. And afterwards one of them texted that he’d like to go too but he didn’t have a girlfriend and wasn’t really in the mood to go solo. We understood and we told him he could tag along next time we went. So we checked our schedules and came up with a date fitting for all. There wasn’t really any further discussion about it after that. The day before our friend texted us to see if it was all still set to go, it was good for us so that was that. The next day he came to our place and we went to the sauna in 1 car.

My Wife, The Professional Whore-PT. 1

Three years ago, my wife, Melissa, decided that she needed a career change. For many years, she served as a nanny for several neighborhood children, but once they aged out, she decided that she wanted to go into business for herself. She was 33 and wanted to have a career that she loved and that didn’t feel like work. Now if you know my wife, it would be no secret- to even the most casual of acquaintances- that she loves to fuck. Men or women, young or old, strangers, friends, and even family members have experienced first hand her eternal desire to constantly have her holes full of cock- big or small, real or fake- and being a nanny really hindered her sexual appetite. I fuck her as much as I can, but I knew very early on that I couldn’t possibly keep up with her sexually. Hell, the first time I met her she was sucking off an elderly man in a grocery store parking lot! That’s only the first of many times I have caught her attempting to quell her burning desire for cock.

[MF] Fates Chapter 04: Celestial Visitations

At first Trysh’alia was shocked by the white light, but quickly felt it’s comforting warmth. She felt relaxed, possibly because she had passed out asleep in such a state of sexual comfort. She could feel her silk gown wrap around her, as well as the sheets over her smooth, tender pale body. Yet there she stood in the depths of a white abyss, standing with the same silk gown clinging to her body, The warmth of the light felt too real for it to be a dream, which confused the thicc elf.

“Trysh’alia Everlove.” A soft voice called out from in front of her. Trysh jumped with a yelp, which made her bust bounce along with her. Her pretty blue eyes darted around the brightness, desperate to face the directionless voice.

“Y-yes?” She called out sheepishly. There was a pop that rattled through her mind. Suddenly a silhouette shaped like a woman blinked into existence before her. Immediately Trysh felt her heart sink. Her lip quivered in fear. Vernande had come for judgement. Her voice croaked, and shivered with fear. Her mind bouncing all kinds of thoughts and emotions around her head; the goddess of celibacy and abstinence knew of her broken vows. She had indulged in a sexual act of her own free will.

Free Use Husband [M/F]

I exist only for her.

I’ve been poor my entire life. I don’t know my parents, I believe they abandoned me shortly after birth, and I spent my entire childhood in an orphanage. No one wanted me. As soon as I turned eighteen I was released into the world with barely any money, my paperwork, a high school education, and a few change of clothes. I was homeless for a time, living off the kindness of strangers. Eventually I landed a job as a dishwasher and a busboy for an Italian restaurant. The owner, Rosa, was kind to me and she let me sleep in the back. I saved enough money to buy some clothes and shoes to look like a proper person. I thought about buying a phone but who am I going to call? Who’s going to call me?

That restaurant saved my life and that same restaurant is where I met my wife, Lanie. She was older than me by a year, her being 20 and I had just turned 19, but I was clearing some tables and she bid me to sit with her. I think her date ditched her, she never said and I never asked, but she looked sad that night.

[MF (M)] Outlaw Short 1 – Almost Caught [Cheating][Voyeurism]

We’re in your second-floor master bedroom. It’s a bright clear day outside, and the summer sun is almost overhead. Soon it’ll be very warm outside, but we’re more concerned with how hot it is inside the room.

You’re in a cotton robe, belt undone and the straps laying against your legs. The front is slightly open, enough to see the deep canyon of your cleavage, but not enough to see the fullness of your breasts or the pert nipples I love playing with so much.

The teasing top half is in sharp contrast with the naughty lower half, where the open robe continues and exposes the wiry hair of your bush nestled at the apex of your smooth thick thighs. This image, at once explicit and coy, confuses my brain. It crosses the signals between beautiful and sexual, sedate and wild, and it’s oh so enticing.

I’m wearing only a grin and a cock filling to half-hard.

We embrace. I push my hands between the robe and flesh on either side of your body, run my fingers around to your back and down to your ass as I pull you tightly into me. You let out a soft hiss as my cock strains against the tender flesh between your navel and pubis.

Perfect harmony on the farm (impregnation)

Out in the great wide open, far beyond the bustle of city life, there is a place. A place we have created; and a place for creation.

It is a place of nurturing and life. Where we live in sync with Nature, and her rhythms guide us in the neverending creation and husbandry of new life.

I have felt it’s pull for years. A man whose hands know when to plant seed in fertile soil, how to midwife spring’s calves onto green pastures. How to do and fix, build and create.

The season’s energy thrums within me. Calling as rain does to the grass. Twice before I’ve answered it, and one perfect child plays at my feet, smiling up at me, while our perfect baby sleeps in the arms of my loving wife.

I feel it again. As strong as ever. Yet my wife can no longer answer it with me. This must be her last.

So I work. Nurturing the life that nurtures our family. Remembering the magic that her and I created. Reveling in it. But I also yearn to make it again.