My first threesome [FFM]

Hello everyone! I wanted to start sharing a little more about me personally, and figured that this may be a way to start doing that.

The following is a true story, and I felt that I REALLY wanted you all to read about my first threesome 😊

So a couple of months ago, I met a guy through work. The first time I met him was nothing of note tbh, but then he messaged me through my business Instagram asking me on a date! The interesting thing about this was that he was inviting me on a date with him……and his Wife!

We texted back and forth for a while whilst I decided whether or not I should go. In the end, I thought, I had nothing to lose. They were both very good looking, he was funny and she was cheeky. Both my type.

I was so nervous. I’d never done anything like this before. We arranged to meet for dinner and drinks at a place I’d been to a few times. I was late on purpose so I wouldn’t have time to talk myself out of being there. I arrived and they were sat next to eachother, hand in hand and looking at eachother with an expression that I just knew meant they were obsessed with eachother still. They saw me come in and their faces lit up, that put me an ease. They wanted me.

SIL Foot Fantasy [MF]

My SIL is a 60 year old Filipina MILF. She has shoulder length hair and a light brown complexion that looks best without makeup. My favorite feature is her petite size 6 feet. Her soft feet have curvy arches and nicely pedicured white toenails. She is single and often travels with me and my wife.

My fantasy is that my wife and I plan a trip with her, but my wife has to back out at the last minute. My SIL and I travel together and stay in a one bedroom condo. We relax by the pool and I offer to massage her beautiful feet. As her feet rest in my lap I “accidentally” brush her soles against my hard cock. I’m playing the long game, so that’s as far as I go for now.

I turn up the sexual tension by having her catch me out of the shower without a towel. I brush my hard on against her as I pass by her in cramp spaces. I share a blanket with her and allow our bodies to touch as we watch TV. 

How I Lost My Wife to Grindr PT2

So, I end up sleeping on the couch all night. There’s no way I’m gonna be in the bedroom listening to my wife get off talking to Bradley, thinking of him, rewatching their video. And, I really have nothing to say to her.

The truth is, I’m hurting. But I hide it because I can’t handle that right now. The morning comes, and there are kids to feed and push out the door to school. I have to get ready for work too.

Normally, my wife is up and at em, running around fixing my lunch and taking care of the kids. Today, she just lays in bed.

I don’t know how to deal with her, what to say. So, I get myself together and head out. Not a word spoken between us. No goodbye kiss.

I’m broken inside, alone and hurting, not knowing how this could have happened. She found my messages, but I straight up told her I never cheated. Never actually cheated. And now she’s doing far worse to me.

Exploring Old Memories-FF/MMF/Group

This is a little long but hopefully entertaining. Bear with me, I’m new at this. Any misspellings or other errors are apologized for in advance.

I just recently started communicating some of my past sexual experiences and it has done some amazing things for my sex life. My wife and I have been married for 18 years and while hitting some ups and downs, 2 kids, screwy work schedules, and other obstacles, we’ve always made an effort to stay connected in the bedroom. Having said that, it was mostly fairly normal stuff. We had a porn phase, a make our own porn phase, toys, exhibitionism, light bondage for a while, just trying anything new to keep it exciting. I’m guessing that part is fairly normal.

The not-so-normal part is what my sex life was like before I got married. I wasn’t some kind of sexual dynamo or anything like that, and it’s not the message I’m trying to get across. But in my younger days I was fairly open to new experiences and rarely turned them down when offered. I never shared those experiences with my wife because it never really came up. I was 24 when we met, and she was 20. She had confided in me that she’d only had two sexual partners so I was definitely the more experienced but she never asked for details.

I’m fucking my boss. [FM]

Not my direct boss, but he is above me. He has authority over me, both professionally and personally. I love calling him sir whether I’m dressed for the office or undressed for him. The stolen glances across cubicles, his hand stroking my pussy discreetly at his desk, me begging for and getting a kiss in dark corners–I love it.

It’s a game, keeping it a secret from our coworkers and his wife; finding time to fuck in his car or my house, waiting impatiently for the opportunity to finally get destroyed at his desk. It’s risky and dangerous and so incredibly fun.

He’s an experienced player, teaching me the rules. I was hesitant at first, scared–I had never done anything so risky before, but now I can’t stop. I’m constantly scheming of ways to get his cock down my throat or in my cunt. I’m even planning on letting him fuck my ass, something I’ve never done. I can’t get enough of his dick, his mouth, his fingers. I’m constantly wet daydreaming of the next time he’ll be using my body like a fucktoy. Every day, I feel more like a depraved little slut, hungry for cock.

She Told Me “No” But Secretly Wanted Me To Fill Her Up [MF] [Rough]

**Katie is 5’10 with long legs, a toned and round bum, flat tummy, perky B-cup breasts and small pink nipples. This is the true story of the fun we had last night. I hope you enjoy and give us your feedback, we both enjoy that a lot.**

Katie and I were laying in bed next to each other on Friday night, relaxing, unwinding. We both had some wine and were finally enjoying each other’s company. Katie told me that she had booked us a dinner reservation and has a ‘surprise’ for me tomorrow night. We had a long and stressful week with no time to connect, sexually or otherwise. She was wearing an old t-shirt to bed along with yoga pants, a bra and panties.

I leaned over and kissed her. Her soft lips met mine. It was deep, passionate and filled with longing. My hand went to hold her hip and slowly caress her round ass. She moaned into me as she felt my cock grow and stiffen, throbbing against her thigh. “Mmmm, you can’t cum tonight, save it for tomorrow.” She said in a teasing tone. I ignored her and kept kissing her, our tongues dancing together. She leaned into me more. I reached under her shirt as I kissed her and unhooked her bra. She let our a small “no” in between kisses but didn’t stop my hand from roaming over her body, cupping and feeling her breasts.

Unexpected sex at work [FM]

I received a “lot” of comments and messages after my first post asking for more tales of my sexual encounters. This one happened around 15 years ago.

I was 18 and driving to work in a small department store. I was playing music loud, it was something angry, possibly Linkin Park. I’d just had an argument with my boyfriend about him being a lazy good for nothing waster.

I pulled into the car park and my supervisor was outside having a smoke. Dan was 25 and good looking. He wasn’t a bad boss, but he didn’t like having to stay late, he’d prefer to finish on time and go home to his wife and new baby. Other than that he was usually a laugh to work with and didn’t mind some flirty back and forth with the rest of the staff.

I got out my car and he called me over and tried to have a go at me about my music being inappropriate. I apologised and told him about the argument I’d had with my boyfriend. Dan was sympathetic, but uninterested, personal problems are not work problems, and told me to buck my ideas up. This got me angry again so I told him to fuck off and went inside to get changed so I could start my shift.

The Maid and Her Masters Will (Feeding her Master)

Another part of my Maid and Master story I really enjoy writing about their escapades I will surely be writing more. But for now I hope you Enjoy XD

They were arguing again. She could hear their furious words exchanged in whispers on the stairs, hoping the decrease of volume wouldn’t alert the children but the maid, from her advantage point on the stairs, could hear every word.

“You’re just jealous as always, you just cannot abide by my rulings in this household and have to go out of your way to embarrass me”

“Embarrassed you? I am the one having to make excuses for the servants leaving after such short periods, I wonder why? Maybe it’s because their master cannot keep his hands of them” She almost spat the words at him in her fury shaking with the effort of speaking the truth she had been holding back for so long. A deep exhale of breath came from her master, she poked her head around the banister at the top of the stairs to see his stature rise to its full height, striking her as majestic and lordly he began speaking with a warning tone to his wife.

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Behind the Mask, Chapter 9 [fm] [Incest] [Cousin/Cousin]

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I broke away from August, panting hard and staring wide-eyed at him. I collected myself in an instant, turning away from him to go sit at my desk, crossing my arms in front of myself. He stayed where he was. He seemed to have an acute awareness of giving me space when I needed it.

“I hate this,” I murmured.

“Doesn’t seem like you do,” he said dryly.

“No, I mean
” I looked away, opting instead to study my unlit computer monitor. The black uniformity was helping me gather my thoughts, though it was still competing against a maelstrom of emotions.

“You don’t like losing control,” he guessed. I didn’t respond. It probably wasn’t a difficult conclusion to draw. He went on, “Losing control plunges you into the unknown. You’re too used to being the master of your domain, and now here come two characters disrupting your life. And the unknown terrifies you.”

“Terrifies’ is a strong word,” I remarked, my indignation causing me to meet his gaze again. “I’m not some timid lamb awaiting slaughter.”

“You’re the wolf?” he said with a grin.

“I’m the hunter.”

[Incest] [m/f] [daddy/daughter] [fantasy/fiction] Scent of a new woman part 1

As long as I can remember I have been the laundry person for the house. Every week I gather mine and my wife’s laundry and my daughter Lana gathers hers and I run everything through the wash. I never paid it much mind til a few years ago when my daughter turned 18 and suddenly I was putting skimpy thong panties and sexy hip hugger and boy shorts into the wash. I remember being appalled that she was wearing such things at first and it made me start seeing her differently. 
            
                She was always a very beautiful girl and now I noticed her like I had never before. As Lana walked through the house wearing thin tops without a bra I noticed how full her breasts had gotten. About a full C by this point. I started looking at her ass when she walked by in sweats, tight little shorts, and leggings to see if I could tell which of the panties she was wearing that day. It quickly became an obsession each laundry day to see what panties she chose to wear that week.Â