The Bet

It had been almost 8 years since we first met. We both worked in a marketing firm on the east coast. Through the years we became close and what started as harmless flirtation had turned into all out desire for one another. It was a desire that could not be quenched due to us both being married to other people. We made no secret to each other what we wanted to do and I definitely spent countless times jerking off to her or thinking about her when I was having sex with my wife.

As part of our flirtation, we would often make bets with each other over various things. The winner of the bet would always get a sexual favor from the loser… supposedly. I say supposedly because we had never acted out on these bets. They were fun to think about but in actuality due to our family situations, we would always chicken out. That all changed with this bet.

Our first [MFM] threesome was even better than we imagined.

My wife and I opened up our marriage and became swingers close to two years ago. We have many fun stories but here is one of my favorites. This is posted with permission from all involved.

I was out running errands one night when my wife sends me a picture of a guy with the message, “Babe, I met a guy online. Is it okay if I start a group chat on Kik?” Prior to this I had been finding most of our encounters online so I was thrilled that she took the lead on this one. Before you know it, we had been messaging each other for a couple hours and exchanging nudes when my wife decided to invite Jake over the next night.

Jake showed up promptly the next night and he was an even better looking guy in person. 6 feet tall with green eyes and blonde hair. He had a decent body too. We introduced ourselves and chatted for about 5 minutes before my wife took our hands and led us to the bedroom.

The Red Suitcase-Chapter 3 [cuckold] [bisexual]

The Red Suitcase-Chapter 3 [cuckold] [bisexual]

CHAPTER 3

Disclaimer: Sexual content, including bisexual and light BDSM. Copywrite Justthesun.

The next day I created a DropBox account and uploaded all the pictures from the night before then deleted them off my phone. It was a tough job keeping myself from stroking my cock while moving the pictures and looking at them. Until I moved them off my phone I didn’t realize just how many pictures I took last night, one hundred and seventeen. Some didn’t turn out very well, blurry or bad angle, that sort of thing, but all and all I was pretty proud of my work. She looked amazing in all of them.

It was Thursday and for the next few days we stayed busy without any time to have for ourselves. Between after school events, the kids’ social life and my family and Kim’s there just wasn’t any “us” time.

Tuesday came before I knew it and it had been a week since I’d last talked to Rick, he never responded to the last message Kim sent. I was having a slow morning at work with little planned for the afternoon so I thought I’d give him a call.

Meggy Meets The Stocks (MMF, Non Consent)

Meggy struggled against the men holding her as they dragged her into the square. Her cheeks flushed red with a mixture of rage, shame, and exertion. There were more of them than were strictly necessary – one man held each of her arms, another two her legs as she kicked and bucked, trying to break free. The fifth man mostly just groped at her full breasts through the thin shift that was partly torn by now. The groper was Aldren, unmarried and foul.

There, in the middle of the square atop a platform the stocks stood empty and open. Not for long. Despite her best efforts, her arms were quickly dragged into place and held there. She thrashed her head around until Amice grabbed her hair viciously and yanked her neck down onto the groove in the wood. She screeched once as the large wooden piece settled down over her wrists and neck, trapping her in place. The sound of metal clanking and Meggy felt the cold of iron closing around her ankles, preventing her from moving her feet more than a few inches.

A small crowd had gathered by now. Meggy darted her eyes around desperately, looking for a friendly face. “I didn’t do anything!” she screamed. “I didn’t do it!”

[MF] The college boy and the mature mom Pt. 2

Thanks for all the positive notes on my first post–really glad everyone liked it. I’ll definitely get to the PMs soon.

Don’t think I’ve described myself much—I’m 6’1”, brown hair, blue eyes, fit but not ripped. Described often as handsome and cute. All American look.

Again, Kim was in her late 40’s, curvy but not fat, maybe 5″4″ with a cute, youthful face (smooth skin, no wrinkles) and gray and white hair, cut kind of in a fashionable bob haircut. I should define fashionable bob, because it’s basically the hair style that it seems women over 45 have–where it’s kind of longer in the front framing her face and then gets shorter toward the back (I find it the perfect mix of cute/professional/sexy). Medium skin color, kind of reddish like she had a tan that was fading but still had the freckles. She had wide hips and a large, very nice ass that still had some perk to it (though larger than what I was used to), and–by my estimate–double d breasts with fairly large areolas and eraser-like nipples.

[M] I found homemade porn on a work computer

A colleague (let’s call him Jim) at work left and I [M] was tasked with removing his account from his laptop. I had to check his document folder to make sure everything was backed up to the server. In doing so I found a directory buried a few levels down that contained about a hundred photos. Clicked open the first one to see what they were to be confronted with a mature plump woman in a strappy leather outfit on all fours being fucked from behind by a guy standing behind her. Her large saggy tits hung down to the mattress through the cupless bra as the old guy held onto the lead that was attached to a thick studded collar.

I didn’t recognise the man but the woman was familiar despite the mask over her eyes. I had met her a few times a Christmas parties and was definitely Jims wife. They were both in their 50s and Jim was a quiet well spoken guy. His wife was also a sweet woman who when I met dressed really conservatively.

How I got [M]y [F]etish

When I was 20, I had my first sexual experience with a girl other than my high school sweetheart. I’d finally gotten over her after she ripped my heart out and stomped on it. She had been okay in bed, but not very adventurous.

This new girl was my age, but a little more experienced than me, and opened my eyes to the fact that women can be pervs too. Long story short, the first time we had sex, she asked if I wanted to cum on her face. I was so surprised that I didn’t even end up doing it! I was like, “Um, I’ll just cum on your tits?”

Afterwards, I asked if she really wanted me to do that or if it was something she just thought guys liked. She said it was her favorite thing, so basically every time after that, I came on her face. We were fwb’s for like 6 months, so yeah it got pretty ingrained as a turn on for me, and I spent the rest of my twenties politely asking girls if I could treat them like pornstars, and having them either decline or agree hesitantly. There were a few ladies that were totally into it, but none I dated seriously, mostly hookups.

I miss business trips!![FM]

I work in software sales. It’s lucrative but its a brutal schedule. I’m on the road 80% of the time. While this makes it difficult to cultivate long term relationships it is very easy to focus on my two biggest passions. Fitness, and being a raging slut. If work permits, I try to get at least two new guys per trip, whether I’m meeting them at a hotel bar or swiping on an app. Conventions are the easiest hunting grounds. Lots of confident, fit men, drunk on commission money and freed from their wives. Here’s a story from my last trip, back in March.

I was in Dallas. There was some kind of convention happening at my hotel, but I wasn’t a part of it. I was meeting a client further out of the city but I chose this hotel because POINTS and it was fairly fancy. It was ~7pm on a Thursday night. I was flying out the following morning to go home, but I wanted to fit in a quick workout while I had the chance.

The Boss’s Wife: Part Two [MF] [Busty] [Interracial] [Huge Boobs] [Straight Sex] [Cheating]

After the events of last night, I didn’t want to look Tammy in the eyes. I couldn’t believe how many times I masturbated to her videos. I think she would see my need to see more of her if she looked into my eyes. The moment I woke up I gathered my clothes and called a taxi.

I didn’t wait for the taxi to get to the gate. I met the driver halfway down the street. I paid him in advance if he took the fastest route. Once I got back to my apartment, I fell back onto my bed.

“Damn,” I said as I paused the video on my phone. Tammy was on all fours on the floor of her dance room. Her big tits hung low, nearly touching the floor. Her ass was high in the air, and she was seductively looking at the screen.

Instantly my hand started reaching for my hardening dick. Just as my hand wrapped around it, my phone scared me as it began to ring. It was Tammy.

“Fuck!” I said aloud. I didn’t want her to think I was ignoring her, so I answered.

Groped, Betrayed, Blackmailed, [Blackmail], [Consensual], [NC], [MF]

PART 8

At the restaurant, Earl had reserved a U shaped booth so Vicki, at his insistence, could sit in the middle, with her husband on one side, and him on the other. Her husband blindly followed along. Once seated, Earl ordered a round of drinks snd again started bringing up memories of both their years at school. An awful lot of his memories included time spent in Vicki’s room,Will thought. Vicki sat there beside him, politely listening, but offering little. Will wondered if he would bring up the groping incident and Vicki shoving him over the desks. That would have caused some guffaws huh ?
As their drinks arrived and they looked over the menu’s, Vicki, unbelievingly, but then not really,felt a hand on her knee. It was not her husbands. Inconspicuously, Earl had dropped his hand below, and was lightly caressing her leg, inching higher and higher under the flimsy material. As before, Vicki felt like she could do nothing but sit there and take it. His hand continued to inch higher, talking to her husband now, about his business, the weather, sports, anything to draw his attention away from where his hand was. He soon reached her panties, and boldly started fingering her crotch. This was even hotter and was turning him on more than the time at his house, in front of family when he rubbed ass while standing at the fireplace. She squirmed a bit, but didn’t stop him. She sat there now while he ran his finger up and down her slit. Amazed to feel her getting wet, and then boldly, quickly, easing his finger inside her panties, while her husband sat there, listening to small talk.