[MF] Professor [M] performs self-facial for wife [F], first time domme

This is pretty vanilla compared to a lot of stories on her, put maybe one person will get a kick out of it.

So, I had too much of an edible last night. I don’t have a lot of experience w/420–just here and there over the years. I tried one last night just for sleep, but took the wrong dose and too late in the evening. So, I was way too high, even when I woke up in the morning. And I woke up super horny: my skin was super sensitive and tingly, and I was having vivid sexual dreams as I came in and out of consciousness. Mostly, they involved some version of me being dominated and/or performing for a domme.

As I dozed there, I started humping my pillow (kind of a body pillow that we keep on the bed). My thoughts were filthy, and humping the pillow made me feel like a desperate teenager who would do anything for the hot, manipulative, bratty girl at school. I *never* hump the pillow to masturbate, so this was totally different for me. I imagined having to perform for a domme, as she called me (gently) names, like a cute little gooner-boy, or desperate pervert who can’t keep his hand off his cock.

A Valentines Day Reconnection [Fiction][Words: 2172][MF][Romantic][Mild Bondage][Fellatio][Cunnilingus]

*Author’s Note: This is an attempt to get back into writing. I took an 8+ month absence from this platform and from writing. I welcome and appreciate all constructive feedback on my writing, as I’m trying to improve. Thank you for reading. Enjoy.*

It’s the end of another long, trying week. Dan is making the long drive home. He’s exhausted from the week. Hell, he’s exhausted from life lately, really. Everything has been an endless grind for months now. Work, wife, kids…everything. It all seems to be non-stop doing for others, but not for himself.

Relief Work

Rona Ambrose looked at the clock, 7 PM, it was time to get ready. She donned the required clothing, and stepped outside the big house, taking a deep breath. The night air was so clean, with a nip of the coming autumn season. She knew the address and set out on her way.

*****

At the address, John Meyer waited, excited and keyed up. Ever since he had been chosen, he had felt the wild stirrings of excitement. He wondered if it was really all right, but when his superiors explained it to him, he relaxed. It was for the good of the organization.

*****

As she walked along, Rona recalled how her colleagues were advised and asked if they wanted to participate. When they were told it was for the good of the organization, she decided that she was going to be in on it. And here it was, her night to participate. She turned the corner, and there it was, almost like it was beckoning to her. She had been directed to go around to the side, as the front door would be locked.

*****

[FMF] My wife seduced a stripper and brought her back for me to fuck

For background: Over the pandemic I divorced my wife of 20+ years and married an Italian ex-stripper with a brilliant mind and a phenomenal body—big tits, slim waist, round ass, and tight as fuck. Since then my sex life has gone into overdrive. She is bi and is happy for me to date/fuck other women so long as she is involved, and she regularly meets and brings home girlfriends and girls she picks up for threesomes.

And me? I’m a fit, older man who got lucky as hell.

One Friday night on our holiday in Greece we hit the high-end strip clubs. She turns on her “stripper vision” (her words) and quickly locates the girl who is most my type—a stunning blonde with big tits, big ass, skinny waist, and fit as hell.

My wife chats her up on the pole and requests a “couples” lap dance for us. We move a the lap dance booth. First she dances for me. I’m careful to follow the rules (no touching unless she initiates). She bends over me, her hair brushes against my face and she sways her body back in forth, her huge round tits in my face. She smells amazing.

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Well, I guess we’re really going through with this, I think to myself as I rub lotion into the area between my legs that had just been shaved in the shower. While I dry off, I take the opportunity to look myself over in the mirror. It had definitely been a long time since my time as a varsity wrestler but I’d still kept in decent shape with lifting and mandatory physical training sessions. My 5’10” frame was well-muscled and there was even a faint outline of a six pack when I had the right lighting. My soft brown, puppy-dog eyes drift downward to check out “the goods” and find my average length rod standing at attention. At least I’m thicker than most, and the wife likes it…, I finish before sighing, hanging up my towel, and heading out of the bathroom to find a naked goddess sitting on the bed deeply engrossed in her phone.

A pornstar joins our third MFM threesome- maybe I’m now a BBC cuckold?

3rd post about me and my girlfriend exploring, this time things progressed to really new levels.

I last wrote about 2 MFM experiences my girlfriend and I had. First was with my cousin and second was with my friend. In both instances it started very much as a threesome, but ended with some cuckold elements. With my cousin, after we all played and fell asleep together, I woke up to them having anal sex (which we’ve never done). With my friend, he ended it with a facial and then she and I made out, meaning I tasted his cum. Originally I felt torn about those elements and when she and I relive those, we never specifically talked about them. In a way though, these parts were what turned me on the most. In the year since the last time, we would relive these moments sometimes and then have amazing sex. We both knew it was bound to happen again.

Using Bella CH 3 – [F19 & M36 & M50] [Blowjob][Straight Sex][Public sex][Age gap][Light Degradation/Coercion/Dubious Consent/Sleep NC]

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Scott looks over her unconscious body, a little content smile on her face, her nipples hard on her perky little tits, her flat, tan belly, and her still glistening shaved pussy. “Let the fun begin.” he thinks to himself. He gets out and makes his way over to the passenger side, waving his boss over to help. Taking a quick look around to make sure the coast is clear, he opens the door. His boss walks over, his mouth agape.

“Is she ok?” Jay asks.

“She’s fine, just in a cum coma. Help me get her inside and you can take your turn first.” Scott tells him. Scott grabs her hands and gently pulls her out of the van as Jay catches her ankles. They carry her towards the already propped open door, Jay ogling her body the entire way. They sit her against the stack of drywall for the time being while they figure things out. “I don’t know how long she’ll be out, you want to just set her up on a pile of drywall and fuck her until she comes to?” he asks Ja

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Part VIII & Epilogue (MF, FF, Incest[S/S,F/D,M/D], anal)

Well, this is the end. I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed creating it…

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Part VIII

The next few hours were a complete blur. Lila called the police, and soon the area was crawling with law enforcement. Angelina was separated from us. The last we saw of her that day she was riding away in the back of a trooper’s cruiser We gave statements, but it was clear we were just here for the ashes Bart had stolen, so after hours of sitting around, we were thanked for our efforts and allowed to leave.

The drive home was spent in complete silence. I think we were all in shock. When we passed through town on the way to our house, the place was in utter chaos. The response from law enforcement was overwhelming. Unlike after the Helmsworth murders, this time they weren’t taking “no” for an answer from a bunch of bullshit locals.

Bart’s house and yard were cordoned off and it was lit up like a Christmas tree with police cars. And it wasn’t just the state troopers. The FBI and ATF had SUVs outside, and other agencies were scattered around town getting in on the party.

Shhh. Click. I Met a Man that Wasn’t My Husband. A Sexual First

I met a man. He is tall, though not as tall as my husband. Six feet, maybe? His hair is a dark shade of walnut, longer, but carefully groomed, and is newly clean-shaven. I knew all of this in advance, of course…I had seen his pictures. Before meeting him, I imagined he might have a particular smell, perhaps of a cologne I would recognize from a long ago lover, or of Malbec or coffee. I was wrong about that: He smelled and tasted of nothing but the night, and my own skin and tongue. Two hours after seeing his face for the first time, his wandering fingers were between my legs, searching for the lace panties I wasn’t wearing. Ooh, he whispers. What a surprise.

I reply quietly with a slow sigh, and bite my lip. His lip.

Shhh.

Click.

When thinking back about that night in the darkness, these are the sounds I hear in my searching mind.

Shhh. Click.

It is the sound of a childhood toy. A ViewMaster. Before virtual reality helmets, before the internet, the brick-orange magic glasses that transported me to places I only hoped to one day see in person. The Grand Canyon. The Eiffel Tower. Las Vegas. One tiny handheld vision of a blurry future, progressed to the next with a shhh, click.

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Secretly watching my (now ex) wife with another man (F38 – M39) (Voyeur)

I remember the first time I saw my wife having sex with another man. First, let me give you an idea what she looked like and how much she loved showing off her body. She is 5’5″ 120lbs. Blonde hair, perfect white teeth. 38D – 29 – 34 measurements. She had a boob job just before I met her. They were just stunning!

She always loved to dress in very revealing and sexy outfits and bikinis. Every vacation we went on she would dress even sluttier, which I loved!

A few years later, we split up. But we still saw each other weekly for sex. I drove over one night to stop by our house (that she got! Lol!) for a booty call. There was another truck in the driveway. The house was on a large lot without neighbors on one side and fenced around the backyard and pool. I parked a mile away and walked to the back fence and peeked through a gap.