I (22 M) enjoy someone else’s wife (2X F) on my birthday. Very publicly. [FM]

I was drunk for most of 2015, and especially that April, so you’ll have to forgive me for not recalling every detail. This happened on or around my birthday, but I turned 22 every day of April that year so it’s really anyone’s guess.

It was one of my many birthdays. I was at Duffy’s, a filthy dive bar right off post, like I was every night. If you came into Duffy’s I knew who you were and you knew who I was, though it’s possible we’d never talked.

Aoife (I’m using fake Irish names because fake Irish pub) and her friends, and occasionally her partner (husband?) were frequent patrons, but strangers to me. But it was my Tuesday birthday and I was the life of the party, so I engaged them in conversation. Aoife and I got flirty. She wanted to step out front to smoke, which I thought was gross, but she touched my cock when she asked if I wanted to join her.

Duffy’s used to be a house. A home. In a neighborhood. Not a lot of traffic. However, it used to be a house next to an army base. They share a fence. The street ends in a secure gate (not that secure: I used to hop it when the turnstile wasn’t working.)

[MF] (not so) accidental first anal

“Let’s do it on our sides.” the wife said. I groaned a little to myself but happily agreed. She was going through a phase where she liked rear entry vaginal penetration in the spooning position.

I liked how hot she got. I could use one hand to play with her ample breasts and her face/lips and the other to play with her clit. She really liked that. What I didn’t like was the difficulty in the initial penetration. Both my hands were otherwise occupied and she didn’t like touching my cock once the pre-cum was flowing so basically it amounted to poke & hope. If that try didn’t work then re-position and try again.

She didn’t mind the poke & hope phase. She was getting plenty of stimulus from my two hands. Sometimes she came and then cooled off before I got into her pussy which pretty much ended things.

Tonight was something special. After more than the usual initial problems she suddenly started grinding on my cock a lot more than usual and started moaning loudly. She has one strong orgasm and then a second shaking one before I had mine. She’s rarely had more than one and only a few ones with shaking.

Abbey, part 1 [MF] (cheating)

“Abbey… Abbey… We can’t keep doing this,” I said. I’m doing my absolute best to sound convincing, but that’s nearly impossible to do when I have to pause every second or two to moan with pleasure. We’re in my SUV. My seat is pushed back as far as it will go, and reclined as far back as it can get. You’re in the passenger seat… sort of. It’s more like your knees are in the passenger seat while you lean over the center console and give me the most amazing blow job I’ve ever had. Of course, I think that about EVERY blow job you give me. There’s certainly no shortage of those with you. “Abbey, we REALLY need to stop this.”

I knew you weren’t going to stop. Deep down, I didn’t want you to, in that “carnal desire” sense of it. Every time I tried to say that we should stop, you moaned a little bit louder, or hummed a little as you went full deep throat on me. This time, it was a little of both as you grabbed my hand and directed it over your ass, pulled your skirt up, and had me start fingering you. You knew EXACTLY what I said, how to make me trail off mid-sentence, and lose all sense of regret for a split second as I processed what you were doing to me. I have ZERO idea how you had that talent, but FUCK, you were good at it.

The Beach House: Part One (MF, Cheating)

*This is the first part of a much longer story. I wrote this a few years back after staying in a similar beach house located on Pawleys Island, South Carolina. The story is fiction but my wife and I did perform some of the activities. Constructive criticism is welcome.*

Diane Ryder stepped out of the rented beach house’s living room and onto the large screen-in porch feeling quite frustrated. Taking a seat in one of the comfortable lounge chairs she stared out into the night hoping the steady but pleasant roar of the surf might relax her enough so she could sleep. Dressed only in her long cotton nightshirt and panties she felt an instant chill from the breeze blowing in from the ocean raising goosebumps all across her arms and legs. While sitting there in the dark the smallest bit of a smile crept across her face at the thought that something had finally touched her because her damn husband, Jeff, sure wasn’t showing any interest on what was supposed to be a relaxing extended weekend on the coast.

Full story of our (30s) bull (20s) coming over. [MF]

[Note: I’ve written out the full story now. I’m including the first part for reference]

This just happened last night, and I’m still horny and shaking, tbh. I jotted down my memories late last night when they were in bed together, so I could remember as much as I could.

Our marriage dynamic has changed a lot this past year. My wife, Sara, and I are in our mid-thirties, and have been together for several years. For complicated reasons, my Sara’s libido has skyrocketed this year, while mine has not, causing significant tension due to the difference in sex drives. We ended up opening up our relationship, and Sara has a much younger fwb, Mark, who’s as sexually insatiable as she is. Mark and Sara don’t really have anything in common other than sex (he’s a stereotypical former frat jock, and she’s a highly educated professional) but they are extremely sexually compatible. Our own relationship had improved a lot because I feel less pressure to constantly have sex with her (I enjoy sex, but just not as often as she needs it).

My Prince strangulation 3-some story [MMF]

Me (M24) and my wife’s (F26) story are we were dating and lived an hour apart. I had a 97 white Sebring convertible. Driving from her place back to mine was a long interstate, and we had the top down. She started giving me head at about 70mph and it was great. In the back seat was a cassette single for U Got the Look. Well, the wind finally hit just right and while she was blowing me the tape came out of the cassette and ended up around my neck, quickly wrapping over and over.

I panicked but just slowed down, told her what was happening and she unwrapped the tape from my neck, we laughed, she put it on the floorboard and then went back to work.

So that’s my Prince 3some story.

Damn right I married that woman.

ETA: I did see Prince 3 times the year before I met my wife. I guess you could say we had a complicated relationship.

He (23) spent the night. I’m (34) definitely a cuck now. [MFM]

This just happened last night, and I’m still horny and shaking, tbh. I jotted down my memories late last night when they were in bed together, so I could remember as much as I could.

Our marriage dynamic has changed a lot this past year. My wife, Sara, and I are in our mid-thirties, and have been together for several years. For complicated reasons, my Sara’s libido has skyrocketed this year, while mine has not, causing significant tension due to the difference in sex drives. We ended up opening up our relationship, and Sara has a much younger fwb, Mark, who’s as sexually insatiable as she is. Mark and Sara don’t really have anything in common other than sex (he’s a stereotypical former frat jock, and she’s a highly educated professional) but they are extremely sexually compatible. Our own relationship had improved a lot because I feel less pressure to constantly have sex with her (I enjoy sex, but just not as often as she needs it).

Wife’s cousin returns [MF]

A few days later, Michelle returned to pick up some dishes she left that night. My wife was still at work and I was writing a paper. Michelle was wearing a white camisole tank with no bra and booty shorts when she came by to get her stuff. I let her in and gave her a bit of a smile, as I stared at her curves. She informed me she was only in town a few more days before she moved to California. I told her I enjoyed what happened a few nights ago and she said she did as well, but didn’t know if she could bring herself to do it again, and I respected that. I told her as soon as she leaves, to lock the door and if she needed anything I would be in my office.

I hear her in the kitchen, packing up her dishes, and going through the fridge to get a bit of the leftovers, a few minutes go by and I hear the front door close, and the digital lock engage. I settled back into my office chair, a little bummed, but also content that what happened, happened and I can have the memories forever.

I (21F) get spitroasted by three older married dads in my neighborhood a couple of times a month, and I fucking love it [MMF]

So I moved home early from college in April back to my parents house when COVID went crazy, and basically never left. (All our classes are online.) I love my parents but being trapped at home sucks. We’re in this big, quiet suburb where everyone is older and raising kids. There is almost no one my own age, my friends from school are all scattered around everywhere – same stuff everyone is dealing with. The difference is that I also have a very, very high sex drive, and my access to good dick basically disappeared for months. I almost broke my vibrator by June.

(About me: guys think I’m cute. 5’5, dark brown curly hair, blue eyes, B cups and a thick ass.)

A few months ago, I started watching a toddler for some folks a street over a few afternoons a week so the mom could get out of the house and do stuff. The dad (40, I think?) is cute. He was totally respectful but I could tell he was checking me out. The second or third week I started flirting with him pretty hard when his wife was away. I felt bad about it (REALLY!) but I was so fucking horny that I think I was just craving some male attention. I wound up making out with him one day, and the next day, I sucked his cock. While his kid took a nap in the other room, I was topless and on my knees, swallowing his load in their bedroom. He even paid me a big bonus.

Fucking my wife’s best friend [ffm]

Fucking my wife’s (/u/scarlettjones86) best friend.

Before you get too deep into this, just know that my wife and I are inexperienced swingers and this was 100% consensual and is not a cheating story, so if that isn’t your thing, stop now.

It’s November in New England, which means it’s dark as hell at 4 pm every night. It was the first Saturday in about a month my wife and I were able to let our kids sleep over their nana’s house and we went out to a bar next to the salon my wife works at to have some drinks and food. We weren’t planning on being out too late or getting too wild because COVID restrictions have bars closing really early, so we were just going to hang out a little and then go home and probably fool around or film some videos for her onlyfans.

When we got to the bar we saw a bunch of her coworkers, one of them, we’ll call her Jess, is my wife’s best friend since they were little. Jess is recently divorced and has been living her best life fucking different guys almost every night. Me and my wife have joked about how slutty she is but I’ve secretly wanted to fuck Jess for years, and that feeling is only stronger now that she is single.