Trust Fun Brings All the Sluts to my Yard (Warning: Raceplay)

I wasn’t supposed to get the money… not this early, and not all of it! But dad kicked the bucket. We all saw it coming though.

Seriously, it was no surprised when I left behind the nice apartment I had and the second semester of college that was a week from starting, to go attend dad’s funeral. You know… I am going to miss him though. Even if it always felt like I had a inattentive grandfather instead of a father. Dad was pushing 60 when I was born. God know’s how he did it, but between a couple little blue pills and everything my money hungry mom could do she managed to get some of the old man’s swimmers to find the right way to go. The DNA tests they had me take when I was 8 proved it. Oh, that was when they divorced after Dad caught her getting railed by the pool and house boy.

All In The Family part 03

I had gotten the phone call just after Noon, the hot, sultry voice of my bosses’ wife, Margie, inviting me over to join her and Roger. She was eager for more “rape”, and Roger and I were happy to play her ”rapists.” In the bedroom, we pounced on Margie, stripping her naked, then climbing on top of her as we stripped down. My hard, eager cock rose into view, Margie looked at it, breathing hard, then her gaze shifted to her husband Roger, his cock was plumped up, stiff and ready for action.

“Ummm, oh yeah, my rapists are so ready. It looks like my holes will just have to get raped again, isn’t that right, you rapists?”

As we got into position, Roger growled, “Yeah baby, you’re gonna get fucked whether you like it or not!”

The bedroom door swung open as we heard a voice saying “Mom?.” In walked Jeanine, their 18 year old daughter. She was almost like a carbon copy of her Mom, long blonde hair, very generous, nicely formed breasts, a great hourglass shape, and a gorgeous, heart shaped ass. After two steps in, she stopped dead, staring at the scene before her. Her mind was trying to find a rational explanation for her Mom, her Dad and I, all naked on the master bed.

We had our first “swinging” encounter, and it was everything I could have hoped for! [MFM]

Originally posted in r/Swingers and was told it would fit here.

(I put “swinging” in quotes because what we did was *technically* hotwifing but, as we’re using it as a springboard into the swinging lifestyle, I still consider it swinging. Anyway, here’s Wonderwall…)

My boyfriend and I had decided before the *dreadful days of darkness and despair* that we would like to swing together. All very healthy stuff and boundaries put in place; we knew that all it would take was a word from the other person and things could end or change (so long as we were both on the same page, obviously). We were hoping to start at parties where it would be easier to socialize and dip our toes in the water. We had even been approved for an invite to a private party, but nature had different plans and we had to cancel… We were pretty bummed.

Unfortunately the dark times began almost immediately thereafter, and we took the precaution not to attend swinging parties/clubs until things headed back toward more “normal” territory. We took that time to learn each other better; communicate more of our needs, wants, and fantasies in the bedroom; and really overall improved our sex lives with fairly constant vigilance.

Tantric Tea [M4F][transcendence][medicinal][insane arousal][flaring pussy][oral][immersion][first lesbian][oddities][threesome]

The man in the odd little shop placed the mug in front of my wife.

For all the transcendent properties these unnamed herbs were claimed to have, the tepid tea offered no extraordinary fragrance or appearance. If anything, it was a bit earthy and dark on the nose.

“Are you prepared?” he said to both of us.

He had warned that the tea must be drunk in the shop and that the consequences would be powerful. We didn’t have to say it out loud, but we both thought is was nonsense. Best case, if it sparked some kind of true energy in her, we would hurry back to the hotel and enjoy the effects there.

She lifted the simple stoneware and began to drink.

Another woman slipped out of the room behind the counter. She stood and watched.

She wore silk robes, something reminiscent of India. It wasn’t clear what she wanted or intended.

“Oh fuck,” my wife said.

My attention snapped back to her.

Her skin was flushed. She looked confused. Anxious.

“OH FUCK!” she said again, scrambling off the chair to her feet.

Ex-Con Meets Ex-Wife, and Her New Husband… or New Bitch?

He’d been behind bars for just under five years. Not nearly as long as some men, but hey, he had connections on the outside and enough cash stashed to buy a decent lawyer. Could have easily been ten, add in some good behavior and he was free. And now he wanted back what was his.

She… didn’t want anything to do with him. The second he got pinched she’d called up a lawyer, shown up within a week with the papers to make it official. She barely spoke a word, and refused to look him in the eye. “Tch… fine. Not like I can do anything witchu’ while I’m in here. But you know I’ll get out, right?” She’d swallowed hard but resolutely kept her eyes away. “Heh.” She didn’t have to look at him to see the smirk on his face, the one that made her heart pound.

Five years later she had no idea he’d gotten out early. He had found out she’d remarried. Fuck, the two of them were shacked up in his home! Like she was trying to insult him. Or maybe, deep down, she knew he’d come back. And he looked up some info on the new guy.

The Neighborhood: Part 19 [MF][Exh][Voy][Mdom][MC][SciFi]

**The Neighborhood: Part 19 [MF][Exh][Voy][Mdom][MC][SciFi]**

**A brief recap:** Colin Turner was a middling sad-sack with a failing marriage, who stumbled into a dream job based on some research he wrote years ago. He took a job with Fenris, a company with its own little enclave in Wolfsburg, CA, and its own peculiar work ethics. Fortunately, he had the sly and sexy Janelle, his hiring advisor, to act as his guide as he acclimated. He moved into a large house in the neighborhood with his wife Alison, and becomes involved in a company project involving wristbands that can alter behavior, within limits, based on keywords or phrases. Over time, Colin learned to enjoy his newfound freedom, his expanding desires, and to leverage the behavioral technology he has near-unfettered access to, to live out his fantasies. His sister-in-law, Stella, recently moved in, and after a little lip service from Janelle, will work in his office. Colin and Alison had a wild night at a not-as-retired-as-thought executive’s country estate, but not before Colin learned his future with Fenris wasn’t as solid as he thought. After a visit from the company auditors to include a demo of the effects on Kristie, Colin finds himself with expanded accesses to the system. Janelle revealed she was behind the audit and its rewards, and let Colin try out his new accesses on her. Later, Mike discusses his concerns over the system changing wife’s behavior, though Colin highlights that some people have hidden depths.

[MF] encounter with a masseuse

A few years ago I was on a business trip away from the wife. I had never cheated on her before and it never occurred to me ro ever do so. Perhaps my biggest vice was watching porn.

This trip was nothing out of the ordinary, I often traveled for business. The only difference was that business was completed by the middle of the week. I celebrated with a bottle of wine in my hotel room. Not being much of a drinker, I quickly became inebriated.

While looking for some porn I stumbled across an escort site. I drunkenly browsed the site and wrote down the phone number of one of the listings. In the listing they offered “massages” by sexy Asian women.

The next morning I awoke with a minor headache. after drinking some coffee and taking a shower, I sat down on the bed to think about what I was going to do with an empty day. The hotel notepad with the phone number caught my eye.

My wife’s blindfolded surprise [MF]

My wife is on top of me, slowly grinding my pelvis while I’m all the way inside her. She leans in and presses her chest against mine while I grab her ass with both hands, slowly massaging them while she lifts her hips in the air and slowly comes down on me. She leans back and lifts her shirt off, revealing a set of perfectly made breasts. I run my hands from her hips, up her sides, and under the bottom of her tits.

“What do you want me to do?” she asks, softly.

“Anything you want.” I reply. This is new and I like where its going.

“Good answer.” she says, with a slight coy tone.

She hops off of me and blindfolds me. I can feel her taking my hands one by one and securing them to the bed. She leaves my legs alone but I can feel her presence above me. The first thing I feel is the tips of her hair as she lowers her mouth onto my nipples and bites down. Shes biting harder than usual, and I like it. She slowly kisses me down my stomach, stops just short of my cock, and come up to take the other nipples in her mouth.

[MF] Sexcapades with hotel room

My wife and I got a steal on a hotel room in the city. She had a new dress that was mid-thigh and flowy . Really cute/sexy. We checked in and went for dinner. Nothing out of the ordinary. We touched, kissed, and chatted but all pretty common. Some cool new places for dinner and after dinner drinks. So not a routine night.

By the time our Lyft picked us up to go back to the hotel we were tipsy and a bit handsy. I was rubbing her pussy through crotchless panties (nice surprise) in the back seat of the Lyft. She was using her nails on the underside of my cock through my stretch jeans. Felt amazing.

She’s 5’11 (think Liz Phair) and I’m 5’8’ (think Johnny Depp’s not so hot brother) – not story book stats but we have a connection. Doesn’t seem to matter. I’m the rock star and she’s the super model. Not true but a reasonable analogy. So it easy for me to finger her while we make out sloppy in the car. Hearts beating. Full of lust.

A night shift takes a different turn (LONG) [MF]

If you want to skip to the fap material, scroll down to the “~~~” part.
I used to manage a coffee shop that had many college students working seasonally through there.

One such college student was Jennifer. Jennifer was a bubbly, freshly 21-year old who was going to Berkeley and she was a cheerleader. She had the cheerleader pep with the pep in her step to come along with it. Jennifer had a gravity-defying bubble butt and perky B-cups that attracted many of the office-types.

One day, I find myself closing the store. I double-check the schedule to see which knuckle-heads I had the misfortune of mistreating this evening and come to find that Jennifer was actually closing this evening! I didn’t fully perk up because closing is still closing but it did help having some ass there to stare at. Eventually we get through all our closing tasks and I start walking to my car to call it a day. Jennifer runs up to me to ask for a ride home and I was too tired to say no, so I tell her to hop in.