My stepmom Diana has pretty much always been in my life. She married my Dad, Patrick, when I was young, five years old to be exact. The whole time I’ve known her as far back as I can remember she has been a quiet, mousey mom-figure in my life. She is never too overbearing, never yells at me, never grounds me, nothing. If I ever did something to upset her, she would leave the room with a disappointed sigh instead of trying to control me. I remember purposefully testing her patience over and over, yet she never cracked in front of me. She would shake her head, turn away from me and then disappear to another room. Yes, I did try following her a couple times to continue my annoyance. During those attempts I was met with her stone cold face and silence. The lack of emotion did its job to scare me away. I stopped being a menace to Diana when I was a bit older. We got along better and she continued to be a supportive stepmom, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning and pretty much all the other
My whole life changed after my wife, Innochka, graduated from law school and got a job in a law firm. I started noticing a change in her life. No, she didn't act any different around me. She just started paying more attention to herself. She started going to the tanning salon, and the fact that she was tanning in a swimsuit was obvious from the untanned stripes on her body, although you couldn't really call what she was covering herself with a swimsuit. Her fingernails had grown noticeably longer, and her nail polish had also become a more aggressive, bright red, as had her lipstick, which matched her nails. Her lips were naturally plump, as if pumped up by something, and she said her lipstick matched her nails. She stopped wearing tights, only stockings. If she wore a business suit under a skirt, she wore stockings with elastic bands, and if she wore pantsuits, she wore stockings with a garter belt to hold them up. Shoes or boots were strictly stiletto heels. She had to buy
This is the update I didn’t think I’d write. It’s the update you guys urged me to pursue, and believe me, I went all in. Firstly, if you need to backtrack and read how this got to this stage, here’s the link below to Parts 1 and 2. In all honesty, his shyness indicated this wasn’t going to happen. I decided to make the move, knowing he’d masturbated over seeing my tits, not only on the gift mug, but also the photo, I felt powerful. I am the older woman, after all, so it’s arguably my duty to lead. When closing at work, I waited until it was only he and I. I know by now when a guy’s horny. You can see it in their eyes. I felt he’d checked my ass out all day. I approached the subject. “You know what I love about working with you the most?” I smiled. A playfully confused look from him, I followed up with, “checking me out when you get the chance.” I turned around, bent over, and pretended to look for something. I laughed, and he confessed, “yep, caugh
When I was in my junior year of college, I lived in an apartment with one roomate, Jen. We had been roomates since our time in the dorms, and were super close. We would go to dinner with each other's families, go home with each other on some weekends, and all sorts of other things. One weekend, she let me know that her brother and one of his friends were going to stay with us as they toured the college. Both were seniors and 18 at the time. I knew her brother Ben somewhat well from my time knowing Jen (yeah, the rhyming names were a running joke for us), but I didn't know his friend Mark. They showed up Friday afternoon, and we took them to dinner. We planned a night in with a couple friends coming over, drinks, snacks, and hanging out. Ben has always been super shy, he was a tall, skinny guy, dark mid length hair. Mark was more of an average build, sandy brown hair and blue eyes. We were all sitting around drinking and we started off by telling embarrassing stories of Jen in front
Soooo this one happened about five years ago in a particularly slutty period for me. I’d been flirting with two guys in the office at once, and it all culminated with me inviting them both over on the same night… The first knock came at seven twenty-eight. I opened the door to find Tom on the mat, hair slightly damp from the drizzle outside, hoodie unzipped over a soft black T-shirt, a carrier bag of snacks in one hand and a share-size bar of chocolate in the other. “Wow,” he said, eyes flicking down my body and back up quickly. The blue pajama shorts sat high on my hips and barely covered my ass. The top was tight and farrrrr too small; soft cotton that hugged my chest and lay loose over my stomach. I hadn’t worn a bra. Don;t judge me. I was fucking HORNY. I laughed. “Thanks! Thought you might enjoy seeing me out of my office clothes for a change!” “Well…yeah! You look awesome.” “Thanks,” I smiled, turning away from him, letting him see how short the shorts were. I was pretty su
The last bus from the city to my remote district center. Ten o'clock at night, exhausted beyond belief. The bus was half empty—a couple of students with headphones in the front, an old woman with bags by the driver, and me in my usual window seat at the very back. Rain streamed down the window in slanted streaks, the streetlights flickered like garlands. I buried my face in my phone, thinking only about getting there and collapsing into bed. At the stop near the business center, she glided onto the bus. She walked unsteadily, holding onto the handrails. She wore an expensive burgundy coat, a pencil skirt, and heels. Her gaze was empty, slightly glassy. The air smelled of frosty air, perfume, and... whiskey. She walked slowly across the bus, swayed, and plopped down on the seat next to me, even though there were plenty of empty seats. “Sorry,” her voice was hoarse, tired. “I’m just... here. Okay?” “Yes, of course,” I moved towards the window. She shrugged off her coat, crumpling
I can’t sleep. It’s eating me alive, and I have to get this out. That morning my wife’s best friend walked in on me getting out of the shower. I was naked, dripping, towel in hand. She froze. Stared. My cock—thick, heavy, hanging low—was right there, and her eyes locked on it. Wide. Hungry. I could’ve covered up faster. I didn’t. All day she kept glancing down. Every outline in my shorts, every shift—she bit her lip, crossed her legs. I knew she was wet. I was half-hard thinking about it. Then my wife left for lunch. My wife’s best friend was at the kitchen sink. I came up behind her, pressed close, asked if she was still thinking about it. She pushed back. Ground against me. I yanked her shirt up, shoved my hand in her panties—she was soaked. Two fingers deep, and she moaned. I pulled my shorts down. Rubbed my hard cock along her, then pushed in slow. She gasped, “You’re so big—” I stretched her open inch by inch until I was buried deep. I fucked her hard against the counter.
*Names and locations changed. This is the one story I’ve never told anyone.* I was 32. I’d been with Sarah for almost two years: long distance, New York to Providence. She was very hot, but very religious, like actually religious, not performatively, which I respected but could be a challenge. But a couple of years in, our situation was long distance and I was living in corporate housing in Rhode Island, working on a client engagement that was supposed to be three months and kept extending, and I was wound pretty tight. I’d been dealing with it the way I deal with everything: I ran. Marathon training. The idea was that if I exhausted my body enough, it would stop asking for things. The night in question- I’d just finished a brutal day at a Boston conference. Eight hours of stakeholder management, which if you’ve never had the pleasure is basically smiling while people who don’t understand what you do explain your job to you incorrectly. Then a ten-mile training run that morning, be
In a previous post, I talked about how I fucked my girlfriend's boss Dana and that helped her get a promotion at work. Since everybody liked the arrangement, I ended up fucking Dana two more times. It was great. Both times were at my girlfriend's house. I came inside her both times. But a few days ago things got really crazy. Dana invited me and gf over her house. As we were driving over there, gf was acting very hyper so I knew something was up. We got there and we all started drinking. After a bit gf said to me, "Are you OK with us doing whatever we want with you?" I was so excited about this so I screamed "Yes!" We came up with a safe word in case things went sideways. My goal was to never to say that word. They both got me naked really fast. My dick was so hard. They both grabbed it and I knew they were excited. I had always wanted a threesome ever since I fucked Dana the first time. They walked me to Dana's bedroom, and they laid me down and tied me to the bed. The next few
When I left for university mom had a talk with me. She told me it was okay to have a few sexual partners and it was a little like exploring the world and not to dwell on it or mention it to future boyfriends. It’s just a thing. Keep it quiet. So I did. First day on campus there I was squatting on a guys cock topless in the front seat of his car. I was banging my ass on him holding onto the dash as my perky tits jiggled. A good looking woman walking in front of the car slowed down just in time to see my orgasm face. My jaw was hanging open as the guy came in me. She gave me a nod like”you go girl” smiled and kept walking. About 3 days later I was waiting for a class to start. She came walking in, she was the prof! She made eye contact grinned and went about her lecture. She stopped me as I was walking out. “I’ll give you a hint. If you want good marks ditch that bra and sit in the front row.” Hmmmm. Interesting. The next class I went braless in a slinky micro mini with no panties.
*OK, this isn’t the wildest confession, but it happened a few days ago, and I wanted to write about it.* When we were first together, when, as couples do, we talked about what turned us on and what kinks we had, when I mentioned anal, my wife said no chance. She wasn’t into it, she didn’t want to try it, no fucking way. But, over time, her position softened. I gradually introduced butt play to our sex life, and my wife discovered she rather enjoyed it, even if she didn’t like to admit it. After a few years together, I tried licking her ass, and as long as she was horny enough, it would send her frantic. After more time, after we grew more experimental together, occasionally, she’d let me slide my dick into her well-lubed, well-prepared bum. But she never asked for anal. That was, until Sunday. We had the house to ourselves all afternoon. We took a lazy bath together before we climbed into bed. My wife loves it when I roll her onto her front to shower her back in kisses. As I d
I came home from work earlier than usual and thought the house was empty. I went upstairs, took off my sweaty blouse and skirt, and decided to take a shower. The heat was unbearable, and the cool water running over my skin brought me relief. I stood under the stream, soaping my breasts and thighs, thinking about my daughter. Mary is 19, and her boyfriend is a real catch: rich, handsome, and also only 19. A guy like that is not to be missed. Suddenly the bathroom door opened. At first, I didn't even realize what was happening I just heard footsteps. Jerry walked in and headed straight for the cabinet under the sink, not even glancing in my direction, as if the shower wasn't working at all. I quietly opened the glass door and stepped out. My body was soaking wet, water running down my skin, although my hair remained dry. "Hi, Jerry." He turned around abruptly. "Hi, Miss..." "Jerry, call me Linda." "Sorry... I forgot." His gaze dropped. I stood confidently, hands on my hips, legs
My boyfriend’s family is super close, so I’m over all the time. His sister has been my low key crush since I met her. We flirt in that “is it joking?” brushing hands, compliments that linger, changing in front of each other when I sleep over. Last weekend we’re all at their parents’ house. Boyfriend runs out for pizza, parents at the neighbor’s. It’s just us in his old bedroom “looking for his yearbook.” Door shuts. She sits on the bed, pats the spot next to her. “Truth or dare?” I pick dare. She smirks: “Kiss me. For real this time.” I do. Soft at first, then deeper, her hand sliding under my tank, mine in her hair. Next thing I know tops are off, bras gone, her mouth on my nipple while I’m gasping into her pillow that still smells like my boyfriend. She pushes me back, peels my shorts off slow, fingers tracing everywhere she’s been staring at for months. Slides two inside me easy I’m soaked curls them perfect while her tongue circles my clit. I come fast, legs shaking, biting
in short, I had sex with over 100 guys in college and around 30 women. I am bi but definitely gravitated hard towards dick in my junior and senior years lol. By my senior year, I had about a dozen guys who I had sex with very often, so my body count only increased by 10 or so that year and they were pretty much all freshman that I was a group leader for in their orientation camp 😂 my guy friends said it was a good way to meet freshman girls to fuck and I turned that right around on them lmao. Anyways, since graduating the frequency of sex in my life just isn’t what I’d become accustomed to and I hate it. Right now I have sex twice a week and it just isn’t enough. After the first month of my freshman year onward I had sex most days. Some days were wild and it was multiple times. Key to this is having sex friendly roommates which I had; I roomed with the same girl all 4 years because we got along so well in this regard. I’d be getting my pussy absolutely crushed on my bed and 5 feet aw
SOOO during a recent vegas trip for one of my besties, i just fucking KNEWW i was gonna need some dick. yes, i absolutely could’ve found some at the club, but i didn’t want to take attention away from my friend’s celebration, so i (VERY SADLY) had to turn away some very cute boys that tried to flirt with me. however, since im very proactive, i made a post here on reddit to suck some dick and ngl it got more attention than i expected. after sifting through the responses and messaging many candidates, i narrowed it down to one that fit all my requirements. we did a quick video chat to verify then finalized rough plans around my timeline. so let’s fast forward to clubbing with my girlies. i’m dolled up in a cute little white dress and drunk af. i’m having fun but also getting NERVOUS because im supposed to sneak away to meet a redditor soon. as the dj is wrapping up his set, i spontaneously tell my slutty plans to one of my girls and ask her to accompany me JUST IN CASE. she tries to ta
I have read some post about anal sex, so thought of sharing how it started with my wife. I edit this incident using Ai to make it more polished. My wife and I have been married for 11 years in an arranged setup. Our sex life has always been active and satisfying we do easily 3–4 times a week, sometimes more. She’s stunning: 5’7” tall, with long, silky dark brown hair that cascades down her back. Her skin is very fair with the softest pink undertone, the kind that flushes beautifully when she’s aroused. She has a deliciously curvy body — full, heavy breasts that sway hypnotically when we fuck, a soft proportionate tummy that I love gripping, thick juicy thighs that feel incredible wrapped around me, and a perfectly round, plump ass that’s impossible to ignore. Before this night, anal had literally never come up. Not once. No hints, no jokes, no shared porn featuring it. It just wasn’t on our radar. We’ve always loved using plenty of lube for regular sex — the slick, slippery glide
So, to start things, we're 26M and 25F. We've been together for 5 years at this point and after a LONG time talking about our kinks, turn-ons and whatnot, we agreed on allowing ourselves to experiment more during this year. All within the rules we agreed on (we only play together). The first thing we decided to explore was being watched by someone, preferably a lady or another couple. We couldn't find the right person for a while because it turned out it's tough bringing strangers to your bedroom... Then N entered the stage. N is a friend of F from college days. She left a very shitty, jealous guy at that time and was genuinely bummed at how much time we lost with him. And since we hang out together from time to time, she became a frequent guest at our flat. We have no filter when talking, so we discussed basically everything including sex and she felt comfortable talking about it to a couple who understood her struggles. One evening, out of the blue, she admitted she fantasized ab
Over the Christmas holidays my wife's phones started acting weird. It was several years old and she's stubborn, but it was time to switch. While she placed an order for a new phone I allowed her to use my personal one as I tended to use my work phone more often anyhow. Over the couple of days she had my phone she apparently had been conversing with her best friend, Ally. They've been friends since University and there have been hints from my wife that they "experimented" with each other while drunk. I never paid much attention to it, but they're still close. Anyway, my wife's new phone showed up and I got it switched over from her old one and she was happy. Then it happened. I was flipping through my personal phone to see if any pictures she had taken were still there so I could send them to her. She takes a lot of pics. Just as I am scrolling a text comes through from her friend Alley. I open it up and Im just about to text back to tell to her text her original number when I ge
Violetta Alekseyevna was a fifty-three-year-old woman with a strong character and a well-developed sense of self-worth. She had been the hospital's chief physician for over ten years and was highly respected by her colleagues and patients. She had been married for many years and had an adult son who had long since moved on with his own life. Violetta was a woman of strict principles and strict rules. She always maintained strict discipline and expected the same from others. She was an intelligent, educated, and successful woman who knew what she wanted in life and how to achieve it. But despite her strict character and high standards, Violetta also had a secret that no one knew, not even her husband. She experienced unusual arousal when visiting the gynecologist. Moreover, she did so more often than was necessary. Unlike many of her colleagues, she preferred to undergo examinations not at the hospital outpatient clinic, but at a private clinic where a male gynecologist worked. I
It was early in the morning, so early the sun wasn’t even up yet. I had tossed and turned all night and now I was staring at the ceiling trying to think of anything else. My dreams had all been a blur, but they left an impression. A need that I woke up with and that pained me. I touched myself but it wasn’t enough. I huffed and turned kver, trying to go back to sleep but the need was too much. I needed to do something about it. I threw the blankets off and walked down the hall. I peeked into Josh and Josie’s room. They were both asleep but I pushed common sense aside and snuck in. Josh was at the edge of the bed and it only took a few taps to wake him up. I put my fingers to his lips to keep him quiet and then took his hand. I tugged him out to the hallway and I didn’t even get to my room. I leaned against the wall and pressed his hand between my thighs, he touched me through my panties beneath my large shirt. I moaned, trying to grind down on his hand. He was still half asleep as he