Im on the dating apps as the wife and I are swingers. We both scroll through to find fuck buddies or couples. We dont share our faces on there as to not out who we are until we trust others. Well, I was scrolling one night and found an older woman who didnt show her face on the pics. But her tits were huge and eraser nipples poking out were very sexy. There were a few pics of her body. Her nice round ass. You could tell she has some weight on her. Not bad for pushing 60. One Pic even had a cumshot all over her chin and breasts, i was intrigued. So, I liked her profile and messaged her letting her know I think shes sexy and would love to meet up sometime for a drink or lunch to see if we mesh alright. She responded pretty quickly letting me know she looked at my pics and really likes what she sees. We conversated about why we joined the Lifestyle and what turns us on. Her favorite thing she loves to do is go to glory holes and suck random guys off. That is a huge turn on for me. Ive
​ I had recently started a new job, and one of the perks offered was that top performers could win an all expenses paid cruise to the Bahamas. To my surprise, I found myself a winner in my very first year. Which is how I found myself solo on a cruise with a group of coworkers I didn't know very well, most of whom were traveling with either spouses or their families. I got the sense that as one of the only singles I would be spending a good chunk of the voyage alone, not that I was complaining necessarily. I decided at the time to keep an open mind, make the best of it, and maybe even meet someone new. Worst case scenario was enjoying the sun and the free food and drinks and coming home with a sunburn and a hangover. Best case scenario - well even in my wildest dreams I couldn't have expected what was about to happen. It started the first evening. A dinner for the full team was arranged, with speeches about productivity and rewards for hard work and all that good stuff.
I fucked my aunt for the first time because of a Tinder glitch. It wasn't the last time. Okay, it wasn't technically a glitch. I swiped right on purpose. But "glitch" sounds better than "I saw my aunt's profile and something in my brain just completely short-circuited," so let's go with glitch. My name's Luke. I'm twenty, I work out five days a week, I have a decent job at a warehouse that pays enough to cover gas and beer and the occasional bar tab, and up until about four months ago I had a girlfriend named Cassie who was sweet and boring and completely incapable of keeping up with me in bed. I'm not proud of that last part. I'm just being honest. You're going to want me to be honest for this story. I made the Tinder account because Cassie and I had been running on fumes for months. No-face profile, just my arms and chest in the bathroom mirror, the kind of profile that gets matches before you even finish setting it up. It worked. I was seeing someone new almost every week, nothin
*Everyone in this story is 18+ and fully consenting.* Sophia handed me a towel that was softer and more fluffy than any towel I had ever used in my life, and I dried myself with it while she did the same with her own towel. For the first time of the evening, she almost seemed hesitant before speaking. “Um, may I inquire whether you’re… protected?” Her manner of speaking was sometimes overly formal, but it only took me a few seconds to realize she was asking if I was on birth control. “I have an IUD,” I said simply. She nodded knowingly. “Ah, very good. Thank you. I can assure you my Kenny hasn’t been with other women, so I want to know, are you currently entangled?” *Entangled*? I smiled now and she realized how weird she was sounding. She added, “Sorry, I know sometimes my speech is too formal. What I’m asking is–” I interrupted, “I don’t have a boyfriend right now, and it’s been months since I last had sex. I don’t have any STIs, Sophie.” That took *her* aback, and I felt pr
*Everyone in this story is 18+ and fully consenting.* Sometime around Thanksgiving last year, I was working dinner service and had just put the check folder down on the table of an older woman and who looked to be her son, who at the time I thought looked like was in his mid-twenties. The woman, who if I had to guess was in her late 50s, caught my eye and motioned for me to lean down so she could whisper something into my ear, so I leaned down and waited for her to speak. The words she said took me aback. As an attractive female working in an environment with many wealthy men, I had been propositioned and flirted with countless times, but this was a request I'd never encountered, especially coming from a woman. She whispered, "I know this might sound crazy, but my son has never been kissed by a girl before, and I think you are so cute and wanted to see if you would kiss him for a $500 tip." My eyes must have flown open as the shocked expression took over my face while I quickly st
So every year my wife and I jave this tradition where we get drunk and wrap gifts. Its funny because by the end they're pretty horrible. We sort gifts and give each girl about 3 different wrapping papers to wrap thier gifts, then we have them open little cards that show 1 of thier wrapping papers. This is how we keep them guessing till Christmas. We dont label any gifts. Well this year both my stepdaughter are in college and graduated at different levels, because of this my wife and I went all out on Christmas for them, we also got ourselves some gifts. One of these wasI cloned my cock, which my wife loves as I well fortunately blessed with a large cock. Amongst our drinking, wrapping, and fucking session i lost track of this gift. I had it narrowed down to a handful of gifts that I was going to unwrap and check. This morning I got home and found the pile I had made was gone and everything was under the tree. As there were many gifts and my wife and neatly stack and shuffled them I w
So my coworker Jenny, and I have been flirty for about a few years now. It went from office jokes to admitting attraction one office gala party more recently. She looked stunning in her dress and I couldn't stop staring at her sexy legs. We talked and got very very flirty and suggestive. Afterwards I walked with her back to her hotel room (we were on the same floor). As I said good night she asked if I wanted to come in. I smiled and hesitated, considering if it was a good idea. But I'm not making good decisions so I went in. She pulled me into a corner and asked if I was kinky. I smiled and told her I'm probably more than she could imagine. My hands caressed her ass and I turned her around and began feeling up her and down her front. I lightly blew on her neck and told her I was going to help undress her and then say goodnight. I helped unzip the back of her dress. I undid her bra, running my fingers lightly up and down her back along her spine. I slowly pulled it down until it was ar
The house felt cavernously empty with his parents gone for the weekend. Alex, home from college for the first time in months, was sprawled on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. At 21, he felt like a stranger in his own home, a sentiment amplified by the muffled giggles and thumping bass coming from his younger sister's room. His sister, Ava, was 18, and tonight she had her whole clique over. He knew them all from when they were just awkward high school freshmen: Maya, a sharp-tongued brunette with a smoldering gaze that was new; Lily, a bubbly blonde who had grown into a figure that made it hard to look away; and Kayla, a quiet, athletic redhead who seemed to be observing everything with a knowing smirk. Around midnight, the sounds shifted. The music lowered, and the distinct, sweet-smelling haze of weed began to drift under Ava's door. Alex sighed. He wasn't a narc, but the last thing he needed was for his parents to come home to a house that smelled like a Snoop Dogg
As a young man I wasn’t a big hit with the ladies my own age and as such I never really understood my friends constantly trying to hook up with girls. However one weekend I lost my virginity to an older and more experienced woman and then it all made sense! At 18 I was more interested in riding motorcycles and hanging out with my friends than chasing women. I got home from a ride one Saturday afternoon and went inside to find my mom and her best friend Kathy sat around the kitchen table drinking coffee as I walked through the back door and into the kitchen. I walked in hot, sweaty and shirtless still wearing my riding pants and boots and went straight to the fridge for a cold drink. “God sake Danny look at the state of you!” My mom said referring to the dirt and grime all over me. I turned to see her scowling at me. But I noticed Kathy’s eyes were transfixed on my body and she was biting her bottom lip as she eyed me up and down. “Well you do get dirty riding dirt bikes mom!” I repl
The flickering blue light of the television was the only thing illuminating the room, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. I’d squeezed onto the end of the couch, my daughter Chloe on my left, her best friend Ava on my right. The movie, some loud action flick, was just background noise to the strange, cramped intimacy of the shared blanket. My left side was warm from Chloe’s proximity, but my right… my right side was on fire. Ava had shifted slightly about twenty minutes ago, her leg brushing against mine. An accident, I’d thought. Then it happened again. And then she’d left it there, the heat of her thigh a brand through my thin cotton pajama pants. I tried to focus on the exploding cars on screen, but my entire world had narrowed to that single point of contact. *She’s just comfortable. She doesn’t mean anything by it.* My own thoughts sounded pathetic, even to me. I shifted, trying to create a sliver of space, but the couch was too small, the blanket a conspirator holdi
I had moved in with Maria just over a year ago. Her place made more sense than mine seeing as it was closer to work for both of us. There was a bit of an age gap, she was just 24 and I was 36 so we had some lifestyle adjustments to work through but we got it all figured out. The problem(?) all started about a year ago. Her parents moved out of state and her younger sister Kendra, moved in with us to finish school before she was off to college. We had a love/hate relationship. I hated most of the shit she did, she loved torturing me. Once away from her parents she thought she had free run. We were responsible for her and laid down the rules, and law when needed, but she pushed the limits for sure. One thing she loved to do was try and get me in trouble with her sister. She would always wear skimpy clothing, or just panties and a loose shirt. She's walk out of the bath with just a towel and know I was in the other room. When I would call her out or complain to Maria, she would
My gf (Kylie) has a twin sister named Hailey. When I first started dating Kylie, I would get them mixed up from time to time. They even played jokes and or pranks on me, but after a month or so, I caught on. After dating Kylie for a year and a half, we moved in together. When Kylie said her office was having a Halloween costume party, she invited me and her sister Hailey. We all met up at our place before we all headed out to the party. Kylie dressed up as a nurse and myself as a doctor. I think Hailey went as a witch. It started around 7pm and there was food and drinks, dancing, trivia and other activities. It started to die around midnight. Kylie and I took an Uber home as we were too drunk to drive home. Hailey said she’d find her own way home so we just decided to go out separate ways. When we got home, I was tired and was ready to hit the sack. Kylie wasn’t too sleepy, but she was concerned about Hailey and said she was going to go check on her because Hailey wasn’t answering her
When I was 19, I found myself still a virgin. While my buddies started hooking up with girls the previous year or two, I never had any luck. I was less than a week away from turning 20 and was starting to get more and more anxious because I hadn’t even kissed a girl yet. All the girls even remotely considered candidates at high school were already pairing up with other boys. I found myself on an island, frustrated. On the weekends, it would be my buddies with their girlfriends and me, always the odd man out. It really started to piss me off. I knew I wasn’t bad-looking or anything. I wasn’t a 6’3” bull with an abnormally huge cock, but I considered myself decent enough looking, was in decent shape. Even my dick wasn’t bad; it was just a shade above average length. Even my height was decent, tall enough for most superficial girls. My looks weren't the issue. Then, one day, it finally happened. At a house party, I met a girl named Amber. I had known her since grade 3, but never real