I (19F) uncomfortably in my seat as I heard my boyfriend Mark get into the shower in the bathroom upstairs. Leo, (23M) my boyfriend's roommate had walked over and sat down right next to me on our two-person sofa. Leo had this knack for doing small things that got under my skin. Leo is a fun, outgoing person that easily puts a smile on others and has this radiating confidence about him that makes people like him. "Hey Sarah," he said with a slight grin. "Looks like you two really went hard today." Mark and I run a fitness coaching business and we just finished a boot camp in the square across the street. Today's session had been particularly intense, a total body workout that had me completely drained. "We were," I admitted, leaning my head back. "I’m wiped out. And starving. I just hope Mark doesn’t spend an hour in there so we can finally grab some food." "You know his routine," Leo grinned. "He treats that shower like a spa day." I smiled because I knew he was right. MMark was n
I flew to St. Petersburg for a three-day logistics conference—the usual routine for a mid-level manager: presentations, coffee breaks, and the constant exchange of business cards. The hotel was decent, right in the center, overlooking the Neva. On the very first evening after the official part, I went down to the hotel bar—my feet were buzzing from my heels, just wanting to relax with a martini. He was already sitting behind the counter—Dmitry, one of our key clients. We'd been corresponding for months about work, but had only seen each other in person a couple of times at group meetings. Tall, confident, about forty-five, with an expensive suit and a wedding ring he wore all the time, even here. Next to him was a young woman, about twenty-five, in a formal but form-fitting dress. Alina, his assistant. I'd only known her by email: always crisp letters, perfect spreadsheets. In person, she was even more beautiful—long legs, a neat bust, shoulder-length blond hair, and those e
My name is Artyom, and I'm twenty-nine. I'm an ordinary IT guy from Moscow who rented a huge two-story house in the Moscow region last summer to finally take a breather after endless deadlines. How did I end up pushing my wife toward my brother? It didn't happen overnight. It came together piece by piece, like code that only works when all the lines are in place. Back in college, I loved the dorm parties. They were always full of girls from good families—modest-looking, with pigtails and quiet laughter. During the day, they'd hold hands with their boyfriends, and at night, after a bottle or two, these same girls would end up in the common room and take whatever was offered. I didn't participate. I watched. And I remembered how their faces changed when they were taken hard and for real. That left a stronger impression on me than any sex I'd ever had. Vika and I met three years ago. She was twenty-five then. Petite, with a short haircut, big brown eyes, and a b
so I was planning on going to get a birthday present for my wife in a town about 300 miles from home . found a awesome hot tub on face book market place for a steal , well I was telling my brother and sister inlaw about it and my sister in law asked if she could go with me to get it and I was like yeah whatever I could use the help and company, well I hooked my truck to the trailer and the next morning we were off bright and early , I told my wife I was going to buy a truck to fix up and resell and she was like whatever cause that happens alot . well anyway we make the drive over buy the hot tub dude had a skid steer with forks so we got it loaded up and homeward bound we went . well about 200 miles from home the truck broke down and it was getting late no shops open to get parts so we got a hotel she called her husband told him we broke down and we were staying the night he didnt seem concerned. I called my wife and let her know I was broke down and getting a room till I can get parts
This was our first corporate event of such scale. Usually, after New Year's or summer reports, everyone would head home, but this time, the director rented a huge country house with a sauna and pool for the entire weekend. "So the team could finally truly relax," he said in the general chat. Yulka, my wife, had been working in the same marketing department for four years, and as my husband, I was also invited "for company." On the way in the car, she smiled the whole way and twirled the black nylon stockings she had just bought in her fingers. "Are you seriously going to wear this?" I asked, watching as she began adjusting her bra under her light dress while still on the road. "Why not? Everyone knows I like to look sexy. And you yourself said that after boring corporate parties you want something... hot." I nodded, but a lump was already forming in my throat. We'd long fantasized about her giving herself to someone in front of me, but for it
This happened 12 years ago, but I can still replay it in my head like it was yesterday. Back then, I’d been dating my girlfriend, Ana, since high school. She had two close friends, both of whom, at one point or another, had a thing for me. After graduation, one of them moved to London, while the three of us—me, Ana, and her best friend Alex, ended up in the same city for college, about 300 km from home. We rented an apartment together. Three rooms, one each… at least on paper. In reality, Ana and I shared mine most nights. Alex was impossible not to notice. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, curves in all the right places and she knew it. Sometimes she’d walk around in skirts so short they felt more like a suggestion than actual clothing. Ana, on the other hand, was shorter latina, with long hair and a body that could distract me mid-sentence. Completely different… equally dangerous. The first year passed without anything happening. But there were moments—little looks, lingering touches, pla
Sunlight sliced through the living-room blinds in hard, slanted blades. My son came home from college with his friend. Two nineteen-year-old boys. They dropped onto the couch, thumbs hammering the controllers, laughter cracking like gunfire. I stood in the doorway and watched. The friend was tall. Shoulders wide and solid, the way a man carries himself when he already knows what he wants. One look at him and something low in my belly tightened - hot, heavy, sudden. I turned without a word and walked to my room. The work report waited on the desk. Letters blurred. I sat, but focus was gone. My hand moved on its own - down my thigh, under the hem, across the damp cotton. Not stroking, just pressing, feeling the heat pulse against my fingers. Twenty minutes. The clock ticked. My breathing stayed even. Inside, everything throbbed. Then I stood. I needed the bathroom. I opened the door. He was there, by the laundry basket. My red panties - the ones I’d worn yesterday - pressed tight t
I thought the house was empty. My daughter left with her boyfriend. They said they’d be back late. The silence was heavy. It had been a long time since I had a man. A year. Maybe more. The body remembered. It wanted. Today it wanted badly. I unbuttoned the blouse. Took it off. The bra fell to the floor. The skirt slid down. The panties followed. I stood naked. I sat on the edge of the bed. Spread my legs. Hands rested on my thighs. I looked down. It was wet there. Hot. The fingers moved on their own. Slowly. Over the clit. Then inside. One finger. Two. Breathing became short. Breasts rose. Nipples stood hard. I moved. The rhythm was simple. Forward-back. Deeper. The door opened. He stood there. My daughter’s boyfriend. In jeans. In a white T-shirt. It turned out my daughter forgot her phone. I froze. Legs spread. Fingers inside. Breasts rose and fell hard. Skin burned. He looked. Did not turn away. Eyes dark. Breathing audible. I wanted to cover up. Could not. Fingers twitch
The gf (Kelsi) and I decided we wanted to go on a cruise, after a lot of planning we decided to take a 5 day cruise to the Caribbean. We are both very fit and Kelsi really enjoys showing off in her bikini, so obviously she packed several including a couple thongs. Fast forward to the first day of the cruise, we take our time getting use to the ship figuring out the ship. Eventually decide to get some drinks and relax by the pool as we wait to depart. First day goes by pretty chill. That night we decided to have a night cap at one of the bars before heading to bed decently early. At the bar, we start talking to another couple, Chris and Steph, who are married, and in their mid 30s. We finish our drinks and head to bed after saying good night. The next day while at sea, we decide for another day at the pool, had a couple mimosas with breakfast and Kelsi was feeling good so of course she decided to wear one of her thong bikinis. While relaxing, Chris and Steph walked by and chatted a
I’ve been casually hooking up with this guy for a couple of months. Nothing emotional, just insane chemistry and the kind of sex that completely erases your brain. Last night we were on his couch watching a movie, and he was being obnoxiously flirty. Tugging me onto his lap, kissing my neck, slipping his hand under my hoodie like I already belonged there. I assumed we’d end up fucking like usual, but instead he tipped my head back and told me to open my mouth. I didn’t hesitate. He stood, pushed his sweats down, and started using my mouth slowly, deliberately, like he was in full control. My body was shaking, tears spilling down my face, spit everywhere, his hand twisted in my hair like it was a grip. When he started going deeper, I grabbed his thighs and let him take whatever he wanted. Something about it completely short-circuited my brain. He pulled out just long enough to wipe my tears with his thumb and murmur how good I looked like that. I moaned. Loud. Embarrassingly real.
I was gonna do an ama but I suppose I don’t have the karma… feel free to ask here though, as for my story, this is my favorite About 6 months into this job I was doing my monthly night shift duties as the general manager. The place is usually quiet but I do have a few regulars that come in to use the porn booths. Good people, I’ve gotten to know them by name. There is one guy I’ll call Steve who is an older man maybe 65 or so and Steve and I like to chit chat after he cums. We talk about random things, cars, jobs, how things were better when he was 20 etc. His love life came up a few times and I found out he never actually had sex with a woman… he’s always been to socially awkward to ask a woman for romance! Unbelievable! That was the night I showed him a titty and let him touch it. Anyway, I’m in the booths cleaning and sanitizing, listening to the porn moans. I know someone is in the stall next to me so I try to be quiet and let them concentrate when I see a quite massive cock e
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.
I have a development! It’s well worth sharing. If you haven’t read Part 1, please do below, and re-join me in a minute. Caught up? Let’s dive in. Before I get started, thanks to the Redditor who very amusingly named, in the top comment of Part 1, as ‘Jugs on a Mug’. That made me laugh so much. So, finally, I saw my colleague today. I’d been unsure of where to go with this. THIS is how things went down. He and I were alone today, only briefly, and I asked him, “drinking a lot of coffee lately?” I blushed when he responded, “oh, more than ever.” I asked if he’d enjoyed his coffee more than ever. We went back and forth with a lot of flirting. I wondered who’d break first. It turns out I did. I didn’t want the opportunity to pass and with the risk of other colleagues coming into the room and the topic dying off (I felt he may be too shy to all out admit anything more), I HAD to be forward. “I have some great holiday photos I can share with you, btw!” I
Thanksgiving weekend, whole family crammed into our house. Everyone's stuffed from dinner and finally crashes out early—kids downstairs, parents in the guest rooms. Me and my husband slip into our bedroom around 11, door not fully shut because we're thinking everyone's out cold. He's got me bent over the bed, pounding me hard from behind. My ass is up, tits swinging under me in this loose nightie, and I'm trying to keep quiet but moaning into the pillow every time he slams in deep. He's grabbing my hips, going faster, telling me how wet I am. Then I hear the floor creak. Look up—my brother-in-law is in the doorway. He's my husband's younger brother, taller, more built from the gym, always got that cocky grin. Wearing just boxer briefs and a t-shirt, you can see the outline of him getting hard already. He's got that athletic tight body, unlike my husband's dad bod. He sees us—me getting railed, ass bouncing, husband oblivious—and he doesn't move. Just stands there, leaning agai
So it’s Christmas Eve, in-laws are at our place, everybody’s finally passed out downstairs around midnight. Me and my wife sneak into the bedroom. She drops to her knees right there by the bed, her green eyes looking up at me while she starts sucking me off. Her big DD tits are basically falling out of that tank top, bouncing every time her head moves. She’s going at it hard, sloppy as fuck. I grab her hair and push her down deeper every couple strokes. Then I hear someone in the hall, quiet footsteps. My sister-in-law stops right in the doorway (the door was cracked a bit). She’s tall, skinny, brunette hair still looking perfect even though it’s late. Just wearing some thin sleep shirt and these tiny shorts that are basically glued to her bubble butt. Her tits are smaller than my wife’s, but real soft and perky, nipples poking right through the shirt. She’s tighter all around, always looks put together. She sees what’s going on—her sister on her knees with my dick in her mouth, to
I met this friend in university, and we became close pretty quick. Through him, I got to know his family pretty well. His parents are divorced, and he was mostly closer to his mom. The very first time I met her my thought was, wow that woman is absolutely gorgeous but in a respectful, that’s my friend’s mom kind of way. She’s in her Late 40s, tall, blonde, very active, with that classic hourglass figure. Over time, I grew very close to them. Since my parents lived states away and his mom was only an hour away from university, I ended up at their place a lot, sometimes even without my him. With her, we’ve started to have conversations that went beyond small talk. Like she actually listened, challenged me, laughed at my jokes. It felt easy and comfortable, it wasn’t like I was talking to a friend’s parent. One night, my friend invited me over and told me that they were hosting a Super Bowl gathering. The house was packed, most were sat in the backyard lounge, and drinks flowing. I e
Hello everyone, I want to tell you a story from my life and how it all came to this. My name is Nikita, and my wife is Alina. Before I met my wife, I was a completely different person, but after meeting her, I became more domestic and calm, without the urge for adventure. We all have baggage from a past life, like all young people, alcohol, the occasional drug, but nothing more. Just for fun, as they say. Alina is a real treat, with 2.5 breasts and a big butt, weighing 70-75 kg. I like meaty women. Well, let's leave aside the life aspects, we are all gathered here for something else. Sex with my wife was amazing; we've been together for five years, and neither of us experienced any problems or loss of feelings in this regard. Until one day, I felt a wild desire, wondering what it would be like to have sex with two cocks at once, and thinking about this person being close to you, with whom you spend every day, solving family problems, and simply living life. But the thought a
I’m 25 and stayed at a financial firm a few years ago right out of college and have started to climb the ladder. My old boss got fired a few weeks ago and the new one got introduced earlier this week. Her name is Amanda and we all got called into a conference room for the introduction. When I walked in and saw her I was stunned. She was probably 5’4” but all business. She had a stern look and body language to prove that she was the smartest in the room. On the other hand she is drop dead gorgeous. Her hair is long and shiny. Her face is perfectly sculpted. Her boobs are the eye catchers. Really big and you notice them right away. Her suit is really good at covering most but is just a bit too tight and her tits look like they’re about to bust out of her shirt. The meeting was boring but her demeanor and proof that every where she is she makes it better and she wi be no nonsense. Right at the end she gets called to another meeting and as she walks out I get a peek at her ass and her
So this happened a few winters back during the holiday season. I was back in my home city visiting family for the holidays, along with my sister. We both have moved away to different cities, so we like to get together with old friends when we are back. One night, I had gotten back from a late gym session when my sister had a group of her friends over for some pre drinks before they went out. I said hello to everyone, and I could tell that they were already a few drinks in and having a good time. I didn't think much of it, and went to have a shower. I'm doing my think in the shower when I hear a knock on the bathroom door, and a voice that sounded like my sisters friend Samantha. "Hey, can I come in? I really have to pee, and I promise I won't look." There were other bathrooms in the house, but she said they were occupied. I agreed to let her in so that she could do her business. However, I was feeling a little cheeky. The shower was a walk in with a glass partition, so you could
I thought I would share the story of how I ended up fucking my best friend‘s mom. My birthday is in September, so I spent most of my senior year 18 years old. Justin and I became friends in pre-K and had been tight ever since. Growing up we would have sleepovers at each other‘s houses and both of our parents treated us like another kid. Justin‘s mom Becky actually treated me slightly better than she treated Justin. Our friend group referred to her as psycho bitch Becky. And that’s what she was my whole childhood. She’s an attractive woman, a little over 5 foot tall, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice figure with boobs that would be small on anybody else, but look huge on her tiny frame. I’d say she was a solid eight in the looks Dept, but she was a raging bitch. Permanent resting bitch face, sneering at everybody, snapping at everybody, always yelling at Justin and his dad, etc. Around eighth grade, I came to visit him one time and there was a dent in their front door.