I moved in with my best friend and her husband while I was sorting out my living situation. The three of us got along well, it was easy and comfortable, and nothing was weird until about four months in when my best friend and I were out drinking and she told me she had been thinking about having a threesome and asked if I would be interested in being the other girl. I said yes immediately. She is my best friend and her husband is attractive and I had been living with him for four months and noticing that fact for about three and a half of them. We told him about it when we got home that night. His face was something. The three of us kissed and got a bit touchy and it felt like something was starting, but she pumped the brakes after a while and said she was not quite ready for the full thing yet. But then she said something that changed the next two months of my life. She said she would not mind if he and I slept together on our own, as long as she was not in the house when it happe
My hubbys brother always looks at me like he wants me Me being the little flirt that i am i always love to tease him He was staying at our house we were watching a movie and hubby decided to go to bed I went and slipped of my panties came back and layed on the lounge with a blanket After a while i pretended to be asleep and lifted the blanket and my nightie giving him a fully exposed view of my pussy I was dripping wet trying to get the courage to peek and see his reaction After a while i let out a few little moans wiggling my ass and finally started to touch myself I could hear him moving and was hoping so bad that he would get the point and fuck me I could feel my juices running and knew just how naughty it was I finally mustered up the courage to peak through squinted eyes to find him out of his chair Closely watching stroking his dick I wanted to scream fuck me But knew that i had to pretend i was fully asleep and dreaming I kept
The bike died on the outskirts of town, coughing and spitting blue smoke. I managed to slide to the side of the road, curse out loud, and even kick the innocent tire, though it was clear from the start that the tire wasn't the problem. After half an hour of fruitless fiddling with the carburetor, I admitted defeat and headed along the highway to what the map said was a village with the promising name "Remont." It sounded like a mockery. The workshop was found just beyond a slanted sign—a long, corrugated iron hangar, in front of which sat the rusty hulk of a Gazelle and several motorcycles in varying states of disrepair. Inside, the smell of machine oil, old rubber, and heated metal was strangely soothing, like the scent of an autumn forest. The owner stood with her back to me, bent over the workbench. She looked to be around thirty-five or forty, one of those women whom age neither beautifies nor deforms, but simply molds into a tight, shapely form. Her work overalls we
I’m \[34F\] usually going at myself for ages. Now, I’m not complaining when I say this. I love nothing more than the luxury of playing with my pussy for hours.. teasing myself slowly and softly with my fingers.. feeling my panties become saturated.. edging myself towards an orgasm that will shake my entire body inside and out.. running the batteries dry on multiple toys in one sweet solo session.. However, time is not always so freely available to me to spend playing with myself. I stumbled upon a little trick in my early 20s that, to this day, makes me cum so hard and very quickly. I was laying in my bed on my lunch break, using the only vibrator I had at that time, feeling myself lingering on the verge of exploding with ecstasy, but becoming increasingly more distracted by the time and my nearing return to my desk. Desperate to cum, I looked up some porn on my phone. I highly enjoy watching porn on occasion. That moment in particular, I was fiendish for it. I was craving the sit
Bear with me because there's some background here that matters 😭 I figured out I was bi before I got to college and I'm pretty open about it, which apparently makes me interesting to a lot of people who have been sitting with questions they never had a safe person to ask. I joined the swim team this year and I am OBSESSED with these girls. Like the most beautiful group of humans I have ever been in a room with and we spend a significant portion of our time together in swimsuits which is its own situation entirely 😅 They found out I was bi naturally, just came up in a group chat conversation one night, and almost overnight girls who had been friendly before started finding reasons to be around me specifically. Asking me questions about being with girls, what it was like, whether I thought about them. Asking to room with me on away meets. I am a helper by nature 😇 The first time was my roommate at an away meet in November. We'd been lying in the dark for a while talking about nothing
I was 18 and still a virgin. I landed a summer job in another city and stayed with my aunt to save money. She was in her 40s, with a thick build. Her husband was away those 2 months as well due to work. She had two sons that were already at university, and one daughter my age who was there with us.. When I was younger I had met her a few times only at family events. Initially when I moved in, everything seemed fine, I met her and her daughter, we had dinner together. The next day I began my summer job. Now I mentioned I was a virgin but I was also a bit desparate/frustrated those days. In the evenings I spent most of my time watching porn and jerking off in my room. Not gonna lie, I did some pretty desperate things back then. A week in, I started fantasising about her daughter, I just couldn't help it. She was beautiful and pretty busty for her slim figure. I used to picture her naked till one day I just couldn't help myself. I snuck into her room while she was out, and went throug
I was deep into the most boring quarterly report on Earth when I heard the laughter outside. That wasn’t unusual: my house, my pool, my twenty year ikd daughter home from college for the summer, and her best friend basically living here since Memorial Day. What made me look up from the hellish Excel grid was the way Bella’s laugh got sharp and scandalous. They were out there again, perched on rafts with drinks in hand and not a care in the world. I could see them through my office’s big glass door, both in bikinis that looked like they’d been shipped to the wrong address. Bella wore a cherry red number that screamed “Daddy’s paying tuition” and left almost nothing to the imagination. Scarlett, her friend, was the real hazard: fit, all tan and curves and that “porn name” energy, her long black hair wet and wild. If there was a contest for which one looked more like they belonged on a clickbait ad, I wouldn’t even know who to bet on. I told myself to get back to work. Instead I just li
A couple years back after graduating highschool, I found my best friends mom on social media sex site called fet life. Even though her face was blurred out of every single one of her photos, I recognized some of the pictures from her Facebook. When I went on to read her bio, it confirmed everything else. She had recently gotten divorced from her husband just a year prior and only had 1 son who was away at college. As I kept reading her profile, I stumbled upon the list of fetishes she was into. In total, she was into 88 different fetishes and had another 46 she was curious about. One of those fetishs stood out amongst the rest. That being consensual non consensual. 35 of the 43 short stories she had written on her profile involved CNC and her getting man handled. It was kind of ironic that’s what she was into considering she could probably beat up the average male who didn’t train or workout. Matt’s mom was basically known in our town as a workout junky and even taught yoga, boxing, an
We found a karaoke bar near Jacksonville a few weeks ago. Fun crowd, cheap drinks. Everything was great, except this one puny young guy (21-25) coming up to my wife, Elle, and flirting with her right in front of me. The “me” of 20 years ago would’ve taught him a brutal lesson. The “me” of today knows my wife is coming home with me, and any attempts from another man to woo her are a waste of his time. When she shot him down, he sulked like a kid who’s told he can’t have a candy bar at the store. Just sat there with a pouty face the rest of the night. Now here’s the thing. We’re a hotwife/swinger couple. If he’d have been respectful, interesting, and acted aware of my existence right beside her, it might’ve happened. It’s happened in the past for others who’ve played their cards right. The karaoke lady was kind of “I’d fuck her but wouldn’t date her if I were single” hot. Big tits, cute face, a little softer around the middle than I’d prefer. I could tell by her demeanor when we in
I don’t know why, but sometimes mutual masturbation is just so much better than sex. Last night my buddy Jake came over. We haven’t ever fooled around before but we got a little tipsy. I told him I was horny and wanted to touch myself so he said let’s do it. We went to my room and I put on porn that we chose together. I got naked first and he just stared at me. I got out a vibrator, laid down, and started having fun. He was amazed, and then he laid down next to me and took out his cock. It was way bigger than I expected, I don’t know why he’d have a small cock but it was probably 8 inches and too thick for him to completely grip. Soon I found myself just watching him stroke his cock and not even watching any of the porn. I noticed he was just watching me too. I played it up a little bit and moaned louder than I normally would. I then started directing him. Telling him when to speed up his pace stroking his cock, when to slow down, when to touch his balls. He said he knew we weren’t f
"Wait, are you serious?" He said it like I'd just told him I was secretly famous or something. I nodded. We were sitting on his bed. My legs crossed under me, his hand still on my knee from where we'd been making out thirty seconds ago. I'd just said the thing. The thing I always have to say. The thing that goes one of two ways. He looked at me. Down, then back up. "I literally never would have guessed." "That's kind of the point," I said. Smiling but my stomach was doing flips. He didn't leave. Didn't go quiet. Didn't do the weird thing where they suddenly need to check their phone. He leaned forward and kissed me again, harder this time, and grabbed my waist and pulled me closer and that's when I knew this was going to go very well. His name was Derek. I met him at a bar the weekend before. He was with a group of friends. I was with mine. He kept glancing over at me until I got tired of waiting and walked up to him and said, "Are you going to talk to me or just stare all night?"
Let me start with an honest assessment of myself: I was pretty awful to this guy for a while. Not going to deep dive into the specifics because I don't come out looking great. Short version is I caused genuine problems in his life. A romantic situation I torpedoed, some group stuff I made unnecessarily complicated, the kind of quiet sustained pettiness I'd convinced myself was justified at the time and was not. Found out recently he'd been really struggling. I felt the specific shame that comes with realizing you were a meaningful contributor to someone's bad year. I saw him at the campus coffee shop last week. I sat down. That part took more nerve than I expected. We talked. Slowly at first, like people who have said things they can't take back. Then more normally. Then actually normally, the way we used to before I decided to be a nightmare. Somewhere in there I touched his arm and told him there was nothing like a grudge fuck for clearing the air. He looked at me. "Are you seri
i think my biggest problem on first dates is that i genuinely cannot keep the words "cum in me" from coming out of my mouth. tbh it happens literally every time i get fucked. i'm just obsessed and addicted to it. literally addicted. like i know normal people go on a first date and maybe kiss at the end. maybe. and i'm over here forty five minutes into coffee already thinking about how to get him back to his place so he can fill me up with cum. it's actually embarrassing how easy i am to cum inside. i don't even play hard to get about it anymore. i have lost any sense of shame. i WANT them to know. i want them to know i'm the kind of girl who's gonna beg for it before they've even bought me a second drink. something about a guy i barely know finishing inside me just does something to my brain that i can't really explain and honestly i've stopped trying to fully understand it. i'm just wired that way. the last one was literally a coffee date. COFFEE. we matched, he seemed cute, we met
(19 at the time of story) A lot of girls really like big cocks. Including most of my friends. They’re always talking about how they need to be stretched, how nothing under seven inches is worth their time, how they can “feel the difference.” I used to nod along like I agreed. Truth is, I don’t. I never really have. I don’t think you need a big one to have good sex. I think most guys who are packing just rely on the size and forget how to actually fuck. I met Cameron and stopped pretending I didn’t like it average. We matched on an app. He was cute in a normal way, nice smile, good arms, the kind of guy who looked like he’d actually listen when you talked. We hung out a couple times, made out on his couch, and the third time his hand finally slid down the front of my shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties. I never do. The second his fingers dragged through how wet I already was, he made this low, surprised sound against my neck. “Jesus, you’re soaked.” I just pushed his hand deeper and k
Back when I was 28, I was a middle school teacher, in a small school in the country where all my colleagues were older than me. I got along well with some of them though, espcially a 36yo chubby divorced mom. She had a nice face and great curves everywhere even if she dressed casually and nothing too sexy at school as most teachers. She liked me and often complimented me about how it shouldn't be hard for me to get girls, how many teens in school told her I was handsome and so on. It was not so much flirting than playing with the limits of our profrssional relationship, and surely get the thrill of getting the attention of a younger man. Anyway at one point we went on a school trip abroad with another female colleague and 40+ teenagers. We stayed in a youth hostel, the teens were in rooms of 4 or 5, and the teachers in their own room. I was alone, and the two females were together. The trip went really well, we all had a good time, and I found out that my colleague was more fun than I
This is a story about how I became a regular fucktoy to my girlfriend's best friend. Before we get to the cool part I'm gonna give some context and background to us as the story of how we know each other is quite specific. Before I dated or even met my current girlfriend (let's call her Jenny), I went on a date from Tinder with her best friend (we're gonna call her Sydney). Sydney was my age so 25 at the time, a curvy alternative redhead with tattoos, nose piercing and most importantly - a huge set of boobs. I'd be lying if I said that those weren't the reason I swiped right on her. I'm not even that exited about large breasts, I love small titties and big tits, but those were the largest I've ever seen and the thought of a chance of burying my face in those, made me excited. Think of Aleksa Mink kind of boobs. That's the kind of rack we're talking about here. Anyway, the date was fine, but we didn't vibe as much as I hoped we would, so we kindly thanked ourselves and wished each oth
My best friend and I are roommates. She’s around the same age as me, petite and sexually active. She has brought a lot of guys home and at times I’ve heard her moans across the hallway. From what I gathered, she moans in slow repetitions as if she takes long, deep strokes but slowly. I’ve also heard her getting spanked a lot. I always had a crush on her but she dated a close friend of mine. And after hearing her moans and sparks multiple times, it made me want her more. For the last couple of months, she was seeing this guy and she really likes him but she once mentioned that the sex was quite average. Two weeks ago, she went out on a date with this guy and came back early from dinner. I was watching a movie in the living room and she came out of her room. It had been a couple of hours since she got back and quietly sat down next to me. I had a feeling that something was off so I asked her. She said that she wanted to have sex but her boyfriend just went off to sleep. I just nodded
I was fully naked, lying on my back, looking at him. He wasn't reading. His book was closed on his chest and he was looking right at me. Fuck. I didn't look away. I couldn't. I let him look. I let his eyes travel down my body. I saw them linger on my tits, on my nipples, the way they rocked slightly on my large breasts with the movement of the train. His gaze moved lower, down over my stomach, to the smooth skin between my legs. I had my legs pressed together, but I knew he could still see the shape of my pussy, because so could I, and together we looked at my body. He swallowed. His hand, which had been resting on his book, tightened into a fist. He wasn't looking away. He was just looking. And I was just letting him. God. How embarrassing. What a slut. I wanted to cover my face with my hands, but I couldn’t do it. It felt too exciting. Too illicit. Too naughty and addictive and… I took a slow breath, trying to steady myself, my body still on display for him. Well, I thought.
Currently in Miami for a long weekend to relax and chill. Over the last few nights, the couple in the room next door to me have been fucking loud and often. Morning. Afternoon. Night. Each of the rooms have connecting outdoor patios with some sheer linen curtains separating the patios. Some comfy lounge chairs and a table. My late night ritual is usually is to sit out late at night before bed and enjoy a nice cigar. Only wearing some loose shorts. Feet up on a small table. It was almost 1am and they come strolling in and say hi as they walk into their room. We make some small talk. Said I looked real comfortable and that the cigar smelled good. I thank them and ensured it didn’t bother them and they said not at all. Do my thing. Shortly after that they’re going at it again, except this time they opened their door knowing full well I had a perfect view inside. She peeks out to make sure I’m still there and smiles. Then she goes a few steps in and here in her knees and proceeds to
I’ve been exercising a lot lately. Maybe a little too much. Like every other gym person out there, I went too hard, too fast. That’s why there’s such thing as progressive overload. I learned my lesson and decided that I’d do smaller weights and sets, and gradually work my way up. All this exercise made my body sore. Everything hurt. Recovery was taking longer than anticipated. I decided I’d go to a massage therapist and see if that’d work. “Take off your clothes, put the towel around your waist, and lay down, stomach first.” I nodded and headed into the changing area. I took everything off, folded it, placed it on a nearby chair, then put the towel around my waist. The massage therapist said I could either put headphones in and relax, or we could do some more intense deep tissue work. I wanted the deep tissue work. I wanted to feel relief. I wanted it to borderline hurt, but in a good way. I saw the massage table in the middle of the room. There was a counter close to the mas