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
I can't help but share this story, guys. You definitely can't tell your friends something like this, but inside I'm still boiling, overflowing with emotion. I'm sitting here right now smiling like an idiot because it was seriously awesome. Okay, I'll start from the beginning, as always. First, let me give you an idea of who we are. My name is Maxim, I'm 24 years old, 180 cm tall, and weigh about 70 kg. I have blond hair, blue eyes, an angular face, work as a manager, and exercise in my free time. I have an average build—basically, an average guy, nothing special, but confident. My wife's name is Lena, she's 23, 5'6", and weighs about 125 pounds. She has dyed blonde hair, green eyes, and a very sweet face with small cheeks. Her figure is a classic pear shape, but not over the top: hips slightly wider than shoulders, long, beautiful legs, a plump, firm butt, a thin waist, and a small, barely noticeable tummy. Her breasts are natural, a full A-
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
Her confident gait, long, slender legs in black stilettos, and stunning C-cup breasts, swaying beneath her thin white blouse, instantly captured the attention of every man in the Domodedovo Airport waiting room. And most importantly, this goddess was walking straight toward me. I felt envious glances piercing my back: Nikolai, the project's chief engineer, and suddenly such a beauty was flying with him on a business trip to Kaliningrad. When I was told I was flying to Kaliningrad to secure approvals for a new residential complex with Anastasia, our company's marketing director, I nearly jumped. She was 29 years old, unmarried, but every guy in the office had been drooling over her for a year, dreaming of seeing her naked just once. They said she was a former model, but she was a brainwasher better than any analyst. For me, it was like winning the lottery: two weeks in Kaliningrad with her alone. Anastasia came up, smiled dazzlingly and extended her hand: — Hi, Kolya. Ready f
I met her in the park completely by chance. It was July, hot, and I was sitting on a bench in the shade, drinking kvass and staring blankly around. She walked past, and I didn't even remember her face at first—I rarely remember faces when I see something that blows my mind. She was wearing white high-heeled sandals. The straps were thin, wrapped around her ankle, the soles were red, and her toes—neat, with a scarlet pedicure—were just visible from beneath the straps. And her gait. That gait when a woman knows she's being watched. Her feet were planted firmly, her heels touching the pavement first, then rolling smoothly, her calves tensing, her tendons taut. I watched her go. Then I saw her sit down on the bench next to me, take out her phone, and scroll through something. She crossed her legs, one on top of the other, her shoe dangling from her toes. I watched and felt my mouth go dry. I should have been drinking valerian root, not kvass. My name is Vika, twenty-six, a haird
The next time we went to the beach, I knew I wanted to push it further. For some reason, the idea of teasing him had become kind of an obsession of mine; something I had thought about regularly since our last trip, especially late at night with my hands between my legs. Not that I would ever admit that to him. Or even to myself, really. Josh was my best friend, and I'd never do *anything* to jeopardise that. Except, of course, my pussy had other ideas. We didn’t talk about what had happened last time, but I felt like maybe something had changed between us. Not on the surface, but like…underneath. Something unspoken, I guess. I could feel it in the way we didn’t message each other for the next few days, and the way his voice was a little more hesitant to answer when I called him, like he was trying not to remember the feel of my nipples under his thumbs. “Hey, want to go to the beach again? I had fun last time…” “Oh…uh…yeah, sure!” The next day we drove to the beach just
I hadn't planned anything at all that evening. Seriously. I just came to my mom's for the weekend, to get away from the dorm and eat some proper home-cooked food. I'm nineteen, a second-year student at the University of Technology. When I walked into the kitchen, Mom was busy at the stove, and Natalya was standing next to her. Her best friend. We'd known each other my entire adult life. She'd been coming to visit us for as long as I could remember. Tall, brunette, always perfectly coiffed, smelling of expensive perfume. Mom constantly says how great Natalya is, how well-preserved she is, even though she's supposedly forty-four. And that's when I looked at her differently for the first time. Not as "Aunt Natasha," but as... a woman. She was wearing a simple housedress, light, just below the knee, sleeveless. It hugged her hips in a way that made something click in my head. "Son, wash your hands and sit down. Natalya is staying with us tonight,
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
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 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
My girlfriend (F24 at the time) and I (M24 ATT) were crashing at her parents' place for a week while contractors tore up our apartment. Her folks are super nice, but they're always around . Cooking, chatting, watching TV, so privacy was basically zero. We hadn't fucked in days, and the tension was killing us. Every brush against each other in the hallway, every stolen kiss when no one was looking, just made it worse. We were both walking around half-hard/half-wet, whispering dirty shit under our breath like "I need your cock tonight" or "I'm gonna suck you dry the second we get a chance." After dinner one evening, we were all just hanging out at the kitchen table, bullshitting about nothing. Her parents announced they were heading to the basement to watch some show, their footsteps echoed down the stairs, then faded out. No sound came back up. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the TV downstairs. My girlfriend looked at me with that devilish grin she gets when she's feelin
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
Last year my wife decided she wanted several of us to go to the mountains and stay in a cabin for a few days. She planned everything and the final head count was the two of us, our teenage children, my mother in law and my wife’s best friend. My father in law did not care for traveling much so he opted to stay in town and dog sit. We made the three and a half hour trip with no problems. We did take two vehicles so that we had plenty of room for seating and luggage. We arrive at the cabin and get everything unpacked so that we can go to dinner. At dinner all the adults with the exception of my wife had a couple of drinks and were feeling good and relaxed. After returning to the cabin everyone seemed to head off to their beds for the night so I slipped my swim shorts on and headed downstairs to their beds the hot tub with another drink. I got tin the hot tub and after a couple of minutes the door opens and my mother in law comes out wrapped in a towel. She told me she heard the jet
Anya woke up in the morning; her husband was already at work. She lay in her white bed, wearing a black nightgown with thin straps, naked, her nipples protruding. Anya picked up her laptop, opened it, and went to the website of the café where she'd been married the day before yesterday. She opened a photo of herself kneeling in a white wedding dress, a white veil covering her head, surrounded by Caucasian men. She stared at the photo and recalled how this group of ten men had fucked her mouth, how she'd taken turns taking black cocks and sucking their heads. The girl's left hand moved down to her smoothly shaved pussy, and she placed her palm on her already wet pussy and began to caress her labia, brushing her clitoris with her index finger. With her right hand, she exposed her right breast, which lay over her black nightgown, and with two fingers began to squeeze her pink nipple, occasionally making circles with her fingers over her pink areola. The girl remembered how
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