Me and my brother were on the party, but it was big enough party that we didn't really see each other during the night. Well I got drunk and got pulled into bedroom to make out which turned into sex. After first one finished on me I was too drunk to go back and just laid in bed listening to music. Well the first guy probably bragged because soon there was more people coming in that room with sexy intentions. I don't remember how many I sucked and fucked. But during it guy I was sucking off came and I turned to see who's next and then I saw who was behind me dicking me down. My brother and me gazed into each other for brief moment and he was like deer in headlights. We stared at each other for long bit frozen not saying anything while his dick was still in me. Our moment got interrupted when someone else joined in with his dick out pulling me over to suck it. I felt him continue fuck me until he came and left. We stopped talking right then

So, picture this—my husband and I are out at this bar with one of his old college teammates, this guy who’s still in amazing shape and has that kind of look that just draws people in. The lights were low, the music was perfect, and the drinks had us all feeling good. We’re catching up, sharing laughs, and I could feel my husband watching me whenever his friend leaned in close. It was like he was just waiting to see what would happen, totally into the playful energy between his friend and me.

After a while, his friend and I were flirting, and my husband was loving every second of it, giving me these encouraging looks. At one point, his friend leaned in and kissed me, and I didn’t hold back. I kissed him back, slowly and teasingly, with my husband watching right across from us. The whole thing felt electric, knowing my husband was enjoying it too.

Then we hit the dance floor, and that’s when things really started heating up. His friend pulled me close, his hands sliding over my hips, then lower to grab my ass as we danced. I could feel my husband’s eyes on us the whole time, just soaking it all in. His friend’s hands got bolder, running up my side, even grazing my titty as we danced. I was totally caught up in the moment.

At one point, I felt his friend’s hand slide up the inside of my leg, moving higher and higher until he reached my pussy. I was so turned on, I was already soaking wet. He gave this slow, teasing rub, just enough for him to feel how wet I was, and then he pulled his hand away. But he didn’t stop there—he brought his fingers up, showing just how wet I was. It was so sexy, this little display just for my husband to see.

A minute later, my husband came over and wrapped his arms around me from behind, so now I was sandwiched between the two of them. His friend still had a hand on my ass, while my husband’s hand was on my titty, both of them holding me close. I could feel my husband’s hard-on pressing against me, and it was just making me want more. Knowing he was totally into it, that he was loving watching me be desired like that—it was incredible.

By the time we finally left the dance floor, my husband leaned in, his hands slipping down to my ass, and whispered about how much he’d loved watching me like that. It was such a turn-on for him to see me let go, and we both couldn’t wait to get home. It was one of those wild, unforgettable nights that just brought us closer, made us feel so alive. It was fucking perfect.

I knew I shouldn’t be hanging out with John. Between the sudden return of my sex drive after months of dormancy, the stress/anxiety of Election Day/night, and my generally being on the rebound after a slightly fucked-up breakup, I knew it was a perfect storm to accidentally make an impulsive decision that could cause unintended consequences.

John is a friend and neighbor--super nice guy, on the quieter side, from the midwest. Though that's not necessarily the “type,” I usually go for (for better or for worse), he's also very cute, smart, and has a good sense of humor, but before said recent breakup I only ever saw him platonically. We're friends through mutual friends and used to only ever hang out in a group, but after a couple of semi-accidental one-on-one hangs (we both are into the arts & had extra tickets to attend shows, neither of us had ever expressed interest in anything outside of platonic friendship but they felt an awful lot like dates even if neither of us made a move) I was hearing horny warning bells go off in my head every time we saw each other. I have an unfortunate history of hooking up with platonic friends only to eventually ruin the friendship dynamic, so I have been extra wary, convincing myself the attraction was one-sided and lived in my head and that everything would be fine as long as I didn't mindlessly act on my sexual urges like I had a tendency to do. 

This past Tuesday, I even had an afternoon therapy session I spent largely just talking about how I desperately needed to get laid. I was worried I was starting to see things where they didn't exist, & also worried I'd try and proposition an ex…or a friend…just to try and get the urges out of my system. I have a tendency of turning to those things as a way to deal with stress, and most things in the world were tense, to say the least. But I assured my excellent therapist I wouldn't do anything dumb or drink to excess to deal or try to sleep with my friend or anything like that.

That evening, I was supposed to go to a small election night party at John's, only to get an aggressive migraine right before I was supposed to arrive. I wound up texting an apology & stayed home trying various remedies to get rid of the migraine--ice packs, tylenol, tea, weed, pressure points, even soaking my feet in hot water. Because of this, I also had the pleasure of having no goddamn clue what was happening in the news & had little desire to try and find out.

Throughout the night, John and I had texted a little, his updating me on what was happening at the party I was missing, and my updating him on neighborhood ruckus drawing helicopters to the area. By 10:30, my headache was mostly gone & I was ready to check the news.

The news, dear reader, was....well, let's just say "bad." (At least to anyone that gives a fuck about democracy, bodily autonomy, LGBTQ+ rights, et cetera.) Intellectually, I knew I should feel distraught, or angry, or...something. Instead, I oscillated between feeling delirious, numb/in shock, & somehow, calmly not surprised at all.

Around 11, John said something about his guests having left the gathering, but not being drunk enough to feel numbness over disbelief or something. I mentioned I was following my therapist's recommendation against alcohol tonight and opting to just get high instead, which he agreed was probably a good idea & said he was done with drinking. 

Pausing for a moment, and knowing full well how risky a text I was about to send, I typed out: “Well, if you need any weed, I've got plenty.”

10 minutes later the man was at my door. Of course. On greeting him, I said, "welcome to doomsday," with a thumbs-up and big fake grimace and led him to the living room. (I think I was actively trying to be unsexy at first because I had convinced myself he was just out of weed & that I shouldn't read anything into anything else…until I discovered how awful he was at smoking weed, that is.)

I offered several forms to imbibe--oil pen, pipe, joint, and the bong I'd already finished most of a bowl in. "Oh, I don't know...whatever you're doing is fine. I also brought a joint, but I don't actually like smoking them much, it's really harsh," he said.

I eyed the fancy pre-roll he'd put on the table. I guess he wasn't just here because he didn't have any weed. But until told explicitly otherwise, I wasn't going to read anything into anything. I was determined to not be the person to fuck this up. I opted to pack another bowl in the bong, and was focused on setting it up when, out of the corner of my view, I thought I saw him shifting slightly closer to me on the couch.

The warning bells started going off in my head again, and I tried to focus on the task in front of me instead of the rising heat in between my thighs. He seemed somewhat dazed, and we opted not to talk about politics, me instead choosing to babble on endlessly about the episode of Gilmore Girls I had running in the background on low volume. He'd seen the show before in pieces, he said, but that didn't keep me from explaining every character & fun facts & anything else I could come up with. He didn't seem annoyed by this, which was a green flag to me.

Then we smoked (well, he took about 3 hits & coughed miserably on the last one, so it was mostly me at this point), spending another hour or so on the couch like this, stretches of silence between us absorbing the action on screen, his maybe trying to nudge closer to me, me playing dumb both hoping & dreading his making a move. It was almost painful.

At one point, a couple of characters on screen have a moment, and one of us makes a joke about sexual tension, but no one laughs. The joke doesn't feel like a joke. The tension isn't onscreen, it's now fully, obviously sitting in my smoked-out living room, and it feels like my clit has a damn heartbeat. I know at that moment that I'm going to have a lot of 'splainin to do in my next therapy session.

FINALLY, the man says something. I can tell it took him a while to drum up the courage. "Hey, the last few times we've hung out--did those feel like dates to you?"

I don't hesitate to answer. "Yes. Hadn't been the intention at all, but yes, they kind of did."

“And is that…something you’d be interested in doing more of? On purpose? Because…I would.”

I freeze. Not sure why, in retrospect, but somehow that wasn’t what I was expecting at all. What had I gotten myself into?

My words come out hesitant at first: “I…enjoyed going on those accidental dates, but I am also so not in a place to be full-on dating someone right now. I’m working on it, but just really not ready, and I also have a—” (Long pause, slight grimace.) “—bit of an unfortunate history of hooking up with friends, and then accidentally blowing said friendship to smithereens.” 

I pause again & glance over to gauge John’s reaction. He didn’t look especially bothered, but is listening intently. “I get that.” No follow-up. Well, okay.

“So I guess what I’m saying is that if something were to happen between us, that would be pretty stupid...but that said….” I say, taking a deep breath. Next thing I know, the words, “It IS doomsday…and holy fuck would I kill for a distraction right about now," are falling out of my mouth.

I looked up & finally made eye contact with him after what felt like ages of avoiding it. Something about the look in his eye caught me off-guard and made me inhale sharply, which was apparently all he needed. He reached out to grab my waist and pulled me in for a much-needed kiss, right before (or was it after?) I whispered, to both of us & to no one, the word, “stupid”. 

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I was relieved to find he was a good kisser: not too much tongue, a LITTLE neck and ear nibbling without being excessive, et cetera. I was enjoying myself, already starting to get lost in it despite my misgivings.

At some point my sweater came off & was abandoned on the living room floor, and suddenly I was lying on my couch in front of a wall of windows with a guy I hadn’t so much as kissed 5 minutes prior. Part of me wanted to acknowledge that out loud, but I finally decided to give in & let my brain get fuzzy with the soft white noise that can accompany good making out for a little bit.

He started playing with my nipples, first lightly dragging fingers over them through the thin ribbed material of my tank top, eventually pulling it down to expose them to the slightly-chilled air (the window was still open for the weed smoke, oops). I vaguely noticed I was much more reactive than usual, my back arching completely involuntarily with the sensations, even though my nipples are rarely that sensitive. Weed can absolutely do this for me, but the entire situation had felt full of tension for weeks now. I was so goddamned ready to go.

I pressed my hips up into him as much as I could, craving more pressure there than grinding could provide me. I'm not sure if he fully knew that or if he just wasn’t able to wait anymore himself, but a sound I can best describe as a growl emanated from his throat as he drew my nipple into his mouth and dragged a fingertip along the edge of the waistband of my yoga pants. I couldn't take it anymore, and stopped him to haul us both up and pull him into the bedroom.

We undressed ourselves and/or each other--it was kind of a blur how we got there, to be honest--then he lightly pushed me backwards onto my bed and flashed a smile I can only describe as “slightly evil”. 

[Small sidenote: I need to acknowledge that I have gotten VERY LUCKY when it comes to oral sex. I’ve had possibly more than my fair share of incredibly enthusiastic partners when it comes to that particular task, so when I say I’m not sure I’ve ever had someone go down on me with the level of vigor this man proceeded with, please know that means it must have felt fucking crazy.]

He started out softly enough, tracing up my already sensitive, slick lips to my swollen clit. My body jerked a little bit when he made contact with it, and he clearly took note, quickly reaching up to grab my hips and hold me in place, which always drives me crazy. The teasing touch quickly turned into sloppy slurping and a deep groaning into my clit as he tongued and sucked it, sending extra mini-tremors through my entire body. I giggled a little--no one’s ever done that to me before--but I can’t say I didn’t like it. The giggles were quickly replaced by my moans, and I ran my fingers through his thick, curly hair and clenched them at the base of his scalp to hold him as close to me as possible. 

It didn’t take long for me to have my first orgasm of the night, shaking and flushed with thighs clenching around his head, until I'd finally had enough and pulled him off and collapsed sideways in his arms. He rearranged our bodies a bit to spoon me and kiss the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. My head swam, and I barely registered his arms snaking around me, one firmly wrapped around my chest, hand gripping my shoulder, and the other hand sliding down my hip and soft stomach to my extra-sensitive clit. He was gentle, but insistent, and gently dipped his fingers inside of me, lubing them up before using a single digit to start dragging patterns around then across my clit, clearly DELIGHTING in my groans.  

All the teasing and the weed and the recent orgasm already had me at (what I thought was) my most sensitive and reactive—it didn’t take much of that to build up to another crashing one, my entire body clenching up and twitching and involuntarily trying to wrestle away from his skillful hands. Not because it didn't feel good, it was just...overstimulating as hell. He kept his grasp on me firm, though, and kept going until I was fully spent, brain completely empty once again.

We laid there breathing heavily for what felt like a few minutes (though by then, I'm pretty sure our collective sense of time was completely fucked). 

After recovering, I was hit with a minor wave of guilt at the two times I’d come with no attempts to reciprocate. I flipped over & started kissing my way down to his still mostly-hard cock, he stopped me. “If you really really WANT to do that, I won’t stand in your way, but I’m still way more interested in distracting YOU than the other way around.” I hesitated but decided to take him at his word, and slid back up to kiss him.

God, that was hot. I was already more than ready.

He tried to finger me so I sent him off to go wash his hands (sensitive girlies rise up lol) and while he was gone, I rifled through my toy box for some condoms I knew I’d had there from a while back, making a mental note to pick up more. He saw me with them in my hands when he returned & put one on, lightly pushed me back onto the bed, and as I grinned & started to (jokingly) repeat the word, “stupi-” he cut me off with a kiss and started to press his cock into me.

I winced slightly at the sensation--despite how much I'd already come & how catastrophically soaked I was, he was just a little thicker than I was used to, and the feeling was very intense after a couple months without a good fuck. Once I took a second to adjust to the feeling, I quickly found myself rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts, pushing the pace and wrapping my arms and legs around him, dragging my nails down his back.

At one point, he hit JUST the right angle & found myself caught off-guard by my third orgasm of the evening, shuddering as he kissed me to stifle each other’s moans and grunts at the late hour. After he came too shortly after, we cuddled for a bit and I excused myself to pee/toss the condom, and returned to John lying on his side, smirking a little bit at me. 

"What?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious.

"Oh, I'm just enjoying the view."

I smiled and struck a goofy pose before hopping back on the bed next to him, where we cuddled & discussed absolutely nothing of importance for a few minutes. We were both still a little high, and just enjoying the sensation of human touch. At some point I said something flippant about doomsday again, & he said I was, “still thinking too much”.

I was tempted to reply with a bratty, “And what are you going to do about that?” but before I could open my mouth, he started running a hand along the long curves of my body, sending shivers down my spine. “Mmm, that feels good. Fun fact, I especially love back rubs and scratches, sometimes more than actual sex," I groaned.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, flipping me over & starting just gently running his palms and nails across my back. I spazzed out in so much pleasure, it should have been at least a little embarrassing--but he seemed to be quite enjoying it.

Soon enough, I was face down and ass up, and John saw his opportunity—after dragging his nails down my back one last time (earning a guttural groan from me), he knelt beside the bed and started lapping at my pussy from behind with vigor, slipping his tongue in and out of me, and up and down my lips to my clit, and even gently around my asshole--a mostly-new sensation for me. 

I groaned & gave all the verbal encouragement I could muster, though at this point I was starting to go a little non-verbal. Soon enough, his fingers joined his tongue & he had me almost folded in half, blubbering incoherently, overwhelmed with pleasure as my limbs seized up & I came yet again. (Fourth time!)

At this point, it felt there was truly nothing left in my brain, with perhaps the exception of his cock. As tired as I was, the thought of having it inside me again was almost hypnotizing now that it was almost back up to full mast. “I think...I really need you to fuck me again,” I said, nodding to it. He smiled & didn’t skip a beat, getting up for another condom & returning to me propping myself up for him on hands and knees in doggy.

This time there was no warm-up, no warning—he slammed into me so hard I yelped in surprise & pleasure. After just a few strokes, my arms started to give out, and I found myself in what I can best describe as "puppy pose" (like in yoga!), on my knees with my ass lifted high & my back arched, arms out in front of me & head smushed into my duvet cover sideways, unable to focus on anything besides the pounding between my thighs. Feeling every. Little. Thought. Getting. Fucked. Out. Of. My. Brain. 

I slipped one hand between my legs to play with my clit, causing me to quickly sink down further, until he was basically right on top of me and fucking me prone. The weight of him on top of me and the angle triggered my fifth and final orgasm of the evening. It was slow, shuddering, clutching, and mercifully triggered his release too before he rolled off of me.

We spent some time cuddling & talking about what I must assume was nothing of importance...our brains were empty, and we were wiped. What better time for that than doomsday?

He floated the idea of staying overnight, but I wasn't quite ready for that--I wasn't sure if I'd wake up ready for round two or ready to throw up in existential crisis, and was too wiped to consider it too deeply either way. (I did not tell him this, I just said I had to be up early.)

We made out before he left, exchanging no words at all about next plans or anything else. Just too tired.

At this point it was almost 3 AM and I was exhausted, but I still wasn't ready to go to sleep. I've been doing lots of journaling lately, and decided to open up a new entry to get down some of the evening's pertinent details so I could come back to them later & maybe write this story down. And look at that, I actually did it! After years & years of lurking!

Anyway, we’ll see how well this friendship survives. I really like him as a person & could see myself dating him seriously, but I'm really just starting to enjoy being single/hot/invulnerable (and have some dates lined up that I still want to go on!). Don't want to lead him on, but man oh man, I sure wouldn't mind an encore...something tells me I'm about to need 4+ years of distractions like that now.

So many cocks go unused these days. We are told once you meet the right person you will fall in love and live happily ever after. While it may be true that you're happy and in love, it can also be true that you're in a dead bedroom or sexless relationship.

Why do we accept a lack of sex once we settle down? Cock after cock left unused and neglected. Usually only given attention for reproduction. Whatever happened to just sucking husband for fun? Handjobs on the couch, fucking in the shower?

I should know, I have thousands of messages from married men or boyfriends needing some affection or attention. Just as they deserve. There is more to life then working and bills.

I drive ubers and occasionally arrange a cock drop off at a local car park where guys can come and drop there pants and I give them a blow job in my car in secret. The other day after an hour I had sucked 4 guys and jerked off 2 more. One guy just wanted to lay on my lap as I ran my fingers through his hair telling him he was OK.

And one just wanted to suckle on my tits as I stroked his cock. We should normalise men needing affection and needing to cum.

Met up with a girl near Alexandria VA outside of DC. We went on one date prior closer to me and hit it off, making out my car. I booked a hotel near the bars we were going to with her friends. Though I was nervous all her friends were super nice. I got hella drunk but still was spitting mad game. After we are both ready we leave and got back to the Hilton. Instantly we are making out and going at it. I unbuckle my pants and start fingering her. She is soaked, perfect.

Normally I wouldn’t but her pussy felt so tight as I sucked on each titty. I could tell she was very much enjoying it saying things like “mmm baby that feels so good”. Finally I stick my dick in her and she gasps. “Ohhh baby you feel so big”. This girl is a 5’3 Latina with a huge ass. I’m 6’1 and an above average 6.5-7 in dick.

We are going at it and because I am blackout drunk it is very difficult to nut but I am rock hard. We finally go to doggy style where I’m standing off the bed and she is on all fours ass up. Truly a beautiful sight. Finally she says the magic words - “you gonna cum in this pussy? Huh?” I reply “mmmm do you deserve it? Make it happen” suddenly she really starts going fast, moaning with each up and down motion on my cock. I feel her start to get all tight. Even blackout I remember how good it felt. I grab her sides and start intensely pounding her finally I say “babygirl I’m gonna explode in here” “DO IT DO IT, Cum in me baby please” Finally I let out a big moan and could tell I shot 3-4 good ropes inside her.

We ended up going at it a few more times that night and once in the morning. Needless to say the hotel room was well worth it. Dick was a little sore afterwards but in total she said I went 4 times in essentially a 8-9 hour period. Her pussy was super tight and she was so cute. Unfortunately we don’t talk anymore but I won’t forget a fun ass night pumping her cute little pussy full of nut 🥜

I want to apologize in advance for any formatting or just terrible story telling, I'm not a writer. I mentioned this event quickly to a friend of mine, and they said I should write a more detailed account here. I hope you all enjoy!

So this event happened close to 8 years ago, so I might be a tad fuzzy, but here we go!

"I just got a message from a girl I went to high school with?" My husband told me as he handed me his phone.

"Really? What did she say?" I replied, looking at the messages. The last one she had sent him was literally 4 years prior when he was in high school, and the new one read "Hey! I'm up at the lake just outside of town camping! Do you and Ruby wanna come up for a hot dog roast??"

I looked at my husband and asked "Why does she want us up there for a hot dog roast?"

"I have no idea" He replied "Do you wanna go? I remember her parties were always fun in high school"

"I guess?" I replied "We don't have anything going on, and I love a good fire"

So we get dressed, It's summer, and I'm wearing some jean short shorts (And I mean short), and a very low cut loose tank top with those slits cut into it like we used to do in 2011. We hit up the liquor store and grab some coolers for me, and some beer for my husband.

The drive isn't long, the lake is up a mountain just out of town, we get there in about 45 minutes. We find the campsite and the fire is already going and there's only 3 people there, My husbands high school friend, her boyfriend, and another girl. Both girls are in short shorts and bikini tops dancing by the fire.

We pull in and get out of the car, and my husband's high school friend squeals and comes running up to him and nearly jumps him with a hug. He's taken aback, and awkwardly looks at me while he gives her a polite hug.

"I'm so excited you're here!" She squealed "It's been so long!"

"Yeah, it has" replied my husband

So we all sit down around the campfire, my husband catches up with his friend, we cook hotdogs, we drink we have fun. I learn a lot about his friend, she's very.... adventurous. Eventually she gets up and prances over to her camper and turns on some music through the outdoor speakers. She then walks up to me and grabs my hand and pulls me out of my chair towards the fire. Her hips start to sway as she wraps her arms around my neck. I don't know what to do, I was in shock so my hands slowly find her hips as I start swaying my hips to the beat.

Soon we're both dancing to the music, alcohol coursing through my body, my inhibitions are LOW, she gets closer, and looks at me before leaning in for a kiss. I feel her soft lips press against mine before I open them and her tongue darts in. Before I know it, we're making out while grinding to the music.

I don't know how long we were doing that for, but I do know that when I came back down to reality and looked over at my husband and her boyfriend, they were both just sitting in their chairs, leaned over staring with the biggest grins on their faces.

I giggled "Whatttt??? What are you boys staring at?"

"Nothing!" They both replied, grinning to each other before laughing.

I sit back down with my husband, and the night continues, there's more conversation more drinking, and before long, its getting cold, and the fire isn't doing much to keep us girls warm, so we all head into the trailer......

I think I'll leave the story here for now, let me know if you want to know the rest!

It began with sniffing her used panties just out of curiosity, but I liked it, I liked how her pussy smelt. So I jerked off with her pantie. Then one day I saw her vibrator in the shower but just ignored it. But I got curious and started looking in her bedroom for more sextoys and I got lucky. I found a whole bag with vibrators, anal plugs and a big veiny dildo. At first I sniffed all of her toys and even licked some of them. Then one day I was that horny that I grabbed a condom and put it on her dildo and stuck it in my ass, it felt soo nice. I did this multiple times and even on time with her long vibrator to feel the vibration up my ass. Often I see her walking naked after showering walking from the bath to her bedroom, I love her hairy pussy. In addition I always loved to share pictures of my friends with others and then one day even shared some of my mom. Since then I love doing it and sincerely want to watch her getting fucked in front of me.

21f I'm being constantly teased by my mother's friends she walks around in a tank top with tiny jean shorts on trying to make me break I swear, She's recently divorced and she's not holding back she's so confident and gorgeous, im only newly out of the closet and she drives me wild she always seems to take her sweet time walking past my room, honestly I've masturbated every night this week to the thought of her, now she's over and my doors unlocked and im spread eagle I want her to come in so bad im going to sleep naked .×

We were at a New Years Eve wedding. Matt and I had gotten into a HUGE fight a few days earlier, we were still dating at the time, living together in NYC and I had been hoping / expecting a proposal over the holidays that hadn’t come.  I was pissed. On top of that, he didn’t want to go to this wedding. It was my friend from home and he was missing out on a party with his own friends.  We rented a car and drove up to Newport RI, we were barely on speaking terms for the 4 hour car ride that morning. As we got dressed at the hotel I was preparing myself for that awkward reality of pretending everything is great, I knew everyone there was going to ask about Matt and it didn't help that he looked really fucking handsome in his tux. 

I was wearing a deep blue asymmetrical dress, baring one shoulder and showcasing my collarbones, back and plenty of cleavage from my DD chest.  A small side slit came up my left leg and showed off 5 inch gold heels that looped and strapped up above my ankle.  It was too tight to wear anything underneath.  Hair and makeup to the 9s.  I remember looking in the mirror before heading down to the lobby and thinking, if this doesn’t work out with Matt I’ll snag another guy ASAP.

After the wedding we made our way into the reception and the dance floor was bumping. I was scooped up in a group of girls, dancing together, drinking champagne and still ignoring Matt, then out of the corner of my eye I saw my high school friend Ryan.  We never dated or even hooked up in high school but I always knew he had a crush on me.  I made my way over and we started chatting, he was there solo, part of a group of people who had stayed close after high school and never left our home town.  I leaned into the flirtation until he asked me to dance. We danced and he complimented me a few times, telling me how great I looked and how it was nice to see me.  As we danced I turned around to face away from him moving my hips and ass just right...he got the hint and grabbed my hip with one hand to pull me close, a little too close to be honest, but at the moment I didn't really care.  I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass and he wasn't really trying very hard to be subtle.  The song ended and as the dance floor broke up we went back to our tables.  Matt was already there smirking his cocky smile, pretending to talk to one of my friends, but really watching me grind my ass into Ryan.  As my friend blabbed in his ear, I watched him watch me, our eyes locked and I could see he was watching me like a cheetah watches a gazelle. Was I toying with him or was it the other way around?   

"How's the band?" he asked. 

"Rocking" I said back, taking a sip of my drink and sitting down. After apps and a few boring speeches the band kicked back up. Everyone got up and headed back to the dance floor, I could see Ryan making his way toward our table when Matt grabbed my arm.  I looked over my shoulder at him and he gave a silent nod toward the doors to the outdoor patio.  He dropped my arm, picked up his champagne and walked away.  I don't know why, but I followed him, when I got outside I realized we were alone, the rest of the party dancing inside.  Matt had my arm in his hand a moment later, pulling me into him so hard I nearly fell over. We kissed and I could taste the champagne on his tongue, before I could say anything he pulled my tits out of my dress, the cold Rhode Island air hitting my nipples made me shiver and got them hard as rocks as he leaned down and started sucking.  Lightly biting, licking, rolling with his tongue, his right hand squeezed my other boob while his left was around my throat.  He played with me there on the patio for what felt like 10 minutes, just sucking, licking and squeezing my tits but never letting go of my throat.  I was his prey and I was caught.  He forced me back to the dark edge of the patio before spinning me around and pressing his body up against my back and ass. Still holding my neck with his hand while he licked and kissed my ear, my boobs still exposed and bouncing for anyone to see.

"Do you want to feel a real cock against your ass you little slut" he said into my ear. 

I was shivering, both from the cold and the intense heat that was building in my pussy.  Just a few yards away 200 of my friends and family were dancing, while my boyfriend pulled my tits out, choked me and called me a slut.  My pussy was leaking.  He pulled me back harder and I could feel his rock hard cock against lower back, all the way from the middle of my ass up my spine.  Between Ryan, Matt, the champagne, the risk of being caught I was on fire.  It didn't help that we hadn't had sex for a few days and now I was even hornier. I reached back and grabbed his free hand, pulling it under my dress and up to my pussy. 

"What do you think baby" I said back to him. 

He rubbed up and down my slit, my juices flowing over his fingers and down my legs, while he bit my ear, kissed my neck and tightened his grip around my throat.  I reached back and felt his cock throb through his tux pants.

"I need it, now" I said to him. 

Spinning myself around I broke free from his grasp. I shoved him backwards giving me enough space to pull my dress back up over my chest and started walking back into the ballroom. Ignoring everyone around me, I half walked, half ran to the end of the ballroom and down a side hallway. Matt chasing me every step, was never far behind.  At the end of the hallway was a separate set of restrooms and a family changing room.  I opened the door and before it was more than a few inches open Matt was pushing me in and pulling the door closed behind us.  I heard him lock the door and then step back to the other side of the room.  I was surprised he wasn't on top of me, pulling my dress off.  But when I looked I saw that cocky smile as he stared at me like I was his dinner.  His meat.  He didn't have to make a move on me because he knew I would... and I was on him in a heartbeat.  Our mouths locked my hands pulling him close and unbuttoning his pants.  Angry sex , break up / make up passion, semi public places kink... all of it washed over us like a tidal wave.  In an instant my dress was on the floor and Matt had turned me around and bent me over the sink to fuck me doggy style.  He didn't bother taking off his tux, just pulled out his perfect 7 inch hard cock and slammed it into me like the piece of meat I was.  I was so wet I could have taken just about anything, but nothing felt like his cock hitting the deepest parts of my pussy while he pulled my hair back and told me what a little slut I looked like on the dance floor.  He completely ravaged me.  Pulled my hair, slapped my ass and reached around to squeeze my tits and neck all the while, pounding me like a savage animal.  My heels made it all prefect, we were the perfect height and angle, and in the mirror I could see him looking me up and down. I came hard right against the sink, Matt reaching around to cover my mouth as I screamed.  I could feel my pussy gushing around his cock as I came again.  He pulled me back from the sink a few feet and pushed me further down, so I was almost parallel with the floor.  He knew I loved this angle because as he fucked me from behind his balls would swing forward and hit my clit.  It drove me wild and didn't take long for me to cum again.  I knew he was close too so I reached back between my legs and grabbed his balls. I squeezed them hard as he leaned back and gave me the deepest thrust possible, emptying a few days worth of cum deep into my soaking wet cunt. We stood there leaning on the sink, both panting like animals, his cock still twitching inside me and squirting cum. 

Eventually we composed ourselves, cleaned up and I got my dress back on.  The only problem was I didn't have any panties.  As we walked back into the ballroom the reception was in full swing so no one noticed as we slipped onto the dance floor.  We started dancing and right away I knew I was in trouble.  Matts load was so big and I was still so fucking turned on that I could feel our juices running down the side of my leg.  Matt went to the bar while I stayed next to a few girlfriends, feeling the warm sticky juice running down my leg even faster as I danced. 

All of a sudden Ryan was behind me, "Hey"  he said as he put his hand back on my hip and started to dance with me.  I was still in a post orgasm haze and couldn't really respond other than giving him a quick nod.  We danced for a minute before I felt him slip behind me.  He caught his balance and didn't say anything, but I knew what had happened. I looked down and there was a pool of cum and juice at our feet.  I giggled and ran off to find Matt at the bar.....

This kid was on my school bus in middle school and was a bully. Fast forward about 12 years and me and my friend were out bar hopping and then went to a local diner late night. There was a much older (55-60) lady sitting alone in the booth next to us and I was facing her while my friend had his back to her. She was giving fuck me eyes. I invited her to join us.

We began chatting and asking where we were from and I said I am local and went to X high school. She said her son went there and said her son's name. I said I knew him kind of but it was the kid who was the bully in middle school. All three of us head back to my apartment and had a beer or two. My friend finally left and me and this old lady start to get flirty and head to my bed room.

We got naked but didn't want the shame of sleeping with her so I just position my cock in front of her face while she sat on the side of my bed. She sucked me off so good I came quickly and it was a massive load as I was in my sexual prime. She even commented how much it was. I was absolutely drained. I walked her to her car and never saw her again.

Part 1 on my page!

So I saw the picture of him, a woman and two kids around my age and the first thing that stood out to me was that he looked the same as he does now - that picture wasn’t from that long ago. I got curious.

When I walked into the bathroom, I giggled, he must have thought I was dumb. It was immediately apparent that a woman lived there by how the bathroom was. There were tampons next to the toilet. I did my thing in the bathroom and went back out, stopping by the picture one more time. His kids must have been maybe a bit older actually, maybe in their mid 20s. His daughter was smoking hot, actually kinda looked like me - I wondered if it was on purpose that he approached me. Then I kinda thought it was hot, thinking about that being a fantasy of his. His son was hot too actually, broad shoulders and tan skin, curly hair and tattoos all over his arms which were all I could see unfortunately.

I slowly went back to him and started thinking of ways to play this out. What do I do? They clearly weren’t there. I wanted some dick and I really didn’t care if he was married that was his problem. Then again I felt kind of bad? I decided to have to bit of fun with it.

I got back and he was on the couch with two more drinks ready for us. He was still fully naked, his dick was still hard. When I got there I decided to join him and took off my clothes and straddled him. He gasped as his dick touched me, but I wasn’t going to put it in.

I smirked at him and he smiled back, I could tell he was nervous. “You have a beautiful family” I said. He immediately widened his eyes and I was met with an “umm yeah, unfortunately my wife and I just divorced. It’s been so hard on my kids.”

I didn’t ask about his kids. I know when a man is lying. His hands that were around me and grabbing my back were noticeably sweaty. I was in control now. I looked at him, giggled and said “I’m sorry - that must be really hard on you. It must have been recently, you still have pictures up..” with a smirk.

He told me that it was, I was actually impressed how easy he lied to me. It turned me on a bit. I told him I knew what would make him feel better, and I got on my knees and started sucking his dick again. I know I know, I had done it a lot already but I just love sucking dick!!

My mouth was all watery and I got up and straddled him again. We made out, I love thinking about having a guy taste himself. Next thing I know I was slipping him in inside me. I gasped and held on to him, he moaned and smiled. I could immediately tell I was the best pussy he ever had. I started riding him, harder and harder. I held his head back with my hand on his mouth and sucked on his neck, he was moaning so hard. It had only been a few minutes and I could tell he was slowing down, probably to make himself not cum yet. Little does he know id love to make him cum fast :)

I started riding slowly to please his needs and o looked at him with my eyes glowing. He smiled and said he loved his and I said I know. I put my hands over his face again and shoved my fingers down his mouth, he loved being dominated even though he was so much bigger than me. I decided it was time to be sneaky and lie to him.

He started morning harder and harder and I looked him in the eyes and told him “funny thing is I know your daughter from school!” He exploded inside me and started saying “Oh shit oh shit” - I wrapped my arms around him and felt him pumping inside me. It was so much cum.

Okay I’m tired I’ll tell you what I did with his cum and what happens next if you want a part 3!

Characters depicted are of legal age and consenting in their activities. This is purely fictional and meant to convey acts between consenting adults.

You're sitting on the couch, minding your own business, watching TV. I walk in through the front door. You smile and turn to say hi to me, but I don't say anything -- you see something in my eyes, something animalistic. I don't way a word to you, I just walk over to you, grab you by your arm and stand you up, then spin you around and push you back onto the couch on your knees.

I yank down your pants and panties -- tearing your panties a bit with how aggressive I am. I spit on my hand and start rubbing your pussy, getting you ready. Then I pull down my pants, spit on my hand again, and rub it on my cock. I pull you open and guide my cock right to your entrance, rubbing it up and down your slit, before pushing it in. I don't get it all the way in at first, but I ease it back out, then push in again. You're wet, but not quite wet enough to take me, so it pulls and tugs at your skin as I force it deeper into you. I'm sure I'm hurting you, but I don't care at this point.

I spit on my hand one more time, rub my cock with it, and then push it all the way inside of you. Once I've got you warmed up enough to take my full cock, my left hand grabs your hip and my right hand grabs your hair. I start fucking you hard. Hard enough that you feel like your brain is rattling around in your skull. You can't think of anything other than my cock buried inside of you over and over again.

I still haven't said a single word to you, but my pace speeds up and I fuck you more and more aggressively -- until finally you hear my breathing start to speed up, and you hear these primal grunts coming from me as I try to push my cock deeper and deeper into you with each thrust. My right hand lets go of your hair and grabs your other hip as my fingers dig deep into your skin and I push myself all the way into your pussy. You hear me grunting and you feel my cock get rock hard inside of you and start to twitch as I start cumming inside of you. I thrust 2 or 3 more times as I finish, and then my grip starts to relax as I slowly start to slide out of you.

I pull your panties and pants back up, turn you around, and give you a gentle kiss.

"Hi princess, how was your day?"

At a sudden, the doorbell is ringing out loud, breaking the silence within the room where im sitting in. I stand up in curiosity, asking myself who it might be. As i walk to the front door, i see a figure standing behind the textured glass. When i open the door, i see him standing there, holding his gaze upon me and his lips slightly curving in a contented smile as he sees me.

Without a word, he steps inside, resting his hand on my shoulder and gently guiding me backwards to make room for himself as he closes the door behind. While he moves closer to me, holding my shoulders with both hands, our lips touch. He kisses me with desire and presses his body against mine, holding me tight and moving me against the wall. I feel his longing as his hands holding my shoulders firmly. In a swift and almost aggressively, he turns me around and kisses along my neck while keeping me pressed against the wall.

My body tenses and i feel my heart pounding on my chest, having him overwhelm me by his actions. I feel the urgency of his need, pressing against my end as he slides one hand from my shoulder to my back, pulling up my shirt. His lips move from my neck and begin to trail down my spine, while his other hand moves to the waistband of my pants and fumble with it. I feel thrilled as he is taking a moment to undo them and dragging them down, revealing the lace of my panties and the soft skin of my thighs. The sensation is electric as he moves his fingers beneath the fabric, exploring my slick wetness that has gathered down there.

My heart is racing as he drop to his knees, the heat of his mouth against my skin and the soft touch of his tongue exploring every bit of me. I can feel the tension building within me, the need of release growing stronger every second. I cant hold my moans as he sets my skin on fire with his touches. And as he stands, he groans as he slowly presses his swollen head against me. The world falls away from me as he pushes inside and having my body clenching around his. Hands are everywhere on me, caressing, teasing me. The air gets filled by our moans as he goes faster and deeper every time. His intense sensations drive his moves and cries out as he fills me up until his last drop.

As he withdraws, to turn me around facing him, i feel his heat lingering through my body. His fingers brush against my cheek and pull me closer, having him sharing a long passionate kiss. While he is fastening his pants, he takes one last glance and walks out the door, leaving me with my heart still racing from the intensity of our encounter and my body humming with the remnants of our shared desire.

I was doing well in my classes except for one. I was ditching and getting distracted when I was in class. I begged to professor if their anything I could to pass. After a lot of convincing she told me to sit. So I did. She started undoing her top and exposing her skirt. No panties. I was told pull out my cock and so I did. She told me “there no fucking. But there will be cumming. This is your test.” The longer I lasted the better the grade. Didn’t get an A but I got enough to pass. We both came together. She suddenly starts stroking me and tells me “don’t fucking move and listen.” As she strokes me painfully. “I’m still failing you. You’re mine until I say you can pass. Tell who ever you want about this. No one will believe you” People were right porn is not like irl. In porn they pass you.

Over a decade ago, back when I was younger at 28 (I am a 42yo MILF now), I fucked this hot German tow truck driver after my car broke down. I was driving to work in the morning on the freeway, hit something, and ended up with two flat tires. At the time I was rightfully pissed about being late for work and the huge headache this caused. After making the necessary calls a tow truck was on scene within 30 minutes.

As he stepped out of the truck my headache immediately evaporated. Here was this sexy man in working man clothes, a beard and muscular (not crazy, just the right amount). I would have guessed him to be 35-40 years old. He greeted me and I noticed his thick German accent right away. This was one of the few times in my life where sexual tension was apparent almost from the start....I could feel myself getting wet right away.

After he got my car settled he offered to drive me to work, I think him being nice was a big factor here. As we road together the sexual tension grew and the conversation quickly become sexual. I was married at the time and hadn't fucked anyone else in years, but I wasn't even thinking of my marriage as I must have been ovulated as I wanted nothing else but to fuck right then and there.

Once he put his hand on my thigh, I was in this short skirt at the time, it was on. Soon his fingers were touching my wet panties and stroking my clit perfectly. I nearly came right there but instead I unbuckled myself and leaned over, pulling his cock out and getting his semi hard member into my mouth. He was quickly hard and moaning as I sucked him deeply.

I told him I needed him to fuck me and he quickly found a mostly empty parking lot. It was just after 8am...but we didn't care about the sun being up. I took my panties off while he took off his pants. Like a good man he started by devouring my pussy, I came multiple times before I was begging him to fuck me. He said he didn't have any condoms and at the time I wasn't in the habit of keeping condoms in my purse, but I was dangerously horny, so I told him we didn't need a condom. His eyes lit up with even more desire. We both knew it was wrong but rationality was long gone.

I climbed onto him, his cock quickly getting buried balls deep, and started riding him hard in the passenger seat of his truck. I think this is when we kissed for the first time and our mouths just devoured each other. Hot passionate kisses, lip biting and tongue sucking, just absolutely primal. His cock was perfect as I fucked him hard, up and down, from base to tip taking every inch of him. His hands perfectly met my energy too, caressing my bare ass as my skirt was up around my waist, his fingers lightly rubbing my puckered ass. Soon he had my shirt up and my tits out, sucking on my rock hard nipples. I came over and over, my wetness dripping down onto him.

He pulled me off and I quickly sucked on his cock, tasting my own juices, which one how made this hotter. But he quickly bent me over on the seat, my hands grabbing the passenger door, and he entered me from behind. His cocked was a great size, just enough of a stretch and not too long that he couldn't pound me hard, so pound me hard he did. I didn't think about it at the time but I bet the truck was rocking...ha ha. He grabbed my hips and fucked me. I was moaning out and telling him to fuck me harder.

Soon he was grunting more and more, I knew he was close. I didn't want him to pull out so I asked him to cum in me. He grabbed my hips tight and thrust in extra hard, moaning out that he was cumming. It was wrong but it also felt so right....and he came a lot too, it was leaking around his cock and down onto his balls.

We just sat there, catching our breath, cum dripping onto the seats. I had so many emotions running through me but the strongest one was the sexual energy and slutty desires this all unlocked We got dressed, kissed a bit, and then got back on the road. He dropped me at work and I went to my desk in a haze of post orgasm bliss. As I kinda worked my panties struggled to contain his cum, which was so hot, but I was reminded of him all day.

He gave me his number and over the next few weeks we fucked from time to time. The sex was good but it didn't have the energy of that first time. It did however start me down the path of being a cum slut and a repeat cheater....but I did have a lot of fun.

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My wife, Mrs. QP and I were watching TV down stairs and Mrs. QP got a call from Mrs. Pineapple. They are educator friends and talk nonstop about education all the time.  When Mrs. QP talks to Mrs. Pineapple the can go on and on about work stuff but they dont usually talk on the phone late at night. At first I thought there was something wrong. Once I found out nothing was wrong I was like im just gonna head to bed. To my surprise Mrs. QP decides to come up to bed with Mrs. pineapple still on the phone.

They are going on and on and I can tell Mrs. QP just wants to get off the phone. I am ready to go to bed after a long day. I can tell Mrs. QP wants to get off the phone but wont because Mrs.pineapple wants to talk and Mrs. QP is a people pleaser. So Mrs. QP starts getting ready for bed. She akwardly tries to take off her shirt and shes struggling. She finally gets it off but drops the phone a couple of times in the process. Once she gets her shirt off I noticed she was not wearing a bra. She is now topless but with her back to me, I am gently rubbing on her back hoping she will end the call. Mrs. QP turns and reaches back to get some lotion for her hands and I get flashed by her cute small B cup breasts. Thats when I get a brilliant idea.

She starts putting on some lotion on her hands. While her hands are preoccupied with the lotion. I start kissing all along her back. I start working my way around to her hips and start kiss her hips. Shes enjoying the kissing but I can see she wants to get ready for bed and wants to get her yoga pants off. The whole time the conversation continues as they talk about grading, lesson plans, and the curriculum.  So me being a thoughtful and helping husband 😈 go and try and help her pull off her yoga pants. 

So, I start to pull her yoga pants off but they were clingingn to her body. So I accidentally got her panties tangled in her yoga pants and started to pull both down. She playfully slaps my hand and shakes her head at me. Giving me a what are you doing look. I pull her panties back up and pull her yoga pants down. she is now topless and sitting there in just her panties.  I am getting more and more turned on by the minute.  Mrs. Pineapple is a cute 30+ year old educator shes short but has a cute rack and a cute butt. As I say I am getting turned on a little so I lay back down beside Mrs. QP.  I am in a tank top and basket ball shorts. I try not to interupt them and let them talk some more while I plan my strategy. Mrs. Pineapple doesnt seem to notice anything and they continue to talk about education.  At this point its like 20 min. of conversation, Mrs. QP is still topless and only on her panties.   One thing I have learned from my time being married to Mrs. QP is that Mrs. QP gets pretty horny when I kiss and suck on her hips.   So while they are talking I lay next to Mrs. QP while she talking to Mrs. Pineapple and I start rubbing her hips then kissing them. Mrs. QPs hips start to meet the the light pressure of my gentle touch. I then start to run my hands slowly and gently up and down her body. making sure to just glance by the sensitive areas.  Then start kissing my way up her body, she stops my head before I get to her closer to breasts.

So I start back over meanwhile they continued to talk.  One of the other places that makes Mrs. QP turned on is when I kiss her kneck.  I continue to caress her body and Im like ok if shes gonna cover her breasts. Two can play this game. I kiss my way back up her body and when she blocks her breasts this time. I move up higher and I kiss her neck. she pushes her neck back into my lips and lets out a little moan. It wasnt loud and it didnt sound like Mrs. Pineapple heard anything on the phone because she was still talking. So I keep going. I go back and forth a few times kissing my way up and down Mrs. QP body. Mrs. QP is getting really aroused and turned on while on the phone. She pauses for a kiss so we make out trying to be as quite as possible. Our tongues dart back and forth and we passionatly kiss. There are a few pauses for Mrs. QP to go ahuh and yeah. While we continue to make out.  Mrs. pineapple still doesnt seem to be aware but I'm thinking shes got to be hearing us. So with no sign of being caught I get bolder. While kissing her neck, I slide my hand down to her panties.

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I pause for a second because I'm shocked Mrs. QP hasnt stop me.  I gently start rubbing and teasing her clit through her panties. While I continue kissing her neck and making out with her periodically.  Im surprised, I havent hit a stop light yet.  Usually when I tried to fool around in the past while Mrs. QP is on the phone. She shuts it down pretty hard and tells me Im being rude.  Not getting an admonishment or any additional red lights. I get bolder and slide my hand under her panty line. She is soaked and it doesnt take long before shes bucking her hips to meet the touch of my hand. I decide to slide a finger down to her entrance and I start fingering her.  I pause every once in awhile to move back to her clit, all the entire time kissing her neck and shoulders. During this whole time shes continued talking to Mrs. pineapple. Every once in awhile Mrs. QP talks a bit more offering an insite or suggestions. By this time Mrs. QP is dripping wet so I bring my fingers  with her pussy juices back up her body and she took them in to her mouth.  I have done this a few times with her and gets her super aroused and wet from it.  So, I move back down to her hips and pull her panties off. Shes now laying on the bed talking to Mrs. Pineapple completely nude.  Im rock hard by now and I grab her legs and pull her to the end of the bed. I slip my shorts and boxers off.  I slowly started rubbing my dick along her pussy, she was slick and my cock glided with ease between her pussy lips. I keep working my dick through her pussy lips and up to her clit and back down to her pussy.

I gently start to push into her pussy. The whole time shes talking to Mrs. Pineapple at no time does she say hey I need to get off the phone or try to end the call. We usually add the lovense domi to our sex routine. She thinks it helps me get off but it actually helps her get out of her head and be able to reach orgasm. I think about trying to grab it from the nightstand but dont want to risk her wanting to stop.  I also think there is no way shes gonna let me get a vibrator out while while shes on the phone with someone. Im gonna have to step up my game and get creative and really focus on strokes and teasing her with rythm, depth, and speed. So I start slow, shallow, and then then go balls deep and hard. Shes tossing her head back trying not to moan or pant. Shes mouthing "Oh My God."  I grab her legs  lift them back towards her chest.  I keep mixing up strokes and I get an idea. She orgasm best from clitorial stimulation. I should use my hand to play with her clit. I reach down with one hand and start circling her clit with my thumb. I also try moving at different angles still mixing up strokes.  Shallow then hard, shallow shallow then deep. The whole time she and Mrs. pineapple are talking with Mrs. QP pausing and panting or pulling the phone away to whisper oh fuck and going back to talking. Im sure at this point shes had at least one orgasm. So, I keep going playing with her clit and fucking her, all of a sudden, she pauses and pulls away from my dick. Im think damn this was fun but the gig is up and this was hot.  I now have an amazing story I can tell......... but thats not where the story ends.

She pulls away from my dick, tells Mrs. QP to hang on a second and then rolls over reaches up to the top of the bed grabs the Lovense Domi out of the night stand. She slides back to the end of the bed she picks up the phone in one hand and tells Mrs. Pineapple shes back.    While on the phone with Mrs. pineapple, turns the vibrator on and it buzzes to life. She smiles and winces a little and holds it away from the phone it was louder than she thought. I take it from her and She and Mrs . pineapple continue to talk, im thinking man Mrs. pineapple has got to have figured out whats going on.  Our bedroom, has a window air conditioner that i run year round and a fan going. I try and rationalize that the other noise is drowning out the fact that we are having sex while my wifes friend is on the phone. So I took the domi, I slide back inside of her balls deeep and put the domi on her clit. Im pretty sure she orgasmed again.  Her eyes rolled  back and her body trembled but I kept going. I start going harder deeper trying to make her moan or pant or wimper but Mrs. QP barely makes a sound. I try not to go so hard that Mrs. pineapple can hear us from the bed squeeking or a thumping or clapping sounds but I try and keep a steady hard grind. As I have gotten older, sometimes I have a hard time getting off. I keep at it and im like I started this and if I dont cum, Mrs QP is gonna be disappointed shes loves getting filled with my loads. Shes developed quite the breeding kink.  Also this is one of my top fantasies.  Fucking significant other while they are talking on the phone and getting a blow job. There is a couple of videos that are my go to. One of my favorite videos is of Lauren Phillips giving a bj while shes on the phone and then fucked. I start fucking Mrs. QP harder thinking about how she and Mrs. Pineapple are on the phone and Mrs Pineapple has to know whats going on. That pushes me over the edge and I blow my load. I keep going for as long as I can and im pretty sure Mrs. QP has another orgasm.  Its been at least 40 min since they started talking. Shes still on the phone talking to Mrs.  Pineapple, so grab a towel help clean my load thats leaking out of her pussy. She lays at the end of the bed naked with  my cum leaking out talking to Mrs Pineapple.  Still at no point did she try and end the call or the conversation. Thats where I will leave it for now but thats not the end.  Let me know if you want to know what happens next.

I opened the passenger door to our "litter-mobile," as she calls it. I tried to unbuckle her seat belt. She held my hand with both of hers when it reached the buckle and asked if I was "missing something."

I kissed her right in the center of her forehead and then on her lips. She made me repeat the same sequence 3 or 4 more times until it was "official. If she feels the forehead kiss is not right in the center, it's "unofficial." Her cheeks gradually got more red after each one.

She had two long braids reaching under her shoulders, and a white sundress with little red flowers all over. I loved the way her breasts and hips filled the dress.

She held me by the arm and we started calling each other by our "fake names" we used initially. We walked into the pizza place downtown where we first met and sat at the same table where our first conversation took place.

We downed a few pizzas and water. We're "not allowed" any alcohol. "It'll wait until after our family is complete."

We started facing each other which showcased her beautiful smile and relentless foot wandering under the table. She "bit" the hair on my leg with her toes as my toes weren't an option. I was wearing shoes.

My underwear was a mess of precum early on so i manually moved her next to me. I slid over to her side of the booth, put an arm behind her back and the other under her thighs to "scoop" her.

This wasn't effective as her thigh immediately went over mine. She would use her wrists to stabilize my face to kiss me and go back to eating like nothing happened, especially when she felt the tomato sauce on the sides of her lips.

Napkins weren't allowed either and we were responsible for "cleaning" each other. Her lips were soft and she looked gorgeous with her post pregnancy glow.

She gradually placed more of her hips on me until she was completely on my lap since the "seat's too soft." "This one's more bouncy too," as she bounced on me and I tried to keep her still. I moved the pizza like an airplane approaching her mouth for a few bites. She loved being "fed."

The hotel was a few blocks away. We were walking hand in hand when she slightly pushed me to edge of the sidewalk so others can pass by.

She tippy toed and put her arms around my neck to kiss me repeatedly wherever she desired. There wasn't a place on my face her lips didn't touch.

She wasn't wearing any makeup. She wanted "daddy's thoughts" regarding how I "prefer" her during our first date in a few months.

I heard the familiar sound of her snapping behind my ears and "pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease" when I didn't immediately pick her up. She couldn't help laughing when mentioning her feet were hurting.

She was wearing one of her most "comfy" shoes, those really chunky ones. She made me promise I'll give her a foot rub.

It's almost like she could read my mind with the way she addressed my objections with her whispers. She was wearing "granny panties" and carrying in her small purse.

I couldn't say no to her. I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her up and towards me. Her legs were wrapped around and I held her to the side, with an arm around her thighs and the other to support her back.

She whispered naughty things in my ear when her lips weren't on my face on the walk to the hotel. I checked in still in her embrace. She was the one who reached in my pocket for the wallet and handed over the ID and card.

She pointed to the water bottles in the lobby when saying "we're going to need those." We went up the stairs and into our room. It was the same room where we continued our first date.

She started crying when she saw the room number and made an "executive decision" that I had to "clean" her so we can take a picture. I tried kissing the tears off her face so she can be "presentable," which was an understatement.

She moved her head at the last moment a few times to steal kisses off from me as my arms were still occupied carrying her. We almost hit each other a few times due to her antics.

She's changed since becoming a mom and now wants pictures whenever possible. I noticed she took a short video instead.

We went inside to the bathroom. I put her down on the counter and her purse on the floor. I gave her "boogies" so I occluded one nostril with one finger and had the toilet paper on the other while she blowed and vice-versa.

She placed her hands on the counter leaving her hips in front which exposed her toned triceps. I pulled her panties down to her ankles, put my hands under her thighs and placed her directly on the toilet as we had to urinate.

The eye contact, hand holding, and her little laugh right when her stream starts never gets tiring to me.

I handed over the toilet paper for her to wipe, she got up, and I pulled her panties back up. She was right next to me as I was urinating and had her hands covering her eyes to give me "privacy." The few times I looked at her there was a gap between her fingers and she was peeking.

I helped her wash her hands while she grinded on me. There was another sink she could've used right next to us. She put her arms up after and snapped for I could take her to the bed.

One of my arms was behind her knees and the other behind her upper back. I cradled her and moved her back and forth to get her to calm down. She was overwhelmed and there wasn't any rush.

She extended her knees so her legs and shoes went up in the air, indicating I was to untie them. I placed her chunky shoes and socks aside. She tried to help me remove mine but I just removed them myself to make things easier for us.

She sat on my lap and I evaded her attempts to kiss me. I only kissed her on the forehead near her hairline to not take advantage of her.

I handed over part of the "donation" I provided to her on our first date. It was a small teddy bear with a zipper on the back where the real "donation" was. We thought it was lost during the move to our new home, but i found it and was waiting for a special moment to give it to her.

She tried to imitate my voice with the way she said "thank you," sounding nothing like me and more teary-eyed than before. It was amusing given the state she was in.

She playfully asked me "is this allowed" as she grinded her hips against me and her hands explored my arms, chest, back, and face. She squeezed my cheeks and said "my teddy bear."

I was rock hard under her and felt myself throbbing with her little hip thrusts but was waiting for the tear flow to come to a full stop.

Her arms were around my neck when she quickly unbuttoned the first button on my shirt. "New rule: one button equals one kiss." I agreed and it was added to the list of countless rules she's made for us.

It was more than a peck. Her tongue explored my mouth right after our lips meeting. My hands instinctively went to her hips. "Give yourself to me." I love her voice.

I didn't want to miss any part of her, from her soft lips to her tomato like red cheeks I had to squeeze and slightly tug before kissing, nose she wanted a rhinoplasty done on but I told her wasn't going to happen, orbital, neck, collar bones, and the upper part of her chest the dress didn't cover.

My hands moved down from her hips to under her ass to sit her down next to me. I didn't even notice my shirt was completely unbuttoned. I was lost in her. Her new rule worked.

I reached under her dress and felt the outline of her labia and engorged clit. I loved how soaked her panties were and slowly pulled them off. I put her back on my lap.

Her ass was right on my bulge and she left a wet spot on my shorts. She laughed when she felt the twitching and contracted her muscles and wiggled around to get me back. "I've been working really hard on these for daddy."

The tears had stopped but I still had to ask her "can we continue," although I already knew her answer. She grabbed my hands and placed them on the straps of her dress. She whispered "there's your answer" while rubbing our noses together and looking into the brown in her eyes.

I moved the straps aside and the dress fell to her hips. I anticipated the usual "there's your mosquito bites." I started saying it right when she was and that bothered her, making her lightly slap my arm in between our smiles, kisses, and laughs.

I'm not sure what got into me. I lifted her up into the air a little for her breasts to be at eye level. Her hands were on my shoulders. I kissed her shoulders and lightly sucked her nipples. They were perfect and not mosquito bites.

I had to lift her up a little more to blow a raspberry into her outie belly button, which had tiny brown hairs on its perimeter. " Daddy gave me that pouch." She's been more insecure than usual with her body post pregnancy.

There is no pouch to speak and I reminded her of that while worshipping her navel and c-section scar. I placed her legs on my shoulders and groped her ass to stabilize.

Her hands ran through my hair as I dined on her. Her clit was begging for attention and a perfect shade of pink. I started lightly sucking her clit and making out with her labia.

I love how hairy she is. Her bush was well maintained looked like it was guarding and protecting my meal. I started building up the pace in which I sucked her clit and put my tongue in her a few times.

My mouth and chin was full of her fluids. She lightly moaned as she moved her hips and ass as needed on my face to get off. She curled her toes into my abdomen.

Her toe nails digging into the skin of my abdomen almost got me over the edge with the friction against my underwear. I tried to tell her to hang on as I was going to remove my pants and underwear with her still on my shoulders.

I don't think she heard me as she moved her hips onto my face to muffle my voice and started spasming. I held on to her and sucked on her throughout, waiting for the resolution to remove my pants and underwear.

It was an unbelievable relief to be free down there and could feel myself throbbing and the precum leaking. I moved her down from my shoulders and she put her hands on mine to help.

I was going to place her on the bed to continue dining on her but she had other plans, kind of hugging me as her arms wrapped around my neck and her shins layed on my thighs. I was rock hard and could feel my head parting her lips right after we made contact.

Her tongue left my mouth to tell me "that's not allowed." She always needs to be the one to insert in "kissing distance." She pulled my foreskin back and forth as my precum coated her hand.

She finally inserted me into her, after what felt like eternity. She felt so welcoming, wet, and warm. I tried to lean back to get deeper into her but she didn't let me.

She loved varying the way she kissed me, from only using her lips, having her tongue wander my mouth, and "fake kissing," like actors do where most of her lips were on my chin or below my nose.

She felt tight despite how wet she was, more than before pregnancy, but we weren't in a rush and lube wasn't allowed anyway.

I eventually got balls deep into her and moved her hips into me and she swayed up and down. I was on the edge of the bed and squatted her up so we can be more comfortable.

Her legs and arms wrapped around me as she's instinctively used to. I had her standing up and used her like a fucktoy. The position was around a standing cowgirl.

I loved her breaths on me on our respite from having her in in my mouth. I felt the load building up in my balls and somehow she knew as well, telling me "don't come in me yet."

I stayed inside her as I stroked her with my knees on the bed before gently placing her on the bed. I made sure to get a pillow to elevate her hips before I started digging in her. That's her "pillow rule."

My body responded well to her demands and I didn't feel the need to come in the slightest. I kissed her flushed neck, cheeks, and lips as I drove all of my length into her.

Her legs wrapped around me and her nails dug on my back as I got balls deep in her and back repeatedly.

I opened her mouth and spit a blob right on her tongue. It was a small blob and we laughed as it was clear she was going to win the "blob contest" again.

I kept stroking her and thought I hurt her at one point due to how loud she was and how her nails scratched my back. I stopped to check in on her but she demanded I keep going as she was going to come. "Dilate me" were her words.

My heart skipped a few beats at that moment as I was worried, but she was right as she came on me a minute after. I kept stroking and lightly rubbing her clit, trying to keep her still through it. Her legs vibrated as her ankles were tied together on my back, trying to keep me as deep inside her as I could.

"Keep kissing." I was kissing her so I think she meant contact with the "pocket" under her "bump," as as she calls her cervix. I followed her demands and made sure to slow my strokes so I spent more time gently making contact with the end of her pocket.

Her hands were on my neck now keeping me closer to her. I was much more gentle with her now than before but felt I couldn't contain myself regardless.

I moved her hands from my neck and held them above her head. All of the sensations were overwhelming, her pushing and wrapping of me into her using her ankles and hips, her tongue in my mouth, feeling her strings as I made my way in and out, making my way balls deep under her bump, her squeeze of her hand onto mine only where her engagement and wedding ring are, and above all her gorgeous face where her eyes locked onto mine intermitently.

I gave myself to her. I felt myself spasming and releasing in her endlesslessly. It eventually came to a stop but I had no desire to pull out of her. Our tongues remained tied together and was hard again immediately after a brief semi.

She couldn't make up her mind whether or not to speak or to kiss me, trying to do both simultaneously which was hot to see. We had to "let it soak" in her.

I loved the dirty talk I was able to discern from her gibberish and her wet kisses. I kissed her forehead as she made me promise I'll help her "keep it in."

Our breaths were synchronized and I could feel her walls stretching around me as I started stroking her again. She shook her hips on me in all directions to make sure we didn't miss anything.

I'm not allowed to ask when I could pull out. I pulled out of her when it felt right, which is what we've previously agreed on. The pillow and surrounding bedding was soaked with mostly her fluids.

I was still over her and fingered the cum that seeped out back into her before she noticed. I didn't want her to get heated over "wasting" any of it.

I put the three fingers that were in her to her mouth to "taste test." She monitors my health by tasting and vividly describing it every night making sure it doesn't change, supposedly.

My shaft was over her bush as I kissed the acne scars on her cheeks. She told me "I'm close" as she tried moving it back in her. I didn't let her. "He's rested on his pillow enough already!" I kept it there to tease her and held her hands to keep it that way.

I told her I'd fill her up again if we make a rule where she can't wear any makeup to our dates anymore. She agreed without hesitation.

I moved my shaft from it's pillow and tried to place her legs over my shoulders. We moved the pillow aside to dry as it was soaked. I wanted to worship her feet while she desperately wanted something else, moving her feet down my chest and towards my waist to bring me closer to her.

She has gorgeous petite feet, matching the rest of her and her toenails were freshly painted red, her favorite color. The edges of her nails graced my chest as I finally pinned her hips down towards the bed to keep her legs up.

I alternated between sucking every single one of her toes and having as many of them in my mouth as possible. I made sure to not miss the webbed spaces between her toes separating her toes with my fingers.

I loved looking at her smile as I switched to kissing her soles which tickled her, dorsum of her foot, and went up to her ankles.

I placed her legs to one side and hugged her from behind, wrapping my arms around her to keep her close. We were now in a spooning position and she was the small spoon.

I kissed her behind her ears and her upper back. She turned her head back to kiss me as we held hands, "knotted" as she likes to say. One pair was tied near her breasts and the other on her belly.

She didn't manually guide me in this time, not resisting as I parted her lips again. She bounced and fucked me back as I made my way balls deep into her, much easier this time.

I stroked her like how she tells me she loved, spending time in her pocket, pulling out of there and back again. I moved one of my hands to rub her clit but she slapped it away, telling me she wants to "come held," moving it back to her abdomen.

I nibbled behind her ear and she wrapped one of her arms behind my neck to spend more time kissing me. The position turned into a kind of reverse cowgirl as her weight was on me but I was still spooning her as I thrusted her.

She came on me again and it was more intense than the last. I felt fluids leaking from her onto my thighs as she spasmed on me uncontrollably. I made sure to stay in her and hold her through it.

It calmed down eventually with the spasms becoming sporadic. She moaned through our kisses and eye contact while I kept stroking her and lightly rubbing her clit with my thumb.

When it was over she told me I can come in her however I'd like. She's told me before she prefers positions only where we face each other or can kiss each other with ease. Her thoughts on this change often.

I stayed inside her and placed her prone on the bed. I held her hands as I thrusted her from behind. I knew I wasn't going to last long. She threw her ass back at me and told me " we won't be able to do this one when you get me pregnant."

The dirty talk and begging for me to put a baby in her made me explode. I loved how she'd turn her neck around to kiss me through it. She wiggled her ass back side to side as I kept releasing in her which felt indescribable.

She told me to "reverse pancake" her, meaning roll around so she'd be over me. I did and stayed in her for a little while more but ended up pulling out due to all the movement. We were both sweaty and sticky. The short hairs near her hairline stuck to her forehead with the sweat.

Her back was against the bed but her hips were over me, elevating her hips. I had a good view of the "tattoo of us" on on one side of her ribs under her breast. It's our literal pet names we use in an embrace, with the "fake names" used initially over them.

I love looking at the picture and tracing my fingers over her ribs, and still can't believe she did that. We caught her breaths while we kept her legs up. I was the pillow this time.

She asked "did I take something from you here," meaning if she took my virginity in this room. I told her the truth. She asked twice the day we met if she was but I didn't answer as I wasn't comfortable. It was obvious as I was nervous, shaking throughout it, and she guided it all.

I reached over to the nightstand for the water. It was a stretch as we had to keep her legs up for those seconds more. I told her to sit up a few minutes later.

I held the bottle down on the bed and she opened it with her toes. We took turns "feeding" each other. I would put the bottle to her mouth and she'd do it back acrobatically, wrapping her toes below the cap and using her other foot to pour the water in my mouth.

We got through the bottles we had that way. It took some time due to the mechanics of it but it was well worth it and funny to us.

Things were awkward for a moment as we were a few feet away from each other after the "feeding" for the first time in a while. She scooted across the bed inch by inch discretly like I wouldn't notice.

"Do these look familiar?" She posed as she did in the pictures in the ad that made me contact her. One was her arm covering her breasts and another where she used her hand to cover her face, her hand replacing the phone used for the picture.

I waited patiently for her to finish her antics. She finally got close enough where I could grab her hips and pull her closer. She gave me "obnoxious" kisses initially, kissing and pulling out of it with a loud "muah."

I got a better hold of her so that wouldn't be possible. Her knees were on the bed and she was next to me. She liked asking questions she already knew the answer to between kisses, like if we can try again, if she was sleeping with part of me in her after, and what we'd do if she got pregnant like we weren't tied to each other indefinitely already being in love and married with kids.

She stroked me with her callused hands while I fingered her. She wanted "it" checked or removed, referring to the strings of her IUD so I did while my fingers were in her. She caressed my balls with one of her hands and stroked with the other.

All of a sudden she jumped up to the floor and almost slipped on her own socks that were laying around the bed. Thankfully my hands were on her hips the whole time and she didn't fall.

She let out a long fart, not very loud, and wanted to "social distance," trying to get my hands away from her. I honestly didn't care at all and brought her back to the bed.

She desperately wanted a minute apart and told me to "please respect" her rules, despite the fact she could've gotten hurt. She was standing in front of me and I was on the edge of the bed. She was obviously stalling and waiting for the smell to go away if there was any. I didn't notice.

I moved her next to one of my knees, picked her legs up with one arm and held her chest with the other and she was now over my knees. She wasn't resisting physically, even perking up her ass for me but adamant in keeping her rule intact.

Her ass was perfect. There was cum drying out that previously ran down her thighs and I could see how soaked her lips were. She egged me on saying "we're not getting rid of any rules," shaking her ass around my lap.

I spanked her as hard as I could. I loved the jiggle and reverberations running across her body a few seconds after the contact. It only took a few to turn her ass from pale to red. Her overconfidence turned into tears as I wasn't going to stop until she agreed.

She eventually put her arms against the bed to jump up and sit on my lap. She said we can remove it if I desired sobbing her eyes out. I put my hands under her ass and brought us to the center of the bed.

My back was against the bed and she was over me. Her hips were unreachable, purposely for I wouldn't bury myself in her. She kissed me "sloppily" not caring for the saliva she was placing on my face. That's how I kissed her during our first time according to her.

She guided our kisses as she did around three years ago with her hands on my neck, mentioning "follow my lead," and "just like that." She pressed her ring on my face and neck and anticipated me asking her if she felt ok to continue.

I felt her dripping on my abdomen She felt it too as she joked if I was ready for her to lay eggs on me. My hands were on her hips but I desperately wanted to touch myself although I wasn't allowed. I felt myself throbbing and lightly stroked the air for some relief.

Her kisses moved down from my lips to my chest. She dug her hands on my chest hair while kissing the "boundaries." She loves tracing those on my chest and abdomen with her tongue, but undoubtedly got hair in her mouth like I did with her.

She "anchored" our toes together on both feet, tying two of hers around one of mine as she worshipped me.

She blew a raspberry on my belly button to get me back which startled me as I forgot I did that to her. She thankfully worked her way down to my shaft which was rock hard and patiently waiting for her.

She tried placing my balls fully in her mouth but wasn't able to, so she licked and sucked them one by one while stroking me slowly with her hand, pulling the foreskin back and forth. Her blow jobs are more like make out sessions kissing every part of it. I loved how her braids made contact with my shaft as she repositioned herself.

She loved playing with my "sweater," or foreskin, and placed her tongue beneath the it and my shaft, "cleaning it as she calls it." It's a surreal sensation having her tongue in that space and feeling it on my head and foreskin.

What a sight it was to watch her muscular hips and thighs approach my face before she sat. Her ass felt so firm, strong, rocksolid but still jiggly and bubbly at the same time.

Her feet were on my chest as she used my face to get herself off. I kept sucking her clit and worshipping her as her hips moved around my face trying to get the right angle for herself.

She got off quickly and demanded I slow down. She wasn't holding back allowing her weight to rest on my face.

She kissed her fluids off of me and spit a huge blob in my mouth after she told me to "open up." She spit a huge blob in my mouth that kept going and going. She told me to swallow and undoubtedly won our "blob contest."

She finally let me enter her. It felt easy to enter her balls deep almost immediately. She tickled my balls with her toes as she rode me which only made me throb in her more deeply.

She was fucking me more than I was to her. I felt her continuously moving me from the end of her pocket out and back in again. She told me to "keep going" while I wasn't even doing much, trying my best to match her rhythm.

She firmly held my neck while coming on me. I loved watching the waves of it move through her as I was now doing most of the work. I loved her deep moans as her hands weren't placing any pressure on my neck anymore. She was just holding it.

She started sobbing again after she came. She wasn't bouncing and I wasn't stroking her. I only held her while balls deep in her and her tongue swirled in my mouth. I kissed the tears off her face right on her orbital after they formed to clean her.

She apologized for "deadfishing" as I slowly started stroking her. Her nose was running again so I let go of one of her hands and occluded her nostrils one by one as she blew her nose on my chest. She tried wiping the mucus off of my chest but I didn't let her and told her it was more than ok.

I came in her not long after blowing her nose. Her tongue was swirling in my mouth as she intimately kissed me and her toes tickling my balls made me release the last bit of cum she hadn't drained yet. I didn't come much in her but the orgasm felt never ending.

I stayed in her and we kissed until it got soft and fell out of her. She placed herself completely on me right after.

Her head was on my chest and all her weight was on my body. Her face was facing the sun from the window so I moved her to the opposite side. We exchanged I love yous with our "real names."

She asked "is this ok" as usual, referring to whether her use of me as her personal teddy bear was comfortable.

I gave her our "goodnight kiss," one on the her lips and then her forehead. I could tell she was tired since she didn't make me repeat it.

She was lightly snoring on me shortly after, with her mouth slightly open and drooling.

We slept for around 2 hours and I woke up first needing to urinate. I reached over and kissed her on the forehead near her hairline to wake her up. There was clear evidence of drooling on my chest, along with her other fluids.

She woke up and started giving tiny kisses to my chest, kissing mostly hair. She said she also needed to pee but wasn't doing anything about it, kissing me and giving me my "daily grooming" running her hands over my chest. I tried to slide with her to edge of the bed but she grabbed my face and had her legs over mine to keep us still.

I finally got a better grasp of her thighs and squatted her up on the edge of the bed and carried her to the bathroom. I placed her on the counter.

I kissed her on the lips and then her forehead. It was clear she was reenergized as we repeated it five to six times. "Official good morning kiss rules" still applied although it was mid afternoon.

I placed her on the toilet and she stared at me while she peed. It's impossible to keep a straight face with her. We put the toilet seat up and she "glued" herself to my back and "captained the ship," directing my stream.

She looked perfect from top to bottom and her bush made up about a quarter of her. It was large but tidy simultaneously. I had to give her a couple spins in front of the mirror.

She kept tip toeing to kiss me so I held her underneath her armpits, which are also bushlike, and placed her up as high making sure her head didn't hit the ceiling. She jokingly started singing the circle of life from the lion King.

I placed her in front of the shower. I put her red shower cap on her. She looked adorable. She doesn't like being called cute or anything similar however.

I love watching her bubble butt bounce when she walks in the shower and give her ass a slap. They had a red tint on them from everything that had transpired.

We showered, laughed, talked, and kissed. It was interesting seeing the transition from what I consider to be "brat mode" when we're alone to "wife and mom mode" when not.

She was somewhere in the middle at this point breaking her "social distancing in the shower rules" which is her most laxly enforced rule. She put the water at its coldest setting and complained of how cold it was, pressing her body against mine "just for warmth," eyeing my shaft, and purposely bumping into me the whole time.

She pretends the "pokes" hurt her screaming "ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch daddy's poking me" with her always so beautiful smile. I put my hand over her mouth to muffle the screams.

Once the water was off, I stayed in her embrace for a long while so we can "airdry" and "warm up" although the towels were at a reachable distance. She hugged me from the side as I was rock hard and checked my testicles. She let me know that's something she's going to be doing routinely to "take care" of me.

She tippy toed so her head on my chest and asked "who did this to you," while moving her hands along the map of scars on my back her nails were responsible for.

We only used one towel and took turns drying each other. I removed her little shower cap from her. We also took turns also dressing each other. Help from the opposite side was "not allowed."

She started with my socks and then boxers. She didn't notice the holes on my boxers until this point. A few minutes of yapping ensued and she was heated.

Her care of me was "inadequate." She mentioned I make her feel special, cared for, and most importantly loved and appreciated all the small details on the date. In contrast, she had her husband all alone to herself with "holes in his undies."

She listed all of the specific instances where she bought new "undies," and felt it was disrespectful and boundary crossing to purposely rip them although part of her desired to.

I let her go on and on. I love how expressive she is with her hands and how her face was an inch or two away from my face while speaking. I interrupted her eventually and told her she has permission to have the undershirt and underwear she wants me to wear ready in the bathroom before I shower. That calmed her down until she remembered the "boogie incident" looking at my chest a moment later.

My personal chatterbox started up again, apologizing for going through with it "without permission," not apologizing right after she did it, and bringing it up "too late" at this time. She gave me permission to do it back to her. I told her it was nothing to worry about.

I kissed her while occluding her nostrils. She tried to do the same back to me while we playfully wrestled with our arms.

She finally gave up and we "officially kissed on it," although she still felt frustrated and insecure, asking if she makes me feel special, cared for, and loved. My responses were yes constantly until she tried to sneak in if i was comfortable with "birthday babymaking."

Her birthday is a few days after the 9 month mark of her giving birth and she's made it clear the present she desires is for us to be trying again by that day.

She had me promise I'll think about it, "kissing on it" again. She admitted that although it feels "stupid and selfish" of her as a mother and wife, she fantasizes of us getting pregnant again with "it" inside her, even with the risks associated with that.

She felt guilty for barely thinking about the kids during the date. She said the only things on her mind were me and us getting pregnant again.

I validated her and told her I still needed time and that she wasn't crazy. She brings the topic up often to see where we're at. She validated what I felt saying she doesn't want to pressure me and wants me to feel sure like the first time I "performed the procedure," meaning removing "it" from her.

I told her the date was for us to prioritize our relationship. We'd be better parents for them when we're with them by having some time to ourselves. They're safe and spending valuable time with their grandparents.

While we were talking, she put her index and middle finger around some of my chest hair and lightly tugged it towards her, asking if it reminded me of anything. I lost count of how many times we "kissed on it." Undershirt, shorts, shirt, and shoes came after.

She sat on my lap used the new "button equals kiss rule" before tying my shoes, only to change her mind and use the rule to remove my shirt once again.

"I, as your wife, know what's best for you" was her reasoning between kisses.

I started with her socks and then her "granny panties" which were an exaggeration with the way they could barely contain her ass. I checked her breasts as her period came to an end recently before placing her in the dress which seemed it was made for her.

Lastly, I tied her chunky shoes. She wanted to be "cradled" after I dressed her. I was going to put her down until she got really loud with her "noooooooo." I carried her back to the front desk where she handed over the card and back to the "littermobile" the same way, with an arm behind her knees and the other behind her back.

She loved getting "curled," meaning I used her as a weight and she'd kiss me at the end of the motion as we walked.

I buckled and kissed her in and we drove home. She knows all the spots of the moles on my legs and arms, closing her eyes and and saying "it's right here," with her ring finger right on the target.

We talked as she twirled my leg hair and held my arm. I backed in to the drive way, turned it off, and went to her side to unbuckle and kiss her out of the seat. I let her know my mother was looking through window and waving at us. She reached out and waved back, but that didn't didn't stop her as she responded with only "and."

We continued the forehead and lip kisses until it was "official," with my hand over her belly this time. I reached for my wallet and rewarded her good behavior with a sticker on the dorsum of her hand. She was a "good girl" for the most part.

We walked to the door where she put our arms around me and didn't let me go. "We have five minutes left and need to talk."

She proposed a weekly date. We'd compete with each other on who can plan the better date, just like before we were "real parents." She said she looked forward to trying to "outdo" me.

She always believes I plan the better dates while I think she's the better planner, making it impossible to choose a winner. It's competitive and not one-sided like the "blob contests."

She made it clear I still owe her the footrub I promised her and that we still need to try for "minidates" on nights of days where we have "real dates." We were still going to try our best to have her "sleep filled" in other words.

We walked in after and had an amazing evening with our family. My wife made sure to take a lot of pictures.

Words can't describe how much I love her. There's a few other similar posts on my profile if you're interested in our story.

Before being with me, my gf had a couple of paid hookups while she was at college. She has done that for 2 years, then she completely stopped. It wasn’t full time. They were mostly 40-50yo dudes. She has done everything : blowjobs, fucking. Sometimes I’m thinking about all the guys that ever fucked her, and it kinda turns me on.

Her family and friends were aware, her dad even helped her with her income tax declaration (she was declared)

She has completely stopped all of that, she has done that occasionally for 2 years.

Would have loved to be a customer

Lockdown was an odd time for everyone. But especially for me and my mum. We've always been super close, also very open with each other about pretty much everything.

It's always been just the two of us, so being alone together wasn't abnormal, but only having each other was.

We're both very extroverted outgoing people, and to be honest, both like to sleep around a lot. So lockdown was quite difficult for us both in not being able to meet new people and feel very pent up.

One evening, we started a conversation about this, and talked about how we got through it. We eventually started talking about masturbation. It was honestly quite freeing to talk about it with her, we talked about how often we did it, how we did it, and what toys we had. The conversations were very jovial and fun, often accompanied by a glass of wine.

One night, we'd had a bit to drink, and I asked if I could see some of the toys she'd spoken about. She showed me her collection, which wasn't huge, but it was very interesting to see! She had a few different dildos, a wand vibrator, a butt plug. While I just had one dildo and a vibrator.

After that, we found a common interest of browsing interesting sex toys online, and eventually started ordering some and building up a shared collection. We'd both try them out, share what we thought, it was honestly such a fun and exciting time.

One evening, we were doing our regular sex toy scroll, before finding one of those machines that go back and forth... so you just lay there and let it fuck you! We were both curious, looked at a few different models, and eventually convinced ourselves to order it.

It took about a week to arrive, which was filled with anticipation. As we unboxed it, we quickly realised it was a lot bigger and heavier than we expected, so it would be a bit difficult to just give it back and forth.

We didn't have the biggest apartment, essentially just a living room and both our bedrooms. And we couldn't really put it on a bed because it needs a flat surface.... so we agreed to have it in the living room,next to a bean bag.

We inspected it a lot, turned it on and had a lot of laughter. We could both tell how desperate we were to try it. We agreed that I'd use it first after she'd gone to bed.

So a few hours passed, and I got to 'work'. I started using it and it was amazing. At this point, I hadn't been trying to hide my moans anyway, we were both so open about masturbation that I didn't mind being heard. I used it for a while before eventually finishing.

A couple minutes after I did, my mum slowly opened her door to come ask me how it was. I was still laying there fully naked, but for some reason I didn't mind her seeing me naked at all.

We talked a bit about it, before she said she was desperate to try. I crawled over to the sofa to let her get down and do it. I don't know why, but it felt appropriate to stay and watch, so I did, and it was amazing.

Seeing her use it and orgasm in front of me was wild. And I knew she enjoyed it too, we'd definitely unlocked a new shared hobby.

Thank you for reading! Let me know if you'd like to know more!

When I was in college I hooked up with this girl a couple of times, then she kind of ghosted me. She was 21 beautiful red head. She played soccer for the school and was in great shape.

So then randomly I hear from her again and she comes over. She told me she had ghosted me because she had a boyfriend and was feeling bad about cheating but she said she was really horny and that she couldn’t stop thinking about fucking me. Of course, there was a catch.

Her boyfriend didn’t want to fuck her because she was on her period so he was hanging out with the boys that night. Anyway, I didn’t mind. She suggested we go to the shower, but I just put a towel down and fucked her on my bed.

After that, it became a regular thing that she was knocking on my door that time of the month.

The bar was packed, the air thick with tension and anticipation. Ray slid into a booth next to Jessica, his eyes scanning the room for familiar faces. They had come to celebrate, or so he thought, but as the night wore on, it became clear that this election night was going to be anything but ordinary.

"Ray, have you seen Josh?" Jessica asked, her voice tinged with urgency. He shook his head, taking a sip of his beer. "No, why?"

Jessica's eyes lit up as she spotted him across the room. "There he is!" She waved enthusiastically, and Josh made his way over, his smile wide and confident. Ray couldn't help but notice the easy way Jessica interacted with him, the way her eyes lingered just a little too long.

"Hey, guys," Josh greeted, sliding into the booth opposite them. "Great night, huh?"

Ray forced a smile. "Yeah, sure." He wasn't feeling it. The election results were rolling in, and it was becoming increasingly clear that Trump was pulling ahead. He felt a knot tighten in his stomach. This wasn't how the night was supposed to go.

"So, Josh, what do you think of the results?" Jessica asked, her curiosity piqued.

Josh leaned back, his expression smug. "I think it's about time we had someone who isn't afraid to shake things up. You know, drain the swamp and all that."

Ray's jaw clenched. "Yeah, because dismantling democracy is such a great idea."

Josh chuckled. "Come on, Ray, don't be so dramatic. It's just politics."

Jessica chimed in, her tone conciliatory. "Maybe we should change the subject. How about that new restaurant you were telling me about, Josh?"

As they talked, Ray felt himself sinking further into his seat. The drinks were flowing freely, and soon he was nursing another headache. He excused himself, promising to be right back. But the noise, the clinking of glasses, the heated debates—it all became too much. He decided to head home, hoping Jessica would follow shortly.

"I'm gonna grab some sleep," he told her before leaving, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "You coming?"

Jessica nodded absently, her attention still on Josh. "Yeah, in a bit."

Ray staggered back to their condo, collapsing onto the bed almost as soon as he walked in. The last thing he heard before passing out was the distant murmur of Josh and Jessica's voices, their debate growing more intense by the minute.

Hours later, Ray awoke with a start. His head throbbed, and he needed to use the bathroom urgently. As he stumbled towards the washroom, he noticed a faint light seeping under the door of the guest bedroom. Curious, he approached quietly, straining to hear any sounds within.

And then he heard it—a soft moan, followed by a low, throaty laugh. His heart pounded in his chest as he pressed his ear against the door, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"Fuck, Jessica, you're so damn hot," Josh breathed, his voice dripping with lust.

Ray's breath caught in his throat. What the hell was going on? Slowly, he peeked through the crack in the door, his eyes widening in shock.

Jessica was straddling Josh, her hands gripping his shoulders as he thrust up into her. Her head was thrown back, her hair cascading over her shoulders in wild abandon. "Oh God, yes, harder!" she cried out, her voice betraying her pleasure.

Josh smirked, his hands roaming over her curves. "Remember what I said about your boyfriend? How pathetic he is?"

Ray's blood ran cold. This couldn't be real.

Jessica looked down at Josh, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "Yes, fuck, I agree. Ray's weak. So weak. But you..." She moaned, grinding herself against him. "You're strong, powerful. I need that."

Ray's mind raced, torn between disbelief and arousal. He watched, unable to tear his eyes away, as Josh grabbed Jessica's waist, lifting her effortlessly before slamming her back down onto his cock.

"That's it, baby," Josh growled. "Tell me how much you love my dick."

Jessica's nails dug into his flesh as she gasped, "I love it. I love how you make me feel, how you take charge. Not like Ray, never like Ray."

Ray's body trembled with a mix of anger and raw desire. He wanted to burst in there, to stop this madness, but his feet felt rooted to the spot.

Josh leaned up, capturing Jessica's lips in a rough kiss. "Say it again. Tell me how much better I am than him."

Jessica's voice was muffled against his mouth but clear enough. "You're so much better. You're everything he's not."

Ray's fists clenched at his sides, his vision blurring with unshed tears. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing, yet part of him was transfixed by the raw passion unfolding before him.

Josh broke the kiss, his gaze locking onto Ray's hiding spot. "Feel free to watch, Ray. I know you're out there. Maybe you can learn something from this."

Ray froze, his heart racing as he realized he'd been caught. He should leave, he knew that, but his legs wouldn't move. Instead, he stayed, watching helplessly as Josh flipped Jessica onto her back, positioning himself between her thighs.

"Spread 'em wide, Jess," Josh commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

She complied without hesitation, her legs wrapping around his waist as he surged back into her. "Fuck, yes! Make me yours!"

Josh's pace quickened, each thrust rougher than the last. "That's right, tell me how good it feels. Tell me how much you want this."

Ray's breath hitched as he watched, his own cock hardening despite himself. Jessica's cries grew louder, more desperate, as Josh relentlessly pounded into her.

"God, Josh, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!" Jessica shrieked, her body tensing as she reached the edge.

Josh's grin was predatory. "Cum for me, baby. Show me how much you love it."

With a final, fierce cry, Jessica shattered around him, her orgasm convulsing through her body. Ray could only stare, his mind reeling as he tried to process the scene playing out in front of him.

Josh didn't slow down, even as Jessica's climax subsided. "Now, let's finish this," he growled, his thrusts growing even more forceful.

Jessica's breath came in ragged gasps, her hands clawing at his back. "Yes, yes, give it to me!"

Ray's own need was building, threatening to overwhelm him. He wanted to look away, to escape this twisted reality, but his eyes remained glued to the sight of Josh driving into Jessica with unyielding intensity.

Finally, with a guttural roar, Josh emptied himself inside her, his release shuddering through him. Jessica whimpered, her body quivering with aftershocks.

But Josh wasn't done. He pulled out, letting his glistening cock fall against Jessica's thigh. "Now, sweetheart, show me how grateful you are."

Jessica didn't hesitate. She knelt before him, her hand reaching out to grasp his softening length. With a practiced ease, she guided him into her mouth, her lips encircling the tip.

Ray's knees nearly buckled. This was too much. He should leave, get out of there, but his feet refused to move. The sight of Jessica worshipping Josh's cock was both sickening and hypnotic.

Josh groaned, his fingers threading through her hair. "That's it, suck it like you mean it."

Jessica's eyes fluttered shut as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Ray could see the determination in her movements, the way she focused entirely on giving Josh the best blowjob she possibly could.

"Ah, fuck, Jess, you're amazing," Josh praised, his hips beginning to thrust slowly.

Ray's own cock ached, throbbing with need. He wanted to touch himself, to relieve the pressure building inside him, but he couldn't bring himself to move. All he could do was watch, ensnared by the erotic tableau before him.

Finally, with a low growl, Josh tensed, his cock twitching as he began to climax. "Swallow it all, baby," he demanded, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Jessica's cheeks hollowed as she sucked him dry, her throat working convulsively to take every drop. Josh shuddered, his pleasure evident in the way his body stiffened and relaxed.

When he finally pulled out, Jessica looked up at him, her face flushed with triumph. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling with residual ecstasy.

Josh smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Anytime, sweetheart."

Ray's heart pounded in his chest, his mind reeling from the scene he'd just witnessed. He needed to leave, to escape this nightmare, but his body refused to cooperate. All he could do was stand there, frozen in place, as the reality of what had just happened sank in.

And then Josh turned, his eyes locking onto Ray's hiding spot once more. "Enjoy the show, Ray?"

When I was an early teen and just discovered porn and masturbation. I thought I was the first to have figured this trick out. Back then I had a close best friend to whom I told everything. Not long after I mistook my first orgasm for pain I felt the need to share my discovery and hat to tell my best friend about it. To my dumb surprise, he had already been masturbating for years and we started talking about it and shared porn and techniques and such. I knew he was straight and so was I but still felt good to have someone to talk to about being so horny all the time.

Whenever we had sleepovers we used to show each other new porn videos we found and talk about girls we knew. I remember we used to take turns going to the bathroom and jerking off into the toilet or the sink. Often multiple times.

Sometime later there was a big birthday party with my family at my place. There were people everywhere in the house and my best friend was also there. I had just gotten GTA4 and was gonna show him the game in my room. He had heard that there were topless strippers in the game if you went to the strip club and requested a lapdance. So of course we did that. A few minutes in I started to feel a boner growing in my pants and I could tell he felt the same. He said he wanted to jerk off right there and then meanwhile everyone was outside. I told him its risky and that we had never done it together like that before (since the bathroom was occupied with guests)

He told me we could pull the two chairs back towards each other so we didn't have to see each other touch ourselves. Horny as I was I agreed and locked the door and we sat with each other's back against each other. I could hear him unzip and pull down his pants, I did the same. I could hear his rapid fapping matching the pace of mine meanwhile we both stared at the big tittieas bouncing on nico bellic on the screen. I remember getting a glimpse of him stroking his meat in the corner of my eye. He came quickly and I came shortly after with a rapid thrust and a quiet moan. After that we cleaned up, turned off the game and went out and mingled with the guest like nothing ever happened.

Little did I know then that that was only the beginning of a long and adventureful relationship with my best friend. We never did anything sexual with each other the compare size and such but we did have sex in the same room a few times when we got older. The memory turns me on today and I believe this is why I love masturbating with others so much

My GF has a sister that's a few years older, and she has no idea that I fantasize about her all the time. My Gf has a nice body, but her sister has crazy thick thighs and a huge ass and tits, like an hourglass type figure that drives me nuts. I've jerked off to her countless amounts of times. She'll sometimes bend over and her thomg peaks through the top of her jeans and it drives me wild.

I play hockey and always feel like my body is getting its ass kicked. I was venting to my gf and she mentioned I should see her sister for a massage since she's a licensed massage therapist. This has literally been my fantasy, but I was never going to suggest it myself since it'd make it seem like I wanted her sis rubbing my body.

I tried to not act too excited and was like "Oh you don't think it'd be weird at all?" She was like "No why would it it's just a massage lol." She texted her sister if she had any availability for me and her sister said she had tomorrow morn avail (which was this am).

I could not believe how excited I was leading up to the massage this AM.

I get to her office, she greets me and brings me into the dark room. She's wearing a white tank top and black yoga pants which is just showing off her body so well, I can already feel my cock grow.

She tells me to undress and get under the covers face up to start and she'll be right back in. I was pretty nervous and I've never had a massage before, so I was like "To my boxers or what do most do?" She said "Whatever you feel comfortable with, but most fully undress."

With that, I got bare ass naked and laid face up on the table, under the sheet. I'm laying there waiting for her and my cock is literally already growing under the sheet, laying up towards my belly.

I look down and the bulge is pretty noticeable and you can see the outline of my shaft essentially. I'm like "Fuck" but at this point there's nothing I can do. She knocks on the door and I say "all set".

She's asking me where I need attention the most, I tell her my neck, lower back, and kind of like my hip all the way down to my foot. She takes some mental notes, turns on relaxing music. I'm laying face up with my eyes closed and she put some essential oils up to my nose and it really started the mood off right.

She's rubbin my hair and head to start, and I notice her body is pressed into my head which is pretty hot. She moves to my neck shoulders etc, then moves the sheet down to my waist, exposing my chest. I was a little surprised when she started massaging into my chest and pecs as I wasn't expecting that. As she goes lower down my chest, her big tits may have as well been resting against my head. My cock is literally throbbing.

She spends a decent time on my arms, then says "Are you okay if I get your stomach?" In my head I'm like "holy shit." And I say "oh yeah sure."

She adjusts the sheet even lower, and she lowered it too low, like by my belly button, and I could fell the head of my hard cock exposed in the air. Quickly and without a word, she adjusted the sheet to cover it back up.

My heart was pounding!

As she's getting my stomach, her hand actually hit against the head of my cock a couple times, through the sheet. I feel like she must have felt it.

She raises the sheet back up, and then works on my legs and hip area on my left side. As she was adjusting the sheet and moving me around, my cock moved in that direction against my upper leg.

As she moved to get more oil, I looked down and you could very obviously see the tent bunched up kind of going sideways across my thigh.

When she moved the sheet to expose my left side of my body, again, my cock was like an inch or less away from busting out.

As she kept getting higher, she'd go under the sheet a bit, and then I felt it, her fingers brushed into my hard shaft. I'm thinking omg she's about to grab it, but she re-adjusted a bit and moved away from that area, she must have realized she just touched "it".

She worked my other side, got my feet, then had me flip over. As I flipped, I sort of pushed my cock down between my legs pointing down.

I'm covered by the sheet and she's getting my head again, all over my back, working down my body.

She moves down to my legs, and then folded the sheet like half way across my body, so my left side of my entire body was exposed. It was hard to tell but it definitely felt like my whole left cheek and leg was out in the open, which meant she could see my hard cock pointing down against my left leg.

As she's going up my leg, she was getting pretty high and inside, but would literally stop like a centimeter before hitting the head of my exposed cock, which means she must have been able to see it.

Then she moved up and was really going to down in my ass and cheeks, like damn it felt AMAZING.

She covered me back up after getting my right leg and then worked my back for a bit, then tapped me on my back and said "Okay, all set, feel better?"

I'm like "Yeah that was amazing!" Which it was, but I also have the biggest blue balls I've ever had in my life. I could not help myself I was so hard, I looked around and found some tissues, jerked off in record time, and tossed them in the garbage.

When I dressed and came back out to pay her, she mentioned I had a lot of knots etc and definitely need more consistent bodywork done. She recommended I come in monthly but said ideally even biweekly.

My GF texts me a bit after and was like "How'd it go? ____ said you were really stiff!" I'm like is her sis teasing me?! Just seemed funny to use the word "stiff" after seeing my stiff cock like that lol.

Anyway I feel like I'm basically cheating on my gf even though nothing happened?

Brooke fluttered around the folding tables, attempting to organize the various dishes that congregation members had brought to share for the potluck. She hated when people brought casseroles. What was even in them? They were all the same white-yellow color with brown bits in them. And they each had about a single scoop taken from them, and that’s it.

She plucked some of the congealing containers off the table and moved them to a different area to make room for other dishes. That’s when Chris caught her eye. Standing there with a plate full of food he didn’t seem interested as his fiance Jenna, chatted away with other women her age and their husbands.

How could she not notice Chris just standing there, staring at me? She wondered.

When she turned back to the counter stacked with plates and napkins, she knocked over a cup of plastic ware. Turning her back to Chris, she bent over to pick them up, intentionally showing off the way her skirt hugged her ass and thighs.

She’d only picked up a few before she heard Chris hurry over. He knelt in front of her, helping her pick up the spoons scattered on the floor. She knelt too, sitting back on her heels, and leaned forward, allowing her top to drape open at the neck a bit.

When she caught him looking, she tugged at the hem of her blouse, pulling the neckline even lower. She saw his pupils flare with desire.

Without a word, she tossed the plasticware into the trash, turned, and headed to her office at the other end of the church. She stopped at the end of the hall, before she turned the corner, and looked back to make eye contact with Chris.

She scowled and rolled her eyes at him, beginning their game.

The office was empty. She slipped in, leaving the door cracked open. Before she sat in her chair, she reached up her skirt and slipped off her panties, tucking them in her purse that was slung on the back of her chair.

Settled into her office chair, she scooted toward her desk, waking up the screen to answer a few emails while she waited.

She’d only replied to one before Chris appeared in the doorway. He came inside, closing the door behind him again.

“Mr. Anderson,” she said in a disapproving voice. “Do you need something?”

He nodded.

She waited for him to say, but he just stood there, fidgeting.

“Well? What?” She prompted.

He rushed over to her, leaning down to press his lips to hers. She let his tongue invade her mouth momentarily, giving him the taste he wanted, before she gave his chest a firm push.

“Hmmmm, Kissing? That’s what you came in here for?”

“....no,” he murmured. “I want you to touch me. And I want to touch you.”

She sighed. “Well, I have work to do. So I’m not going to touch you, but you can do whatever you want I guess, if you’re that desperate. Just don’t get in my way.”

Brooke turned her chair back toward her desk, opening the next email. 

Chris stood next to her for a moment, trying to decide what to do, before he moved behind her chair. Together, they faced the door. It would be easy to set themselves right quickly if someone came in. She could pretend he was helping her with a computer problem, or that he was telling her the worship music set for this week.

He started with his hands on the back of her chair before he moved them to her shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze. His fingers moved toward her neck, skimming up until they were under her chin, and then back down over the exposed portion of her chest.

He made this circuit a few times before he seemed to build up the courage to dip his fingers into the front of her shirt. Even then, he only ran his fingers over the tops of her breasts and the valley between them, staying above the lacy cups of her bra.

Trying to hide the fact that her breaths were coming faster, Brooke teased, “Are you going to be a man and touch them? Or is that going to make you come in your pants?”

His fingers froze for a moment before they both dug into the cups of her bra, holding her tits fully and playing with her nipples.

“God, one little peak at my cleavage, and it’s enough to make come running,” she said in a steady, uninterested voice. “You probably had to hunch over to hide your boner.”

As Chris started to get more rough with her breasts, he pressed them into her chest, massaging them, which also pulled her chair backward and into him. She could feel him start to rock his hips against the chair, humping it to get some relief.

“You’re like an animal,” she scolded, turning around and pushing him off the back of her chair. Her movement also pulled his hands out of her shirt. “There are plenty of chairs in the building you can rub yourself against. You don’t have to bother me for that.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking properly chastised. “You just have such perfect tits.”

“Yeah, I know,” she snapped back. “But get a hold of yourself.”

She turned back to her computer, and he slipped his hands into her shirt again. As he pinched and tugged at her nipples, she got an idea.

She opened up a window to compose a new email, and typed.

Hi Jenna,

I just wanted to reach out and ask if you could help with a volunteer opportunity. 

Your pathetic fiance is always walking around the church with a raging boner, interrupting my work as he whimpers around, trying to find someone who’s willing to touch his red little penis.

He’s rubbing himself on chairs, making messes in the supply closet, and he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. It would be sad if it weren’t so embarrassing. I was wondering if you’d do us all the favor of letting him

“Jesus!”

Her hands slipped off the keyboard as he yanked her chair away from the desk.

“What are you doing???” Chris’s voice was panicked as he stepped in front of her and deleted the email draft.

“Now, see, I told you that you could do what you wanted as long as you didn’t interrupt my work,” she said matter-of-factly.

“You can’t tell Jenna. Please. I really do want to marry her, I’m just—”

“You’re just so desperate for pussy that you can’t help yourself. Tell you what. I’m feeling generous. I’ll let you hide under my desk and lick my pussy while I work, and I won’t send that email.”

He looked at her warily. She could tell he wanted it, but he wasn’t sure whether to trust her. Maybe the email had been too far. She reached out to brush her fingers over his, hopefully giving him some reassurance that this was part of the game. 

“Come on,” she snapped her fingers, “be a good boy and crawl under the desk. Then I don’t have to look at you.”

She pushed her chair away from the desk. He sighed and obediently crawled underneath it. Scooting her chair back in, she yanked her skirt up to her hips, spreading her legs so her knees were one either side of him. If still he doubted that she was in this with him, he was about to find out when he saw how wet she was. There were some things she couldn’t hide.

Chris’s hands skimmed up her legs and came to rest at her hips. She felt him lean forward between her legs, but she still jumped when his tongue made contact with her. Dragging up from her opening to her clit, he groaned, placing a firm kiss there before repeating the movement.

She sighed, leaning back and picking her legs up to rest on his shoulders.

To keep up the facade, she pecked at her keyboard and clicked around with her mouse, but she wasn’t really doing anything.

Chris’s tongue plunged into her, and he ground his face against her pussy. Her back arched, but she tried not to make a sound, trying to give the appearance of boredom. Relaxing back into the chair, she said, “You are so starved for it. I bet you’re painfully hard right now, desperate to bury your cock in me.”

His grip on her thighs tightened. His mouth moved up to suck at her clit as he slid a finger into her.

Her hips circled and rocked. She was starting to really enjoy the feeling of his attention when a light knock sounded at her door.

“Knock knock!” Jenna said, redundant, as she cracked the door open and peered inside. With a polite grin on her face, she stepped into the office. Brooke straightened up in her chair, placing her feet on the ground again, but she slipped her hand down to grip Chris’s hair, holding his mouth to her pussy.

With Brooke’s chair facing the door, the back of the desk covered Chris tucked underneath.

Jenna continued, “I was just looking for Chris, I thought I saw him walk this way.”

“Oh, yes, he stopped in here to talk about his song choices for this weekend’s service, but he left a few minutes ago.” She tried not to squirm as Chris slid a second finger inside of her and continued pumping them in and out of her. He nibbled at her clit, and she couldn’t help but jerk. Luckily, Jenna didn’t seem to notice.

“Shoot!” Jenna said. “He’s probably back over by the food looking for me!” She laughed too loud at her own joke.

“I bet,” Brooke laughed with her. “He looked hungry!”

They laughed together for a moment.

“Alright, well,” Jenna said, bending her knees and raising her hands up by her shoulders, “I’ll stop bothering you. Thanks anyway!” And she slipped back out of the door.

Brooke released Chris’s hair, and he backed off her with a whispered, “Thank you.”

She moved her foot between his legs and stepped on his crotch.

He hissed in pain.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Brooke scolded.

His mouth returned to her pussy, plunging his tongue inside her. She ground against his face. Noticing his hands weren’t in the mix, she peeked under the desk.

At some point, he’d unzipped his pants and gotten his dick out. He was pumping it, but his grip was loose.

Oops, she thought. She hadn’t meant to step on his bare cock. No wonder it hurt.

In an effort to make it up to him, she said, “And who told you that you could touch yourself? You little pervert, hiding under my desk and tugging on your cock. What would Jenna say if she knew that you were so depraved? She’s probably still walking around looking for you.” Brook slid off one of her heels and—gently, this time—ran her foot up his thigh and onto his cock, rubbing up and down his length slowly.

He whimpered.

“Meanwhile, you’re in here drooling over my pussy, using my foot to relieve your aching cock.”

His hand clamped down on her foot, and he ground into her. Before he could enjoy it too much, she pulled away.

“Gross, I don’t want your cum on me.” She reached behind her, into her purse, and pulled out the panties she’d been wearing earlier. “Here,” she passed them down to him, “use these.”

She looked down at him between her legs as he wrapped the panties in his fist and started pumping his cock into them. 

Since he was giving too much attention to himself and none to her, she grabbed him by the hair again and directed his face back to her pussy. He was sloppy now, overcome with the moment and the wrongness of it all. She let her head fall back onto her office chair and let herself just enjoy. 

When she came, she couldn’t hide it from him. She rubbed herself all over his face as she slipped down in the chair, both hands now buried in his hair. Moaning, she clamped her thighs around his head as she rode out wave after wave of it.

As she relaxed, she could hear his arm pumping faster and faster until the rhythm broke, and he gave himself just a few more hard thrusts into her now-soaked panties.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their panting.

Brooke came to her senses before Chris did, sitting up in her chair, pulling her skirt back down (though now it was horribly wrinkled), and fixing her hair.

A minute later, Chris crept out from under his desk, stuffing himself back in his pants and tucking in his button-down shirt. He stood, unsteadily, his legs seeming a bit wobbly.

He handed the panties back to her, but she looked down at them with a wrinkled nose. “Ew, no. I do not want those back. Just throw them out or something,” she suggested. But instead, he slipped them in his pocket, just like she hoped.

“Hey,” she called as he was walking out the door. He turned to look at her. His lips were red, and he was flushed, his hair rumpled. He looked dazed. He looked like he was hers. “I could use your help in the back room tomorrow to move some heavy boxes. I have to start ordering holiday decorations, and I need to know what we already have. Meet me back there at 2.”

His hand skimmed over the pocket with her panties in it and squeezed. “Yeah,” he replied breathily, “yeah, of course. See you then.”

My best friend, we’ll call him Cliff, and I practically lived together during summers. We played travel baseball together and his dad was the coach, so a lot of the time it was easier to stay there anyway because my mom was a single mom and was working a lot. His family was well off. They had a big in-ground pool, a big basement which is where Cliff’s room was, a pool table in the basement, big TV’s, basically everything a guy would love to have.

It was our last summer before college. Just like any other time I went and stayed at Cliff’s for the weekend, we played video games, went swimming, watched movies, nothing out of the ordinary. After his parents went to bed we snuck out onto the back patio to smoke weed. The patio was out the sliding door of the basement so it was real convenient for us. We went out back and smoked a little and started talking about this girl, we’ll call her Val. Val had a thing for both of us. She gave Cliff a blowjob about a month prior and a few days before I went over to Cliff’s, Val came over to my house. I wasn’t as forward as Cliff with the girls and we didn’t end up doing anything more than making out and I fingered her a little bit while I sucked on her titties. She was the first girl I fooled around with like that and I was too scared to ask to do anything more. So for context, the only person that’s ever played with my dick was myself up to this point.

The first thing he asked when we were talking about Val was “How does my dick taste?”, joking around about the fact that I kissed her after she gave him head. I told him to shut up and explained what we did. I was telling him what happened when he said “get to the good stuff, did she give you head too?”. I panicked. I was embarrassed that she didn’t, so I told him “Of course, dude”, knowing that no one besides me has laid a hand on my cock. He said “Let’s gooo!” as he dapped me up, while I tried to play it cool.

We talked a little more about it, then we had the bright idea to play truth or dare. We were high and laughing our asses off as we gave each other childish dares, like drink this lemon juice, or go steal his sisters pillow and fart on it, prank call this person, things like that.

He then dared me to skinny dip across the whole length of the pool and back. I told him “Hell no! Not unless you do it too”. He said “I’m down”. Then we both laughed and quietly snuck onto the patio and stripped down leaving our clothes there so we could run back and get them when we were done. Now I never was attracted to guys, but when he took his shorts off and I saw his cock for the first time, I admit, I was turned on. We paused for a second and both took a glance over each others bodies. He said “Damn dude, you got a daddy dick”. I didn’t know what that meant so I laughed and said “What?”. He said “You got a big dick”. I said “You’re gay bro” as we both laughed and ran to the pool holding our junk in our hands. His dick was nice. We had the same girth, mine was just a bit longer than his, but his was still big and it had a really nice shape. Once we got to the stairs of the pool we slowly walked in the water, trying not to make too much noise to wake up his parents as we tried our best to contain our laughter. The water was warm because the pool was heated and it felt perfect at night. We swam underwater to the deep end where the spot lights didn’t hit the pool so directly and just waded in the water.

We decided to stay in the pool since it felt so good and just slowly swam around and talked about girls and whatever else we could think of. I couldn’t help but try to sneak a peek of his dick as we were swimming around. Occasionally we would float on our backs, showing off to each other and laughing like it was a joke, but I loved the view and I think he secretly did too. He suggested we played Marco Polo, which I was down for so I went first.

I’m a notorious cheater in Marco Polo and I always look when I go underwater. The first time I was it I found him pretty quickly. My heart was racing as I got closer to him and saw his fat dick flopping in the water. I tagged him on his stomach and he curled up as I touched him, grazing his dick across my forearm. He didn’t pay it any mind and I said “you’re it” as I surfaced. He closed his eyes and turned around as I swam away underwater. I went under the diving board and hung onto it, my dick barely below the surface of the water as I hung there, breathing as quietly as I could to not make any sound. He must’ve heard the water dripping down from my arms and hair because he headed straight for me, swimming mostly underwater with just his head above. As he got closer I was going to swim off, but I figured it’d make too much noise, so I stayed there as quiet as I could. He circled around me for a second, barely missing me with his hands, until I couldn’t contain it anymore and gave a muffled laugh. He lunged forward at me and got me as we both laughed. He said we were going to wake his parents up because we were being too loud so we stopped playing and just floated around.

He was resting his chest on the side of the pool with his ass almost out of the water and I asked him as I laughed “what the hell are you doing?”. He laughed and said “the jets man, they feel so good on your dick.” We both laughed and he said “try it”, so I swam over to the jets closest to him and gave it a try myself. I said “you ain’t lying” as we both let the jets do their thing. After a few seconds of silence he said “it’s not better than the real thing though” and I agreed, knowing damn well I had no idea what anything other than my hand felt like. After a minute or two he said “I’m ready to go in”, so we swam to the stairs and made our way out of the pool.

I was embarrassed as we started getting out because my dick was half hard at this point from the jets, but as he got out of the water I saw his dick was hard as a rock. It was hot, but I played it off by joking with him saying “why’s your dick hard bro?!”. He just laughed and said “look at you” as he saw I was getting there too. We both ran across the concrete to the patio, dicks just flopping at this point like we had no shame in it anymore. When we got to the patio I realized we didn’t have any towels. I said “shit, we forgot towels”. Normally the master bath upstairs is where the towels are kept, but Cliff said there were some in the laundry room that was in the basement because his mom was doing laundry earlier, so we both ran to the laundry room with our clothes in hand to grab towels.

When we got in the laundry room there was only one towel. So Cliff quickly grabbed it and said “I guess you’re air drying” as he laughed and started drying off himself. His dick wasn’t hard anymore, but it still looked big, and having an up close look at it made my cheeks red and my heart race. I wanted to grab it, actually I wanted to suck it, but I would’ve never made a move, I just looked at it when he was drying his hair and face. I could feel myself starting to get hard again and I panicked and turned away to where he couldn’t see. He threw the towel on my head and said “I’m done” as he laughed and started to put his shorts on. I started to dry off and when I was drying my hair and face he grabbed my dick out of nowhere and said “are you hard again?!” as he laughed. Out of instinct I said “you’re gay as fuck, why are you looking?!” and pulled away. It was the first time I’ve felt another hand on my cock and it was my best friends. A guy. I loved it, even though it was only a second he had it in his hand, but I made every effort to play it off like I didn’t. As he walked out of the laundry room he excitedly said “oh I forgot to tell you what I found in my dads drawer, hurry up!”, as he threw his shirt in the hamper. I was fully hard after he grabbed my dick, so I stayed there another minute until it went down.

While I regained my composure I heard the TV turn on in the basement’s living room, so I walked down the hallway to join him. He was sitting on the couch in his gym shorts with no shirt and I could see the imprint of his cock through them. I sat on the couch and looked at the TV to see a full on orgy. I said “holy shit! This is what you found in your dads dresser drawer?”. He said “yuuup” with a grin, not taking his eyes off the TV. He said “I’m horny as fuck” as I could see his cock growing in his shorts. I was getting hard too, which was impossible to hide as I had gym shorts on myself. I don’t know what turned me on more, the porn or Cliff’s fat cock staring at me. My heart was racing and my dick was incapable of being hidden at this point.

Cliff looked over at me and saw how hard I was. He reached over jokingly and grabbed my dick again, laughing, saying “damn dude” as he aggressively stroked it over my shorts for a second. This time I just sat there nervously laughing back, enjoying his hand on my cock. I guess my hormones took over at this point as I said “look at yours!” while I reached over and rubbed his over his shorts for a second in return. I noticed he wasn’t wearing boxers and I could feel how warm and hard his cock was through his shorts as if he wasn’t wearing any. I wanted to see it again. I wanted to feel his bare cock in my hand and stroke it for him, but I wasn’t going to say anything.

At this point we were both rubbing ourselves over our shorts. I was surprised how comfortable I was with it all. I never had attraction towards a guy before, but seeing his cock earlier made me so horny, on top of the fact he’s grabbed and rubbed mine a couple times now. It was a big mix of emotions, but I loved it.

Cliff was a very blunt and forward guy. In the midst of us playing with ourselves, while still watching the porn, he said “I need my dick sucked”. I laughed and said “I know, me too!”. Then he came straight out and said “suck my dick” while he grabbed it firm through his shorts and shook it at me. I said “hell no” even though every ounce of me wanted to, but it wasn’t as acceptable then as it is now and I was scared. He laughed and said “come on, just suck it”. I laughed again and said “you’re gay dude, no!”. I don’t know what came over me, but right after that I said “You suck mine first”. He said “Don’t play with me, I will! But you gotta suck mine after”. I said “yeeeah right” as I nervously laughed, secretly hoping he would.

He said “stand up”. So I stood up and sat on the arm of the couch. We both were feeling each other out to see if either of us were serious, but I wasn’t expecting him to get up and come over to me. He kneeled down right in front of me, his face maybe a foot away from me, then said “say I won’t” as to get approval to keep going. I said “you suck me I’ll suck you.” My voice almost cracking from being so nervous. This was the closest anyone has been to giving me head and I was so nervous and so incredibly turned on. He then said “okay” and pulled my shorts down, my cock springing up towards his face as he freed it. He then took his hand and wrapped it around my cock, looking up at me as if to get a final approval. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. He held my cock and licked the tip of my head, then said “okay, your turn.” I could tell he was nervous and scared to fully commit to it. I said “what!? I didn’t even feel anything”. Which wasn’t a lie, I really didn’t feel much. He sighed then leaned forward again, my cock still in his hand. I watched this time as he glided his tongue around the whole head, licking up the precum that was leaking from me. He licked slowly and got my head nice and wet before he put it in his mouth. He didn’t go down past the head, but it felt so good I could’ve probably came if he were to have kept going. He popped my head back out of his mouth and said “now your turn”. At this point I was much more forward and said “you didn’t even suck it! You just barely put it in your mouth.” But he said “that’s all you get, now your turn” as he stood up.

I sighed and said “fine”. Somewhat disappointed because I wanted to actually have my dick sucked for the first time, but also a little excited/nervous because I was about to have his beautiful cock in my hand and at my lips. Without hesitation I kneeled down in front of him and pulled his shorts off. I grabbed his bare cock for the first time and instinctively started stroking it slowly for him. He leaned his head back and moaned, then told me again to suck it. I got closer without hesitation and licked from the base of his shaft to the tip of his head as he moaned again, breathing heavier as I slid my tongue up and down his shaft a couple times. I could see the precum leaking out and I ran my tongue to the top and licked it, circling it around the rest of his head with my tongue. His cock was so hard, but the skin felt so soft and warm and I loved licking every inch of it. He kept his head leaned back as he was moaning for me to keep going, I gave it one more wet lick from bottom to top and then stopped.

“Dude, keep going.” he said softly as he still had his eyes closed. “Nope, that’s all you get” I replied with a devilish grin, “that’s payback for leaving me hanging”. I wanted more though. I wanted to take every inch of his fat cock down my throat, but I was just too scared to do it. I noticed that I was still stroking it for him. It’s like I was in a trance and couldn’t move or take my eyes off of it. I could feel the heat coming off his cock as I gradually started going faster. Working my hand up and down his shaft while he moaned and begged me to keep going. I could tell that he was getting close to cumming because he was leaking precum again everywhere. We didn’t say anything else to each other aside from his moans and requests for me to keep going. I was glad to continue. I was hard as a rock while I watched his cock in my hand and I wanted to finish him off and make him cum. I kept going faster, stroking his cock as best as I could, his balls slapping between my hand and his leg until he said “fuck I’m about to cum”. I kept going as he shot a huge rope at least 4 feet out into the room, followed by at least 4 or 5 more contractions, oozing his warm cum across my hand and onto the floor. “Fuck!” He exclaimed as his body pulsed while I stroked every last drop of cum out of him, watching it drip from his cock and down my hand. It was a lot! It took restraint for me to not lick it all up for him.

I watched with my mouth open in amazement of what I just did and saw and I was ready to burst. “Damn dude, that felt so fucking good” he said as he was gathering his breath. I couldn’t wait anymore and before I even cleaned his cum off my hand I sat back, grabbed my cock and stroked it as fast and as hard as I could while I watched his beautiful cock still dripping cum from the end of it. I came so hard that it shot a rope onto his leg and all over the floor. “Fuck!” I said as I was cumming shot after shot onto the floor. He laughed as he was watching me saying “damn dude, that’s so much cum!”, as I finished getting every drop out of me. We both stayed there for a second, regrouping and catching our breath before Cliff walked back to the laundry room to get the towel to clean up our mess. When he came back he threw the towel at me and said “here you go” and I cleaned up myself and the floor, laughing as I said “I hope your mom doesn’t notice”.

After that we acted like nothing happened. We turned the porn off and he said he was going to bed and I was ready myself after what I just experienced. I laid on the couch while he went to his room and I just laid there with my mind racing staring at the ceiling, replaying everything in my mind until I fell asleep. I never thought my first time making someone cum would be a guy, but it was awesome and I always wished I would’ve set my fear aside and sucked on his beautiful cock. I still fantasize and reminisce about it to this day and it still gets me hard every time I do.

Fir background: I have been spending a lot of my time recently hiking and camping deep in nature with a guy I’ve been traveling with/dating for a while.

This is a story from around a week ago when we go caught in a rainstorm.

"I think this will have to do" he exclaims as we finally reach a flat-ish piece of grass close to a small bubbling stream.

We've been hiking all day through these mountains in South America and neither of us like the look of the dark, building clouds rapidly approaching us. We dump our backpacks on the ground and quickly remove the tent from our backpack. We've set this tent up many times and it doesn't take us long before we're pushing the pegs into the soft earth.

Fat raindrops begin to fall from the angry looking clouds as push our bags inside and climb in after them.

It's a tight space and we have to take it in turns to unpack our roll mats, sleeping bags and the various other items that we need.

5 minutes later the rain is stronger and we're both lying on to of our sleeping bags reading our kindles or messing around on our phone.

An hour later the rain doesn't seem to be improving and we're beginning to get hungry. It's also starting to get dark.

"Fuck it, let's cook in the tent" he announced, clearly irritated at the fact that we can't really leave the tent. He unzips the door and we start to prepare dinner. Luckily we've got a small outdoor area which is covered by the tent so at least we're not getting rained in.

I begin to cut up the half an onion and carrot we brought with us as he unpacks the stove, gas and pan.

The tent gets a little damp inside from the steam as we cook but it's not the end of the world. Eventually, we're lying back in the tent with a hot bowl of pasta each.

"What are you smirking about?" He asks me and I laugh to myself. For the last minute or two I've been looking at the bulge in his pants. The way he's been sitting has lifted up his pants and the big, fat bulge is obvious to see.

He just laughs and feels it himself. "Guess where my balls are" he smirks as he eats a fork full of pasta.

"Here?" I ask and grab where I think they would be. In my hand however I only feel part of his dick.

I laugh again and feel around, someone the tight trousers and the lying down has caused at least one (I'm not sure) to sit above his cock.

Sitting back I finish my dinner but my brain hasn't moved away from thinking about the big bulge in his pants and the beautiful cock within.

We place the bowl and pan outside the tent to clean when the rain stops whilst my hand moves back over to his pants. I'm damn horny and I know exactly what I want to do while we're stuck in this tent.

He moans a little as I unzip his pants and pull around his semi hard and gorgeous cock. Moving over I slip it into my mouth and easily take it deep into my throat

It's starting to get bigger and harder as I slurp, spit and gag on it but I'm still trying my best to deep throat him.

He's moaning my name as I pull it out of my mouth and we both undress me. He starts moving down to eat my pussy but I just want that damn fat cock filling me.

I push him back down, staddle him and let out a sigh of relief as he begins to fill me. It takes a few minutes before I slip all the way down onto his cock and I can easily ride.

My head is hitting the top of the tent as I bounce my thick ass on his cock before he pulls me down. His soft, warm lips are quickly on my neck driving me crazy as he begins to thrust up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" we both moan as I begin to bounce harder and faster. His hands are spanking and grabbing my ass as I get closer and closer to cumming. One of his fingers begins to tease my asshole and this extra sensation causes me to tip over the edge and cum all over his fat cock.

This doesn't stop him and as I'm cumming hard he's pulling me up and pushing my ass down as he pounds me hard. I'm screaming and moaning as I get fucked like a little whore until I'm begging for him to pump me with cum

He doesn't disappoint and I'm quickly filled with his warm seed as he growls and groans.

We lie on top of each other, comfortable in each others embrace before I realise I'm full of his cum... And I need to leave the tent to get cleaned up.

The rain is coming down harder than ever.

“Fuck… you should have cum in my mouth” i laugh

Now we study together in the same class and he is quite the naughty type of guy who makes a lot of jokes about fucking me or basically anyone for that matter and tells me about what he'd like to do with different people. Now I'm not really attracted to him per say but I've mustrubated to sucking him off and being fucked by him before and even had a wet dream of it once.

Now here's where it starts,we went outside for some random buisness and since in the end we were near his house we went there,his family wasn't home atm and we were inside his room.(Fyi he's a crazy mustrubater)And like always he started to grab my ass expecting me to probably push his hand away but this time I leaned closer toward him, grinding my ass against his crotch slightly, he asks me if I want to do it and I say "whatever you want I suppose" and he starts touching my cock over my pants,I make him stop and make him remove his pants and ask him to mustrubate as he usually does but this time my hand was jerking him off and I even sucked his thing.

Now both he and I only had one idea,we both went fully nude,kissing the other as I rubbed myself against his cock and pressed my ass against it as he slowly pushed it inside (I played with my ass sometimes so it wasn't that bad) and we even took a video of him taking me from behind~ and after he came inside my ass I could feel it flowing down so I spread my ass towards him with the cum flowing out (my face also towards the camera) and asked him to take a photo of it, it was so hot, afterwards we kept looking at porn and stuff together as I kept licking his cock

Chiemi’s body fell onto the bed with a heavy thud. She was exhausted from work - Fridays after a payday are always the worst. Filled with middle-aged men, exhausted from their work, drinking loudly and being boisterous. Her limbs were tired from the multiple trips from tables to the kitchen, busing beers and whatever dishes these men stuffed into their faces.

There was one thought that kept her going - her upcoming trip overseas with her boyfriend. Though physically she was only walking within the restaurant, mentally she was touring the streets of Italy, looking for the perfect pizza shop. Or strolling down a busy night market in Thailand.

Last week Chiemi and her boyfriend had finally decided to take the trip, and both of them put in for days off at their respective jobs. The next step was to decide the destination. Both of them had ideas but neither could narrow it down to one locale in particular. As such they made a file, shared to the cloud, where they could post ideas on potential destinations. Today Chiemi had been so busy at work that she hadn’t had the time to touch her phone let alone look at the file, but she had dreamed up a few new possible destinations, and wondered if her boyfriend had added to the file in the past day.

With Chiemi’s phone battery near death, she plugged it in, tossed it aside, and picked up her laptop, opening it up as she lay on her side on the bed. She navigated to their cloud storage folder, and found the file they’d created. 

But…there was something else.

The trip file was only the second newest file. The first newest was what looked like a video. In the thumbnail she could see a woman giving a blowjob…so, some kind of porn video. That wasn’t relevant to what Chiemi was focused on, so she almost ignored it as she slid her finger across the trackpad to select the trip file.

…Almost ignored it.

Chiemi couldn’t quite figure out why, but something about this bothered her. Do men save porn videos? To a shared cloud, no less? Why would her boyfriend save this? To her knowledge he didn’t watch all that much porn. Actually, lately their sex life had become somewhat stale. Chiemi was hoping that the overseas trip would help breathe some new life into it. Exotic, romantic locations, a hotel room all to themselves. Maybe this was a video that her boyfriend wanted Chiemi to watch. Like - hey, this is the kind of blowjob I want you to give me.

Chiemi very nearly talked herself into ignoring the video. But her curiosity got the best of her, as she moved the mouse away from the trip file and over the video. With her heart pounding in her chest, she tapped on the video icon.

Almost instantly, Chiemi felt sick to her stomach. The woman was someone she’d never seen before. However the cock she was sucking was one that Chiemi was very familiar with - it was that of her boyfriend’s. She knew it the second she saw it, and as if to confirm, his familiar voice moaning out “Oh, that feels so good” confirmed it. Horrified, Chiemi immediately clicked back.

Calm down, Chiemi thought to herself. That could be an old video, an ex-girlfriend. But even if that were the case…why would he still have it? Why was it uploaded recently?

Chiemi didn’t need to spend time asking questions. The answers were before her. She was terrified of what truths those answers held, but now her fingers moved on their own, seeking clarity. She right-clicked on the file and selected properties, and a new window popped up.

The timestamp on the video was two days ago. 8:34 PM.

Two days ago…Chiemi quickly picked up her phone. Two days ago…sure enough, wasn’t that when… She opened up her messaging app and quickly scrolled up. Two days ago…

6:18 PM Chiemi: Hey, finished work already? What’cha doing?

6:29 PM Taro: Yeah, just finished. Gonna go out with some coworkers for drinks tonight.

6:36 PM Chiemi: I see. Don’t drink too much and don’t stay out too late!

6:47 PM Taro: It’s fine.

8:55 PM Chiemi: Have you thought of any new trip destinations? I know we mentioned Bali, but maybe we can cross that one off the list…

11:32 PM Taro: Bali? Yeah sure, I wasn’t too excited for that either.

…A five-hour gap in which he didn’t reply to her. Plenty of time to…

The letters 8:55 PM seemed to glow at her. Chiemi looked at the computer screen - video timestamp was 8:34 PM. Almost as if driven by instinct at this point, Chiemi reopened the video, and fast-forwarded to the 21-minute mark. 

By this point, the woman had stopped sucking his cock, and was now laying on her back on the bed. The man was rubbing his cock up and down her pussy folds, teasing her slightly, before slightly pushing the head of his cock inside of her. The woman gasped at the penetration, her eyes clouded over, her mouth slightly open. The man also let out a slight moan as he gently pushed deeper inside of her.

*buzz* *buzzbuzzbuzz* *buzz*

And there it was. The final nail in the coffin. Chiemi’s boyfriend had set a unique vibration pattern for her, and now she heard that vibration, very clearly, as if vibrating against the fingers holding the phone taking the video. 

Chiemi’s heart sank. Her boyfriend was cheating on her. And taking videos of it. Was this something he was into? He never asked her to take a video. …Why not?

With more than enough proof, there was no need to keep watching. She could have stopped the video, sent a very angry text to her boyfriend, and then started the process of moving on with her life. She could have. But just as her fingers moved on their own before, this time they failed to move. Chiemi’s eyes remained fixed on the screen. 

The woman had a slender frame, with dirty blonde-dyed hair. Her somewhat petite breasts swayed slightly as her boyfriend pumped inside of her with his cock. Her face scrunched up as she moaned, seemingly in rhythm with the thrusts. 

Is this what he likes? Chiemi couldn’t help but to wonder. 

In some ways this was the opposite of Chiemi. Chiemi’s hair was also dyed, but a darker more auburn shade. Chiemi was more full-figured - a thick body, and firm, C-cup breasts that often got the attention of drunk customers at work. She was always aware of how they bounced during sex, but didn’t know if that was appealing to men or not.

Chiemi was transfixed on the woman in the video, wondering what this woman was doing that she did not. As she watched, Chiemi felt a familiar stirring between her legs.

Am I getting turned on? Why? 

Chiemi reached down, slipping her hand under her panties, and letting her fingers touch her own pussy. She was a little surprised when she touched the wetness.

…Why?

In the video, her boyfriend was now thrusting even harder into the woman. In turn the woman’s moans matched, in between whispers of “it feels good.” Chiemi watched as her boyfriend’s cock slid into the woman repeatedly, each thrust sending new waves of pleasure throughout her body. Chiemi’s pussy seemed to respond in turn, wanting to feel the same.

But it wasn’t just that. A different part of Chiemi felt jealous of this woman. This woman, who was worthy of being filmed, and having someone watch this and get excited. Surely her boyfriend had saved this video so he could watch it and pleasure himself to it later. Even Chiemi found that she hadn’t pulled her hand back, instead was now lightly circling her wet clit with her fingers. 

Am I not worthy of being filmed like this too? If people watch me…won’t they get excited too?

With her free hand Chiemi took her phone and opened up her internet browser. Within dozens of tabs - potential trip locations, dresses she wanted to buy, and random other pages, she navigated to a certain one. …Chiemi had her secrets too. With their sex life having slowed down recently, Chiemi had to take care of herself quite frequently. At first she used her imagination, but finding herself running out of ideas fast, she turned to porn. That too began normal, until one day she stumbled across a certain genre - big black cock. The page she opened was that of a BBC porn video she’d looked at just last night.

She opened the video again. She watched as the actress took the black cock into her mouth - she could only fit less than half - and worked it. Chiemi marveled at not being able to fit all of a cock inside of her mouth. She then watched as the actress laid down and took the black cock inside of her. The actor slid inside of his partner slowly and gently. Chiemi looked at her face, contorting in pleasure as the cock went deep inside of her. Chiemi’s pussy now throbbed, wondering, almost begging to experience the same sensation. Chiemi’s middle finger had been vigorously rubbing her clit, but now it went down and slid inside of her. Chiemi gasped slightly at the penetration. She imagined what she might look like on a video screen, someone watching this, stroking their hard cock or wet pussy as they watched her contort in pleasure.

Chiemi pushed her finger deeper inside of her, but it wasn’t enough. It never was, and especially not now. 

Navigating the best she could with her left hand, Chiemi opened a different app. To prepare for their overseas trip she’d downloaded some language-learning apps. Lately she’d made contact with a black guy. Though at the time she was conscious of BBC, her intentions had been mostly pure, just wanting to brush up on English. Those intentions now though had changed completely.

***

Chiemi stood on the street, smoothing out her white dress. She felt a little nervous, but not nearly as guilty as she thought she might. If anything, the pulsating feeling between her legs was starting to become unbearable.

Chiemi had invited her black language partner out to meet her tonight. He probably thought she wanted to practice her conversational skills. Chiaki had another idea in mind. It wasn’t long before she spotted him - he was very tall, with a large frame. Almost unconsciously Chiemi wondered how big his cock would be, and the instant she thought that she felt her pussy throb, impatiently wanting, needing to be filled up by it.

Chiemi greeted the guy with a big smile. He probably thought she was being friendly. Chiemi was already imagining what she’d look like on video, and the thought of someone getting excited to see her take a black cock couldn’t help but to put a smile on her face…

My friend and her bf stayed over at mine the other weekend and after watching me touch myself on one of those evenings he decided to sneak into my room and use me while my friend was still asleep.

I woke up to him rubbing my pussy through my underwear and slowly turned to him as he began to kiss me. It was all happening so fast. He then positioned me to go on top of him I started dry-humping him while he kissed my neck. Fuck it felt so good.

He then pulled down my underwear and started to rub his dick against my clit before the tip of his dick began to stretch out my pussy as I took in every inch. I clenched my pussy tight around his dick and I began to ride it hard while he embraced me. It all felt so good that I came multiple times, drenching his dick with my thick milky cum. He told me he couldn't wait and wanted to cum and so I whispered in his ears to cum hard for me.

He held me by the hips and moaned as he released his thick load inside of me. I remained in position for a while before he cleaned himself up and returned to his gf.

I had planned to meet Dinah (F22) near my apartment for some long overdue fun between the two of us and we agreed that my garage would be where we do the deed! I had an extra mattress with a box spring in there so I laid it flat and gave it a sheet so we could have some fun!

I met her in a nearby parking lot and walked her to the garage. Opened the door and let her in before any potentially nosy neighbors could spot her. Once inside we both quickly kissed and appreciated feeling one another again! Slowly I kissed her over to the mattress and laid her down.

I kissed her soft and passionately as our clothes came off and I felt my hands down to her wet and moist pussy. As usual she was already soaked for me…and I was eager to make the most of our time. Sliding my fingers inside of her to stimulate her sensitive g-spot while I sucked and nibbled on her perfect nipples . It was not long before her body was stiffening in pleasure and she orgasmed on my fingers. I kept going until she begged me to slide inside her.

Once i did I slid all the way in and kissed her deep again. Despite the tough exterior she prefers to exude I knows she loves passionate and romantic sex. So that’s what I gave her with long and deep thrusts that kissed her cervix while simultaneously kissing her lovely lips, neck, and nipples. Whispering into her ears how beautiful she is and how amazing she feels.

Despite how much she loves, missionary and romance… I knew that what she really wanted was for me to have her bent over. So I moved her to her hands and knees, and mounted her from behind. Sliding inside of her once again and feeling her cervix welcoming each thrust. I knew I wouldn’t last long inside her anymore and so I told her to tell me what she wanted. She giggled and said “breed me daddy!” I did not hesitate to finish my thrusts, and finally bury myself as deep as possible inside of her, an empty, the contents of my balls. As I pulled out I was given a lovely view of the mess I had just left her perfect pussy.

After some kisses and hugs, we quickly got dressed and prepared to leave. I opened the garage and walked her back to her car. I gave her a final hug and kiss goodbye before sending her on her way with my seed leaking out of her and some candy I had purchased for her.

After some short errand running, I returned home and met with my wife(F26). We were getting ready to go have dinner with my parents and she asked for a shoulder massage because she was feeling very stressed from the days. As I massaged her she confessed that she was getting turned on. It made me laugh and chuckle. Despite my dalliances we maintain a decent sex life for a married couple with young kids.

I teased her that we need to finish getting ready so we aren’t late to see my parents. But she looked back at me and kissed me….and I knew that we weren’t going to be on time. She needed it now… so initially I planned to just give her orgasms with my fingers to tide her over. That proved fairly easy as I know exactly what my wife loves.

However, while I was fingering her, I felt my own cock spring back to life and so I chose to take her. Before I did she quickly enveloped my growing cock into her mouth and helped get me erect again so I could be inside her. Unlike with Dinah there wasn’t soft and sensual passion to start with my wife. There was raw and sensuous need. I pounded her like her life depended on it and quickly brought about another orgasm for her….and surprisingly for me as I filled her up with a decent sized load which quickly leaked out of her making a similar mess to Dinah’s.

I quickly helped her clean up and we finished getting ready. Dinner with my parents went well as my wife spent the entire evening with renewed energy and vigor (amazing how some good sex can make a day all the better!)