We agree that I’ll stop by her place and pick up the rest of my stuff. Just some clothes, knick knacks and a tooth brush. This time it’s for good. Really.

She greets me at the door in pigtails and a thin sundress. Voice soft, eyes wide, arms twisting shyly behind her back. Twirling around on her toes like she’s got a secret she wants you to pry out of her. A true coquette. She looks so cute.

I should have prepared for this. Two weeks ago we agreed to take a “break” because I was too much a coward to break up with her outright. The distance has done me good. A weight has lifted off my chest. No more arguing, no more games…. The only thing I really missed was the sex.

And now she’s trying to drag me back in. Like a succubus. She’s in my space. Watching me pick up my stuff. Trying to corner me. Talking soft and gentle and sweet.

Emily is used to getting what she wants. Tall, thin, small breasts, monster ass and thighs. A southern belle, she’s got an innocent look that... continue reading

This is the story of the first time I cheated on my wife. It was about 6 years ago.  If people like it I’ll post other stories and how my infidelity evolved our relationship in some interesting and hot ways.

I work in an office of mainly women. I have a flirty vibe with a couple of them but up until this point it hadn’t gone further than that. One of my coworkers in particular, Nora, is the most flirty with me. Her teams messages are always super bubbly and she uses emojis and usually some sexual innuendo. In person it’s much more than that. She’s young, maybe 22 or 23, long dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, freckles and a tight body that she flaunts around the office.

Around this time my team was tasked with a big project that had me working like a dog. I’d go in early, come home late, and my wife wasn’t happy about it. We were fighting a lot. Why am I making ever dinner when I work too? We don’t spend quality time together during the week and then you’re so burnt on the weekends t... continue reading

My name is Daniil, I'm 21. Summers at our father's dacha were always a strange mix of boredom and tension. Especially after he married Irina two years ago, and she burst into my life—Maya, my now half-sister. She was 19, and she was the embodiment of everything that both drove me crazy and terrified me. Not the kind of beauty you see on magazine covers, but a real, natural beauty. Bright red hair that she always wore in a messy ponytail, freckles on her nose, and gray eyes that could see right through you. We lived in the same house, our rooms separated by a thin wall, and I could hear her tossing and turning at night. We constantly bickered over trivial things—who washed the dishes, what movie to watch—but beneath this game of "evil brother and sister," something else smoldered. Something forbidden, something sharp, something that took our breath away when our hands accidentally touched at the dinner table. We both felt it. The estate stood on the edge of an old, de... continue reading

It seems any time my girlfriend and our friends are drinking, I end up naked. That's exactly what happened recently. We were all at my girlfriend's house drinking. It was me, my girlfriend, and five girls. We decided to play truth or dare. My girlfriend was giggling a lot so I knew she was up to something. It started off slow. We were kissing each other. Everybody's shirt came off. But then, during one of my turns, things got a bit crazy.

I said dare and one of our female friends said, "I dare you to let me handcuff and blindfold you and have one of us fuck you." I was so surprised that she said that. I turned towards gf, because it's up to her whether I fuck other women. She told me to go for it so I said, "Fuck it let's go." gf was in charge of getting me naked, which she did very quickly. My dick was so hard. I got so excited being naked in front of other people. I sat in a dining chair that was placed in the kitchen. Then she blindfolded and handcuffed for me to the chair. She an... continue reading

So me and my best friend have been friends for over 6 years. We loved double dating with our wives till one drunk night.

So it started off chill we went out to eat and after we went to the club where we all got pretty drunk. We took an uber to my place. We got home and my best friend and his wife layed on our couch and we were just chilling there. Till my wife said she was going to the bathroom and a couple mins later my best friend asked if he can use our second bathroom. So it was just me and his wife (we will call his wife Maria), I never sexually fantasized about her till that moment. She was wearing a loose blouse that only covered her breasts and a skirt that was super short. We were talking and talking till she pointed out the boner coming out of my pants. She was laughing while I felt embarrassed so I said I’m sorry. She right away took off her blouse showing her big beautiful breast. I was stunned, I never thought in a million years this will happened. I told her that she wa... continue reading

Unfortunately she lives in another city where our company has another branch, about an hour and a half away from me, so since that conference there was never a convenient time for us to get together for another hookup, although we've kept in touch and remained friendly. But when I wrote that story last week about the hookup with her, it got me really really craving more sex with her. I reached out to her last Tuesday and asked how she was doing and how her holidays were, and after we had exchanged some pleasantries and caught up, I told her that I have been running missing about how great our hookup at the conference was, and how maybe we should get together soon for an encore. She said that sounded like a great idea - and then asked what had gotten me thinking about that? "Just craving some younger pussy again?" She asked me.

I debated for a moment what to say, and then thought, fuck it, might as well be honest. I told her how something I really get off on is the online exhibitioni... continue reading

I grew up with two close friends, and although we’ve drifted apart over the years, some memories still stick with me. One of them began during my friend’s 18th birthday weekend. I was a few months older, and the three of us planned to stay over at his mom’s house after the party. His older sister, Anne, she was 20 then, was home from college for the celebration. I’d always had a crush on her.

After the party we stayed up late playing games. After we dozed off, I woke up to use the bathroom. Anne was up as well using her laptop in her room. She was finishing up some last minute homework for college at her desk. We end up talking and flirting for a while. As she gets into her bed, she takes off her pants right in front of me, still wearing her underwear before crawling into bed. Being a bit dense, I thought that was some kind of nonchalant way she was telling me she was done with this conversation and was going to fall asleep. I turned away at first, making my way to her door. I... continue reading

"Name and date of birth?", he asked, routinely.

"I'm Koz, January 5, 1986.", I said, bored, since I'd repeated that about five times since I'd come in.

"OK sir, I'm going to need you to undress from the waist down. You can leave your shirt and shoes on but just have your pants hang out below your knees. Then I need you to lie down on that medical chair and I'll lower it.", he said.

"That one? The one...with restraints on the side?", I asked, a little surprised to see a chair like that in a doctor's office. This wasn't a urologist office I'd found on FetLife after all.

"Yeah that one. We like to make sure our patients stay still during the procedure", he confirmed. "I'm helping the doctor today I'll show her in shortly. Lie down, take a deep breath."

I did as he instructed, internally grinning about what a weird sight I must be for a fly on the wall - limp-dicked-ly lying flat on a medical chair, shirt on, but bottomless with my pants and underwear hanging by my ankles, a bright LE... continue reading

My girlfriend (F24 at the time) and I (M24 ATT) were crashing at her parents' place for a week while contractors tore up our apartment. Her folks are super nice, but they're always around . Cooking, chatting, watching TV, so privacy was basically zero. We hadn't fucked in days, and the tension was killing us. Every brush against each other in the hallway, every stolen kiss when no one was looking, just made it worse. We were both walking around half-hard/half-wet, whispering dirty shit under our breath like "I need your cock tonight" or "I'm gonna suck you dry the second we get a chance."

After dinner one evening, we were all just hanging out at the kitchen table, bullshitting about nothing. Her parents announced they were heading to the basement to watch some show, their footsteps echoed down the stairs, then faded out. No sound came back up. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the TV downstairs.

My girlfriend looked at me with that devilish grin she gets when she's feelin... continue reading

I met him (I'll call him Alexander) at one of those special private parties thrown by a good friend of mine, a lover of BDSM and other perversions. He'd taken a not-quite-spoiled young woman as soon as she'd stepped foot in the "modeling" agency, and had played with her—me, that is—to his heart's content. The circle of guests was relatively small, but it was hard work, as they say, and the pay was quite decent. I worked with my friend Angela. She played the top, and I the bottom. Something between a themed session and porn theater. I won't go into detail, as that story is about something else. I'll just say that by the end, securely restrained, I was being fucked in all three holes by everyone who wanted to. It wasn't exactly a crowd, but it wasn't easy to endure it all, especially anal, no matter how thoroughly Angela lubed my ass beforehand. During the session, I don't think I ever truly came, but afterward, when they untied me, finished... continue reading

Our sex life exploded since her friend moved in with us …

I really wasn’t sure about it at first. Her and I never really got along that well anyway. In fact, we seem to piss each other off often. But I will say I never question how she’s feeling. She is very authentic and honest to a fault. And sometimes she can be so mean and it pisses me off so much. My wife has had to tell us to chill out more than once.

So when I found out my wife was allowing her to come and live with us for an indefinite amount of time, I was a little apprehensive.

But she ended up being pretty chill. She seemed genuinely grateful that we were helping her out. And to be honest, it is nice having her around. She’s smart and funny and deeply opinionated, and can make me roll my eyes sometimes, but she also makes me laugh. And she makes my wife laugh. It’s been a good hang. And she’s helpful around the house. She is so much fun with the kids.

One night I walked down the stairs and I hear music playing in the ki... continue reading

Recently me and some friends were over my girlfriend's house. We were drinking, and very bored, which normally leads to some very fun games. We were thinking of playing strip poker or truth or dare, but my girlfriend had a better idea. She wanted to see if I would be able to tell which of her friends was blowing me if I was blindfolded.

I was free use for three of her friends there, so I had fucked them and gotten oral from them a lot. So those are the three that would be playing. A few of the guys there wanted to play but me and gf both told them no. This was my game. So like I've done so many times, I got naked, which was so much fun. gf placed a towel on the couch and I sat down. She got a bandanna and blindfolded me.

The unknown woman started stroking my dick with her hands and then she started blowing me. She started off real slow and then built up speed. Besides trying to figure out who was sucking my dick, I was also trying not to cum quickly. The blow job was that good. I s... continue reading

My stepmom Diana has pretty much always been in my life. She married my Dad, Patrick, when I was young, five years old to be exact.

The whole time I’ve known her as far back as I can remember she has been a quiet, mousey mom-figure in my life. She is never too overbearing, never yells at me, never grounds me, nothing. If I ever did something to upset her, she would leave the room with a disappointed sigh instead of trying to control me.

I remember purposefully testing her patience over and over, yet she never cracked in front of me. She would shake her head, turn away from me and then disappear to another room. Yes, I did try following her a couple times to continue my annoyance. During those attempts I was met with her stone cold face and silence. The lack of emotion did its job to scare me away.

I stopped being a menace to Diana when I was a bit older. We got along better and she continued to be a supportive stepmom, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning and pretty much all the other... continue reading

My whole life changed after my wife, Innochka, graduated from law school and got a job in a law firm. I started noticing a change in her life. No, she didn't act any different around me. She just started paying more attention to herself. She started going to the tanning salon, and the fact that she was tanning in a swimsuit was obvious from the untanned stripes on her body, although you couldn't really call what she was covering herself with a swimsuit. Her fingernails had grown noticeably longer, and her nail polish had also become a more aggressive, bright red, as had her lipstick, which matched her nails. Her lips were naturally plump, as if pumped up by something, and she said her lipstick matched her nails. She stopped wearing tights, only stockings. If she wore a business suit under a skirt, she wore stockings with elastic bands, and if she wore pantsuits, she wore stockings with a garter belt to hold them up. Shoes or boots were strictly stiletto heels. She had to buy... continue reading

This is the update I didn’t think I’d write. It’s the update you guys urged me to pursue, and believe me, I went all in.

Firstly, if you need to backtrack and read how this got to this stage, here’s the link below to Parts 1 and 2.

In all honesty, his shyness indicated this wasn’t going to happen. I decided to make the move, knowing he’d masturbated over seeing my tits, not only on the gift mug, but also the photo, I felt powerful.

I am the older woman, after all, so it’s arguably my duty to lead.

When closing at work, I waited until it was only he and I. I know by now when a guy’s horny. You can see it in their eyes. I felt he’d checked my ass out all day. I approached the subject.

“You know what I love about working with you the most?” I smiled.

A playfully confused look from him, I followed up with, “checking me out when you get the chance.”

I turned around, bent over, and pretended to look for something. I laughed, and he confessed, “yep, caugh... continue reading

When I was in my junior year of college, I lived in an apartment with one roomate, Jen. We had been roomates since our time in the dorms, and were super close. We would go to dinner with each other's families, go home with each other on some weekends, and all sorts of other things.

One weekend, she let me know that her brother and one of his friends were going to stay with us as they toured the college. Both were seniors and 18 at the time. I knew her brother Ben somewhat well from my time knowing Jen (yeah, the rhyming names were a running joke for us), but I didn't know his friend Mark.

They showed up Friday afternoon, and we took them to dinner. We planned a night in with a couple friends coming over, drinks, snacks, and hanging out. Ben has always been super shy, he was a tall, skinny guy, dark mid length hair. Mark was more of an average build, sandy brown hair and blue eyes.

We were all sitting around drinking and we started off by telling embarrassing stories of Jen in front... continue reading

Soooo this one happened about five years ago in a particularly slutty period for me. I’d been flirting with two guys in the office at once, and it all culminated with me inviting them both over on the same night…

The first knock came at seven twenty-eight. I opened the door to find Tom on the mat, hair slightly damp from the drizzle outside, hoodie unzipped over a soft black T-shirt, a carrier bag of snacks in one hand and a share-size bar of chocolate in the other.

“Wow,” he said, eyes flicking down my body and back up quickly. The blue pajama shorts sat high on my hips and barely covered my ass. The top was tight and farrrrr too small; soft cotton that hugged my chest and lay loose over my stomach. I hadn’t worn a bra. Don;t judge me. I was fucking HORNY.

I laughed. “Thanks! Thought you might enjoy seeing me out of my office clothes for a change!”

“Well…yeah! You look awesome.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, turning away from him, letting him see how short the shorts were. I was pretty su... continue reading

The last bus from the city to my remote district center. Ten o'clock at night, exhausted beyond belief. The bus was half empty—a couple of students with headphones in the front, an old woman with bags by the driver, and me in my usual window seat at the very back. Rain streamed down the window in slanted streaks, the streetlights flickered like garlands. I buried my face in my phone, thinking only about getting there and collapsing into bed. At the stop near the business center, she glided onto the bus. She walked unsteadily, holding onto the handrails. She wore an expensive burgundy coat, a pencil skirt, and heels. Her gaze was empty, slightly glassy. The air smelled of frosty air, perfume, and... whiskey. She walked slowly across the bus, swayed, and plopped down on the seat next to me, even though there were plenty of empty seats. “Sorry,” her voice was hoarse, tired. “I’m just... here. Okay?” “Yes, of course,” I moved towards the window. She shrugged off her coat, crumpling... continue reading

I can’t sleep. It’s eating me alive, and I have to get this out.

That morning my wife’s best friend walked in on me getting out of the shower. I was naked, dripping, towel in hand. She froze. Stared. My cock—thick, heavy, hanging low—was right there, and her eyes locked on it. Wide. Hungry. I could’ve covered up faster. I didn’t.

All day she kept glancing down. Every outline in my shorts, every shift—she bit her lip, crossed her legs. I knew she was wet. I was half-hard thinking about it.

Then my wife left for lunch.

My wife’s best friend was at the kitchen sink. I came up behind her, pressed close, asked if she was still thinking about it.

She pushed back. Ground against me.

I yanked her shirt up, shoved my hand in her panties—she was soaked. Two fingers deep, and she moaned.

I pulled my shorts down. Rubbed my hard cock along her, then pushed in slow. She gasped, “You’re so big—” I stretched her open inch by inch until I was buried deep.

I fucked her hard against the counter.... continue reading

*Names and locations changed. This is the one story I’ve never told anyone.*

I was 32. I’d been with Sarah for almost two years: long distance, New York to Providence. She was very hot, but very religious, like actually religious, not performatively, which I respected but could be a challenge.

But a couple of years in, our situation was long distance and I was living in corporate housing in Rhode Island, working on a client engagement that was supposed to be three months and kept extending, and I was wound pretty tight. I’d been dealing with it the way I deal with everything: I ran.

Marathon training. The idea was that if I exhausted my body enough, it would stop asking for things.

The night in question- I’d just finished a brutal day at a Boston conference. Eight hours of stakeholder management, which if you’ve never had the pleasure is basically smiling while people who don’t understand what you do explain your job to you incorrectly. Then a ten-mile training run that morning, be... continue reading