A few days ago, my girlfriend, her sister Stephanie, and some other friends (2 guys and 2 girls) were over at my place. We were drinking when gf suggested that we play truth or dare. I was surprised that she said that because with her sister here things could get kind of weird. Would they be making out or flashing each other? Everybody else wanted to play so I said fuck it let's go.

As always, things started off slow. People kissed each other. Eventually everybody had at least their shirt off. At some point, after more drinking, things got intense. It was my turn again. I said dare and gf said "I dare you to fuck me on the couch". It got quiet for a second. I thought she was joking, but she wasn't.

We have fucked a lot in front of girls and guys, but never in front of her sister. We've never even talked about it. But here she was asking me to do this. The guys were pushing me to do it. I look over at Stephanie and she says, "You better say yes". I nervously say OK.

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A few days ago, my girlfriend, her sister Stephanie, and some other friends (2 guys and 2 girls) were over at my place. We were drinking when gf suggested that we play truth or dare. I was surprised that she said that because with her sister here things could get kind of weird. Would they be making out or flashing each other? Everybody else wanted to play so I said fuck it let's go.

As always, things started off slow. People kissed each other. Eventually everybody had at least their shirt off. At some point, after more drinking, things got intense. It was my turn again. I said dare and gf said "I dare you to fuck me on the couch". It got quiet for a second. I thought she was joking, but she wasn't.

We have fucked a lot in front of girls and guys, but never in front of her sister. We've never even talked about it. But here she was asking me to do this. The guys were pushing me to do it. I look over at Stephanie and she says, "You better say yes". I nervously say OK.

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I know the other women at church like my husband.

I see them. The way they hold his gaze a beat too long. The way they find reasons to touch his arm when they talk. The way they laugh at things that aren't that funny. And I'm not a bit jealous. I married him. I get to take him home.

But Marcy is different.

Marcy practically drips. Slides right off the pew, she gets so wet.

She never wears a bra. She might not think she needs to, those tiny breasts barely making a shadow under her blouse, but wow. Her nipples are hard to miss. Little points pressing through cotton, through linen, through everything. And whenever Mark enters a room she just kind of... stops talking. Mid-sentence sometimes. Her eyes drift off and narrow as she focuses on him. Tracks him like a lab tracks a rabbit.

She's always laughing at his jokes. Always finding excuses to touch his arms. Her husband Darryl doesn't seem to notice, or maybe he's just decided not to.... continue reading

Back when I was in college, I worked on DoorDash sometimes to make extra money. I usually wore leggings and a cute top.

Well, this one particular Friday night, I was wearing black leggings with this yellow crop top. I didn’t wear a bra because I simply wasn’t feeling. I wear one almost all of the time because my heavy tits need the support, but sometimes, these girls just need the freedom.

I start accepting and delivering orders. The night is going normal. I get the usual amount of glances at my chest. Pretty standard. I always get attention like that even if I’m not wearing anything particularly revealing. I’m simply too busty to hide.

A few hours in, still before sunset, it starts pouring while I’m in a restaurant waiting for an order. Great. I didn’t bring my rain jacket. I usually check the weather and bring it if it might rain but I forgot this time. The food is ready, I run it to my car. I’m all wet and cold. I turn off the AC and just hope it stops raining by the time I get t... continue reading

During his absence, Michael asked me, among other things, to tidy up the pool in the backyard, as I'm an expert in that area. This time, Amanda greeted me politely, mindful of the spanking. By midday, I'd tidied up the pool and the surrounding area, then returned to the house, thinking of ways to further amuse myself with the girl. Amanda was in the living room watching television. I noticed two voices coming from behind the door; her sister, Mary, apparently, was not alone. "Amanda," I began, "your brother asked me to fix the pool in your backyard, and I did it. I don't know if you can use it..." Amanda gasped in excitement, then clapped her hands and exclaimed: - Hooray!! Thank you so much! I can swim now! With these words she ran to the door, opened it slightly and called: - Come in, let's go swimming! “Amanda, who did you call?” I asked. - Mary, she has her friend now... "Amanda, when I was cleaning the pool, there were a lot of piles of feces... continue reading

I’m 26 and have a neighbour who is about 55 and has kids around my age that went to school with me so I know her quite well and have done my whole life. I recently started going to my local gym and noticed her there a few times and we had passing conversations during our workouts, the usual ‘how’s things etc etc.’

I thought nothing off it until she started complementing my body saying ‘wow you look great, I can see the gym the really paying off for you!’ I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking her so I decided to message her in Facebook and to my excitement she replied instantly.

We were exchanging messages getting flirtier and flirtier with us having a little bet and a forfeit…. She said she was under the influence during this conversation so she didn’t mind agreeing to something a little crazy. The bet entailed whoever isn’t in the best shape come the end of winter, the loser person has to give the winner a shower and hand wash them, she widely accepted which made me so horny sat... continue reading

We never spoke about it after, and I found out later that she was still with her boyfriend. I haven’t seen her since that project since we worked in different teams. However a couple of weeks ago we got back in touch since work had organised for us to go to a conference together to present the outcome of our project, so we met up to talk about our presentation. I secretly hoped that she’d bring up our hookup since I’d been thinking about her a lot after finding out we’d be working together again, but she was strictly professional and went on as if nothing had ever happened.

About a week later we were headed to the conference. I tried not to think about that night since I figured that nothing else was going to happen with her and didn’t want things to be weird between us. We sat next to each other on the plane. We spoke a bit about our presentation for most of the flight, but towards the end she leaned in and whispered something in my ear.

“Do you want to know what happened after y... continue reading

A bit of context, I was eighteen. I knew what sex was, of course. We joked about it with friends, I'd seen a few things online, but at that time it all felt distant and abstract. That summer, for one of my last all paid vacations with my parents, we went to see friends that have a house in the south. We know this family for a long time and their two girls and boy was almost my age, just a bit older.

And that last day, our families were eating on the terrace of the house near the pool while I was with their child on the deck chairs. After a moment, it was so hot that I just decided to stay in the fresh pool, so I slipped into it and leaned against the edge, still talking to others.

I have this odd habit of always needing to play with something in my hands while talking. So, while I was in the pool, I started playing with the powerful water jet, it created a current that made my hand float in front of me, like when you hold your hand out of a car window. The sensation was pleasant, and... continue reading

Samantha and I continued to text as the night went on. She of course had to be a little discreet, as she was out with my sister and the whole friend group, so her responses were not the quickest. I didn't mind as it gave me time stroke my cock and edge. I also sent her a few more photos and videos throughout the night.

Her: "You need to stop, you're going to get me in trouble."

Me: "Do you really want me to stop?"

Her: "No, but you need to because I can't stop looking at it. It's driving me crazy!"

Me: "Are you thinking about what it would feel like to have my cock stretching you out?"

Her: "Yes, but you'd have to go slow."

Me: "Why, not used to something this big?"

Her: "Fuck no! My ex wasn't as big as you and even he had to go slow."

Me: "Then I'll have to make sure that pussy is dripping wet before I plunge my cock into you, giving you slow, deep strokes. I want you to enjoy every inch of me."

Her: "Fuck..."

Me: "Do you like slow, deep strokes?"

Her: "Mhm"

I decided to s... continue reading

Everyone in lecture called him “Quiet Ben.” 5'10", messy brown curls, glasses, always in flannel, the guy who actually read the textbook and raised his hand with thoughtful answers. I’d been crushing hard all semester. Last Thursday our study group turned into just the two of us at his off-campus apartment after everyone else bailed.

We’re on his couch, notes everywhere, wine in coffee mugs. He’s nervous, keeps pushing his glasses up, finally blurts, “I really like you.” I kiss him before he finishes the sentence. It’s soft and sweet at first, then hungry. Shirts come off, he’s lean, swimmer’s shoulders, cute happy trail. I reach for his jeans and he actually stops me.

“Hey… I should warn you, I’m… not big. Like, objectively small.”

He looked so embarrassed I almost laughed, but instead I kissed him again and said, “I don’t care. Let me see.”

He wasn’t lying: maybe 4.5 inches hard, slim, perfectly straight, cute upward curve. Honestly adorable. I dropped to my knees anyway and too... continue reading

Pushing my hair over my shoulder, I inadvertently run my fingers down my neck, brushing against my collarbones, and a warm wave of memories, desire, and pleasure runs through my body. No, he never does that - our desire when we meet is too strong for such unobtrusive foreplay - but for some reason it is this reflex of my body that my memory associates with him, as, indeed, many others, and it is so attractive with its delicate, sharp sweetness, like the taste of caramel-mint ice cream. This chain of associations, memories and desires is impossible to break - although I have never tried, why would I? I close my eyes and imagine his hands unbuttoning my dress, his fingers touching my breasts, freeing me of all excess fabric. They squeeze my nipples, and they instantly harden, and I feel the growing wetness below, under the lace of my underwear. Then his lips encircle one nipple, then the other... And I want to press him to me, I stroke his hair, stretch my whole body toward him, archi... continue reading

This one takes place about 3 years ago. If you've read any of my previous stories, you're probably familiar with Vicky. If you're not, let me fill you in: As a grad student, I taught one semester of math to freshman college students, one of whom was Vicky. We matched on Tinder during finals week, had a good time, and eventually had a long relationship that is far too complicated to describe here. Sometimes exclusive, sometimes open, sometimes more like friends-with-benefits, sometimes long distance sexting buddies, and everything else in-between. At the time of this story, we were comfortable just being FWB.

I was feeling a bit horny one night, so I sent her that one gif of the dude with a mustache raising his eyebrows and it zooms in closer each time. I'm sure you've seen the one, if not, Google it and you'll know what I mean. That was sort of our own little shorthand for "let's get it on" when we didn't really care about all the formalities. The customary response was the gif of Rob... continue reading

The flickering blue light of the television was the only thing illuminating the room, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. I’d squeezed onto the end of the couch, my daughter Chloe on my left, her best friend Ava on my right. The movie, some loud action flick, was just background noise to the strange, cramped intimacy of the shared blanket.

My left side was warm from Chloe’s proximity, but my right… my right side was on fire. Ava had shifted slightly about twenty minutes ago, her leg brushing against mine. An accident, I’d thought. Then it happened again. And then she’d left it there, the heat of her thigh a brand through my thin cotton pajama pants.

I tried to focus on the exploding cars on screen, but my entire world had narrowed to that single point of contact. *She’s just comfortable. She doesn’t mean anything by it.* My own thoughts sounded pathetic, even to me. I shifted, trying to create a sliver of space, but the couch was too small, the blanket a conspirator holdi... continue reading

I was around 19 at the time this happened, and was quite naive and easily excitable.

Back then I worked for a small motorcycle dealership as a receptionist. I knew nothing about bikes, but I needed a job, and they hired me.

Sometime later I was offered an opportunity to earn extra money by helping out with an advertising campaign. The place was locally owned, small, and did all their own local advertising. When I asked how I could help, I was told it would be modeling. That sounded exciting so I agreed.

It was me, another girl who worked there that I was somewhat friendly with, my boss, and the photographer. Looking back I should have realized this wasn't a professional modeling shoot at all. But I was young and dumb and excited about my chance at being a model.

They had us wear a few different outfits, with the motorcycle brand logo on them, which were all revealing. The poses he had us do accentuated our bodies and sexuality, which should have really clued me in to what this was.... continue reading

Jackie wasn’t exactly a milf. She was a hot looking mid 30’s woman. Not sure that qualifies as MILF? She was a mom for sure and their kid split time with the father alternating 2 weeks each. I knew when the dad had him cause she would walk the dog past my house everyday. When she had the kids she was nowhere to be seen.

Jackie was a lean sporty type girl. Looked like she maybe was a dancer or athlete. She didn’t have a big ass or big tits. Maybe she’d been a showgirl. Not sure. But super pretty with long straight dark hair very tanned. Jackie exuded sex. I watched her walk the dog everyday at 4. After the 3rd day I assumed the kids were gone with dad. I wanted her so bad. The 4th day around 3:45 I walked the opposite direction in her route so I’d bump into her. Just like clockwork I came face to face with her. I played dumb. “Hi aren’t you from up the block?” Yes. I’m Jackie. You’re Steve, right? You played baseball with my ex. Yup. I'm a few years younger but I was on the team.

I... continue reading

I had moved in with Maria just over a year ago. Her place made more sense than mine seeing as it was closer to work for both of us. There was a bit of an age gap, she was just 24 and I was 36 so we had some lifestyle adjustments to work through but we got it all figured out.

The problem(?) all started about a year ago. Her parents moved out of state and her younger sister Kendra, moved in with us to finish school before she was off to college. We had a love/hate relationship. I hated most of the shit she did, she loved torturing me. Once away from her parents she thought she had free run. We were responsible for her and laid down the rules, and law when needed, but she pushed the limits for sure. One thing she loved to do was try and get me in trouble with her sister. She would always wear skimpy clothing, or just panties and a loose shirt. She's walk out of the bath with just a towel and know I was in the other room. When I would call her out or complain to Maria, she would... continue reading

Those of you who have been reading my posts, know that a while back, my girlfriend said I was to be free use for some of her friends. But now, when we go to a bar or club, she tries to find a woman to take home for me to fuck. To be honest, a lot of women are turned off by this, but we have found some. gf explains to them that this is a one time thing. It is not ongoing. It's always good to be honest and upfront about this. When this does happen, it is such an amazing experience.

Fucking a complete stranger in front of my girlfriend is so hot and I actually think my girlfriend is more turned on than I am. It would be great if she could join in for a threesome, but for now she just likes watching. I tell my gf she's turned me into a slut. But she says I've always been one. She's probably right.... continue reading

A cold wind drove gray, stinging snow through the streets, melting it into mud beneath the wheels of the cars. The city lived its own harsh, oil-fueled life. It wasn't pretty, but it was as strong as a fist. Those who didn't fear long months in the north, far from home, on endless shifts, made good money here. Pyotr was one of them. Milana, standing by the window of their old, not yet completely empty apartment, watched the twilight swallow the gray panel buildings. Longing. Deep, aching, like an aching tooth. She was twenty-seven, and she had spent most of those last three years waiting. Waiting for a call, a message, a return. Peter was her husband, her love, and her greatest source of anxiety. A tall, lean, dark-haired man with a stubborn chin and jealous eyes, he graduated from the Oil and Gas Institute and dedicated his life to endless business trips. She, on the other hand, was an advertising executive, or, as it's fashionable to say these days, an SMM specialist.... continue reading

This happened a couple years ago. I had just got back from California, I went there for a week for the Indian Wells tennis tournament (huge tennis fan, played it for 12 years). I stayed at the local resort hotel and brought my swim stuff. It was the day before the tournament officially started, and the weather was, of course, really nice lol so I'm doing laps in the pool (sort of, there's other people and it's not a particularly huge pool but I'm doing my best), and I get out of the pool in front of this sexy older woman. Probably early to mid 50s, a bit of gray in her blonde hair, but very good shape for her age, and big saggy tits.

So obviously as you know, swim trunks cling to your skin when getting out of water, so my admittedly huge soft print was extremely noticable to anyone looking, and this woman took the opportunity to say, quite loudly, "Damn boy that's a lot of meat!" I'm not sure what I was supposed to say in that situation lol but my face was getting hot so I just said... continue reading

My son is back for the holiday, which means his friends are hanging out at the house again. My house always seems to be hangout central for him and his buddies. One of his best friends is always hitting on me, and me being the tease I am, I have been toying with him over the past month.

My husband knows all about what’s going on, and he loves it. He encourages me to be slutty and lives that young guys want to fuck me, so he gave me the green light to do what I wanted.

Last night we had dinner and a this friend was there along with two other friends of my sons. He flirts with me and tries to touch whenever he gets the chance. I let him get me off a few weeks ago, so he’s getting more and more aggressive. So of course he sat next to me at the table.

It wasn’t two minutes after sitting down that he had his hand on my leg under the table. I was wearing a skirt, I come prepared. He rubbed my thigh all dinner and I teased him by opening my legs just enough so his hand could get between th... continue reading