I’ve always been the type of wife that believes, in a funny way, that how you treat husbands is very easy. And this is outside the obvious requirement for deep connection, friendship, intimacy, and great sex that follows.

But at its core… If you fuck them, suck them, and feed them daily…You will have one happy husband. It’s a model I’ve lived by for years that has served my marriage well. I’ve even joked that part of his success in his career is because of it.

This afternoon…I got in my car at work and drove over to my husband’s office…Walked in his office, shut the door and handed him a lunch that I picked up on the way…Got on my knees and sucked the life out of him for 10min.

Then I just got back on my feet, kissed him and said “have a nice day” - and came back here to my office, quite pleased with myself.

And now I know I have one very happy and relaxed husband. And that makes me happy. I’m sure the rest of the day will be a good one.

Married many many years. :)... continue reading

i went hiking alone earlier today, which i do sometimes when i want to think about nothing. wore a sundress because it was hot and i don't like being sticky and uncomfortable. i also, and this is important, did not put underwear on. which was a choice i made very casually while getting dressed and then thought about for the entire drive to the trailhead. not regretfully or anything. just. aware of it. aware of every little bit of breeze. very consciously enjoying the situation i had put myself in

the trail was quiet. maybe two or three people total, both going the other way. nothing happened for the first mile or so except me being extremely physically conscious of what i was and wasn't wearing and enjoying that more than i probably should have

there's a flat rocky overlook spot halfway up where you can see down into the valley and i stopped there for a while. the breeze was hitting and i was aware of everything and feeling kind of reckless and good and not in a hurry to move

a guy... continue reading

I’ve always kind of known I was a slut. Even before I ever did anything for real, I was constantly thinking about it. I’d sit in class and daydream about being used, or walk around in little crop tops and short shorts pretending I didn’t know guys were staring. But I knew. And honestly, I loved every second of it.

I’m 18 now. Petite, blonde, with perky C-cups and a body that gets stared at almost everywhere I go. I still live at home, and something about acting sweet and innocent while secretly being the biggest slut just turns me on so much. It makes everything feel hotter, like I’m getting away with something.

That’s exactly how I felt the night I walked across the street to my neighbor’s garage. He’s older, probably mid-twenties, super hot, kinda rough looking, and he’s always given me these looks. Like he knows I’m trouble. That night, he had a few friends over and they were drinking in the garage. I showed up wearing tiny shorts and no bra under my hoodie. I said I was just look... continue reading

**Everyone in this story is over 18 years old.**

Hi everyone. Sorry in advance if this isn’t the longest orraunchiest story out there, but I really wanted to share and maybe even get some advice. This happened over the weekend between myself and my longtime family friend, Brianna.

Some background: Brianna and I’s parents are best friends from before we were born. When Bri and I were in preschool, our families moved into the same neighborhood, so from that point on we pretty much grew up together. We’re only a few weeks apart in age. I’m an only child, she has one older brother (who graduated college and is living on his own).

Bri and I have always been close, not exactly like brother and sister but maybe cousins. We were really close as kids, but stopped hanging out for most of middle school. Back then our parents made a lot of jokes, asking if she was my girlfriend, if we were gonna get married, etc. It made us kind of uncomfortable and so for a while, we didn’t really see each oth... continue reading

I hated all the pre-wedding chores. My best friend had decided to throw a big ceremony, and as best man, I was forced to wear a tuxedo. Not just buy one, but have it custom-made at some fancy tailor. A nasty autumn rain was drizzling outside, and the prospect of hanging around for an hour or two while they took my measurements was depressing. The Velvet Atelier was located in the basement of an old mansion. Inside, it was dim, cozy, and cramped with endless rolls of fabric. I gave my name to the receptionist, and a minute later she came out to meet me. Her name was Elvira. She couldn't have been more than twenty-eight, but she carried herself with that calm, slightly haughty grace that comes from women who know their worth and their craft. Her jet-black hair was pulled back into a high, sleek ponytail. A strict black pantsuit clung to her figure, emphasizing her slender waist and the sharp curves of her hips. Underneath the jacket, she wore an ivory silk blouse, and I could have... continue reading

These past months I've been tutoring a girl in biology. She's on her last year of high school and needed help with the subject, and since I'm studying biochemistry I thought I'd help her out.

For the most part the classes were completely normal, we just solved problems in her room and occasionally took a break to chat. Even though I tried to keep it as professional as possible I noticed every now and again she would compliment how I looked, rest her hand on my arm for a while until I moved, or messaged me randomly just to chat.

This was very difficult to resist, and to be honest she's insanely hot so for the last few weeks I stopped trying and started actively flirting with her.

For starters she's about 1.50m tall (5'0 I think) while I measure at 1.90m (6'3), so the size difference was driving me crazy. She has tiny tits and a huge toned ass from gymnastics, along with beautiful legs. She's a tanned brunette and wears glasses which gives h... continue reading

I don't write much about my early sexual experiences. But I have written openly about my former strict religious upbringing.

You see, they have to raise whores somewhere.

I'd often house-sit for families from church when I was just out of high school. Babysitting was never my thing. But a whole house to myself? Yes, please.

Alone. Young. Bored as fuck.

*And so fucking desperate.*

Online orders fixed that for me over time. I will never forget that first cheap plastic Amazon purple vibrator dildo. And how hard I came in their bed while fucking myself in awe of the pleasure. Legs spread wide open. Completely naked.

It was so forbidden. And hot. And intense. I kept fucking myself endlessly in their bed.

I hope her husband smelled a young pussy on those sheets when they came back from their vacation.

I've ordered boxes of ass plugs, dildos, vibrators, lingerie, nipple clamps to their homes... and I fucked myself in their kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms, living rooms...

I became... continue reading

I work at a school. a new female teacher joined my team and we shared an office together . I’m 32 years old and in good shape. she was same age and very hot. For first few weeks at school we were friendly and got along super well. after work on a Friday we decided to have some corner beers.

She was a little tipsy and told me she wanted to say something on her mind but was afraid. after some convincing she straight up told me she has a fixation of giving blowjobs and wish she could everyday. my heart began to beat so fast but I calmly said I wish that could be me. I’m married btw and so was she. she smiled and said she hoped I would say that. we walked over to a hidden corner and she sucked me for a few seconds.

after that day, she gave me blowjobs regularly at work. there was a big storage area and we built a little cubby in the back of it. it was the best working year of my life my life but unfortunately she left the school after the 1 year.... continue reading

My best friend has an 18-year-old brother who can sometimes be a little asshole. He once told us how one of his friends was the only virgin in their group. The more he talked, the meaner he got, making fun of his friend. It really pissed me off.

Apparently his friend "B" had lied about sleeping with some girl. I've met B and he’s genuinely a nice guy, just very shy and a little awkward. I started defending B and asked how my friend’s brother even knew he was lying.

He said it was obvious because B could barely talk to a girl. I told him some girls actually love quiet, shy guys.

The next few times I saw B at my friend’s house, I was extra nice to him. I complimented him whenever I could and laughed at his jokes. He’s actually really funny when he speaks up. He just needed a little confidence boost.

I got a chance to speak to B alone and steered the conversation toward what he’d told my friend’s brother. It got quite deep, and he opened up. It was true, he was still a virgin. At some... continue reading

There are probably healthier ways to help someone get over a breakup, but possibly none as effective (or hot) lol

Everyone on our little desk island knew that Tom had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and we were all trying our best to tread carefully around him, making sure not to make any jokes about how much it sucks being single etc. For the most part, we had been doing well, but he had still been staring into space or going out to “grab things from the car” multiple times a day.

It had only been a week since the breakup, and almost everything seemed to trigger him, so when I saw the calendar reminder pop up on his PC screen–”VACATION WITH JULIE!!!!”–I knew he was gonna be kinda fucked.

Sure enough, he stared at his screen for a moment then just pushed his chair back, standing up from his desk and walking toward the little supply closet down the hall. I watched as the door closed behind him, expecting him to reappear quickly with a handful of pens or notebooks. But he didn... continue reading

So last night I finally got a reply from this girl telling me that she wanted to come by and grab her panties as her boyfriend would be back in town soon. I was getting ready to head out on a date with another girl I had be messaging, but I quickly blew her off since I’d been going crazy thinking about this influencer non stop since the weekend. I’d even jerked off to her photos online an embarrassing amount and knowing that I still had her dirty panties in my possession got me even more aroused. Needless to say, she had me fucking obsessed, and I was desperately craving this nasty anal bitch so bad I’d have done anything to see her again.

It was pretty late by the time she showed up at my apartment. My cock had been rock hard in anticipation since her message and I couldn’t resist slowly edging myself a few times to her profile to the point where my balls were getting blue and sore. I tried to play it cool but I was already a leaky cum brained mess by the time I greeted her at the d... continue reading

Evening descends on the village early. The pines rustle anxiously, sending gusts of cold wind down to the ground. The air is thick with the smell of rotting leaves and stove smoke—someone in the neighborhood has already stoked their fire for the night. I return from a walk along the lake and turn up the collar of my jacket. I spot her on the dirt road leading to our row of plots. She's walking away from the bus stop, bending under the weight of two large bags. I don't recognize her right away—we saw each other a couple of times in the summer, greeting each other over the fence. Now she's wearing a chunky knit sweater, rubber boots, and the hood of an old windbreaker pulled over her head. But her gait—smooth, slightly tired—recognizes her as the neighbor. I catch up with her and offer to help. She looks up at me—light, transparent, squinting against the wind—and silently hands over one bag. We walk side by side. I steal a glance at her. Her sweater is loose, but a gust of... continue reading

So, for context, my wife is a heavy sleeper. Her and her sister (I’ll call her Jane) are really close, and early on, my wife had accidentally shared some pictures with her and was rather talkative to her about our sex life. My wife and I are 31 and 32, her sister is 28. Well, we shared an Airbnb with her side of the family one night and we were told she may need the extra bed in our room. The night went on, my wife and I slept and my SIL, we’ll call her Sarah, stayed up downstairs so I assumed she wasn’t going to need the bed. The room was small, illuminated by the alarm clock red light but had our queen bed and a double.

Laying there in bed, feeling especially horny, my cock began to press against my underwear as I laid in bed thinking of my wife. I made my way to the attached bathroom and continued, took some time, then made it back to bed, still stroking myself.

I laid back, had the blanket at my ankles and was slowly stroking myself cock. Then, in the “empty” bed in the room I... continue reading

Back in the day, my friend Alexa and I came up with a handshake together that would finish with my hands on her tits and her hand on my junk. It would go something like this: hand slap, back hand slap, normal fist bump, top bump, bottom bump, arm slide, hip thrust, grope.

The grope was obviously the best part. My friend had DD boobs that somehow defied their weight to appear perky. Each time we did the handshake, I had an excuse to have my hands on her tits while she grabbed my junk. It should come without a surprise that I would frequently get hard right afterward.

It’s not like we were shy with each other during the groping part either. When we originally came up with the handshake, we both agreed we had to grab AND squeeze. There was no point in touching each other if we couldn’t enjoy it. Alexa and I definitely had a lot of sexual chemistry with each other.

Before we came up with the handshake, we had hooked up a couple times so it’s not like it was our first time exploring eac... continue reading

I hadn't planned this business trip and, frankly, I didn't want it. But the department head was down with hypertension, and I desperately needed to sign the paperwork in Saratov, otherwise the plant would be shut down for two weeks. So, on Friday evening, I was shivering in a reserved seat carriage with my travel authorization in my pocket and a bottle of cognac in my bag—just to keep warm. The carriage was old, the air conditioning wasn't working, and outside was a chilly October day. Volodya Kravtsov was supposed to meet me in Saratov—we started together at the branch about ten years ago, then he moved here, got married, and settled down. Since then, we'd seen each other a couple of times at corporate events, and only briefly. When I called to let him know I was coming, he was delighted and immediately declared: you're staying with us, no hotels, don't even think about it. I didn't argue. Hotels in Saratov are a real treat. His wife met me at the statio... continue reading

Growing up I spent a lot of time at my uncle’s house. He had a pool, a game room, a giant backyard with four wheelers, a theater room, but most of all my cousins. I had a blast running around that property. Then one day it all ended. He went through a very messy divorce, not in a financial way, but in a custody dispute. My aunt was evil, vindictive, manipulative and an overall terrible person. I never liked her but I still respected her because that’s what you do as a child. She ended up getting custody and my cousins soon became a distant memory.

Then, when I was 18 my uncle remarried! His new wife, my new aunt, Aunt Lisa. She was awesome! She was kind, sweet, generous, and very smart. She was everything my original aunt wasn’t. 5’7” shoulder length brown hair, killer body. She’d wear the tiniest bikinis in the pool then walk around the rest of the day in them. I stared just like any normal male would, but it never went past that point. However, the ride home from our annual family t... continue reading

Throwaway account because I had to talk about this SOMEWHERE. I don't imagine it'll be a problem since I don't think any of my coworkers have reddit, but better safe than sorry.

Okay, so, this happened just two days ago now, and I'm still in disbelief that it happened.

I (M21) work as a board operator at a radio station. It's the chillest job in the world, I spend most of my time just babysitting the place, staying there just to make sure nothing goes wrong. I'm usually on my phone playing games or scrolling, but I'll switch to my work computer if I hear someone walking closer to look busy. It's a great job.

Ocassionally, my coworkers will walk by and make small talk with me. I'm the youngest one there, and they are all significantly older than me. Some in their 40's and 50's, I think there's one 70 year old guy. Still, it's nice to chat with them sometimes, especially on more boring days.

One coworker, who I'll call Kat, looks nowhere close to her real age (If I remember correctly... continue reading

Ever since he broke up with his girlfriend for cheating on him, he has been turning to me for support. We have been super close friends for almost ten years but it has never been sexual between us until now. The first time we hooked up happened the day after they broke up. He was over at my place and he was crying in my arms and somehow we ended up fucking. I let him finish inside me and ever since that day we have been at it nonstop.

He told me that his girlfriend never let him cum inside her, so I have been making it a point to always ask him to cum in me. I honestly think it is really cheering him up because he is getting over her way faster than I expected and I think I have a big part to do with that. Ever since the first time he has been coming over as often as he can and we have been fucking like crazy.

Even though they only broke up a week or two ago and they were dating for years, yesterday he told me that he has put more cum in my pussy in the last two weeks than he put in... continue reading

We decided to celebrate New Year's at our place—it's been a while since we've had a group over, always feeling either short on time or short on inclination. My wife, Lena, got the idea back in November: she planned the menu, created the contests, and sent out the invitations. Lena is a stately woman, a natural blonde with a short haircut that reveals a graceful neck, C-cup breasts, and the pleasant curves of her hips, which she was a little self-conscious about, but which I adored. There were about ten guests. The table was groaning under the weight of salads and hot dishes, champagne flowed freely, and the chimes of the clock struck, making the neighbors' ears pop. Around three in the morning, the crowd began to slowly disperse—some called taxis, others walked, fortunately living nearby. Only Marina remained, a close friend of Lena's, whom she'd known since infancy. Marina was the complete opposite of my wife—tall, with a bob cut, flaming brown hair, green e... continue reading

Mentions of: \[Lesbian\] \[Power Play\] \[Edging\]

Everyone in this story was at or over the age of 18 at the time of occurrence.

There is a lot of background, everything makes more sense with it but if you don’t care about the build-up, you can skip to the spice at ///. This story is quite tame/wholesome but it leads to more. Part 1 of ?

I’ve (F) always been quiet, but I don’t mind chatting with anyone who initiates. In school, I was a bit of a floater. I’d always done my own thing and tagged along with people whenever I felt like it. As a result, I wasn’t exclusive to any one group and had a collection of acquaintances from different circles.

My reputation amongst the cheerleaders started with Holly (F). She was only a couple inches taller than me, sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and athletic with really great legs. We had a lot of classes together and she often went out of her way to talk to me. It was always small talk but, nevertheless, warm.

One day, she asked to do homewo... continue reading