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I’m a 28 yo male, my wife and I separated a little over a year ago amicably. We just fell out of love that kind of thing but we’re still kind with each other and our families which is a good thing since we have children together.

About a month ago I broke my hand at work and had it locked in a cast for about 6 weeks. Since I wasn’t able to do anything like button up my own pants my ex mother in law volunteered to come stay with me for awhile and help me out especially on my weeks with the kids since we are kind of far from my own family. We had a lot of slip ups since we weren’t very used to living together. There was a couple times I’d walk out into the kitchen for a drink in the middle of the night and she would be out there in her underwear or just a baggy shirt doing the same thing. There was also more than a couple instances I’d walk out of my room in the morning in just my underwear sporting full morning wood forgetting that she was also there.

One night about 3 weeks in I caug... continue reading

I travel a lot for work, usually just a few days here and there in either North America or East Asia, with my favourite places in the world being China and Japan, so when an opportunity cropped up to spend a whole quarter in Japan I jumped on it, dropped my rental and upped sticks halfway across the world.

Now I work in an industry thats heavy on broker and sales relationships, which means a whole lot of boring and not-so-boring meetings, handshakes and getting to know people that I generally only want to make money off of. Japan has been a fun if not slightly uptight version of all of this due to the amount of inter country travel I’ve needed to do either by myself or usually with a few coworkers.

Most of my colleagues are older slightly chubby men, now thats not really my type so I’m going to skip over that trauma inducing image to talk about Shiori.

She’s about 5’3 and slender in that kind of graceful and pretty way. To match that petite frame she has nice, perfectly proportioned... continue reading

I was 18 and still a virgin. I landed a summer job in another city and stayed with my aunt to save money. She was in her 40s, with a thick build. Her husband was away those 2 months as well due to work. She had two sons that were already at university, and one daughter my age who was there with us..

When I was younger I had met her a few times only at family events. Initially when I moved in, everything seemed fine, I met her and her daughter, we had dinner together. The next day I began my summer job.

Now I mentioned I was a virgin but I was also a bit desparate/frustrated those days. In the evenings I spent most of my time watching porn and jerking off in my room. Not gonna lie, I did some pretty desperate things back then. A week in, I started fantasising about her daughter, I just couldn't help it.

She was beautiful and pretty busty for her slim figure. I used to picture her naked till one day I just couldn't help myself. I snuck into her room while she was out, and went throug... continue reading

Vera and I are in our early thirties. We've been married for six years. She had two men before me, and I had a few women. Our marriage is like a well-oiled machine: sometimes it creaks, but overall it's a joy. We try not to stagnate in bed: toys, role-playing, light BDSM. But there's one taboo that Vera guards with the tenacity of a border guard. Her ass. More precisely, the entrance to it. My finger—go ahead. My tongue—for God's sake. But my dick—no way. "It's all tight down there, I'm scared, it hurts, let's not do it now." I didn't push. I waited. Sometimes we fantasized out loud before bed: I'd whisper to her how hot it would be if a third person, experienced and patient, took her there for the first time. She'd blush, giggle excitedly, and quickly come from these conversations. But it never went beyond fantasies. And then there was the district clinic and an appointment with a proctologist. Vera had been experiencing discomfort fo... continue reading

For anyone who didn’t see the first post: I showed my friend nudes of my wife recently. He told me he wanted to fuck her. I said yes. She went along with it. I invited him over. She answered the door in a tight crop top and tiny booty shorts with nothing underneath. I watched him fuck her on our couch until he pulled out and came in her mouth.

I loved every second of it. Still do.

But today has been… different.

I woke up hard, replaying everything. She was already in the kitchen making coffee like it was any other Sunday. Kissed me good morning. Asked how I slept. Acted completely normal. I almost started to think maybe the night before had been this intense, private thing we’d just quietly put away.

Then I later noticed her phone has been going off more than normal today.

I didn’t say anything at first. Just watched her. She kept checking it every few minutes. Small smiles. Sometimes she’d bite her lip. Once she actually laughed under her breath and turned the screen away when... continue reading

I was deep into the most boring quarterly report on Earth when I heard the laughter outside. That wasn’t unusual: my house, my pool, my twenty year ikd daughter home from college for the summer, and her best friend basically living here since Memorial Day. What made me look up from the hellish Excel grid was the way Bella’s laugh got sharp and scandalous.

They were out there again, perched on rafts with drinks in hand and not a care in the world. I could see them through my office’s big glass door, both in bikinis that looked like they’d been shipped to the wrong address. Bella wore a cherry red number that screamed “Daddy’s paying tuition” and left almost nothing to the imagination. Scarlett, her friend, was the real hazard: fit, all tan and curves and that “porn name” energy, her long black hair wet and wild. If there was a contest for which one looked more like they belonged on a clickbait ad, I wouldn’t even know who to bet on.

I told myself to get back to work. Instead I just li... continue reading

So this is a story I've told exactly nobody in real life and I figure this is the place for it.

A while back some personal stuff happened and I ended up moving in with my best friend Jess and her boyfriend Ryan for a couple months to get back on my feet. For what was honestly a rough time it was one of the best situations I could have been in. Jess is one of those people who makes everything easier just by existing.

We were those type of best friends. Like genuinely those ones. Doors open, making out at parties for fun, zero weirdness about bodies or any of it. She'd been jokingly telling me I was welcome to watch her and Ryan since basically day one and I'd always laugh and go to bed.

One night we were all on the couch after a long week, a movie on that none of us were actually watching, drinks happening. Jess had shifted at some point so she was sitting sideways in Ryan's lap, his arms around her, and at first it was just that. Comfortable and normal. Then I noticed his hand moved... continue reading

A couple years back after graduating highschool, I found my best friends mom on social media sex site called fet life. Even though her face was blurred out of every single one of her photos, I recognized some of the pictures from her Facebook. When I went on to read her bio, it confirmed everything else. She had recently gotten divorced from her husband just a year prior and only had 1 son who was away at college. As I kept reading her profile, I stumbled upon the list of fetishes she was into. In total, she was into 88 different fetishes and had another 46 she was curious about. One of those fetishs stood out amongst the rest. That being consensual non consensual. 35 of the 43 short stories she had written on her profile involved CNC and her getting man handled. It was kind of ironic that’s what she was into considering she could probably beat up the average male who didn’t train or workout. Matt’s mom was basically known in our town as a workout junky and even taught yoga, boxing, an... continue reading

I offer a story from life, where the details and names have, of course, been changed, but the emotions are very real. A trip out of town with a big group was my Alena's idea. She generally loves getting everyone together—my friends, her girlfriends. It's loud, fun, and almost always ends with dancing around the campfire. This time we're going to a new place; someone mentioned there was a small lake and an old bridge there. I'm driving, Alena's next to me, and in the back, the friends are discussing something, music, and the smell of summer coming from the open window. We arrive. The clearing is excellent, the grill is set up quickly, and the girls are laying out snacks. Alena is wearing a light sundress today, her hair tied up, but a couple of strands have come loose from the wind. I look at her, she catches my eye and smiles, a knowing smile, as if to say, I know what you're thinking. We haven't really seen each other for a week; we've both been work... continue reading

I was with my girlfriend and her sister. We slent the day hanging out and shopping at an outside mall complex. Her sister was staying the night. I let them have the evening out in the living room while I watched some TV from the bedroom.

I got up to refill my water cup at around 11pm and when I walked through the living room, only her sister was awake still. My girlfriend was passed out on the couch. I probably should've had more clothes on than my sleep shorts. You could definitely see my dick print and her sister was looking at me the moment I walked in.

I guess its my house, and if I want to walk around shirtless, I can. Her sister walked over and started talking to me. I watched her eyes going all over my body. Who doesn't like a big strong man though? Haha

"God I wish my boyfriend had a body like yours." She said.

I was flattered, but needed to make a joke. "Well, thank you, too bad big muscles mean I have a small dick?" I said and laughed.

She didn't laugh. "I know thats a... continue reading

I've been hooking up with this guy Felix on and off for a couple months now. Casual, nothing serious. Mostly just fun. He knows I'm trans obviously, and he's so into it. What we have is honestly great. It's easy. Good sex, low drama, and minimal time investment required. The only unusual thing about it is that Felix has a girlfriend, and he hasn't told her about me.

To be honest that actually isn't all that unusual. It is shockingly common for many straight guys with girlfriends or wives try to hook up with me. I deal with it all the time, and I must admit a part of me loves being their secret fantasy. I play into a lot too. Anyways.

Last week he texted me something different.

"My girlfriend wants to meet you."

I didn't know until now that his girlfriend knew about me. Which, fine, maybe I should've asked more questions. I assumed I was more of a secret thing. But he explained. I guess recently he and his gf Tessa have been talking about adding other people into their relationship... continue reading

We found a karaoke bar near Jacksonville a few weeks ago. Fun crowd, cheap drinks. Everything was great, except this one puny young guy (21-25) coming up to my wife, Elle, and flirting with her right in front of me. The “me” of 20 years ago would’ve taught him a brutal lesson. The “me” of today knows my wife is coming home with me, and any attempts from another man to woo her are a waste of his time.

When she shot him down, he sulked like a kid who’s told he can’t have a candy bar at the store. Just sat there with a pouty face the rest of the night.

Now here’s the thing. We’re a hotwife/swinger couple. If he’d have been respectful, interesting, and acted aware of my existence right beside her, it might’ve happened. It’s happened in the past for others who’ve played their cards right.

The karaoke lady was kind of “I’d fuck her but wouldn’t date her if I were single” hot. Big tits, cute face, a little softer around the middle than I’d prefer. I could tell by her demeanor when we in... continue reading

I was home visiting family for the summer. My job requires me to travel extensively, so honestly, I’ve never been able to have much in the way of a stable life. This has resulted in me socializing mostly through apps or old flames from my past. They reach out occasionally or I poke around and see if they’ll bite. Well, about ten years ago I was in town and I threw out my usual texts to the pretty girls from my past.

No response.

That was OK and not unusual. They’ve gotten lives and I’m from long ago. So I did a bit of Tindering and had a couple dates lined up. Not hard when you look stable and have a nice life. The competition isn’t too fierce in those things.

But then she hit me up. We’ll call her Phuong. She was someone I’d hooked up with a few times a while ago but the sex was so damn good we kept each others numbers for years after. A hookup at my empty house and another in a hotel had resulted in a video Id kept on my computer for years. She had on a black hood. Handcuffs. She... continue reading

My girlfriend Emily had this way of melting into a couch. She’d drape herself sideways over both arms, toes wedged into the cushions, phone glowing over her head. The second I sat down next to her, she snuggled in, wormed a leg over mine, and found the zipper on my hoodie without looking. It was only our third official week as a couple, but we already had a routine: Door, couch and tongues.

I liked it. I liked her. I liked the little noises she made when I palmed her hip and how she’d laugh into my mouth whenever she caught me staring at her instead of the movie. Emily was cute in a college sophomore, “girl next door if the next door was a juice bar” way. She was slim, always smelling like fruity shampoo and minty chapstick, hair up in a ponytail that probably had its own TikTok. I’d never dated someone who could flirt and finish a podcast at the same time. I thought maybe I’d try to hang onto this one.

We were mid-makeout, the kind that’s more biting than kissing, when I heard the f... continue reading

We don't live together anymore but I think about that year more than I probably should.

We'd been roommates since the start of college. She had a boyfriend who came over a few nights a week. I had an FWB situation. We were both happy with our respective arrangements.

And also secretly with each other.

It started one night when we were both a few drinks in, venting about our separate situations the way you do when you're comfortable enough to be honest. We ended up close on the couch and then closer and then she kissed me and I kissed her back and that was that. She slid her hand into my underwear without making it a question and found out immediately that I was already wet which I'm still a little embarrassed about. She worked two fingers inside me slow and kept her thumb on my clit and I came on the couch cushion we used for the rest of the year without a word about it. I pulled her underwear down after and returned everything she'd done with my mouth and she grabbed my hair with b... continue reading

The downpour came on suddenly, turning the street into one solid wall of water. I'd just picked up my order at the door—a tall paper bag with the Maru-sushi logo—and was about to close the door when I noticed the delivery girl in a light yellow windbreaker and shorts standing on the porch, helplessly watching the torrents of water fall from the sky. Her scooter lay forlornly wet by the curb. "Come in and wait it out," I suggested, retreating further into the hallway. "It's been such a blast for an hour." She hesitated for a second, then stepped inside. The hallway immediately smelled of rain, asphalt, and something sweet—probably her perfume. I closed the door. Now we were standing alone in my bachelor apartment: me barefoot, in shorts and a T-shirt, and she soaking wet. Her thin windbreaker clung to her figure, and I couldn't help but notice her neat breasts, visible through the wet fabric, and her flat stomach. She pulled off her windbreaker, and I almo... continue reading

My little sister, Luna, and I were on a trip to our mom’s best friend’s farmhouse. We had a secret relationship, and with my sister being a horny eighteen-year-old beauty, and my own attraction to her undeniable, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. But she took things a bit too far just as we were about to have a movie night with our mother and her best friend, Cristy.

Luna and I sat close, our hips pressed together, exchanging glances. “I need to get something,” she said, scurrying off to our bedroom. She came back with a blanket. “It’s chilly in here,” she said, gently draping it over us as the room grew darker. Mom just smiled at us, probably thinking how cute we looked, though I suspected Luna had another reason for bringing the blanket.

“Here you go,” Cristy said, handing us a bowl of popcorn.

Luna placed it in the middle. She grabbed a piece, raised it to my lips, and said, “Open.”

I did, letting her pop it into my mouth. I glanced at her briefly, but she just smiled,... continue reading

This happened a few weeks ago and I've been thinking about nothing else since and I have nobody I can tell in real life.

I matched with him online a couple weeks back. Handsome, tall, the kind of face that tells you he's heard it before and is mildly bored by it. We texted, we met for drinks, I brought him home because the drinks confirmed what the pictures had implied.

What the pictures had not implied was anything about what was in his jeans.

I saw the outline through his underwear when we were kissing in my room and I stopped. Just stopped. He looked at me, looked down, and had this slight smile like he knew exactly why I'd paused and had enjoyed every version of this reaction before.

I got my hand around him and my fingers did not meet. I want to be clear: I have normal sized hands. They did not meet. He was thick in a way I'd never encountered before, the specific thickness that makes your hand feel small and makes your brain run a quick nervous calculation about what comes ne... continue reading

I don’t know why, but sometimes mutual masturbation is just so much better than sex. Last night my buddy Jake came over. We haven’t ever fooled around before but we got a little tipsy. I told him I was horny and wanted to touch myself so he said let’s do it. We went to my room and I put on porn that we chose together. I got naked first and he just stared at me. I got out a vibrator, laid down, and started having fun. He was amazed, and then he laid down next to me and took out his cock. It was way bigger than I expected, I don’t know why he’d have a small cock but it was probably 8 inches and too thick for him to completely grip. Soon I found myself just watching him stroke his cock and not even watching any of the porn. I noticed he was just watching me too.

I played it up a little bit and moaned louder than I normally would. I then started directing him. Telling him when to speed up his pace stroking his cock, when to slow down, when to touch his balls. He said he knew we weren’t f... continue reading

Hi everyone. My name is Kristina. I'm 21 years old. I'm a final-year student majoring in design. I'm of average height, with natural, shoulder-length blonde hair, gray eyes, and an athletic build—I've been involved in track and field for three years. I'm single and have been dating my boyfriend for a year. Last weekend, I drove from Vladimir to a small village to visit my grandmother—to drop off some medicine and groceries, and to check in. My car, a brand-new Kia Ceed, was bought three months ago on credit. I turned on the GPS, but, as often happens in the wilderness, it took me down a shortcut through the forest. The asphalt ended abruptly, giving way to a broken dirt road, and after the recent rains, the road turned into a mess of mud and clay. I still drove on. I'm not a timid girl, and it was a shame to abandon the car. I drove about three kilometers. Then the front wheel sank into a deep rut, the bottom sank to the ground, and the car began to hum helpl... continue reading