I’ve always had a thing for being watched, but I never told my girlfriend. I figured she’d think it was weird. Turns out I was completely wrong.

We had her friend over one weekend during my junior year. She was staying the night after a night out, and she was walking around our apartment in this tiny tank top and nothing else underneath. I tried not to stare, but I guess I wasn’t very good at it.

My girlfriend caught me. She leaned in close while her friend was in the other room and whispered, “You keep looking at her. You want to fuck her, don’t you?”

I froze. She wasn’t upset. She was smirking like she’d just figured out a fun new game.

Later that night, after a few drinks, she casually asked her friend to come hang out in the living room with us. The lights were low, music was playing, and my girlfriend was curled up next to me on the couch. She started slowly rubbing my cock through my pants while pretending to scroll on her phone. I was already rock hard.

Then she looked at h... continue reading

We were all in our late 20s at the time and about half of us were single. At some point this girl Diana brought out this old book they'd found called "party games for filthy people" or something like that. We were laughing about how stupid some of them sounded, but I could tell a few of the wilder people at the party were a little intrigued.

One of them was to get two couples and have them race to change clothes with other and see which couple finishes first. Two couples, one of which I was close friends with, both jumped at the opportunity. Someone whistled to start the race, and both couples just started frantically disrobing. (note that the game specified you didn't have to change underwear unless you want to)

One girl just ripped her shirt off immediately and bent down to take off her boots, which her boyfriend took as an opportunity to undo her bra from behind. It started to fall off, and she was laughing about it, halfheartedly holding the bra half-on with one hand and sorta co... continue reading

My best friend and I decided to go on a trip together. We had both been working all year and needed a break so we planned a week to go on a road trip. We’ve been friends for a little over 3 years and have that sort of friendship that is exactly that. A good, platonic friendship. So anyway, I packed my car up and drove to her apartment to pick her up. She loaded her stuff into my car and we set off. The first few days of the trip were pretty normal. We talked about our lives and work and what not. We decided to split an Airbnb for the trip so we each had our own rooms.

The fourth day of the trip we decided to stay in and drink for the night. We’d explored a lot of local shops and stuff and were pretty exhausted. We bought a couple bottles of locally made whiskey and started drinking. We’d been taking shots for about two hours and were both absolutely plastered. At some point we decided to watch a movie. We were both sitting on the couch, not touching but still pretty close. She started... continue reading

With my head down against the floor and the lower half of my body naked and exposed, I couldn’t believe where I was. My little pleated tennis skirt was now so far up my body that it had bunched around my hips, and my complete lack of panties meant that Matt–one of my closest friends and de facto tennis teacher–could see everything.

Was I dreaming?

Or had I really done something this slutty?

“Nearly got it…” I called, my arm under the gap in the wall, my hand wrapped around the ball, my heart racing as I pretended to search for it, my pussy and ass completely spread for him.

The longer I held the pose, the faster my heart was beating, and my head was starting to swim with slutty thoughts.I wished he was behind me at that moment, placing his palm between my legs and gently pushing his fingers inside me.

I felt my throat go dry and my nipples harden.

Fuck, I needed something to suck. Badly.

“Got it,” I called, opening my legs a little wider and popping my pussy out as much as I pos... continue reading

Our company sold expensive foreign cars. We had a peculiar team: the managers were all hardened windbags in cheap but well-pressed suits, the secretaries had silicone-like everything, and then we—the service department. The techies. There were three of us: Sanya, Dan, and me. We didn't wear suits, we swore, and we were the only ones who actually understood how all these fancy cars worked, and weren't just kissing customers' asses for a percentage of the sale. Taras Arkadyevich was the head of this entire cesspool. A fat, sweaty man in his late sixties with a perpetually purple neck and a gold signet ring on his little finger. He yelled at everyone, delayed wages, and considered himself a business genius simply because he'd once borrowed money and opened a dealership in the right location. We quietly hated him, but tolerated him because he gave us the opportunity to tinker with expensive cars and occasionally make a small profit on spare parts. But he had one asset wh... continue reading

The next morning, I woke up with my face buried in a floral pillow and the mother of all morning wood pressed hard against a warm, jiggly wall of ass. Tori had somehow migrated backwards in her sleep, and her body molded against mine, her nightie hiked up until nothing but smooth, bare thigh and a sliver of pink ran across my horizon. My cock was caught in the perfect slot between her cheeks, and when I shifted, she moaned quietly but didn’t move away.

For a second, I stayed like that, not sure if it was safer to fake sleep or try to escape before I came right in her crack. But then Tori shifted, pushing her hips back. She wiggled, just enough to really wedge me in, and then whispered, “You awake, baby boy?”

I was very awake. “Can’t sleep with all this going on,” I whispered back, bumping my hips into her for emphasis.

She giggled, deep and sleepy. “Mmm. Naughty.” Then, quieter, “If your mom’s still out, we could do a quickie?”

I became so excited, I grabbed her cheeks and couldn... continue reading

Hey everyone, I’m back with another update. It’s kind of a big one, so I’ll get right into it.

A quick recap for anyone new: A few weeks ago, my family friend Bri slowly started flirting/teasing me, which resulted in us having a conversation where we agreed to lose our virginities to each other. We’re taking it slow: until today, we only made out and did hand stuff. You can read those stories in my profile if you haven’t already. Now onto the update:

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

Like we do every year, Bri and I’s families celebrated the 4th of July together. She and I texted beforehand about laying low, since neither of us wants our parents to know about our arrangement. Since they talk often, we figured it was best to avoid any suspicion at all, which meant largely ignoring each other throughout the weekend. It was hard, since all I wanted to do was grab her and start making out. But i guess there’s something kind of fun about pretending, too.

Then today, we’d made plans... continue reading

my friend mia is the freakiest girl i know. shes petite, tiny waist, perfect tits, and shes done everything. threesomes, girls, public shit, you name it. when i first started dating my boyfriend she saw a picture of us and said "god you two are so hot. id pay to watch you fuck."

i laughed it off. she always says wild shit.

then last weekend she came over after a bad date. we started drinking. one bottle turned into three and suddenly we were all drunk on the couch, legs tangled, talking about sex like it was nothing.

she brought it up again. "you guys are so fucking hot together. id kill to see you suck his dick."

my boyfriend looked at me. i looked at him. something in the air shifted.

i said fine. then i got on my knees between his legs, pulled his cock out, and started sucking him right there. slow at first. letting her see everything.

mia didnt hesitate. she pulled her dress up, pushed her panties to the side, and started rubbing her clit while she watched. glass of wine in o... continue reading

This happened a couple weeks ago and I just can’t stop thinking about it and have to get it out. This is what happened and not some 20 paragraph AI story…

One night, me and my wife were hanging out with my wife’s friend and wife’s sister. For context, her friend is married and her sister is kind of in a relationship. We were playing games, watching tv and having a drink or two, nothing crazy. I could kind of feel that like sexual tension in the air like I’m getting some after they go home. Nothing sexual was being talked about or anything, it was just that feel good vibe.

As we’re playing games, my wife’s friend out of nowhere tells my wife she dares her to give me head right then and there. My wife of course giggles but says no thanks. Again, her friend calls her a party pooper and wants her to let herself go for the moment (she’s pretty reserved.)

My wife and I are both sitting there on the couch and she says “you know what? Fuck it!” She gets on her knees in front of me, pulls d... continue reading

I had been very patiently waiting for my mother-in-law to create another opportunity for us to get together, and it happened today!

She was being extra careful, not even daring to send me a text message. She typically never messages me, so I'm sure she wanted to keep that up to not raise any suspicions with my wife.

Back to this morning. It was pretty early, around 8am, when my wife's phone rang. My wife was still asleep as she usually is at this time, but when I heard the special ringtone she uses for her mom, I immediately got a little excited and turned on as I typed a work email on my laptop in my office that's right next to the bedroom.

I heard my wife talking to her mom in French and could only pick up a few words here and there, but it was pretty clear that she was asking for me to help her again since she kept saying my name. They must've talked for a good 20 minutes before ending the call, after which my wife called out to me to come talk to her.

I was still pretty hard s... continue reading

So it was last Wednesday, and as I moved the clothes around my gym bag for the third time, pushing aside the little pleated tennis skirt and thin cotton T-shirt, I knew I had fucked up.

Thirty minutes earlier, stepping out of the shower, I’d thrown my tennis outfit into my bag and pulled my jeans up and over my butt without underwear. I was running late, and I was *sure* I’d thrown a pair of clean white underwear into my bag, so, nothing to worry about, right? I’d just get changed at the gym.

Wrong.

Looking into my gym bag and seeing a complete lack of panties, my heart was starting to race, imagining myself lunging for the ball, my skirt flying up around my waist. Or worse yet, diving to make a return and ending up on my back, my legs falling open and spreading me. The worst thing was that I was playing with Matt, one of my oldest friends and my de facto tennis coach, and the court was booked in five minutes.

I wondered whether to call it off, but I didn’t even know where to begin... continue reading

It was a Saturday afternoon in July. The sun was at its zenith, and the air shimmered with heat. My parents had gone into town to shop, leaving me, twenty-three-year-old Liza, to have the dacha to myself. I put on my most revealing swimsuit—a tiny, sky-blue bikini with ties at the hips. After a moment's thought, I removed my bra, tossing it onto a nearby lounge chair. Sunbathing topless on my own property, surrounded by a high fence and not a soul, seemed like a wonderful and perfectly safe idea. My skin, slicked with coconut oil for tanning, glistened. I closed my eyes, turning my face and chest to the sun. A gentle breeze stirred my hair, pulled back into a loose bun. My thoughts drifted lazily, and I almost dozed off. My body was covered in a light sweat, beads of sweat rolling down between my breasts and onto my stomach. - Lisa, hi! Am I disturbing you? A voice came from somewhere off to the side, from the neighbor's fence. I sat up abruptly, instinctively covering my ch... continue reading

So it was last Wednesday, and as I moved the clothes around my gym bag for the third time, pushing aside the little pleated tennis skirt and thin cotton T-shirt, I knew I had fucked up.

Thirty minutes earlier, stepping out of the shower, I’d thrown my tennis outfit into my bag and pulled my jeans up and over my butt without underwear. I was running late, and I was *sure* I’d thrown a pair of clean white underwear into my bag, so, nothing to worry about, right? I’d just get changed at the gym.

Wrong.

Looking into my gym bag and seeing a complete lack of panties, my heart was starting to race, imagining myself lunging for the ball, my skirt flying up around my waist. Or worse yet, diving to make a return and ending up on my back, my legs falling open and spreading me. The worst thing was that I was playing with Matt, one of my oldest friends and my de facto tennis coach, and the court was booked in five minutes.

I wondered whether to call it off, but I didn’t even know where to begin... continue reading

My wife has a condition sexsomnia that makes her have sex in her sleep not all the time usually after she’s been drinking or if she’s really tired and stressed

She usually has no recollection of what shes done or sometimes she comes to when shes orgasms

So many times i have woken up to her sucking on my dick or riding my face or masterbating herself and shes so turned on and slutty and acts completely different then normal so lustful and needing it soo bad

Shes very embarrassed about and is horrified of some of the slutty things she has done

One weekend we went camping and joined into having drinks with a group of young guys camp next door. We decided to retire early to tent as we were getting a bit drunk and she always worries

We both went to sleep, but sometimes during the night she must’ve went out and somehow ended up being fucked in there tent she started to come to she was on her hands and knees with a cock in her mouth and another guy fucking her from behind and she w... continue reading

i'm sure you guys are already well familiar with my best friend Josie and her boyfriend Josh. when i first met them Josie was all shy and timid and honestly i think ive been a bad influence on her cause now every time i spend the night at their place shes all "breed her, baby. i wanna watch you put it in her." that's the first thing josie said once we were all actually in the room and it kind of set the whole tone for the night, because from that point on she did not shut up and i did not want her to.

so it was the three of us again. i've told you about them, josie's my best friend and josh has been her boyfriend for years now, and somewhere along the way i became the girl who ends up on their bed with the both of them, and honestly the arrangement just works. this time though josie didn't want to be in it.

she wanted to watch. she got herself set up against the headboard with her legs already open and told josh she just wanted to see him fuck me, and i knew what that meant before sh... continue reading

Those were hard times, but charming in their own way. I was working at the time for a company that sold everything from Turkish knitwear to computer diskettes. There was money, but there were also plenty of headaches. That's how I found myself in a reserved seat carriage on the Moscow-Kurgan train with a briefcase stuffed with cash. An astronomical sum by those standards—about twenty thousand dollars, I think. I was taking it to a business associate with strict instructions: don't meet anyone, don't drink, and don't leave the carriage. I chose a reserved seat on purpose—to blend in among the common folk, rather than be seen in the sleeper car, where every Tambourine punk identifies business travelers by the scent of their cologne. I rode on the bottom berth, pretending to be a tired worker, and gazed out the window at the passing birch trees. The boring town of Kurgan was still about eighteen hours away. At one of the stations—somewhere beyond Murom, I think—SHE floa... continue reading

We had been partying all day yesterday and ended up back at our house around 2am. We invited his buddy over for after party at our place and it turned into all of us laying on our couch watching TV together. My bf was snuggling me on the couch and pulled my top up and started playing with my pierced nipples. It felt so good I just closed my eyes on got lost in it for a couple minutes.

I opened my eyes after a few and looked over at our friend and he was watching him play with my tits from the other end of the couch. I asked him if he liked what he saw and that seemed to turn my bf on. “This always gets her so wet when I play with her nipples like this.” He said to his friend.

“Can I play with them?” He asked.

My boyfriend asked me “do you want him to come over here and play with you too?” And I said yes.

This ended up with his friend coming down to our end of the couch and both of them each playing with one of my tits. Sucking on my nipples and getting me so turned on. After awhil... continue reading

To start, I’m a man who enjoys a decent backstory, so if you’d like to skip right to the dirt, find the line.

Back in my sophomore year of college, I had recently been dumped by my first and only girlfriend. It was a high school thing that didn’t survive the college experience as so many don’t. This left me with three things: a bruised ego, a starving cock, and an over abundance of time on my hands. The first two I simply tried to remedy with frequent nights out at the bar, but the excess time left me a bit listless.

I was studying STEM but had always had a passion for writing, so I decided to submit a short-story to a college sponsored contest and somehow ended up as one of the finalists. Next thing I know I’m receiving information about some event I’m supposed to attend in which I will meet other finalists and read a portion of the story in front of a crowd. Not exactly my scene, but fuck it, my ego could use the boost.

The night goes by without much excitement. I read my stuff al... continue reading

I was twenty years old, and it was summer break, but when Mom opened the door, I knew right away I was in trouble.

Mom’s best friend Tori stepped inside, her arms overloaded with designer luggage, and her massive ass stretching the limits of a white sundress that looked painted on. Tori’s hips moved like she had their own planetary gravity; every step a slow-motion wobble of thick, tanned thigh and ass that put half my porn search history to shame. She wore wedge sandals and red toenails, and she didn’t so much walk as bounce and jiggle.

“Sarah!” she squealed, and dropped her bags to throw her arms around my mom.

The women collided, laughing and squeezing. Mom was beautiful, don’t get me wrong. She did yoga five days a week and never missed a 5K, but next to Tori, she looked like a swim coach next to a Sports Illustrated model. Tori bent at the waist to hug Mom, and I got a slow-motion, hi-def view of her sundress rising up her thighs, the thin cotton straining around an ass that lo... continue reading

Friends think I'm a model family man. Colleagues think I'm a quiet, henpecked husband. But I'm just a guy who realized: my dick only gets hard when I know someone else has already been inside my wife. And the dirtier, the rougher it is, the more hands and dicks there are, the harder it shakes me. Polina understood this before I did. She brought me into this life—the life of a cuckold who waits in the bushes, in the closet, behind the vegetable crates. Waiting to lick it off later. My wife Polina had completely developed a taste for infidelity and no longer hid the fact that she enjoyed being used roughly, without ceremony. She began staying late more often "on business" and always returned home with that same smell that drove me crazy. In mid-August, Polina said she was going to the vegetable market to pick up some seasonal fruit. She was wearing a light summer dress that barely covered her butt, and no underwear. I immediately realized it had nothing to do with... continue reading