I'd seen Bianca at school drop-off and pick-up for years, and we always exchanged easy small talk. She was probably ten years older than me (at 35, I'm a young single dad) and never someone I'd thought of as my type. Her manicure was always perfect, her lashes unmistakably fake, and her lips unnaturally plump (but not veering into duck lip territory).

Even though she was older than me, and not the sort of woman who I usually found myself interested in, I always found her attractive. It’s funny how the busy-mom-rushing-through-the-morning look actually showed off how attractive she was better than the lips or lashes. She was often braless, and in oversized tees and yoga pants. She clearly took care of herself: a shapely ass, soft curves, and the unmistakable signs of having carried three kids - a little belly, breasts that swayed and hung in a way that drove me wild. She was, undeniably, a MILF.

A few weeks before school let out, I saw Bianca confront two girls from our kids' class.... continue reading

Okay I'm putting this on reddit because I can't tell anyone I actually know and I need to get it out of my head.

I hooked up with my childhood friend Eli last weekend and it was genuinely some of the best sex I've had in college and I've been thinking about it constantly since. Context matters here so bear with me.

I've known Eli since seventh grade. Earth science class, sat next to each other, he explained plate tectonics in a way that actually clicked and we were inseparable for like two years before high school happened and everyone sorted themselves out socially and we just drifted. Not dramatically, just the slow fade of two people ending up in different friend groups. I ran into him at college orientation and felt that specific warmth of rediscovering something you forgot you liked. We'd been loosely back in each other's orbit since September.

He's nineteen, still very much the same guy. Five-nine, slim, sandy hair that needs a cut, thick glasses, the kind of person who apolog... continue reading

okay so this happened a few months back and I still laugh about how it turned out

I had been seeing this guy, let's call him Ryan, for about a month. total sweetheart, a little nerdy, the type who had strong opinions about video games and made playlists for every occasion. we were still pretty new and figuring each other out.

one saturday morning he came over while my parents were out. or so I thought. we were in my room with the door cracked because that's just the rule in my house, religious family, you know how it is. we were messing around slowly, keeping quiet, being careful.

then the power went out.

I went to check on things and realized my mom's car was gone and my dad was outside doing yard work. we had the house to ourselves basically. I went back to my room, shut the door, and we didn't waste any more time.

he went down on me and I was genuinely not prepared for how good it was. he was doing this thing with his tongue, tracing patterns, taking his time, and I was trying... continue reading

I'd been playing "Tanks" for three hours when another burst of laughter came from the kitchen. My mother and her friends, Natasha and Irina, were celebrating her fortieth birthday. I popped in to congratulate her, drank a glass of cognac with them to their health, and retreated back to my den—sitting with three forty-year-old women and listening to them talk about men, diets, and bosses was more than I could handle. She's twenty years old, after all, and has her own interests. Around eleven o'clock in the evening, the laughter died down. I went to investigate. The kitchen was piled high with dirty dishes and empty bottles. Mother and Aunt Natasha were asleep in Mom's bedroom, the door ajar—I heard their synchronized snoring. But Irina was nowhere to be found. I walked into the living room and saw her. She was lying on the sofa, on her side, her legs tucked under her, covered only by a light blanket that had slipped halfway to the floor. The light from the str... continue reading

Third week with a new trainer. I signed up for him myself, having seen him on Instagram: tall, broad-shouldered, with a look in his eyes as if he already knew all the most embarrassing things about me. Vadim Romanovich. A former champion in some martial art, now the most expensive personal trainer at the Platinum club. They said he's tough. They said he'd show results within a month. They didn't say anything else. The first training session is hell. The second is a humiliating hell. He doesn't ask, he commands: "Five more," "Faster," "Are you weak?" And the worst part is, I do it. I can't stop. He looks at me, corrects my technique, places a heavy palm on my lower back, and a treacherous warmth spreads in my lower abdomen. I started wearing the most protective clothing so as not to give myself away by shaking. This morning I broke my diet again. Just one croissant and a latte with syrup, but he always knows it with some kind of animal inst... continue reading

Night. The sound of the surf. Music somewhere in the distance. Liza and I walked away from the fire. The sand was still warm. There were two people nearby: Seryozha and Vlad. They brought champagne. Bitter, bubbling on the tongue. — Are you frozen? - No. - And you have goosebumps. - It's not from the cold. Liza is already kissing Seryozha. His fingers are tangled in her hair, wet from the bath. Vlad looks at me. For a long time. I take a sip straight from the bottle. I hand it to him. His lips are on the same glass as mine. — Do you want to take a swim? - I'm not wearing a swimsuit. - So much the better. We run to the water. The waves lick our feet. He catches up with me, already waist-deep in the sea. The water is warm, almost hot after the afternoon sun. His hands slide along my waist underwater. — You can't see anything here. - Do you want to see something? — I want to touch it. A palm falls on a chest. The nipples instantly harden. Not from the cold. Salt water on th... continue reading

It’s been a while since I posted the story that leads up to this but this is a continuation of the story of my, then wife’s best friend. TLDR: my ex wife, Tori, liked to show off my dick to her friends, her friend, Diana, came to visit and we had some fun as a group. This story takes place the following morning.

The following morning I woke up and got out of bed to try and get my day started. I lean over and kiss Tori, tell her how amazing last night was and ask if she wants any coffee. She grumbles a yes and requests some excedrin as well. I throw on some sweats and tshirt and head to the kitchen. I return with some coffee and meds for Tori. She thanks me and asks if Diana is up. I say I had not heard from her yet. Tori tells me to go check on her and take her some coffee. As I am walking out, Tori says, “make sure you get her whatever she needs.” I don't think much of this comment assuming she means coffee, water, meds etc.

I make another cup of coffee and head downstairs to chec... continue reading

I love to watch. That's my greatest thrill—to see my wife turn into an insatiable bitch under someone else's control, while still being mine. Lena and I have been together for eight years, and in that time I've realized: her sexuality is like fine wine, only getting brighter with age. Tall, with shoulder-length, wheat-colored hair, languid gray eyes, and long legs—she's the kind of woman that even women turn heads. But the main thing about her is her appetite. Not for food, no. For cocks. When we started renovating our new two-room apartment, I knew how it would end. Lena volunteered to oversee the process while I was at work, and I just chuckled to myself. She put on her favorite summer dress—a lightweight cotton one over her bare skin, the slightest movement clinging to her butt so tightly that the outline of her panties was visible. White heeled sandals, minimal makeup—and there she was, standing in the doorway, watching me go with a look in which I read anticipat... continue reading

That summer, my husband and I headed south for the first time in two years. Money was tight in '92, so a compartment was out of the question. We bought two tickets for a reserved seat carriage to Adler. I was twenty-four then. I had a shapely figure: a pleasant curve in my hips, a wasp waist, and neat B-cup breasts with very responsive nipples. I dyed my hair red back then—my husband absolutely loved it, saying I looked like a fox. The journey ahead was long, almost two days. We were riding on the upper side berths. A guy of about twenty-five sat down opposite us. He was dressed simply but cleanly: a light T-shirt and sweatpants. His toned physique immediately caught my eye—his sculpted arms and broad chest. He introduced himself as Dima. He was traveling to visit his parents in Sochi, having just been discharged from the army. My husband, Slava, a sociable man, immediately suggested that Dima and I get together for the three of us. We packed fried chicken, boiled eggs, tomatoes... continue reading

Redditor Recognized Me On a Cruise

Last month I was on an MSC cruise with my hubby. We had a Yacht Club cabin. (Btw, it is amazing!)

We always try to make some naughty videos and pics when we travel.

So on the second day, we went out to the Yacht Club pool early. No one was around so we went one of the hot tubs that was empty and got a few naughty pics. Tits, pussy—you know the drill.

We were laying on a lounger by the pool and hubby posted the pics because we were doing a series. Day 1, Day2, etc.

Within a couple of minutes I get a DM on Reddit asking me if I was on the ship, at the pool. A few DMs back and forth confirmed the Redditor and I were on the same ship at the same pool and he definitely recognized me. He knew what bikini I was wearing and what I was drinking, etc.

Now, I still had no idea who this guy was. I was concerned because 1. He might be a creep; and 2. I was not advertising my online activities! I’ve never had a fan recognize me IRL before. I mean what a... continue reading

My name is Igor, I'm 32 years old, and my wife, Katya, is 29. We've been married for six years, and over those years, I've come to think I know absolutely everything about her. But I'll never forget my last birthday. It all started on a typical Friday morning. Katya woke me with a kiss, congratulated me, and handed me an envelope containing some kind of travel voucher—honestly, I didn't even read it right away because she looked absolutely stunning. A light silk robe, barely covering her hips, her hair loose, the scent of her favorite perfume. I pulled her toward me, but she deftly slipped away, smiled mysteriously, and said, "This evening will be a real treat, don't even think about getting out of it." Honestly, I thought she was talking about some special lingerie or a romantic dinner. The day went by as usual—work, calls, bustle. Katya texted me to be home by eight, take a shower, and await further instructions. She generally loved to boss me aroun... continue reading

(All characters named or otherwise are at, or well above, the age of 18)

Obligatory this happened more than a decade ago before I was really and true a slut. I also hope my friend never finds this. My friend never finds this because I think she knew something was up and some details here would confirm it. MJ, I just want you to know, I’d do it again, don’t read this I’m about to fuck your mom.

The Summer I graduated Highschool was an amazing time. I had so many things that happened. There were parties at the lake almost every weekend. At one of these take parties some friends of mine, who had been deep in their cups for a while, suggested that we go skinny dipping. I say suggested what I mean was they ripped their tops and bottoms off screamed “Skinny dipping” and cannon balled into the lake. Now 19 year old sins didn’t drink or do drugs, but when a bunch of people get naked and jump in the lake, it’s pretty to follow suit and de-suit.

One thing I don’t miss about partying as a t... continue reading

When Yulia told me she'd invited my boss to dinner, I didn't understand the implication at first. I figured my wife was trying to give me a career boost, feed him some homemade food, and win him over. I wasn't opposed. Viktor Sergeyevich, my direct supervisor for the past five years, is a generally decent guy. He's in his early fifties, with a hint of gray hair, a trim figure, and always smells nice. He's a widower. Yulia cooked all day. She twirled around the kitchen in a short robe, and a couple of times I caught myself staring at her bare thighs as she reached for spices on the top shelf. I also noticed something else: she had put on her robe without underwear. Her pussy, still untouched by the razor but already neatly trimmed, flashed with every careless movement. I slapped her on the ass, laughed, and said something about a horny housewife. She smiled, but it was a bit too mysterious. "Maybe I should walk around like this in front of the boss too?" s... continue reading

The highway was empty. I pressed the gas pedal too hard, rushing home after a bad date. Anger and frustration burned inside me, and I longed for speed. The red lights of a patrol car flashed unexpectedly behind me. I cursed under my breath and pulled over to the side of the road. The inspector approached slowly, the beam of his flashlight gliding across the car, across my bare knees. I rolled down the window. "License and car documents," the voice was low and brutal. "You're speeding by forty kilometers, citizen." "Sorry, I'm in a hurry," I handed over the documents, trying to speak softly. The flashlight still shone in my face, and then the beam slowly crept lower, down my neck, to the neckline of my light sundress. My breathing quickened. "The punishment for such violations is severe," he said, walking around the car and opening the door on my side. "Get out." I stepped out. My legs were shaking slightly for some reason. He stood ver... continue reading

My mother-in-law arrived at our apartment and I could tell that my wife felt something was off because I was being quiet and was probably acting like I was nervous. Unlike before, my mother-in-law didn't hug me and only gave me a quick 'hello'.

I suggested my wife's favorite restaurant for dinner, which seemed to help to lighten the mood somewhat. When the food arrived, the two of them talked like usual and I ate in silence, waiting for the bomb to drop.

When we were finishing up and nothing had happened, I was starting to think that she had changed her mind and wasn't going to say anything at all, but all of a sudden my mother-in-law said something to my wife in French and I could tell it was more serious from the tone.

My wife looked over at me and said, "Oh, my mom says she wants to talk to me alone. Would it be okay?"

I was at the kitchen sink washing my hands, and I answered, "Sure, I'll go for a ride. Text me when you want me back."

Honestly, it was a relief that I wasn't g... continue reading

Everything started to spiral when our Olimp chain fitness club was acquired by Golden Energy. For me, a Pilates instructor, it was a low blow. Rumors of personnel purges were terrifying: even star trainers were being fired. I'm thirty-two, I maintain the figure of a twenty-five-year-old, and this place was my bread and butter. Three days after signing the documents, the five of us instructors were called into the main hall for an "interview." The new manager, Denis, a strong, muscular man in his forties, sat in a leg press chair. Beside him stood his three assistants—equally muscular "muscle men." The conversation began with banalities: training plans, attendance statistics. Then Denis put down his protein shake and asked point-blank: — Tell me, Angelina, is this job your last chance? “Yes,” I exhaled, clutching my fitness tracker. "Okay. New rules. Your work attire is leggings one size too small and a sports bra with no support. You leave your bra in the loc... continue reading

A few years ago me (25) and my girlfriend Stephanie (24) had some friends get married in another city. It was close enough to drive, which was lucky because we were broke. It wasn't close enough to drive back that night, which was also lucky, but seemed unlucky at the time.

The bride was one of Stephanie's friends, so most of the people we knew were other women in their friend group. To save money Steph asked me if I would be willing to share a hotel room with some of them, so I said yes and didn't think anything else about it until we checked in for the weekend.

We happened to arrive at the same time as the others, so standing at the check-in counter was where I found out that we were sharing a room with two queen beds with four other women. Apparently no one else's boyfriends had wanted to come.

Maybe this sounds hot, but at the time I was annoyed. Having to have a third person in the bed was a virtual guarantee that I would be on the outside with Stephanie in the middle, with no... continue reading

cant believe im back here posting a part 2 already but after that **first time jerking off my friend with the broken arm it was all i could think about nonstop. his thick veiny cock throbbing in my hand and all that built up cum shooting out** because of me left me soaked for days. heres pt1:

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so for the next couple days i kept replaying it every night touching myself imagining more and yeah i couldnt stop thinking about his dick even when we hung out like normal friends watching movies or whatever. my eyes would drift down to his shorts remembering how hard he got just from talking about it. a few days later his arm was still in that heavy cast and he was resting on the couch complaining about how bored and frustrated he felt so i sat next to him my pussy already getting wet just from being close.

i told him straight up that i had been thinking about his cock constantly and wanted to help him out again. he looked surprised but that bulge started growing right awa... continue reading

Friday evening was lazy. I was lounging on the couch, mindlessly flipping through channels, when the doorbell rang. Standing there was Inga, my neighbor downstairs. A tall, athletic brunette, the kind I usually only greeted in the elevator. She looked nervous, her long hair pulled back into a messy bun. "Dima, I'm so sorry," she babbled. "My kitchen faucet blew, a pipe burst, I turned the water off, but I'm afraid to turn it back on—I'm afraid to flood it completely. You said you were a tech savvy person, right?" I rummaged around sparingly, but helping my neighbor was a sacred duty. I threw on a T-shirt and went downstairs to get her. Her apartment smelled of something spicy. Walking into the kitchen, I assessed the scale of the disaster: streaks on the ceiling, wet rags on the floor, and a puddle under the sink. Inga stood nearby, nervously fiddling with the hem of her short housedress. I crouched down and examined the pipe. Replacing the gasket was a s... continue reading

I came all over my sister-in-law in a private steam room while our spouses were gone.

And the worst part is, I still catch myself arguing the technicalities.

We didn’t have sex.

We didn’t kiss.

She never touched my cock.

I never touched her pussy.

Technically.

Which is a stupid fucking word when you’re talking about your brother-in-law’s wife standing naked in front of you with your cum on her stomach.

This happened last Christmas in Koh Samui, Thailand. I’m married. She’s married. I love my wife. I’m not going to pretend it was an accident.

My wife is Korean, from LA. We’ve been married three years. I get along with most of her family, but her younger brother Adam has always annoyed me. Younger, richer, louder – the type who turns every conversation into a contest.

His wife Melissa was a lot.

29, half-Korean, half-Australian, tall with long dark hair, smooth olive skin, and a yoga body she knew exactly how to use. She has over 100k IG... continue reading