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“So, are we still going out tonight?” Sarah asked.

We all laughed, and the shaking of it sent Jane and I into twitching messes as we were both super sensitive and I was still inside of her. I carefully withdrew and collapsed onto the bed next to her.

“I may need some rest after that, but I think so,” Jane replied.

“Same,” I said between breaths. “How much of that did you catch?”

“I heard *play with them* as I got in the house, and got in here just in time for *Fill my pregnant pussy*” my wife said, beaming. Jane tried to hide in embarrassment. Sarah came over to us and kissed Jane on the head. “I’m glad you two had fun, really.”

“Thank you,” Jane said to her. “I can’t tell you how much I have needed that.” Sarah got up and headed towards the bathroom.

“I’m going to shower while you two recover. You’re both welcome to join me.”

I laughed. “Well a shower is how this whole thing started…”

“I’d say it was the massage yesterday,” Jane said.

The three is us all to... continue reading

The next day I woke up hungover on the couch. I heard noise in the kitchen so I got up and shook off the night before. I walked in the kitchen and stopped in my tracks. Bri was cooking eggs on the stove. She had her back to me and was still wearing her pajamas from the night before: short, plaid boxer shorts that her ass cheeks almost peeked out of, a cropped t-shirt, and crew socks. I caught myself staring up and down her ass and legs and thinking about the night before with a pang of guilt. She looked over her shoulder and caught me staring and smiled at me. She crossed the room and put her hand under my chin and gently kissed me. As she pulled away she whispered, “behave…you’re gonna get us caught.” Then she quickly turned away and returned to cooking. “You want some eggs? It’s gonna be a long day.” She was referring to a beer olympics that their friends were hosting. The whole reason my sister had invited me out for the weekend. I accepted the offer and poured myself a cup of cof... continue reading

I removed the extendable part of the shower head and washed off all of the remaining soap on both of us before opening the shower door. I turned to Jane before exiting, “Take your time. I’ll be drying off in my room.” She nodded with a smile.

I stepped out and wrapped myself in my towels. I sped through my post-shower routine, watching Jane’s silhouette through the foggy shower door as she finished her shower. As I left the bathroom heading into the master bedroom, the water had just turned off.

I laid my towels down on my spot on the bed, one on my pillow to keep it dry and the other sideways so that I could cover my bottom half when I laid down. My cock was keeping part of the towel tented off me almost the whole time Jane was finishing up.

I was replaying in my head everything I had just done in the shower. *Did I do too much? Should I have just kept going?* It felt like a very long 5 minutes before Jane walked into the bedroom. She was wrapped in a lavender towel, h... continue reading

Life, like a river, flows along its course. At first, a turbulent, swift current sweeping away everything in its path, then a broad, full-flowing current, calm and predictable. But sometimes, beneath this apparent calm, deep and dangerous whirlpools arise. I'm thirty-seven. My name is Elena. My husband, Grisha, is forty-three, and I have been together for fifteen years. During this time, we've experienced everything: poverty, the first modest joys, arguments, reconciliations, and the joy of owning our first apartment. But our greatest asset, our shared project, into which we've poured our hearts, are our two children. But this story isn't about them. It's about Grisha and me. About that quiet, almost invisible crack that was slowly but surely spreading across the façade of our well-being. It all started around the time I turned thirty-five. I began to notice a strange, almost animalistic restlessness within me. It was as if a beast had awakened within, dormant al... continue reading

One night, me and my girlfriend and our two female friends Kim and Stephanie went out for dinner and drinks. Afterwards we went back to gf's place to have some more drinks and watch tv. As the night went on we were all getting a little drunk.

At one point, gf walked over to me and took my shirt off. The friends started clapping and I think they wanted more. gf told me to stand up and very quickly got me naked. My dick was rock hard. At this point I was expecting a blow job from gf and I would've taken it cause I was so horny.

She takes a dining chair and puts it in the center of the living room and tells me to sit down and not move. She walks to her bedroom and I knew what that meant - the handcuffs are coming out. She comes out with them and handcuffed my arms to the chair. The friends are cheering cause they think they're gonna watch a porno.

My girlfriend takes her hands and starts stroking my dick, looking right at me. She asked me what I wanted. I said, "I need head so fucki... continue reading

I froze, unsure if I had really heard a knock. But another one followed shortly after.

“Hey, u/Strang3rM3ssages?” Jane asked.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I called out.

“I was just talking to Sarah about yesterday,” she started, “And she said that it would be ok if I came in and showered with you. If… if that’s ok with you, that is.”

I was still frozen. Sarah said she might make a move, but I was already thinking ahead to dinner. I wasn’t expecting anything to actually happen this soon.

“Uh, yeah. That would be totally fine,” I replied, trying my best to not sound surprised.

“Ok, I’m going to grab my towel.”

*Holy crap. This is happening,* I thought.

I got back under the water to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. I heard the bathroom door open as I finished. Enough steam had built up to fog the glass shower door, so all I saw was Jane’s silhouette moving through the bathroom. She set down a towel and started to undress walking towards the shower door. I didn’t want t... continue reading

A few weeks ago, my wife Sarah’s best friend from childhood needed to get away from some personal things for a bit, so she came to crash in our guest room.

Jane (31) is petite, under 5’ with dark brown medium length hair. We had always gotten along just fine, even danced a bit with her at Sarah and my wedding. Normally, she was average in features and… assets. Classically pretty, but never my type. I say normally, because at the time of this story, Jane was 7 months pregnant.

It was a Thursday early evening; Jane had been staying with us for about 5 days. She worked freelance so could just hop on her computer when she needed to get some stuff done. But she had gotten to relax some, hang out by the pool, and just get away from her problems back home.

Sarah was at the gym, and was going to be picking up dinner for all 3 of us afterwards. I was just getting home from work and found Jane in the kitchen.

“Hey, Sarah is picking up dinner from [a local place], check out the menu an... continue reading

As you get older, you begin to truly appreciate the simplest things. For example, a solid, regular male erection. Now I think back to my youth—what a fool I was... How many guys I shaved. How many orgasms I missed... For some reason, I grumbled at my husband, who always needed something. And then... Then it turned out that I lived for several years without an erection. Fingers, vibrators, colorful dildos, even vegetables and fruits... What hasn't happened to me over the years... But it's all wrong. Nothing compares to the magic of a real, erect, and therefore valuable, male end. And yesterday I finally got that ending! I'm speaking in verse now because I'm happy. I've been working towards this for a very long time, and here it is! It's happened! To be honest, Petenka was drunk. I tried my best to make it happen at the office party. I shouted toasts, topped up his glass, offered him another drink. And when he was drunk enough, I offered to take him home in a t... continue reading

Long post. Skip to *** if you don’t want backstory.

When I was 19 I went to visit my sister for a weekend in the city. She was 23 at the time and was living in an apartment with two of her friends from college. I showed up on Friday night and my sister had a group of friends over. My sister hugged me and showed me where to stash my stuff in her room until everyone left as I’d be sleeping on the couch later that night. When I emerged from my sister’s room, I was met by her roommate, Brianna. Now I’d known Bri since my sister had started college. They’d been randomly assigned as roommates in freshman year and remained friends ever since. She was a total babe on move-in day and nothing had changed since. She was 5’ 5” with long brown hair and a body that showed she lifted weights. She was tight and toned but her ass…it was unreal. She could have easily thrown me over her shoulders and squatted for reps.

Anyway, I dropped my bags in my sister’s room and came back into the hall, bumping... continue reading

It all started so banally that it's even funny now. I was coming home from college, pulling into the entrance hall, drenched in sweat from the stuffy street, and she was just coming out of her apartment—Aunt Natasha. Our neighbor, in her forties. I always saw her as well-groomed, smelling of perfume and baked goods, a true homemaker. She was always smiling at me, asking about my studies, and there was something warm and maternal in her eyes. The guardian angel of our building. But today her gaze was different. Narrowed, appraising. I muttered "hello" and reached for my door. “Andryusha, wait a minute,” her voice, usually so clear, was now low and velvety. I turned around. She was leaning against the doorframe, wearing a light housecoat that outlined... God, it outlined everything. All those soft, seductive curves that I sometimes thought about out of the corner of my mind as I drifted off to sleep. "You're so disinhibited, poor thing. Session?" She took a ste... continue reading

My husband and I have a good relationship, great sex, but... But for years now, I've dreamed of feeling like a slut, of being fucked like a total whore by a stranger. Or even several times... Alas, the prerequisites never materialized—first, the cushy love affair with my husband, then the birth of our daughter. And for a long time, I couldn't imagine a real situation where I could step outside the bounds of morality. However, I would start to cum around any even remotely attractive man, imagining how I'd take him in my mouth and then spread my legs for him. So my husband and I, leaving our daughter in the care of her grandmothers, went to a provincial town to settle some matters with the inheritance left after the death of a distant relative. We stayed in a hotel, considered the best, but with the kind of service and furnishings I imagined the Soviet era. However, this archaism was nothing compared to the ordeal of dealing with the inheritance. And so, on the second day,... continue reading

A few months ago it was my girlfriend's birthday and I asked her what she wanted. To put things in context, from the beginning of our relationship, things have been very kinky. We have always been about fulfilling each other's fantasies. Early on, she brought in girlfriends for threesomes. We have had sex in front of our friends. I have been tied up a few times. However she totally surprised me with her answer. She said she wanted me to be free use for one of her girlfriends for one night. Almost right away I said yes. It's actually something I've had been fantasizing about for a while. We talked it over with her friend Kim and we came up with some rules.

1- A safe word. Either one of us can use that word and everything would stop. it's all about consent and feeling comfortable.

2 - Since she's on the pill, I don't have to use a condom.

3 - I have to cum inside her - no pulling out.

4 - This takes place one evening all the way through the next morning.

5 - Once this starts, I h... continue reading

Moscow in October smelled of wet asphalt and the smoke from the chestnuts roasted by the babushkas outside the metro. Anna walked along Tverskaya Street, her heels clicking on the tiles like a metronome counting down to the next casting. Her long black hair, pulled back into a loose ponytail, swayed in the wind, and her ivory coat accentuated her figure—the kind that made men turn their heads and women purse their lips ever so slightly. She was twenty-five, and she still believed that beauty wasn't a curse, but simply a fact, like rain or snow. At the agency, they called her a "gentle muse," but Anna knew that tenderness was a mask concealing the weariness of endless "turn around, smile, look just below the shoulder." At home, in their small apartment, whose windows overlooked a narrow courtyard dotted with stunted linden trees, Valera was waiting. He was ten years older, a manager at Sberbank, with a neat beard and eyes that always held a lurking smile—not ironi... continue reading

soooo last week was my friend's birthday and I totally dropped the ball on getting him a gift. being broke sucks! But I've known since high school that he's had this massive crush on me, or atleast wants to smash lol (he's terrible at hiding it), so I decided to give him something I knew he'd appreciate...

i decided i wanted to gift him some lewd pics of me! i already had some on hand, but i also spent an hour taking the perfect shots. it started with some teasing pics in my lacy black lingerie, then slowly stripped it all off. Made sure to get all his favorite angles... bent over showing my ass, on my knees looking up at the camera, spreading myself open on my bed. Even took a few shower pics with water running down my tits.

**Sent him a folder of 20+ naked pics with the message "happy birthday you loser! Here's something to help you celebrate 😘"**

**His response? "Holy fuck. Thank you" Then radio silence for two days...i was wondering if something was wrong but**

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Finally he... continue reading

Long time reader, first time poster. Thought I’d finally take the time to type up this story so I can join in on the fun, no pun intended. This goes way back to my junior year of college. I had to have been 20 or maybe 21. It was easter weekend I believe and my buddy, Casey, invited me to stay at his parents house for the weekend since most people were leaving town for the weekend for the holiday and I am from out of state, while he grew up only an hour from where we went to school. He also invited his girlfriend, Sophie, who he’d probably been dating for about a year. Now a lot of you may have said no to going home with a friend and his gf out of fear of being stuck as the third wheel, but honestly I had been their third wheel for many things for the last year +, and pretty much considered them both some of my best friends. Casey especially so, considering we were paired as roommates freshmen year and joined a frat together. Now Sophie… Sophie was definitely one of the hottest girls i... continue reading

My wife, Tonya, and I have been living as husband and wife for a whole year now. My name is Igor, and I'm thirty-two. My wife, Tonya, is only twenty-seven. There's a five-year age difference between us, but we don't feel it at all. I don't feel older, and she doesn't feel younger. We're just living. After my grandmother died, I inherited her one-room apartment in an old panel building. That's where Tonya and I are living. My wife doesn't want to have children yet. She keeps telling me that first we need to get back on our feet, pay off the loans, and do some renovations. Well, I'm not rushing her. I understand her concerns, so I don't bring it up myself, so as not to put unnecessary pressure on her. Tonya and I met under somewhat odd circumstances. She came to work for a new assistant. Our team was mostly male, and almost everyone was married. Tonya was young, vibrant, and immediately attracted attention. But she ignored the advances of single... continue reading

Hello everyone! My wife's name is Anya. We have been married for 4 years already: she is 25, I am 29. We always have a rich life, both in terms of life and sexuality. I love my wife very much and am very concerned about her comfort with me. At the beginning of our relationship, everything developed rapidly, and within a month of our relationship, I already proposed to my beloved. Well, to tell you the truth, I regretted not having done this on the very first day of our relationship. She's a real dream, both physically and mentally. A beautiful brunette with sultry eyes, beautiful breasts, always-aroused nipples, a thin waist, and slender legs. It was impossible not to want her just by looking at her. Sexually, I was simply crazy about her, and we had a ton of variety. We had sex at home, in the car, in cafes, and so on. She has an incredibly beautiful pussy and anal slit. I couldn't tear myself away from her for days and nights. Every time she jumped on my dick, I almost... continue reading

Four in the morning. The brokerage app made me sick. The red numbers stubbornly slid down, like beads of pus from an unhealing wound. I closed it and opened Instagram. The first photo was of Karina. She was sitting on the windowsill in my shabby room, the dank courtyard, a well of damp brick, behind her. But she looked like an alien who had wandered into a dump. Dark hair pulled back into a careless bun, eyes that knew the value of their beauty. Cunning, damn it. Followers in the comments called her "angel" and "goddess." They didn't see the way she looked at me when she wanted to. VKontakte was buzzing with memes about deadlines and perpetual poverty. I scrolled through them like shuffling my bare feet across a dirty floor. Then I switched to Telegram. Karina shared a sticker—a lewd anime hentai where the character's eyes were the size of her own breasts. And the caption: "Miss your boobs?" The air in the room was stale, smelling of dust, cold tea, a... continue reading

My best friend knows how I feel about her boyfriend. I don't really try to hide it and neither does he. We've fooled around, and she was very into it, even encouraging it but I feel something has changed. As her boyfriend and I get closer I feel like she is getting colder and colder. Like she feels I am taking him away and that is definitely not what is happening so I wanted to make sure she knew that.

I managed to get her alone and sat her down ready to hash it out. I was surprised when she said she was totally fine with it. I was shocked and grabbed her hand. I wasn't being flippant or teasing, I genuinely wanted her opinion. She told me her honest sincere feeling was that she liked seeing us together. That she liked how intense we became when we were passionate together. She kept going and then she started to shift in her seat. I realized that she was getting horny talking about it!

She smiled at me as she went on and on about how hot it is to watch her boyfriend fuck my brains ou... continue reading

One day me, and 2 female friends were over my girlfriend's house. We were all drinking and the subject of blow jobs came up. My gf said she gives the best head. Of course I agreed. Her friend said that she is an expert and nobody is better. Next thing you know 2 drunk girls made a bet. They bet that if the friend could make me cum in under a certain amount of time, my gf would pay for drinks the next night. If I could last longer than the designated time, the friend would pay. I had no say in the matter.

They agreed that both of us should be completely naked to make it more sexy. Once again, I was not consulted about this. We all went into the kitchen. I do love getting naked in front of other people so my clothes came off quickly. The friend got naked. I stood up and she got on her knees and started getting to work. My gf warned me not to cum early or I would be in trouble.

The blow job felt amazing. I was so excited being naked in front of other people and getting head in front... continue reading