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
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
I started dating my girlfriend Alina about a year ago. She's from Ukraine and came to the US about 3 years ago. She split with her husband back home and moved here with her daughter Zoryana. The two of them live in a rental house a few towns over from me. Lately, I've been spending more nights there than my own place. It's a nice house but need a lot of little fixes. The landlord seems to not pay much attention to the little things. Over the last few months, I have spent many nights changing light fixtures, fixing door handles, and small things like that. I honestly don't mind. Alina loves when I do little things around her house. She takes good care of me if you know what I mean. That brings me to Alina. We met online about a year back. She's super petite and barely comes up to my chest. She claims she's 5'2" but I'm tempted to pull out the tape measure. Her hair is blonde and comes all the way down to her ass. Her curves are crazy hot and packed into such a small frame. I honestly h
Over Memorial Day weekend, my neighbor’s daughter asked if she could have some friends over and use our pool. They’re all 18-19 and freshman in college. They were all wearing the tiniest thong bikinis and my gf and I (34m) were out there drinking and having fun with them, but it was very hard to keep my eyes off all the ass that was in front of me. As the night grew later my gf decided to call it a night but said it was fine if I wanted to keep hanging with them. They started to shut things down around 1am but my neighbor’s daughter stuck around to help me put stuff away. When we were putting cooler back in the garage she bent over and fuck I got rock hard staring at her ass. She noticed….. and told me the least she could do is help me out for letting her and her friends use my pool. She yanked my shorts down around my ankles and swirled her tongue around my cock and shoved down her throat. I pulled her up off her knees, bent her over sliding her tiny thong bikini to the side
A couple years ago, I used to room with a friend of mine named Jessica. Jessica and I couldn’t have been more opposite when it came to going out. She loved it, I hated it. I was more of a stay at home type of guy and spent my free time playing video games. By no means was I a hermit but I just didn’t enjoy going to loud places to drink and dance with a bunch of random people. On this particular night it was no different. Jessica had gone out with 3 of her friends and informed me there was a good chance she stayed over at a friends house. Jessica had a very flirty personality and often gave guys the wrong impression so I never took her flirtatious comments too serious. She would walk around our apartment constantly in her panties socks and bras. Today was no different as she was scrambling to get ready. She tried on 3 different outfits and asked me which one she looked the best in. I told her the all black dress and she replied with “would you fuck me in this” we both laughed and I answ
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: \--- 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
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
It all happened so quickly. My wife and I were fucking in our room when our dog started barking at the door. “I heard someone knock,” my wife said. Fuck. I grumbled. I pulled out of my wife and threw on a robe. Better go make sure it’s not an emergency. My dick is pretty big and it was still hard, so to hide it I tucked it under the robe sash which was tied around my waist. At the door, I grabbed my dog's collar to make sure he didn’t run and reached towards the handle. When I opened it, there was a cutely dressed younger woman holding a clip board standing practically in my doorway. “Hi there,” she drew out her greeting in a disarming innocent tone. “Have you heard of \\\*her organization\\\*, we’re a nonprofit humanitarian group here in the area.” She smiled and looked down at my dog excitedly as she finished speaking. “Oh hi,” I said. I really wasn’t expecting this. “No I haven’t, but now really isn’t a good time sorry.” I replied, trying to be polite. I was holding my
A few years ago, post-COVID, Vegas was exploding with pent-up energy, and I was right there with it. I’d drive from LA every few months to blow off steam at the poker tables and enjoy the vibe of being around actual people after being locked in for a couple of years. This trip, I checked into the Cosmopolitan on a Monday, planning to grind $2/5 No Limit next door at the Bellagio by night and work remotely by day. I hit the tables around 7 PM with $500 of chips, and luck was on my side. I doubled up early with AA cracking KK, pulled off a ballsy bluff, and then slowly grinded my stack up. Shortly after I sat down, a stunning Japanese woman sat next to me. Mariko (as I later learned) was 27, petite at 5’4”, with sharp almond eyes framed by lush lashes, silky jet-black hair swaying to her shoulders, and an elegant vibe in her cashmere cardigan over a silk blouse and loose black pants hugging her curves just right. She had this refined poise, but damn, her presence lit a spark. The tab
Night fell silently upon the house, shrouding the study in deep shadow. The candles had burned halfway, and in their flickering light, the Master's figure seemed carved from warm stone—he sat in the same chair, but now he held not a document but a thin glass goblet of dark wine. I entered precisely when he ordered me to appear—on the dot, having memorized my lesson. “Come here,” he said without turning around. I approached, knelt at his feet, and stood motionless, my hands clasped on my hips. I wore only the same cotton dress—at his command. The host placed his glass on the table and finally looked at me. His gaze slid over my face, neck, and chest, barely covered by the fabric. "Today you proved that you can wait," he began, his low voice sending shivers down my spine. "But true art isn't about freezing for an hour. It's about maintaining control when your body is screaming at you to stop. Are you ready for the test?" “Yes, Master,” I whispered, feeling
I still can't believe this actually happened. Like, I keep waking up and thinking it was some fucked up dream but then I remember the way Alex looked at me this morning over breakfast and I know it was real. ​ So my best friend Erin and I have been close since we were like 12. She's basically a sister to me. We tell each other everything. And I mean everything. We've shared clothes, shared secrets, even shared guys before in a threesome once when we were both 18 and stupid. ​ But sharing my little brother? That was never on the bingo card. ​ Alex just turned 18 last week. He's always been the annoying little brother in my head. You know, the one who used to steal my phone and hide my makeup. But something changed this year. He started working out. Got taller. His voice dropped. And suddenly he wasn't this little kid anymore. He had this jawline that made me look twice and these arms that filled out his shirts in a way that made me uncomfortable.
My wife's name is Karina. She's thirty-one, but looks twenty-four at most—a slender brunette with long hair down to her waist, expressive brown eyes, and full lips. She has B-cup breasts, but very firm, with large, dark nipples that always protrude. She has a flat stomach that tapers to a shaved pubic area with a thin strip of hair. Her labia are well-groomed and tightly pressed together. She has a round butt with a small anus that I sometimes fuck on holidays. Her legs are long and flowing—her measurements are 88x58x92. We've been together for seven years. Karina works for a large IT company, managing the testing department, and she has a team of men. The team is young and ambitious, all between twenty-five and thirty-five. The company planned a corporate retreat for late November at the Sosnovy Bor country spa hotel, an hour's drive from the city. The two-day program included a conference, team building, spa treatments, and an evening banquet. Wives and husbands we
Sooooo after that first time in the supply closet, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Like, all week. It replayed in my mind at the most inappropriate times. Meetings, whilst typing up reports, even while trying to make small talk by the coffee machine. Three times that week I'd found myself in bed, panties around my ankles, remembering the look on Tom's face when I'd exposed myself to him. One week later and he was looking better, more like his old self. He'd even joined in with some office banter that morning. But now, midway through Friday, he was looking at me earnestly. "Hey Sarah," he said, his voice casual. "I need to grab some supplies from the closet. You know where the good pens are, right?" I felt a blush creeping up my neck. I glanced around the office, and once again, everyone was absorbed in their work, no one paying us any attention. "Sure," I said, trying to sound equally casual. "I can show you, if you want?" “That would be perfect.” We stood up almost simultan
When this story took place I hadn’t been dating for a while and was a bit lonely. Naturally that led to forming a habit of getting myself off right after coming home from work. One day I forgot to close the curtains while I was already lying in bed. My apartment was pretty high up from the street so nobody can see me if I’m lying down. At least that’s what I thought. I pull down my boxers and I close my eyes, picturing this attractive, blonde woman I saw on the subway home. I imagine her hand on my cock instead of mine, just staring at me in this controlling way as she does it. Her top buttons undone, her cleavage on full display. Just as I’m getting close I briefly open my eyes and check the window. Thats when I spot someone looking at me from the second story window across the street. A woman. We lock eyes for a split second. Fuck, I think I know her. I immediately roll over on my side and pull the covers over my exposed bottom half. I put on my pants and pull the curtains closed.
**---** *All characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. The following is intended for mature audiences only.* *\*Flashfoward\** ''So, how is London?'' ''Oh my God, it's incredible. Far better than I expected.'' It felt a bit weird to talk to her. It has been some time, and I never expected her to call me. ''How is it back home?'' She asked. ''It's fine... Yeah...'' ''You don't sound that convincing...'' ''Yeah, it's uhm... Just a bit lonely.'' ''Ahhh, but were you not going to visit Nina soon?'' ''Oh... You didn't hear...?'' ''Hear what? I'm not really in contact with her that much to be honest. Same with Olivia,'' she said. ''Why are you calling me anyways?'' I asked. ''Well, you gave me some really good advice at the end of summer. And, well, I need more of it...'' ''Really...?'' I was a bit surprised that she was asking for that. Especially after everything that happened. ''It's about what I told you... You know,'' she said. ''Oh..
IT IS NOT. There is no need to feel ashamed or insecure about your dick size, 99% of it is just the media and internet lying to you. I would million times rather ride a normal-sized dick than try to take a massive python. Like do you guys see how small we girls are? How can a 5'1” me take a 10 inch cock. Either way, unrealistic, almost no one has that and it hurts anyway. Anything more than 5-6 inches feels painful and is just a bad experience. Maybe it works for some, but my pussy is small and short, I love a dick that I can ride for a while, not something that will hurt me after a minute. A dick and a person I can make love with rather than just have a mindless interaction. Dick size and me cumming hard on a cock has had no correlation for me. Give me a 4 inch cock, bit of fingers and some tongue action and you made me the happiest girl on the planet.. Most women don't want that super crazy stuff. The average is great for a good chunk of women. Especially if you know how to angl
IT IS NOT. There is no need to feel ashamed or insecure about your dick size, 99% of it is just the media and internet lying to you. I would million times rather ride a normal-sized dick than try to take a massive python. Like do you guys see how small we girls are? How can a 5'1” me take a 10 inch cock. Either way, unrealistic, almost no one has that and it hurts anyway. Anything more than 5-6 inches feels painful and is just a bad experience. Maybe it works for some, but my pussy is small and short, I love a dick that I can ride for a while, not something that will hurt me after a minute. A dick and a person I can make love with rather than just have a mindless interaction. Dick size and me cumming hard on a cock has had no correlation for me. Give me a 4 inch cock, bit of fingers and some tongue action and you made me the happiest girl on the planet.. Most women don't want that super crazy stuff. The average is great for a good chunk of women. Especially if you know how to angl
​ I had recently started a new job, and one of the perks offered was that top performers could win an all expenses paid cruise to the Bahamas. To my surprise, I found myself a winner in my very first year. Which is how I found myself solo on a cruise with a group of coworkers I didn't know very well, most of whom were traveling with either spouses or their families. I got the sense that as one of the only singles I would be spending a good chunk of the voyage alone, not that I was complaining necessarily. I decided at the time to keep an open mind, make the best of it, and maybe even meet someone new. Worst case scenario was enjoying the sun and the free food and drinks and coming home with a sunburn and a hangover. Best case scenario - well even in my wildest dreams I couldn't have expected what was about to happen. It started the first evening. A dinner for the full team was arranged, with speeches about productivity and rewards for hard work and all that good stuff.
When I was in my early 20s, I did a lot of online dating. I believe when I was 22, I met this cute 19year old woman online that I ended up hitting it off with. We decided to meet up for a date and had a great time. She even told me later about some of the subtle things I did that turned her on (just little moments and touches that she liked). We ended up dating for a while, but things didn’t exactly work out and we both agreed to split, but stay friends since we did really get along. I was dating off and on for a few years after, still occasionally talking to her, and maybe meeting up for some fun every once in a while during a dry spell, but nothing consistent. One day, she messages me and asks if we can meet up asap. It seemed she was really upset and needed to talk. I told her to come by my place and we talked about her relationship issues and that she needed to move out. I offered her a spare room in my apartment and she agreed to stay with me. Things started off normal, we wer
This past Saturday, there was a mysterious beeping in the kitchen. It took us like 30 minutes to find it and when we did it was the little display inside the fridge, flashing "H1". Well crap. So I know you all feel me when I say times are tight, a new fridge isn't in our budget, without having to dip into the emergency fund, and that's always a last resort. Luckily, my husband, the awesome guy he is, knew what to do. He googled the code, read a bunch of articles and watched some videos and ordered the parts. Free shipping had them arriving yesterday. Hubs gets home before, had a coffee and got to work. New parts in place, error code gone, just had to wait for it to cool down. Oh yeah, he changed the water filter too. So by the time I got off work, picked up youngest daughter, took her to a after school thing and picked up dinner, it was almost 9:00 by the time I got home. We chatted about odds and ends while he got up from his chair at the table and goes to the fridge, I hadn't