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
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
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
My daughter left for training. She was preparing for important competitions, and I knew she would only return late at night. Saturday. My husband left with friends on a fishing trip until Monday. I sat down to the report that needed to be submitted on Monday morning, and had almost gotten into the work rhythm when the doorbell rang. On the doorstep stood Tyler my daughter's boyfriend. Tall, broad shoulders, with a cute face, but already completely adult, he was 18 years old. We greeted each other, he came inside. He said he had asked to be excused from college for important matters. I asked what exactly. Instead of answering, he took out his phone, unlocked the screen, turned on the video and showed it to me. His fingers held the phone tightly. On the video was me. I was on my knees in the living room of his house. My lips were stretched around his father's thick cock, saliva was flowing down my chin, and a hand was lying on the back of my head. The sound was off, but I already knew
Marina froze, clutching a duster in her hand. Her husband's voice was heard from behind the office door. "Thanks for staying late, Stas. Let's go over the estimate again, and then I'll let you go. Lenka's probably waiting at home, and she's probably pissed off." "It's okay, Sergeich," Stas replied. "Lena can wait. It's important." Marina was kneeling before the director's desk, completely naked except for rubber gloves and a headscarf. This was exactly how she was supposed to look on Fridays, when she came to "clean" her husband's office after hours. Only her husband didn't know this. He thought the cleaning lady came on Saturday mornings, and that it was some Aunt Zina from the cleaning company. In reality, for six months now, Marina had been coming here every Friday, undressing in the utility room, and getting down to her duties. But instead of a mop and bucket, she was given a different task. Sometimes it was
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
I am 18 here for context, this was few months back when I worked administration at a company of my father friend. I used to take the late shuttle back from the office, the one that runs after everyone else has already gone home. It's basically empty except this one night it was packed because there'd been some downtown event letting out at the same time. No seats left anywhere. I spotted a guy from a different team, Marcus, sitting near the back. Total IT-department energy, glasses always a little crooked, the kind of guy who gets flustered if you make direct eye contact with him too long. We'd flirted at a work happy hour once and it had gone nowhere because he kept stammering and I found it unbearably cute. I plopped down next to him going "there's zero seats, budge up," and he went red and said "oh, uh, yeah, here" and shifted over, except the space was tight enough that I basically ended up half on his lap instead of next to him. I looked at him and went "this ok?" and he nodded
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
Kelly squirmed as my cock slid into her pussy, the tight fit of her lips gripping and distending around my swollen tool as I slid back out before pitching forward once more. With her on all fours in front of the mirror, I could see her face distort in pain and pleasure as I pulled her hair hard, making her arch her back and thrust her sunburnt tits forward. “Oh my god!” she wailed, letting out a sob as I kissed her neck. “Do you like it?” I snarled in her ear. “Yes,” she gasped before her voice turned into a stutter, like the words themselves were frightening: “B-b-break me…” Let me back up a bit. Kelly and I met on a blog platform that will be familiar to Millennials. I had my public facing page, that my friends knew about, like an online diary, but after I turned eighteen, I started a secret blog to post erotic short stories on. Some things never change. Kelly was one of my most loyal readers, and we got to know each other as a result—it seemed too good to be true that she would
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
**Everyone in this story is 18 years old.** Small update today, but still wanted to share: Things have been awesome between Bri and I. We’ve been texting nonstop, mostly about how excited we are to see each other next. I’m trying to play it cool, but it’s tough! If I had it my way, we’d be hanging out every day. But I don’t want to seem too pushy, or give away the fact that we’re hooking up to our friends or parents. It’s not that I’m embarrassed to be with her (actually the complete opposite, I’m ecstatic about it lol). But like a lot of you have said, the build up and exploring together is the fun part. I really like how things are progressing, and I really want things to remain fun and casual. And if that means waiting a few extra days, then I’m happy to do it. We briefly planned on getting together Tuesday, but then our friends suggested we go out to dinner, and we figured we should go. It was fun and normal, with the exception that Bri and I had to stifle our smiles and preten
I was halfway through a bowl of cereal and a mindless scroll of Instagram when my phone started buzzing. The contact photo was Rachel’s, my girlfriend. I thumbed to answer, still chewing. “Hey babe,” I said, slouching further into the kitchen chair. “Marc! Can you do me a huge favor?” “Of course. What’s up?” “So, I’m at the mall with Kelly. My mom’s, like, totally on her own today and she bought this new couch? Except the delivery guys only left it in the driveway and she has no one to help drag it in. Can you swing by and help her?” Rachel’s mom. That should have set off my internal alarm system, but it didn’t. Instead, I felt the low, humming thrum of anticipation in my balls. “Yeah, no problem,” I said. “What time?” “She’s home now. Can you head over soon?” There was a weird pause. “She says she’ll owe you, like, a pie or something.” “I’m on it,” I said, probably a little too fast. “Tell your mom I’m on my way.” Rachel squealed her thanks and hung up before I could say anyth
Denis had gotten drunk again. No, it wasn't even offensive—it was somehow dull and familiar, like the creak of a cracked veranda door, the kind you hear every day and no longer notice. But today, that creak was the end of me. We'd only been at the dacha for three days, and I was dreaming of at least a little break from the city, but by lunchtime he'd already coaxed a bottle of cognac "for the shashlik" and by evening he was sprawled out in our summer bedroom, arms spread out, snoring rhythmically. He hadn't even properly undressed. I sat on the porch, smoking—I'd actually quit a year ago, but now I'd borrowed a pack from him—and watched the first streetlights flicker on over the neighboring property. A dull resentment throbbed in my neck. Thirty-six years old, and I was living with a man who preferred the bottle to me. The thought made me so bitter that I stood up abruptly, threw a light summer dress over my naked body, and went out the gate. Just to
I still feel kinda guilty about it but fuck it, what happened happened. This was three months ago. My sister Emma (23F) has been dating Jake (24M) for almost two years. And from the first time I met him at a family BBQ, I knew I was in trouble. He's one of those guys who walks into a room and every girl stops talking. Tall, like 6'2, broad shoulders from lifting, but then he opens his mouth and starts talking about books or some documentary he watched and you realize he's not just a pretty face. Dark hair, strong jaw, arms that look like they could pin me down without even trying. I used to make excuses to be around them just so I could stare at him. My sister had no idea I was practically dripping every time he said my name. So when Emma told me she had to go to Chicago for a week for her internship training, I saw my window. Jake's birthday was four days into that week. I texted him like "hey Emma said you'll be alone on your bday, let me take you out for drinks, my treat." He took
I(23M at the time) have always been close with my cousin(20M at the time), we hung out all the time and there were never any indications that she anything but a sweet little Christian girl. On one of the annual family meetups, all the cousins were sat together but eventually we got bored so a couple of us snuck upstairs and found a bottle of wine. When she suggested to drink it, I was shocked because I never thought of her doing anything bad, little did I know drinking alcohol would be the most innocent thing about her. We took it to a bedroom and it was us 2 and another male cousin(21M) drinking and playing a card game. Soon enough the game started to get a bit crazy with the loser getting dared to do crazier and crazier things. I eventually lost and she suddenly asked me to take off my shirt for the next game, I did and she couldn't keep her eyes off my chest for the whole round. But I won next and me being petty made her take off her top, so now we're both out of our shirts, with h
My wife has been best friends with Angela for years now, we try and go away for a weekend all together a few times a year. We typically go to some sort of resort with holiday homes with lots of facilities. To be economical we typically get a nice waterfront home that we share with them. One huge advantage is that they tend to wake up early and are out of the house so we get the place to ourselves. This means we can sleep in a bit together. This presents a bit of an opportunity. As we share the home there is some privacy but we do have to be quiet. My wife can and loves to be very loud and doesn't enjoy cumming if she can't. She's also paranoid about being caught. Over the years my wife and I developed a bit of a routine. When we wake up we'll cuddle and spoon for a while until she feels me getting hard. She'll then start playing with my cock for a bit and will at some point slide under the covers to give me a long and extremely hot blowjob. My wife and I were enjoying our usual r
My flight from Tyumen was delayed by just half an hour, so I arrived in Moscow even earlier than I'd expected. The business trip was a bit rushed: the contractors signed the contract right away, so I didn't have to sit around and woo them until Friday evening. I caught a taxi and was in the elevator to my floor by three o'clock. I didn't call Marina—I wanted to surprise her, thinking she'd light up with joy when I walked into the hallway with a bouquet from the airport kiosk. I opened the door quietly, the key turning almost silently—I'd recently lubricated the lock. The hallway was dimly lit, and the scent of her perfume and something else, barely perceptible and foreign, hung on the coat rack. A man's windbreaker I'd never seen before hung on the hanger, and a pair of size 10 sneakers sat on the shoe rack. I froze and listened. From the living room came unmistakable rhythmic sounds, and a deep male voice. I quietly kicked off my shoes and walked dow
Obviously I didn’t plan it like that, it just kind of happened. For anyone who doesn’t know, the heat in the UK over the last few days has been INSANE, and so a couple of days ago I was hanging out in my garden with my friend’s Mark and Dave. The idea was that they were supposed to be helping me tidy the back yard before our weekly gaming session, but after a small amount of token weed-pulling, we were all bored and tired and sweaty, so we ended up lazing around and doing not much of much. Dave and Mark were both on their laptops at the table, taking refuge from the sun beneath the patio umbrella, whereas I was lying on a blanket on the grass in my new sundress, my skin bronzed already and absolutely dripping with sweat. "They completely ruined stealth builds with this update,” Mark said, staring at his laptop reading the patch notes of some game I wasn’t familiar with. “Every enemy has an absurd detection radius now.” “Sucks to suck,” Dave replied, not really listening either, ty
This story happened twenty years ago, when I was 20 and home from college for the summer. My younger sister, Jane, who was 18 at the time, had been dating a local guy named Matt for a few months. I’d gone to school with him, but I barely knew him until he started seeing her. Matt was tall, athletic, dark-haired, and effortlessly handsome — the kind of guy who naturally drew attention. To be honest, Jane was stunning. She had the kind of beauty people openly talked about: tall, long-legged, perfectly proportioned, with gorgeous features and flowing dark hair. She was also an exceptional athlete, especially in gymnastics, and would later earn a prestigious scholarship because of it. I was attractive too, just in a different way. I was shorter, with a tight ass and beautiful perky boobs and a pretty face. But next to Jane, I often felt invisible. At family events, everyone would gush about how beautiful she was, while I rarely received the same attention. It could be frustrating and hur
Back in college I was always meeting new people, whether it was in classes or hanging out on campus. I had a friend named Jenny I’d met playing volleyball by her dorm on campus. She had a break in classes the same time as me and we'd often hang out in the university center to get lunch or do homework until our next classes. Jenny was in a sorority and it was pretty common for us to see her sisters while we were hanging out and I’d met a few of them and they were always pretty nice. Vanessa was not. Vanessa was a brunette with dyed hair making it very dark red. She was about 5’5”, tan and buxom. We met and she was very curt when she spoke to me, but very open with Jenny. I chalked it up to her not knowing me very well yet. After some time she’d still not really opened up around me much, though I tried to ask her questions and get to know her. She even outright ignored me at times. I always kept a friendly tone in contrast to her unwelcoming demeanor. I started to keep it more cordial