The next morning we were woken up by my aunt Lisa calling down the inside staircase to the basement. “Hey! Breakfast!” She shouted. Annie my step sister, Becky my cousin and I, all woke up. We each felt fuzzy, confused, hungover and awkward from the previous night's events. None of us said a word. We just took turns using the bathroom and headed upstairs. We ate breakfast with our parent’s at the kitchen table. “So, what did you guy's do last night?” My mom, Amy asked. “Oh, just took a walk by the lake, then hung out in the hot tub for a little bit before bed. Nothing crazy.” Becky lied. Annie and I just nodded in agreement. “Good, well the plan today is to hangout by the lake, then later us adults are going out for dinner. After dinner, we're seeing a comedy show. Becky, you can join if you'd like but unfortunately Annie and Jake aren’t old enough to get in.” My aunt said. Becky thought for a moment and replied to her mother, “It's okay, I'll hang back and spend some more tim
I’ve owned a sports therapy center for about 10 years. Before that I jumped around but I really am good at what I do. One of my neighbors is one of those weekend warriors who insisted that all his kids play sports. His youngest daughter (20) runs at a local college and out of all his kids she’s the best athlete by far. He's come in and seen me a few times over the years from his own personal sports injuries. A few weeks ago his daughter was injured and hasn’t been able to run. He asked if I could help and of course I could. I’ve seen her on her runs… there are trails by our houses. She’s caught my eye a few times. We say hello but nothing more. But when she came in a couple of weeks ago, it’s like we have always known each other for years. She’s very sweet and friendly. The first time I worked on her omfg. Her legs felt so good. I couldn’t help letting my mind wander. And then we went into the pool for a light work out, I don’t think she understood what the plan was, her bathing s
ok so this happened last weekend and i still can't believe i actually did it but also i'd absolutely do it again without hesitation my fwb and i went to this outdoor movie night thing at a park where they set up a big screen on the grass and everyone brings blankets and sits together and it was packed like probably a hundred people or something and we set up toward the back corner because we got there late it was already dark when the movie started and we had this big blanket spread out and another one over us because it was kind of chilly and at first we were actually watching the movie and being normal but then he put his hand on my thigh under the blanket and just left it there and i was wearing this thin little sundress of course with no panties on underneath because i'm me and i make bad decisions on purpose and his hand just slowly crept higher and higher and my breath started getting shaky and i looked around and the closest people were maybe six feet away on their own blanke
So yea I woke up this morning in a very messy and confusing situation…. Rewind to last night. My wife and I were hanging out with one of my wife’s friends at her mom’s house. Weather was nice so we were chilling in the hot tub having some drinks and smoking. So I’m in paradise right high got a good buzz on with 3 gorgeous women, granted I know the only one I have a chance with is my wife but still a very nice view. My wife and her friend have on very sexy thong bikinis leaving little to the imagination. But my mother in law, early 50s woman recently divorced, she was a really nice view. She had on some sort of like designer type swimsuit that rode up her ass perfect and on top it looked like she was about to bust out of it. Everytime one of the lovely ladies would get out to grab another round of drinks I couldn’t help but stare and I know I didn’t do a very good job at hiding it. Everytime I would get up to get the next round I know it was very obvious how excited I was. When it cam
She said it casually, the way you say things to your best friend that you'd never say to anyone else. We were on her couch, wine, the kind of late night honesty that comes out when your guard is all the way down. She wrinkled her nose and said she just doesn't like it, never has, and he'd learned to live with it. She laughed a little when she said it like it was a minor inconvenience rather than something he was quietly starving for. I didn't say anything. I just nodded and changed the subject and filed it away somewhere I didn't fully examine for a while. He and I had always had a chemistry that we both pretended wasn't there because pretending was the only responsible option. He was hers. I loved her. Those two facts were supposed to be enough and for a long time they were. She left early that night. Tired, headache, kissed us both on the cheek and walked out. Left us sitting there with a half empty bottle and no buffer and two years of carefully maintained distance that started
My wife’s friend group has always been close a couple of them had know each other since high school the other 3 rounded out the group in college. They were all sorority sisters etc…. All the couples in their late 30’s to early 40’s. The husbands were there because our wives are all friends. The guys are all still pretty good friends. Our friends had just bought this house in the valley and it was super cool, backed up to a national forest so real quiet and secluded. They have a heated pool that is just incredible. The have a swim up bar, waterfall , hot tub etc…. We hung out for a while drinking and talking. It was one of those perfect summer nights. The women unofficially competed against each other seeing who could maintain the best body. So they were all in good shape but a few different body types. Brittany & Abby we’re friends since high school Abby is a runner , skinny athletic build lots of energy. Brittany was also athletic but bigger chest with a big but great looking
I'd (f23) been chatting with David online for a few weeks before he invited me. He was older — maybe late thirties — sophisticated, articulate, the kind of man who seemed to know exactly what he wanted. Our conversations had gotten progressively flirtier, more explicit, until one night he asked if I'd like to come to a party at his place that weekend. What kind of party? I'd typed back. There was a long pause before his response came through. *I want to be honest with you. It's a sex party. You're welcome to just watch if that's all you're comfortable with. No pressure, no expectations. But I think you'd enjoy yourself.* My heart had started racing as I read his message. I'd thought about things like this before, fantasised about them late at night when I touched myself, but actually going to one? That felt like crossing a line from fantasy into reality. *I don't know,* I typed. *I've never done anything like that.* *I know. That's part of why I'm inviting you. I think you're cur
I hadn't planned anything at all that evening. Seriously. I just came to my mom's for the weekend, to get away from the dorm and eat some proper home-cooked food. I'm nineteen, a second-year student at the University of Technology. When I walked into the kitchen, Mom was busy at the stove, and Natalya was standing next to her. Her best friend. We'd known each other my entire adult life. She'd been coming to visit us for as long as I could remember. Tall, brunette, always perfectly coiffed, smelling of expensive perfume. Mom constantly says how great Natalya is, how well-preserved she is, even though she's supposedly forty-four. And that's when I looked at her differently for the first time. Not as "Aunt Natasha," but as... a woman. She was wearing a simple housedress, light, just below the knee, sleeveless. It hugged her hips in a way that made something click in my head. "Son, wash your hands and sit down. Natalya is staying with us tonight,
I'd like to share a story that happened to me last summer. My wife and I rented a dacha in a small village, and we shared a bathhouse with our neighbors—an old wooden structure where everyone took turns steaming on weekends. My neighbor, Liza, a young widow in her thirties, lived alone, with a stunning figure: full breasts, a narrow waist, long legs, and a butt so perfect you couldn't take your eyes off her. I'd sometimes see her in the garden wearing short shorts, and it turned me on, but it never went beyond fantasy. One hot evening, my wife went into town on business, and I decided to take a steam bath in the banya. I lit the stove and filled it with water, but then I heard footsteps – Liza had arrived too, apparently unaware I was there. She entered the changing room and began to undress, while I, already in the steam room, froze. The door to the steam room had a small, fogged-up window, but I could peek through a crack in the wall – it was an old banya, with holes e
I’d always noticed Sarah from across the office. Sharp tongue in meetings, tight skirts hugging her hips just right, that look she’d give me over her monitor like she knew exactly what she was doing. We’d spent months trading sly smiles, brushing a little too close in the break room, stretching conversations longer than necessary. On my last day, the tension felt electric. After the farewell drinks with the team, she leaned in close. “We should celebrate your freedom,” she said, eyes locked on mine. “Bar down the street. My treat.” The place was dim and loud, but we found a cramped corner booth. Our knees touched immediately. Neither of us moved them. Beers turned into shots. We laughed about late nights at the office, bitched about the boss, and then the conversation shifted, lower and slower. She leaned forward, blouse dipping just enough to flash the lace edge of her bra. “You’ve been checking me out for months,” she teased, her foot sliding slowly up my calf. “Guilty,” I admi
so this guy is one of my absolute best friends ever....he's super chill, always checks in on me, sweet in that lowkey way, but we've never gone there "romantically'" he's not really muy type and back when we got close i just needed a solid friend more than anything, so it worked perfectly for both of us. anyway, one night we're drunk and we're talking deep personal shit and he opens up about how he struggles with sex because he's really sensitive down there and **cums SUUPER FAST. like embarrassingly fast.** he said it makes him anxious every time things get intimate and he just ends up in his head the whole time. i told him straight up there are girls out there who think that's cute or hot or whatever, he just has to find the right one, but he was clearly self-conscious af about it. so **i half-jokingly, half-seriously offered to help him practice..**..blowjobs on the regular until he could last longer and feel more confident. he laughed his ass off at first thinking i was messing
The next evening, when Alyona crossed the threshold, Andrei barely recognized the woman who had left that morning. A different being appeared before him—domineering, transformed. Her posture and gaze radiated an icy arrogance that took her husband's breath away. He was accustomed to the role of subordinate, but now that role was imbued with a new, intoxicating meaning—he stood before not just a wife, but a mistress. With a slight movement of her hand, she indicated that he should kneel. Then she revealed part of her body to him. Andrei pressed himself to her hungrily, tasting the unmistakable traces of another's presence in his mouth. His furtive glances at her face were met only by a cold disdain, visible in the upturned corner of her lips, making his heart beat faster. "Enough," came a voice from above, and he immediately pulled away. Alyona, adjusting her clothes, got on all fours, arching her back. "You know what to do." "Of course, my love." He p
The club was hot and loud and sweaty, the air thick with perfume, spilled alcohol, and the throbbing pulse of the bass. Beams of light cut across the room in sharp lines, dancing with the crowd in rhythmic pulses. People were packed tight on the dancefloor, bodies brushing and grinding, hips rolling in time with the beat. This was not my scene, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Max’s either, but Julie was grinning, her blue dress clinging to her skin, the thin straps barely holding it together, her breasts bouncing with every step. “Let’s get drinks first!” Julie shouted over the music, pointing at the bar. Max nodded, still looking a little overwhelmed, his eyes darting over the crowd. I felt his pain. An evening inside with a good book or videogame was more my speed. I touched his arm lightly. “You okay?” I mouthed. He nodded emphatically, like he did this sort of thing every day. “Of course!” Julie grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bar, dragging him through the mass of d
My mind was wandering the whole weekend. My wife telling me I needed to save my cum for our married neighbor, Carol wasn't first on my mind. I wasn't shocked she is going to let me fuck her but the whole situation is uncomfortable. Mike and Carol are good friends and I don't want this to ruin our friendship. Mike said it wouldn't so I'm going to trust him because he trusts me. Saturday night, my wife, Kat, suggested I meet her and Carol Monday evening at an out of town meeting they'll be at for a couple of days. She said I could give Carol what she wanted, if she still wants it. It was only a 3 hour drive so I made arrangements to leave early from work on Monday then off the next 2 days. Kat had left me a key to her room at the desk, to put my stuff in and to get cleaned up after work. I then waited on the ladies in the hotel lobby. Carol was surprised to see me and Kat acted surprised too. I told them I wanted to surprised Kat and have a few days away from work. Carol didn't suspe
A little bit of back story on this one. I have been the PTO president at my kids' school now for the past 5 years, with an extra 2 years before that as just a parent volunteer. In this spot, the staff at the school view me as an honorary staff member since I am there so much and generally do a vast majority of the fundraising by myself. The nice thing is, that I have gotten super close with some of the teachers there, including Megan, who is now pretty much my best friend. We generally get together just the two of us a couple times a month and do a couples night out with our husbands maybe once every one or two months. Megan's husband Dave is also a teacher at the school, but he and my husband get along really well. This last Friday, Dave was having a poker night in his basement with some friends (not including my husband), so Megan asked if I wanted to come keep her company while they played. I never need an excuse to go hang out with her and drink wine, so I of course said yes.
I know the other women at church like my husband. I see them. The way they hold his gaze a beat too long. The way they find reasons to touch his arm when they talk. The way they laugh at things that aren't that funny. And I'm not a bit jealous. I married him. I get to take him home. But Marcy is different. Marcy practically drips. Slides right off the pew, she gets so wet. She never wears a bra. She might not think she needs to, those tiny breasts barely making a shadow under her blouse, but wow. Her nipples are hard to miss. Little points pressing through cotton, through linen, through everything. And whenever Mark enters a room she just kind of... stops talking. Mid-sentence sometimes. Her eyes drift off and narrow as she focuses on him. Tracks him like a lab tracks a rabbit. She's always laughing at his jokes. Always finding excuses to touch his arms. Her husband Darryl doesn't seem to notice, or maybe he's just decided not to. I think it's kind of cute. I trust Mark. And Marc
This is the story of the first time I cheated on my wife. It was about 6 years ago. If people like it I’ll post other stories and how my infidelity evolved our relationship in some interesting and hot ways. I work in an office of mainly women. I have a flirty vibe with a couple of them but up until this point it hadn’t gone further than that. One of my coworkers in particular, Nora, is the most flirty with me. Her teams messages are always super bubbly and she uses emojis and usually some sexual innuendo. In person it’s much more than that. She’s young, maybe 22 or 23, long dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, freckles and a tight body that she flaunts around the office. Around this time my team was tasked with a big project that had me working like a dog. I’d go in early, come home late, and my wife wasn’t happy about it. We were fighting a lot. Why am I making ever dinner when I work too? We don’t spend quality time together during the week and then you’re so burnt on the weekends t
So me and my best friend have been friends for over 6 years. We loved double dating with our wives till one drunk night. So it started off chill we went out to eat and after we went to the club where we all got pretty drunk. We took an uber to my place. We got home and my best friend and his wife layed on our couch and we were just chilling there. Till my wife said she was going to the bathroom and a couple mins later my best friend asked if he can use our second bathroom. So it was just me and his wife (we will call his wife Maria), I never sexually fantasized about her till that moment. She was wearing a loose blouse that only covered her breasts and a skirt that was super short. We were talking and talking till she pointed out the boner coming out of my pants. She was laughing while I felt embarrassed so I said I’m sorry. She right away took off her blouse showing her big beautiful breast. I was stunned, I never thought in a million years this will happened. I told her that she wa
Soooo this one happened about five years ago in a particularly slutty period for me. I’d been flirting with two guys in the office at once, and it all culminated with me inviting them both over on the same night… The first knock came at seven twenty-eight. I opened the door to find Tom on the mat, hair slightly damp from the drizzle outside, hoodie unzipped over a soft black T-shirt, a carrier bag of snacks in one hand and a share-size bar of chocolate in the other. “Wow,” he said, eyes flicking down my body and back up quickly. The blue pajama shorts sat high on my hips and barely covered my ass. The top was tight and farrrrr too small; soft cotton that hugged my chest and lay loose over my stomach. I hadn’t worn a bra. Don;t judge me. I was fucking HORNY. I laughed. “Thanks! Thought you might enjoy seeing me out of my office clothes for a change!” “Well…yeah! You look awesome.” “Thanks,” I smiled, turning away from him, letting him see how short the shorts were. I was pretty su
The last bus from the city to my remote district center. Ten o'clock at night, exhausted beyond belief. The bus was half empty—a couple of students with headphones in the front, an old woman with bags by the driver, and me in my usual window seat at the very back. Rain streamed down the window in slanted streaks, the streetlights flickered like garlands. I buried my face in my phone, thinking only about getting there and collapsing into bed. At the stop near the business center, she glided onto the bus. She walked unsteadily, holding onto the handrails. She wore an expensive burgundy coat, a pencil skirt, and heels. Her gaze was empty, slightly glassy. The air smelled of frosty air, perfume, and... whiskey. She walked slowly across the bus, swayed, and plopped down on the seat next to me, even though there were plenty of empty seats. “Sorry,” her voice was hoarse, tired. “I’m just... here. Okay?” “Yes, of course,” I moved towards the window. She shrugged off her coat, crumpling