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
It was one of those night shifts that starts out like any other. A hospital after midnight is a world unto itself. Silence punctuated by the beeping of machines, dim light in the hallways, and a feeling as if the rest of the city had died out. I, Sveta, had been working here as a nurse for five years. I knew every corner, every creaking linoleum. That evening, there was a corporate party celebrating some anniversary of the head physician. A modest drinking session in the staff room on the second floor. Champagne, cognac, cheap snacks. I sipped a little, then another, the tension of the shift slowly dissolving in a light, pleasant alcoholic haze. I wasn't completely drunk, but rather warmed up. My body felt light, my cheeks were flushed, and playful, warm shivers ran through me. I threw my white robe over the short black dress I'd worn underneath—I planned to pop into a club after my shift. The robe came unbuttoned, revealing my cleavage and the slightly trembling, firm breas
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
I’ve been best friends with his daughter, sleeping over almost every weekend. Her dad has been my quiet crush forever. For months I’ve been pushing it: “forgetting” a towel after showers so I walk past him in just a thong, wearing his old band tees with nothing underneath, bending over in tiny shorts when he’s on the couch. He always looked, clenched his jaw, but never touched. Last night my friend passed out early after too much wine, upstairs in her room. I’m in the basement “watching a movie” in his oversized flannel (stolen from the laundry) and lace panties, legs tucked under me on the couch. He comes down for a “nightcap,” sees me in his shirt, stops dead. “You’re killing me, kid.” I bite my lip, uncurl my legs slow, let the flannel ride up. “Then stop fighting it.” That’s all it took. He’s on me in two steps, lifting me off the couch like I’m nothing, laying me back on the thick rug in front of the TV. Flannel unbuttoned gentle, panties peeled off and tossed aside. He k
When I was still living in my previous apartment, a new neighbor moved into the building across from mine. Her windows were directly opposite my bedroom. We never met in person, never even spoke. One night, while getting ready for bed, I noticed her curtains were still open. The light in her room was dimmed but still on. At first, I tried not to stare, but then she started to change. Slowly. She took her time, stretching and moving around the room. I stood there longer than I should have. When she finally glanced toward my window, our eyes met. She didn’t rush to close the curtains. She simply smiled and kept going. After that, it started happening more often. Late nights. Curtains open. Long, deliberate movements. Sometimes she wore pantyhose; sometimes she just sat completely naked. And every time, she made sure to look toward my bedroom, catching me watching. It stopped feeling accidental. One night, she didn’t change right away. She sat on the edge of her bed instead, legs cros
The champagne was crap, but Lera was drinking it for the third glass in a row just to keep her hands occupied. The party was raging all around her: someone was shouting toasts from the balcony, bodies were rubbing against each other in the living room to wild indie rock, and someone's whiskey collection was already being sorted out in the kitchen. She felt like a ghost—in her most revealing black dress, which was supposed to inspire confidence but instead only exposed her back and made her cringe at the looks. New Year's. Again. Noise, hubbub, false laughter. She leaned against the doorframe between the kitchen and the packed loggia, watching the glamorous presenters counting down the final minutes on the TV. Her head was pounding with alcohol and fatigue. Her last boyfriend, Artyom, had been an ex for six months, and their sex, frankly, had been as predictable as this party. Carefully, according to schedule, in the same position. No madness. No loss of control. "Fuck,&#
Every Summer for our mom's birthday, my twin sister Nichole and I go into town to find a gift to get her from both of us. The summer after we graduated high school, we found ourselves at Barnes and Noble in the afternoon the day before Mom's birthday. It was a family tradition not to get things done very long before the deadline. Nichole and I had both turned eighteen a few months earlier. "Is Mom still into those self-help books?" I asked Nichole absently. She shrugged and we wandered over to another section. Mom was an avid reader, so bookstores were usually a good bet. We wandered slowly through the store, not seeing anything that really caught our eye. Eventually we wound up at the magazine rack at the back of the store. "Oh, God. Shit," I heard my sister hiss under her breath suddenly. I saw her look over at some guy and then she pressed her body up against mine. And when I say that, I mean she *really* pressed against me in a way she had never done before. "There's this guy
his story takes place almost 15 years ago when my wife and I were living in a more busy part of Southern California. At the time, I was daily driving my motorcycle to and from work/graduate school through SoCal traffic. All of the saddle time resulted in me being incredibly stiff and sore in the shoulders, back and hips. The commute was terrible and only made slightly tolerable because I was able to cut my commute time in half. I was spending 45min-1hr commuting each way and if I were to drive a car, it would have taken me over 1.5 hrs during rush hour times. I had heard of stories of happy endings at sketchy massage parlors and after doing some research on Rubmaps, I decided on a fairly high rated parlor on my route home. As I entered the facility, I was greeted by an older asian woman asking 30 min or 1 hr. I said 30 min and she replied, "$30." I handed her $30, which I thought was a pretty damn good deal for a 30 min massage. She guided me into a room with dim lights and classic z
Let me start with my age. I'm 54. I recently went to the countryside to get some heating installed at our dacha. They put me up with an old lady who lived next door. She was an ordinary old lady, and very easy to talk to. She often used swear words in conversation, making jokes. Her jokes were often below the belt. She was pleasant-looking, plump, with a huge ass and seven-cup breasts. Her name was Anna Semyonovna. I arrived at the site in the late afternoon. When we sat down to dinner, she poured me a shot and shared it with me. I thanked her for the treat and went to bed. The next morning, my hostess woke me to the clatter of dishes as she bustled about in the kitchen. A light breakfast and I was already at the site, which was located on the neighboring property. I worked all day, breaking only for lunch. “And I’m following you,” I heard Anna Semyonovna’s voice as I was installing the fasteners. “What is it?” I responded. "Okay, it's time for lunch. War is war, but lun