Separation [f]40 sister in law After my sister in laws Birthday things had gotten weird between her and Arnie. They were arguing a lot and they ended up getting separated a few months back. Melinda was heartbroken and pissed off everytime we came over. Maintenance work was also continued being done by me. A couple of weeks ago I had a some training being done in town for a week and I was driving back and forth an hour away where I lived and the city where she lives. After 2 days my wife asked why I didn't just stay with Melinda so I wouldn't have to drive back so late since we were working and training 12 hr shifts. Melinda told me I was welcome to stay. The 3rd day I brought my bags with me and left home at 5am and went to the plant where I was to work at. After I got off I got to her house at 630pm and went knocked on the door to her house. Melinda answered wearing some short shorts and a tshirt I had never seen her wear around me before. Her bra also seemed to be pad-less due
Back then, I was a clueless 19-year-old dude who'd hooked up a few times but honestly? I had no idea what I was doing downtown. Like, zero game when it came to going down on a girl. But that's where my best friend Erin came in and changed everything. We'd been tight since freshman year, but platonic AF. One night, we're chilling in her room after a party, both a little buzzed on cheap beer and shots, and the conversation drifts to sex, like it always did when we got tipsy. She's venting about this guy she dated who was terrible at oral – "He'd just poke around like he was looking for lost keys, no rhythm, no clue." I laugh and admit I'm probably no better. "Yeah, my ex basically patted my head and said 'good try' before faking an orgasm to end it. I feel like I suck at it." Erin tilts her head, smirking. "Aw, poor you. Guys never get taught this stuff properly. Practice makes perfect, though." We're both giggling now, the room feeling warmer from the booze. She pauses, bites her lip
Last year my wife decided she wanted several of us to go to the mountains and stay in a cabin for a few days. She planned everything and the final head count was the two of us, our teenage children, my mother in law and my wife’s best friend. My father in law did not care for traveling much so he opted to stay in town and dog sit. We made the three and a half hour trip with no problems. We did take two vehicles so that we had plenty of room for seating and luggage. We arrive at the cabin and get everything unpacked so that we can go to dinner. At dinner all the adults with the exception of my wife had a couple of drinks and were feeling good and relaxed. After returning to the cabin everyone seemed to head off to their beds for the night so I slipped my swim shorts on and headed downstairs to their beds the hot tub with another drink. I got tin the hot tub and after a couple of minutes the door opens and my mother in law comes out wrapped in a towel. She told me she heard the jet
I've been dating a girl for two years now, we live together, and I've started getting turned on by the idea of cuckolding, like having someone fuck her, preferably hard. But she's pretty shy; I'm only her third boyfriend. It's just that during sex, I imagine someone just fucking her or about to fuck her right after me. It really turns me on. One day, I was staring at my phone, and she was taking a bath and called me over to get her a book. I walked into the bathroom with her book and phone in my hands and I really wanted to take a picture of her. I turned on the camera, wanting to take a picture, but she noticed, quickly covered her face with her hands and asked what I was doing. I managed to take one photo and replied, "Just a photo." She was surprised, asking, "Why do you need a naked photo of me, etc." We chatted for a bit, and she realized it was just a photo, let me take a normal photo of her in the bathroom, even posed for a little, and it
During his absence, Michael asked me, among other things, to tidy up the pool in the backyard, as I'm an expert in that area. This time, Amanda greeted me politely, mindful of the spanking. By midday, I'd tidied up the pool and the surrounding area, then returned to the house, thinking of ways to further amuse myself with the girl. Amanda was in the living room watching television. I noticed two voices coming from behind the door; her sister, Mary, apparently, was not alone. "Amanda," I began, "your brother asked me to fix the pool in your backyard, and I did it. I don't know if you can use it..." Amanda gasped in excitement, then clapped her hands and exclaimed: - Hooray!! Thank you so much! I can swim now! With these words she ran to the door, opened it slightly and called: - Come in, let's go swimming! “Amanda, who did you call?” I asked. - Mary, she has her friend now... "Amanda, when I was cleaning the pool, there were a lot of piles of feces
We never spoke about it after, and I found out later that she was still with her boyfriend. I haven’t seen her since that project since we worked in different teams. However a couple of weeks ago we got back in touch since work had organised for us to go to a conference together to present the outcome of our project, so we met up to talk about our presentation. I secretly hoped that she’d bring up our hookup since I’d been thinking about her a lot after finding out we’d be working together again, but she was strictly professional and went on as if nothing had ever happened. About a week later we were headed to the conference. I tried not to think about that night since I figured that nothing else was going to happen with her and didn’t want things to be weird between us. We sat next to each other on the plane. We spoke a bit about our presentation for most of the flight, but towards the end she leaned in and whispered something in my ear. “Do you want to know what happened after y
This happened a couple years ago. I had just got back from California, I went there for a week for the Indian Wells tennis tournament (huge tennis fan, played it for 12 years). I stayed at the local resort hotel and brought my swim stuff. It was the day before the tournament officially started, and the weather was, of course, really nice lol so I'm doing laps in the pool (sort of, there's other people and it's not a particularly huge pool but I'm doing my best), and I get out of the pool in front of this sexy older woman. Probably early to mid 50s, a bit of gray in her blonde hair, but very good shape for her age, and big saggy tits. So obviously as you know, swim trunks cling to your skin when getting out of water, so my admittedly huge soft print was extremely noticable to anyone looking, and this woman took the opportunity to say, quite loudly, "Damn boy that's a lot of meat!" I'm not sure what I was supposed to say in that situation lol but my face was getting hot so I just said
Ashley just turned 20 and I'm broke, so I told her “instead of a stupid gift, I’m giving you an experience this year you’ll never forget. like ever.” Ashley is basically a younger clone of me: 20, blonde, blue-eyed, tiny waist, just with bigger, perkier tits guys seem to drool over. I told her boyfriend, Matt, we were having a girls night for her birthday and he was not invited. Before we left I made her swear: “Whatever happens tonight stays between us. Matt, or anyone, can never hear a word out of this. We take this one to the grave.” I drove us to the big adult superstore in an industrial outside Miami. I'd been there a couple months ago, so I knew exactly what's inside and what to do. We walked in wearing matching tiny crop tops and micro skirts. no panties obviously. The guy behind the counter, mid-40s, already smiling and eye fucking us. I leaned over the counter, tits spilling out, bit my lip and said “Hey sir.. my little sister just turned 20. We want the booth for her birthd
Friday. That long-awaited day when the work week ends and two days lie ahead that can be spent on anything. We were sitting in the living room: me, my wife Lera, and two of my friends, Sergey and Igor. We'd known each other for what felt like ages, gone to school together, been hooligans together. Now, here we were, drinking beer together at home, lounging on the couch. There was a certain tension. And it was all Lera's fault. She was dressed in a peculiar way: a short black dress, barely covering her hips, which perfectly hugged her firm butt and small but beautiful breasts. She was braless. I'd noticed this earlier in the day, when she bent over to pick something up and her dark aureola showed through the thin fabric. Back then, it had only given me a rush of lust and the thought, "It's going to be hot tonight." But now, under Sergey and Igor's gaze, this thought became alarming. They stared at her without restraint. Igor, stocky and strong, his arms co
One night, I hadn't gotten much sleep from watching porn until midnight, so I decided to go home to catch up on some sleep, going to my tech room when everyone else had left. After walking a bit down the street, I returned to the entrance, climbed the stairs to my apartment, opened the door, and then heard my mother's voice a couple of floors below. I dashed into the apartment, tossing my jacket, boots, backpack, and bag with two shoes into the built-in closet in the hallway and darted in. The closet doubled as a storage room and was quite spacious. I hid behind the hanging things, and almost immediately the door to the apartment opened, and I heard my mother's softly cooing voice and a man's voice talking to her. - Oh, Yanka, you're such a bitch! I'll eat you right now! - Yes, I am! I'm going to eat you right now! My mother flirted back! I couldn't believe it! She's certainly a beautiful and sexy woman, and men like her, I could see it perfectly.
Obligatory 'this is an old story but I wanted to share it anyway' Just for some background, my best (f)riend who we'll call 'Emily' we grew up together in the same town from the age of about 10. Our respective grandparents were friends ect.. Anyway, very average friendship for a lot of our teenage years going out shopping and whatever together. Her mum would tease us constantly about being a couple ect. and while I did think she was very pretty. We were very different people personality wise, I was a lot more introverted back then to what I am nowadays where she was very extroverted. By around our mid to late teens, we'd both moved away to different areas with our parents, but we both made efforts to catch up/ go shopping, talk to each other about our relationships ect. we was about as close as friends as the opposite sex could be at least imo. However as the years went by we'd drifted apart, I'd gone away to university and she was working here & there.. but still kept in contact
"Hey Mr K, it's Sara. I got your number from dad. I'm home for the summer and was wondering if I could use your pool, just like the good old days?" "Oh hi Sara. Great to hear from you. Sure, you're more than welcome to use the pool. I'm not home but the back door is unlocked. Feel free to use anything you need in the house." "Thank you Mr K, you're the best." I hadn't seen Sara in a year and barely in four years before that. Once she was in high school, she became a recluse and only left her house for school and emergencies it seemed. I was out running errands and wouldn't be home for a few hours so she had the pool to herself. When I got home, I had forgotten Sara was supposed to use the pool. I went into my bedroom and heard music. I looked out and saw Sara sitting, reading a book. She looked totally different than the last time I saw her. She had turned out to be a beautiful 19yr old woman. She looked just like her mom. As soon as I recognized her, Sara stood up facing me. She
The glass doors of the PharmaCorp clinic slid open with a soft hiss, ushering Jane into sterile, icy-cold air. It smelled of antiseptic and money. The latter was especially appealing. It was this smell, or rather the lack thereof in her own life, that had drawn the twenty-year-old student here. The reception area was decorated in calm, neutral tones—gray sofas, blue accent walls covered with abstract paintings, presumably intended to be calming. But Jane couldn't relax. Her fingers fiddled nervously with the strap of her old backpack, filled with notes from an introductory sociology course. "Jane Doe?" a woman in a white coat rose from behind the counter, her smile as flawless and lifeless as the interior. "My name is Linda. Come with me, Dr. Murdoch is waiting for you." Jane nodded, feeling her legs buckle. She followed Linda down the long hallway, their footsteps echoing dully on the glossy linoleum. The office doors were closed, their nameplates bearing incomp
The car pulled up to a building somewhere in the neighborhood. I sat at a distance from him in the backseat. He seemed to pretend I wasn't there. I cautiously peered out through the raindrops to see what this place was like. It was already past midnight, but I felt calm. The master had explained back in the café that the girl had to ask him for a session herself, explained the rules, and the girl, without a second thought, did so. And now she was here. The screeching of brakes, the sound of drips on the roof of the car, and the sound of the door opening. The man walked around the back of the car, opened the door, took off his coat, and covered me with it to keep me dry. I got out of the car without meeting his gaze, and we hurried inside. It was a reception area of sorts, but it was so dim, so intimate. The girl behind the counter smiled at the man, and she clearly recognized him. I shrugged off his coat and hung it over my arm; it was barely wet. And I stepped aside. I looked
I work at high end spa. I’m new kid on the block and the only man. It was a 90% female clientele and the men always requested females which was fine by me as the only two times I did a man they got hard and asked me to give them a happy ending. Ummm fuck no!! Today I had an older country club lady on my table, Bev. Bev always wanted the same. Back and shoulders focus on shoulders. Occasionally her glutes. Bev was nice lady and had the gift of gab. Always interesting. She golfed everyday day then came for a massage every other day. I knew her fairly well, 10 massages. I worked her back and shoulders. She had a towel over her lower area. I was pretty much done and she asked if I got do her legs. As I worked her calf muscles I could see she was inching the towel over her bum up. I could see about half her cheeks. I asked, glutes today too? She said perhaps and wiggled her legs open. Not that I cared but I could see her pussy clear as day. I was still massaging her calf muscles when
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
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
The text I had sent him was filthy. I had written it out over the course of about an hour, adding things as I thought of them, making myself wet as I wrote out each dirty little fantasy. Imagining it had made me want to touch myself so badly, but I resisted; I had Jason for that now. I hesitated with my finger hovering over the send button, reading it through one last time. *Jay. You made me cum so hard last night. I was still throbbing when I woke up on your floor. You should’ve seen me. Legs open, dripping. I almost started touching myself right there. But then I remembered I don’t have to anymore. That’s your job, isn’t it? To lick my pussy until I forget how to speak. Anyway, I know you’re at work but I just wanted to let you know. When you get home I’m going to let you spread me open and fuck me any way you like. From behind, on my back, doggy, reverse cowgirl–whatever will make you cum the hardest. You deserve it! You can use my mouth or my ass or my pussy. Or all three. I don’
I’m so obsessed with my wife but if there’s one other woman who has always caught me eye, it’s her sister. They’re like the best of both worlds. My wife has dirty blonde hair, stunning green eyes and incredible natural DDs. Her sister has dark features, more supple breasts but a really tight ass and nice full lips. She’s also much more “put together” than my wife is. My wife has more of that broken, party slut energy .. one look at her and you can tell she’s a dirty little whore who has had her share of cocks. Her sister is a bit more buttoned up. I’ve always wondered how she is beneath that facade. There’s definitely always been some very subtle flirtatious energy between us. We’ve always been open when it comes to talking about sexual shit. When we hug I pull her in nice and close so it’s less of a family hug, and more of me pressing my cock against her pussy with my hands on the small of her back. When I brush past her, I place my hands on her in suggestive ways. We lock eyes from
My girl and I had talked about trying a glory hole for months. It was one of those fantasies we kept teasing each other with, half joke, half challenge. One day, we were in an adult store with her two girlfriends, shopping for a gag gift. We were all laughing, checking out toys and outfits, when one of the girls stopped in front of a long, thick dildo with a slight S-curve. My girl smirked, pointed at it, and said loud enough for everyone to hear: “Hey babe, look… they’ve got yours on display.” The girls burst out laughing, but I saw their eyes linger. One of them raised an eyebrow and said, “Seriously?” My girl just smiled teasingly. That’s when we saw the glory hole booth in the back. My girl turned to me and said, “Go in. Let’s give them a peek.” I was already hard from the teasing, and the idea of being on display for her friends? Game on. I stepped into the booth, pushed through, and immediately felt a warm, eager mouth wrap around me. It was slow, wet, and confident. I knew th