Bent over on the couch, my ass facing him, my breasts bulging out either side of my chest, I waited for his answer. Instead, he left me there, prone and vulnerable and feeling a little silly. “Well?” I asked, my thumbs hooked around the belt loops of my jeans. They were already low enough that were halfway down my ass, the fat of my cheeks rising over the denim, the lace of my tiny black thong pressed between them. “Do you want me to show you, or what?” I could hear his breathing, shallow and uneven, my best friend watching me as my thighs trembled a little from holding myself in position. He seemed to be deliberating whether this would be crossing a line. It definitely would. “Sarah…” he finally whispered. “Yes?” I said, voice low, still facing forward. I wanted to sound casual, like I didn’t care, but I could hear the nerves in my own voice.And I could kinda hear how much I *wanted* him to ask me. “I…” he started, then stopped. I didn’t say anything else. I just stayed there,
Ok so this is a 100% true story about my wife, written from the view point of watching the video afterwards and my wife describing the experience. It was roughly 6-8 months ago, and we had never done anything out of the “ordinary”. I was her first and only, and she had only ever given a bj to one other guy way back. To set the stage, she is in her late 30s, and I’m in my late 40s. She is about 5’3”, red head and has a great ass and smallish medium boobs. Anyways, my wife had been training with this trainer for a couple years on and off, and had more recently been talk into to the trainer about troubles in his marriage. He hadn’t had any sex in over a year. As she recounted the story to me, I told her half jokingly she should give the poor guy a handjob. As soon as I said it, it turned me on big time . We jokingly talked about it a few more times, and then finally eventually it got more serious. At some point we were sending videos back and forth, and he admitted he would 100%
This is an old story (25+ years ago) about how I fucked my best friend’s wife and wound up divorced. I met my friend whenever our wives wound up playing softball together on a women’s team. The four of us got along great and spent a lot of time together. Over a period of 4-5 years he and I started coaching the team together. The team was comprised of mostly 25-35 year olds. The team was very talented and wound up playing in a lot of tournaments together. We traveled around the state several weekends throughout the summer. We usually paired up in a hotel…basically because our wives were the only straight when on the team. Most of the rest of the team were made up of lesbian couples that didn’t mind being paired in the same room. A little about our wives…my wife (Melanie) was about 5’7” and 150 pounds. Very cute, but a little thicker and athletic. Many of her teammates were disappointed she didn’t have an inkling to play for the other team, if you know what I mean. My buddy’s wife (J
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,&#
Sooooooo as always this will probably end up being really long but I’ll try to keep it short(!). A couple of weeks ago I’d spent the afternoon dragging my friend Andy through clothes shops. We usually bonded over gaming and other geeky stuff rather than errands, but I didn’t want to go alone and I wanted a guy’s opinion on some of the stuff I had in mind, and so I bribed him with the promise that afterward we’d finally start playing Split Fiction back at mine The shopping trip was kind of a bust (the city was super busy this time of year) and so by the time we got home my feet ached and I hadn’t bought much. We sank into the couch with our controllers and started playing. Anyway, we’d been playing a little while (turns out Split Fiction is AMAZING) when I noticed his eyes drifting. I wasn’t sure what he was staring at at first, but then I realised the string of my thong was kinda high on my hip, peeking out above my jeans. I thought nothing of it at first, but the longer I pretended
Backstory, my gf (now ex) Katie and I go on a trip to Vegas with her best friend Michelle and her boyfriend. We are all broke college kids at the time and decided to share a room to save money. Both Katie and Michelle are very attractive, petite with very athletic bodies. They have been friends for years, way before Katie and I started dating. So we had been in Vegas a couple days, nothing out of the ordinary had happened just the usual gambling, drinking and spending time at the pool. It was the third night where things got more fun, we had been out all day and had gotten in bed ready to pass out, then right before I pass out, I hear soft moaning coming from the other bed. Katie and I look at each other and laugh, it gets louder and now we can definitely tell they are fucking. I’m definitely getting turned on at this point, wasn’t sure if Katie was feeling the same until I feel her hand slide into my shorts and grab my hard cock. She kisses me as she continues to stroke me, the moan
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
After work I was watering the plants on the deck. The MILF next door, Barb was on her deck suntanning. She had her straps off doing her back. I yelled “hey hot stuff! How’s it going?” Then I sprayed cold water over the fence on her. Of course she sat up with her tits hanging out. She said “asshole!” Then laughed. “You jerk”. I always thought Barb was a good looking woman. She was a single mom, son moved out a few years ago and the dad never was in their life. She worked out and golfed and her job let her travel. She had money. She asked where my wife Deb was. I told her she left this morning to hand deliver Christmas presents to her family and was spending the night. She said “you might as well come for supper then!” I said “sure. I’ve got nothing in the fridge that appeals to me” She said well, “we can order in if nothing I have looks good. Come over in an hour. Bring a bottle of wine, red please”. It’s hot in Tucson this time of year. I showed up and she had a short one piece dre
This story takes place a couple of years ago. I was working in Europe and, being an expat and not having many friends in place, I started bouldering as a way to make new friends. I would usually climb on the same days every week, and as expected, see some regulars. Among the people I met, there was Alice. Alice was a very pretty Irish-French girl : white skin, freckles and an angelic face. She was on the petite side and had a very toned body from bouldering and volleyball. I think we quickly became friends as we were one of the few English-speaking climbers in the gym. I never asked her age at the time, I only knew that she was in the last year of high school and clearly off limits for me. Knowing this, I’d do my best to not look at her body… but sometimes my horny mind wouldn’t resist, and I would end up peeking, especially when she was wearing shorts. Anyway, a couple of months after our friendship started, my company wanted to move me to London, and I wasn’t saying no s
The small party had been going on for a couple of hours, and everyone was starting to get a bit tipsy. My wife, Sarah, and her best friend, Emily, were in high spirits as they giggled and clinked their glasses together. I could see that they were both enjoying themselves immensely. As the night wore on, the alcohol began to take effect. Sarah and Emily started to get a bit more flirtatious with each other, playfully grabbing each other's asses and whispering in each other's ears. It was clear that they had always had a deep connection, and the alcohol was bringing it to the surface. Suddenly, Sarah turned to me and said, "Honey, why don't you have some fun with Emily tonight?" Her eyes were wide, and there was a mischievous grin on her face. I was taken aback by the suggestion, but I couldn't deny the lustful look in Emily's eyes. "Are you sure you want me to do that?" I asked, hesitating. "Oh yes!" they both giggled in unison, their bodies pressed against each other. With a deep
The beach was crowded. On this day, as luck would have it, the sun was merciless, forcing my friend and I to bury ourselves in the sand to avoid direct sunlight on our tender, youthful bodies. Vova and I were inseparable, so wherever he went, I went too. It was the same this time. Having suggested we take a stroll to the beach, I agreed without hesitation to what I considered a rash and ill-timed excursion. But there was no time to whine about it, as I was intrigued by the girls in bathing suits who seemed drawn to stroll by our lounge chair. I was certainly happy with the situation, but I wanted more. And I wanted instant, uncontrollable sex with these long-legged, busty furies. But this remained just an unrealizable fantasy, considerably overheated by the hot, parching sun. Having stopped dreaming of the impossible, I turned my attention to the next group of girls walking along the sand, deftly twisting their buns, inflaming in me the desire to make full use of their asses. "G
I'm 24, I have been dating my boyfriend for two years and in a long distance relationship for about six months. We get together once or twice a month and try to make the most of it when we visit each other. He brought up he wouldn't mind me hooking up with other people as long as he knew about it and I'd show him what happened. I wasn't actively looking for someone online to hook up with and decided to just let it happen if it comes along. I went on a work trip with my older coworker. He's in his thirties and married. Rumor was him and his wife were swingers and I heard from this of all people, someone in HR when her friend almost hooked up with him and his wife. During our trip, we had some drinks at the hotel bar. I was getting really buzzed and tried to be flirty with him. I would put my hand on his knee or lean my head on his arm when he said something funny. There was a pause, and I mumbled if he wanted to come back to my room while I rubbed my foot on his shin. He looked at me
Abeba is 23 years old. Black skin. If Latika's was chocolate brown, Abeba's was a dark brown. She has a big butt, large breasts, and is probably as tall as Manana, with large, full lips and dandelion-like hair like all African women. Her father was the African ambassador to our city, so when she came of age, he brought her here to study, especially since she had a passion for archaeology. There was much unexplored back home in Africa. I'd always had my eye on her; I liked that type of girl. It was probably because of Manana. Abeba spoke fluent Russian with a slight accent. This is probably my favorite story from my diary, I have never had sex like this with anyone, Manana and my aunt don’t count. So one day, when the higher mathematics lesson ended, the teacher asked me to stay a little longer. "Maxim, I have a task, or rather a request. I simply don't have time at work, let alone with tutoring at home. There's an African girl named Abeba in her second year;
I was sitting on the couch with my wife at around 4:30 on a Friday afternoon. I worked from home and would usually "clock out" around 4 on Fridays. I was flipping through the options on Netflix while my lovely wife, Cassandra, was reading a book on the couch next to me. "Hey, babe!" I called out to our daughter, Brittany, a moment after we heard her come in through the front door and set her bags down on the floor. "Heyyy," she called out weakly in her usual awkward teenagerly way as she walked over to the living room where her mother and I were hanging out. "How was school, honey?" Cassandra asked, setting her book down over her thigh. "It was all right. Hey, can I ask you guys something?" Britt looked at us doubtfully. "Anything, babe," I said absently, still flipping through options on Netflix. "What's a... cumslut?" Brittany asked awkwardly. I felt my wife grab my thigh. She had a funny look on her face, one eyebrow raised. I probably looked about the same. "Hon," Cassandra
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
This was a story that I've had on my "don't tell this one" list basically since I started writing and sharing my experiences because it's a little bit on the weird side with lots of dumb decisions. Like I'll admit, I should not have done this. Recently I've been thinking back on it and kind of laughing because it's a little silly, so I'll see what you all think of it. It's a long one though I'll admit, with lots of back story, so if you wanna get to the good stuff go to the ---. It starts when I was on a business trip back east in around September 2023. The actual business portion of it was fairly uneventful but because of delays with my first flight, I ended up missing my second flight from St. Louis back to LA. It's Delta so of course I'm told "well, there's no flights until the morning, but we won't put you up in a hotel, so just sleep in the terminal tonight." Fuck that. I have family in St. Louis. I rescheduled the flight for Sunday (it was Wednesday), called my boss to tell him
My married fwb and his wife are in the next stage of their "happy" married life, trying for a baby. He told me he was getting frustrated because they had been trying for several months now, but nothing was happening. Plus, it didn't help when he kept complaining that sex with his wife almost felt like a chore, as it was not as fun having to schedule times to conceive. I told him that it wasn't good for him to be stressed and that he should have some time away from his wife and come and use me instead. He didn't hesitate the other night when he came in over and pinned me down onto my bed to use me. He spread me out, all excited, it's like I was his "new shiny toy", the thrill of using me, a younger, tighter fitter slut for his married dick. He held me by the hips and thrusted his dick deep inside of me. I could hear the relief through his moans as he kept thrusting in and out of me at his own accord, then proceeded to play with my tits at the same time. He told me how wet and good I
I’m 26 and have a neighbour who is about 55 and has kids around my age that went to school with me so I know her quite well and have done my whole life. I recently started going to my local gym and noticed her there a few times and we had passing conversations during our workouts, the usual ‘how’s things etc etc.’ I thought nothing off it until she started complementing my body saying ‘wow you look great, I can see the gym the really paying off for you!’ I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking her so I decided to message her in Facebook and to my excitement she replied instantly. We were exchanging messages getting flirtier and flirtier with us having a little bet and a forfeit…. She said she was under the influence during this conversation so she didn’t mind agreeing to something a little crazy. The bet entailed whoever isn’t in the best shape come the end of winter, the loser person has to give the winner a shower and hand wash them, she widely accepted which made me so horny sat
For starters, my friend just got out of the military and has been staying with us while he gets his civilian life going again. He and my wife have a sort of love/hate relationship, they’re always arguing or bickering with each other but not in a malicious way. They work out together alot too so i know it’s nothing mean. We all usually watch a show at the end of the night, but I get up earlier than them so I usually go to bed first and leave them to finish together. We have two couches. One couch fits one person but the other fits two. Sometimes I share it with my wife and other times sit on the single one by myself. Earlier that day my wife was folding clothes and my friend was laughing and remarked that one of her thongs was ‘useless because it barely covers anything.’ My wife was like well it covers enough so no it’s not useless. It’s the same size as a bikini bottom in front so what’s the difference? My friend said okay if it’s the same as a bikini bottom then you should be
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.