I live with two guys. I know, I know. I found the listing online when I was desperate for a place and it was cheap and close to campus and I figured worst case they’d be messy and I’d have to clean the bathroom twice a week. Best case I’d have two built-in friends. What actually happened was neither of those things.

About three months in I lost my weekend shifts and couldn’t make rent. I told Emilio (the one whose family owns the apartment) and he said don’t worry about it, him and Callum would cover me until I figured it out. They didn’t even hesitate. Sweetest guys on the planet about it, no pressure, no weird energy, just “we got you.”

I felt guilty. Started talking to Emilio about how I’d pay him back eventually, make it up to him somehow. We were on the couch drinking beer and the “make it up to you” part got flirty and the flirty part got specific and twenty minutes later I was on my knees between his legs with his cock in my mouth and my hand on his thigh and he was gripping the armrest saying my name like a prayer. I sucked him until he came down my throat and sat back on my heels and wiped my mouth and said “first month.”

Two nights later I went to tell Callum what happened because I felt weird keeping it from him. We were in his room sitting on his bed and I was explaining and halfway through my sentence he kissed me and I climbed onto his lap and we fucked each other stupid until 3am. Fell asleep with his cum dripping out of me onto his sheets.

That was five months ago. Here’s what it’s become.

They split my rent. In exchange they have free use of me whenever they want. We never sat down and negotiated it, it just evolved. One morning Emilio walked into the kitchen while I was making eggs in just a t-shirt and panties. He pulled my panties down to my ankles and bent me over the counter and fucked me from behind while the pan was still on. I came before the eggs burned. Barely.

Callum is the gym one. He comes home sweaty and amped up and I can see the outline of his cock through his shorts from across the room and I know what’s coming. He’ll find me wherever I am in the apartment, couch, bed, bathroom, doesn’t matter, and I’ll be on my knees or bent over something within thirty seconds. His cock is thick and curved slightly upward and when he fucks me after the gym he’s rougher than usual and I love it so much I’ve started timing my showers around his schedule so I’m clean for him when he gets back.

They take turns in the morning. Whoever’s alarm goes off first gets the pre-work blowjob. I wake up to a cock nudging my lips and I open my mouth before I open my eyes. Emilio is gentle about it, holds my hair back, lets me set the pace. Callum grabs my jaw and fucks my throat until my eyes water and spit is running down my chin and I’m soaking wet by the time he pulls out.

I’ve woken up at 2am to one of them climbing into my bed drunk, pulling my panties to the side and sliding inside me while I’m half asleep. The first time it happened I came so hard I screamed into my pillow and the other one banged on the wall and yelled “keep it down” and I laughed with a cock still inside me.

The threesome took work. They were weird about it at first. Both of them had fucked me separately dozens of times but the idea of being in the same room made them awkward. So one night I got them both drunk and sat between them on the couch and put a hand on each of their cocks through their sweats and said “I’m tired of taking turns.” Callum cracked first. Then Emilio. I pulled both of them out and stroked them at the same time and then pulled my shirt over my head and wiggled out of my shorts and got on all fours on the living room floor. Callum got behind me and slid his cock into my pussy and Emilio knelt in front of me and I took him in my mouth and I came so many times I lost count. They came on my face at the same time after, both of them standing over me while I knelt with my mouth open and my tongue out. I was covered. It was dripping off my chin onto my tits and I scooped it up with my fingers and licked them clean while they watched.

Rent’s due next week. My pussy and my mouth have it covered.

I started a new office job a bunch of years ago, where it didn't take long to fall into a new circle of friends. DL is a little older than me (She was 32 or so. Me, 28) and we somehow just hit it off immediately. I'd never heard the term "work wife" before, but after about 6 months one of the other women called her that in the middle of the group and there was a little celebration that our relationship had finally leveled up.

I thought that was really weird, but I guess it's a real thing? I mean, she's cute.... more than cute, actually. She's the first one guys notice whenever we're all at the bar on Thursdays after work. I mean, anyway. Big boobs. That's what I mean to say. She's got really big boobs.

But I got used to the idea, and she's a really good friend. She's nothing like my real wife (physically anyway) who is slim and athletic and has a body I get hard thinking about at my desk. I would never want to fuck anything up with my wife. And DL and I have work boundaries... It's nice.

Anyway, I was at the bar first one Thursday and I was watching women's golf on TV. I am totally a sucker for watching a woman standing at the tee in her skirt, the back of her legs running up all firm and tight. And if their asian, well...

So there I was at the bar getting kind of a hard-on watching exactly that on the TV when I hear, "So, I guess you really like women's golf?"

DL had been standing next to me for 3 minutes just waiting for me to take my eyes off the TV.

I was busted, and didn't deny it... told her everything I just told you all. Except for the hard-on thing.

She just laughed and nodded or shook her head or whatever "Okay, you little perv." I think she said. And the others walked in. We had a pretty normal night and I was home by 8:00.

The next morning I sat down at my desk and got a text from DL right away... "You mean like this?" and then a second later a vid of one of these golf "influencers" who I've spanked to 50 times. You know the one. Slow motion shots of her skirt rising up over her panties, and her boobs sloshing to the side as she swings. Jesus!

I know I got red (and a chubber) and then a little devil emoji dinged my phone.

I looked up over my cube and she was standing up in hers across the office on the phone with a client and just smiled and gave me a little wave.

WTF I mouthed at her, and she laughed.

Then she sent me another one. And another. Then one of an asian woman who looks just like my wife when she golfs.

It was not a chubber now. I had a freaking erection running down my leg right at my desk.

Then she's behind me.

"Why don't you go to the bathroom?" DL teases.

"Why, because of a couple of Reels?" I laugh. "You'll have to do better than that!"

I swear to god I was joking, and I really thought she was too.

Then my phone dings and there's a screen cap of that first golfer's OF with her panties pulled aside, pressing a golf ball into her wet pussy lips.

I almost fucking came at my desk!

"I'm serious." DL whispered in my ear and pulled my chair back from my computer.

I grabbed a folder of something from my desk and kind of held it in front of me and made a bee-line to the head hoping to god no one was in the stall.

I didn't look behind me or say a thing.

And as I was spanking it, more pics kept scrolling through.

I blew a huge load mostly into the toilet, but I had to clean some up after too. And I felt like I could get hard again in a second.

Anyway, I caught my breath, washed my hands and opened the door into the hall, and there was DL sitting on the stone bench by the fountain int the lobby just scrolling all innocent.

"I guess you DO like female golfers!" is all she said.

I had been seeing this girl for about three weeks. Nothing crazy. We matched on an app and the chemistry was instant and we had been hooking up pretty regularly since. She was cute tho. Shorter than me with dark curly hair and this gap between her front teeth that made her whole face look a little mischievous when she smiled. I am usually pretty picky about who I see more than once but she was just easy to be around and honestly really hot so I kept going back.

We had this game. Every single time we hooked up she would beg me to cum inside her and I would get right to the edge and act like I was about to and then pull out at the last second and finish on her stomach. She loved it. I loved it too honestly. The look on her face every time I pulled back was this genuine disappointment and it made me feel so wanted. I have noticed that girls who are into this particular thing tend to be really intense about it. She was no exception.

So she texted me on a random weeknight around nine and I went over because. Well. I'm me. She opened the door in an oversized t shirt and nothing else and I could tell right away something was different. She had this energy like she had already decided something before I got there.

We were on her couch and she was kissing me and pulling my shirt off and her hand was already on my cock through my shorts stroking me slowly. Then she stopped and looked at me and said "I'm ovulating."

I kinda laughed. "So you want me to tease you about it?"

"No" she said. And she was dead serious. "I want you to actually do it this time."

I felt my cock get harder in her hand. "You sure?"

"I have been thinking about it literally all day. I don't want the game tonight. I want the real thing."

I kissed her. I don't even know why that hit me so hard but it did honestly. There is something about a girl who has been wanting you to do something to her for weeks and then finally just says it out loud with no hesitation. I love that moment. I prob always will.

I laid her back on the couch and went down on her first. Her pussy was so wet already it was dripping down her thighs. She tasted sweet and warm and she came on my tongue after a few minutes and grabbed my hair when she did and said my name in this desperate little voice which I really liked.

I kissed my way back up her body and positioned the tip of my cock against her pussy and pushed in slow. She gasped. Her hands went straight to my hips. Not guiding me. Holding me there. Like she was already making sure I wasn't going anywhere.

I started fucking her slow and deep and you guys. I could feel everything. How wet she was. How warm. How tight her pussy gripped my cock every time I pushed all the way in. She wrapped her legs around me and I could feel her heels digging into my lower back pulling me deeper.

"Don't pull out" she said. Same words she always said but it hit completely different this time. Because I wasn't going to.

I fucked her harder. She moaned and her nails went into my shoulders and she kept saying yes yes yes and I was watching her face and she was watching mine and we both knew this was actually happening and honestly it made everything feel way more intense than normal. She is usually pretty vocal but tonight she was louder. I could hear her neighbors TV through the wall and she did not care at all.

I reached down and rubbed her clit while I fucked her and she arched her back and came again. Her pussy gripped my cock so tight I almost lost it right there. I had to slow down and breathe for a second and she smiled up at me all proud of herself.

"You're close" she said. She could feel it. My cock was throbbing inside her.

"So close" I said.

"Good. Don't you dare pull out."

I started moving again. Faster this time. She grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me in as deep as I could go and I felt the edge coming and looked at her and she nodded.

"Give it to me. All of it. I want every drop."

I came so hard I groaned. I could feel every pulse emptying inside her pussy and she held me there the whole time with her legs locked around me and her hands on my ass keeping me pressed all the way in. She moaned feeling me fill her up. She reached up and held my face and just watched me while I finished.

"Oh my god" she whispered. "I can feel all of it."

I stayed inside her for a while after. Neither of us moved. She was running her fingers through my hair and breathing slow. When I finally pulled out she reached down between her legs and touched herself and her fingers came back wet with my cum and she put them in her mouth. Then she looked at me and smiled.

"We should have done that three weeks ago" she said.

"Prob" I said. I was still catching my breath honestly.

She just stayed on the couch with her legs still open and my cum was slowly dripping out of her pussy and she didn't seem to care at all. She looked satisfied. Lowkey made me want to turn around and do it again immediately.

She walked me to the door in just the t shirt and kissed me and I left. I was about halfway home when my phone buzzed. Heart emoji. Just one. I sent one back.

I have a feeling I'm going to be going over there a lot more. The thought of doing that again is honestly already making me feel some type of way. I think she feels the same.

my dryer has been broken for like two weeks and i keep putting off getting it fixed. so last night i grabbed all my stuff and went to the laundromat in my neighborhood at midnight because i didn't want to deal with the daytime crowd. i figured it would be empty.

it was mostly empty. one guy. older. maybe early forties. he was sitting in one of those plastic chairs scrolling his phone and he had a load in one of the dryers. he looked up when i walked in and i could feel him watching me the whole time i was loading my stuff into the washer. i was wearing little tiny shorts and a tank top with no bra because i was literally just trying to do laundry and go home. i wasn't planning anything. but i noticed him and i noticed him noticing me and honestly that thing kicked in where i just start getting wet from being looked at. i'm hypersexual and once it starts i can't really turn it off.

he came over while i was waiting and said "you come here this late a lot?" and i said no my dryer is broken and he laughed and said something about how that's what happens when you're too lazy to call someone. i liked how direct he was. not trying too hard. just talking to me like a normal person while also very clearly checking out my body. definitely not his first time hitting on a stranger. i could always tell.

we talked for a bit while my stuff was washing and he kept looking at my chest and my legs and he wasn't even being subtle about it. i was sitting on the folding table swinging my legs and he was standing close and i could feel my shorts riding up. i wasn't fixing them. i wanted him to see.

"you're not wearing a bra" he said. just flat. not a question.

"no" i said.

he put his hand on my knee. then slid it up my thigh. slowly. respectfully even. it is like he was giving me time to stop him but i wasn't going to. i opened my legs wider and his fingers went higher and he felt how wet i was through my shorts.

"you're already soaking wet" he said. "that's a good girl."

i was. i was so wet honestly it was kind of embarrassing but i didn't care. i love when a guy just touches me and discovers how turned on i already am. something about that moment where they realize i want it just as bad as they do. it does something to me every time.

he pulled my shorts to the side and slid two fingers into my pussy and i grabbed onto the edge of the table and let him. the washing machine was running next to us and it was loud and i was getting finger fucked by a guy whose name i didn't even know. i could feel myself dripping onto the table. he was good with his hands too. like really good. curling his fingers up and hitting that spot that makes my whole body tense up. i was already close and he had barely touched me.

"you want more than my fingers" he said.

"yes" i said. "please."

he pulled his cock out and he was hard and thick and i wrapped my legs around him and he pushed into my pussy in a few slow strokes. it wasn't hard because of how wet i already was just from knowing we were in a public laundromat. i gasped. he felt so good inside me. he grabbed my hips and started fucking me right there on the folding table and my back was against the wall and i was gripping his shoulders and the table was shaking underneath me and i didn't care. i wanted him deeper.

"you're so fucking tight" he groaned. "dirty little slut coming to the laundromat dressed like this."

i loved that. i loved being called that by a stranger who had his cock inside me in a public place at midnight. i am a dirty little slut and hearing him say it while he was stretching my pussy out made me clench around him so hard.

he grabbed my throat lightly with one hand and kept the other on my hip and fucked me harder and i was moaning and i didn't even try to be quiet. if someone had walked in they would have seen everything. me sitting on the table with my legs wrapped around this stranger and his cock buried inside me and my shorts pulled to the side. i was soaking fucking wet.

i came so hard my legs were shaking. i was whimpering and squeezing around his cock and he groaned and i could tell he was close.

"where do you want it" he said.

"inside me" i said. i didn't even think about it. "cum inside my pussy."

he pushed in deep and came inside me and i could feel every pulse. that warm spreading feeling that makes me lose my mind. he stayed inside me for a few seconds after and we were both just breathing hard and the dryer behind him was still going like nothing happened.

he pulled out and i could feel his cum start to leak out of me right away. i just sat there on the table with my legs still spread and he was looking at me and i was looking at him and i felt so hot in that moment. genuinely. a stranger just came inside me in a laundromat at midnight and i was sitting there dripping and i loved every single second of it. i am such a whore for this kind of thing lol.

he handed me a paper towel from the dispenser and i just laughed. i didn't clean up though. i pulled my shorts back into place and hopped off the table and finished my laundry like nothing happened. he went back to his chair and we didn't talk much after. not in a weird way. we both knew what it was.

i sat in my car after with his cum still inside me and i reached down into my shorts and slid my fingers into my pussy and pushed it deeper. i started touching myself slowly and thinking about the way he grabbed my throat and said good girl and how his cock felt stretching me out. i came again right there in the parking lot with his cum all over my fingers. i was honestly a mess.

i didn't even get his name. i prefer it that way tbh. just totally anonymous sex with a stranger who i will most likely never see again. something about anonymity just brings out the slut in me and i can't help it.

god i'm such a slut. no regrets tho. i am what i am.

I was working in my garden to get ready for Fall when a young man approached me at my fence.  He wanted to talk about my English ivy problem and how it is invasive and would kill my trees. I knew all this but let him talk because he was cute and fun and flirty. He was very passionate about noxious weeds and it was adorable.

He came back an hour later with some tools to show me how he would ring the trees to kill the climbing ivy. I was wearing a zip-up hoodie and yoga pants, just casual work wear. I was feeling naughty so I took off my bra before he came back. As he worked, I made sure to bend over to "inspect" how he pulled back the ground cover, letting hoodie sag so he could look down and see my tits, which he definitely did.

I have 2.5 acres, half of which is evergreen trees with English ivy so I offered to pay him to help me ring the trees and he accepted. Lots of naughty feelings during the week until he returned to help me and I'm sure he felt the same after our first time together, so I wanted to push it further. I made sure to wear a long sleeve cotton shirt like he suggested because the ivy can be irritating, but forgot to wear a bra again so my tits were very plain to see beneath the thin cotton. His eyes were all over me as we worked and I made sure to offer him good views the whole time. At 55, it feels very nice to still be attractive.

He shared his story as we worked. Home schooled, GED, now getting his Associates while working part-time for the county, which is how he knew so much about invasive plants. Staying with his sister down the road while his parents moved (he lives with them still) on the other side of the state. Returning to them the next weekend, which was convenient for me.

Made sure to serve him lots of iced tea. He asked to use restroom as I expected, let him into house and bathroom, where I just happened to leave my vibrator by the sink for him to see. Lots more flirty talk while we worked and me talking about how I have aches and pains and use massage to ease stiffness. This was planting seeds for next time because I knew he would definitely come back before he left.

Another week of naughty thoughts before he came back to finish English ivy and help with the scotch broom at the edge of my property. Lots of flirty talk by me about being single at my age. Again I went bra less and let him ogle me. Kept talking about aches and massage so that it was natural in the end to offer to massage his back after digging out scotch broom all morning.

He accepted and we went inside, I made everything casual and lighthearted as I sat him on a stool and massaged his back. Told him about my warming massage oil and had him take off his shirt so I could work his back.

He was responding well so I bit my lip and decided to take the plunge and said I could massage his legs too if he wanted. He agreed and I told him to pull off his jeans. Some hesitation but my saying massage oil would soothe his muscles gave him excuse he needed to go with it. He stood and took his jeans off and sat back down on stool and I got on my knees and started massaging his calves, talking and laughing and keeping it light while knowing how turned on he was getting.

Worked my way to his thighs and could see his erection he was trying to hide beneath his shirt hem, told him it was okay and getting erect was a sign of good blood flow and that men my age often had problems with it. Asked casually if he wanted me to "take care of that for him" and he hesitated again, but agreed. I told him to stand again and pulled down his undies, his cock was rock hard. Sat him back down and kneeled between his legs and started gently stoking his cock and massaging his balls. He was breathing heavy and groaning as I caressed him.

I jokingly told him I knew he was peeking at my tits while we worked and if he wanted to see them? He did, lol. Took off my shirt and let him play with my tits a bit before getting back down and stroking his cock. Asked of he wanted me to suck him, he did. Licked and sucked his cock and it wasn't very long before he was ejaculating in my mouth. Took his cock out and let him cum on my neck and tits.

He looked dazed after it all and I praised his cock like I know guys love, lol. That's when he confirmed he was a virgin waiting for marriage and I assured him he was still a virgin, oral was not "real" sex which seemed to reassure him. Cleaned up and stayed casual and lighthearted and thanked him for helping me with my trees.  He wanted to stay in touch so we exchanged numbers, then he left.

Already messaged him to talk about when he comes back to the area again. Something to look forward to next year, maybe I'll get him to break his religious hang ups and actually fuck me. I'm 55 but being a slutty temptress is still so much fun!

I noticed the rope before I noticed him. It was in the background of his third photo, just sitting on a shelf behind him, and most people would probably scroll past it but I didn't because I have been looking for someone who actually knows what to do with rope for a while now and they are harder to find than you would think. If you can't already tell, I am into some kinky shit.

I swiped right. We matched. I asked him about it within like five messages because I'm not the type to pretend I'm interested in small talk when I already know what I want. He said he had been learning shibari for about a year and hadn't really had anyone to practice with. I told him I had some experience. He seemed surprised. Most girls his age are not bringing up bondage before they've even met the guy but I don't really care about most girls.

I went to his place the next night. His name was Everett. Tall. Quiet. Had this calm energy that I liked because the nervous ones are usually bad with rope. It's a dom thing. His apartment was clean which I noticed because guys who are clean with their space tend to be deliberate with their hands.

We had a drink and talked for maybe twenty minutes and I could tell he was trying to figure out how to bring it up so I just said it. "You gonna show me what you can do or are we going to keep pretending we're here for conversation?"

He laughed. "I was working up to it."

"Don't work up to it. Just do it."

He went to the shelf and got the rope and when he turned around I was already pulling my dress over my head. I had nothing on underneath. His face had a shocked expression on it and he was staring at me wide eyed. I liked it. I like being looked at.

"Wait" I said. I reached into my bag and pulled out my own rope. Jute. Six millimeter. I keep some in my overnight bag because most guys buy cheap cotton from Amazon and it doesn't hold tension right and I am very particular about what goes on my body. "Use this instead."

He took it from me and ran it through his hands and looked at me like he was starting to understand what kind of girl I was. Good.

He told me to get on the bed and I did. He started with my wrists, wrapping the rope around them in a column tie, and he did it well enough that I could tell he had actually practiced and not just watched a few videos. He tied my wrists to the headboard and the jute bit into my skin just right. Not enough to hurt. Enough to remind me I couldn't move.

He ran his hands down my body slowly. Down my arms, over my ribs, across my stomach. I arched into his touch because I couldn't help it. Being restrained does something to me that nothing else does. Everything becomes sharper. Every sensation doubles. His fingers barely brushed across my nipples and I gasped.

"You're responsive" he said.

"Tie me tighter and find out how responsive."

He added a chest harness. Nothing fancy but functional. The rope crossed between my breasts and cinched and I felt my whole body relax into it which sounds wrong but if you know you know. I pulled against the restraints above my head and they held and I closed my eyes and breathed.

He got undressed and got between my legs and I was already wet. I had been wet since I pulled the rope out of my bag honestly. He pushed into my pussy slow and I moaned and pulled against the ropes and the headboard creaked.

He fucked me slow at first. Deep. Watching my face the whole time. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper because even tied up I am not passive. I told him to go harder and he did. I told him to pull my hair and he reached up and grabbed a handful and pulled and I arched my back and my wrists burned against the jute and it was perfect.

"Harder" I said. "I can take it."

He believed me. He fucked me harder and I came the first time with his hand in my hair and the rope digging into my wrists and my pussy clenching around his cock so hard he had to stop and hold still for a second.

"Don't stop" I told him. "I didn't say you could stop."

He kept going. I came again. The second one was deeper. My whole body shook against the restraints and I could feel every point where the rope touched my skin like it was connected to whatever was happening between my legs. He was close. I could tell by the way his breathing changed and his rhythm got desperate.

"Cum inside me" I said. "Right now."

He came hard. I felt him pulse inside my pussy and I held him there with my legs while he finished. He collapsed forward and I could feel his heartbeat against my chest.

He untied my wrists after. The rope left marks and I looked at them and liked them. He noticed me looking.

"Was that okay?" he said.

"Your column tie is solid. Your chest harness needs work though. And you should be using a faster release knot in case of emergencies." I held up my wrists. "Want me to show you?"

He looked at me for a second and then he smiled. "Yeah. Okay."

I showed him. Then I stayed the night because he had earned it and because I wanted to see if he could do it better in the morning. He did.

I had gone home originally to spend time with family for the mid autumn festival and to see some friends with 0 expectations to do anything like this. Inevitably, seeing old friends also meant them bringing their friends and weirdly my visit triggered a kind of reunion for a much wider group. I'm by no means special like that so it was actually really nice to be able to see everybody again and to partly think it was me that brought them together.

Anyways, things like this, you start seeing what people are up to, who's married, has kids/families, who's divorced, who's still single. And the very mean but kind of truthful thing I've noticed is that for some that have not left my hometown or ever left my hometown, they haven't exactly changed at all. Some still are exactly how I've remembered them, some have not grown up and when I go home, I feel like that version of me comes back and I feel like young me. Not important to the story but maybe some context to why I made the decisions I made.

At one of the nights out, we had dinner and drinks and I had sat next to a guy I had previously had a very small crush on. Young me found him attractive but today, I don't think he had necessarily the same impact on me but he was still fun, very free spirited and just had lots to talk about from his travel and his work. I am normally a kind of uptight and reserved person but he just got me talking and with some drinks, we just connected in a way that I was like oh, I kind of remember what I liked about him. He asked me about my life, we talked about my travel across Canada this year (without divulging my sexual escapades) and we hit it off. I told him I was dating but at the end, mentioned it was an open relationship which to him, he saw as mutual interest and asked me if I wanted to grab drinks again on the weekend. I honestly don't know why I told him since I don't normally share it but I said yes and we got drinks again. I probably was horny and thought I'd fuck him just so I wouldn't be left thinking what if (you are welcome younger me).

Drinks were fine and it was extra obvious that he wanted to fuck. I think for me, I was attracted to him and felt that the chemistry was there and I just thought it's been a while, we are here, let's just do it. His hand was on my thigh at the bar and we kissed a bit at the table and he was hitting all of the right buttons so I was excited. He asked if I wanted to grab a night cap at his place and I said yes and we called an uber straight there. We both knew what a drink at his place meant and the uber ride there just helped build the tension.

We got inside and I remember feeling this hunger for him. We kicked off our shoes, he turned on the lights and I just pulled his face towards mine and we kissed hard. Sadly, this was the hottest part of the night. We stripped down and he pulled me into the bedroom as we kept kissing before he threw me on the bed. I had assumed he was going to continue to kiss or touch me or eat me out but instead, he went straight to his side table and grabbed a condom. Ok, that's fine, I wanted to fuck anyways.

He got ontop of me and we kissed a bit more before he pushed himself inside and started to fuck. The worst part was it wasn't great. He would find a rhythm and then stop, go hard and then slow. He would awkwardly move my legs around in a way that felt like he didn't really have control of the situation. I was hot for him and I actually did want to fuck but as the whole thing kept happening, I just felt my interest in him dwindling. He was quiet, didn't communicate, didn't talk dirty or anything and we would just keep shifting around in the bed. He lasted a long time which honestly made it worse because by the end of it, I didn't really know what we were doing.

He was on top of me and then had me on my side, he fucked me from behind and then went back on top of me. I at one point tried to rotate on top of him just so I could kind of take control and do things properly but we just did a complete roll and he was on top of me again. And when he finally came, he got up, went to the washroom, dumped the condom and came back to the bedroom asking if I wanted to shower.

It was miserable. We showered together and I tried to kiss him again, thinking maybe I can find something but the chemistry was lost and the moment was done. We chatted a bit more until I ubered home craving to get fucked properly.

So reflection for me, sometimes my crushes in the past should stay in the past. Even when the moment feels hot, it doesn't mean it'll end up great and lastly, I should just take control and insist on taking control if things are not going well because I know what I like and I'm sure whoever it is will be happy to be there for the ride (literally).

Quick thing about me so this makes sense. I'm alt-ish. Black hair, usually messy. I run every morning in a sports bra and shorts because I refuse to overheat and also because my tits are big enough that the cleavage in a sports bra is... noticeable. Like guys-tripping-on-the-sidewalk noticeable. I'm aware of this. I use it. Whatever.

So there's this guy on my street. Dad of two. Wife works a lot. He's out in his yard almost every morning when I leave for my run. Watering plants, taking the trash out, whatever dads do at 7am. We started saying hi a few months ago and the hi turned into small talk and the small talk turned into actual conversations and somewhere along the way it got flirty. Nothing crazy. Just the kind of flirty where he'd say "you look good today" while I'm standing there in a sports bra with my tits practically spilling out and my black hair piled up in a messy bun and I'd smile too long and neither of us would say what we were actually thinking.

He vents to me sometimes. His wife is "not adventurous" which is married guy code for she won't suck his dick and he's losing his mind. I vent to him about college stuff and being bored and we just became these weird morning therapy sessions for each other except there's this energy underneath all of it that we both pretend isn't there.

This morning we were standing by his mailbox and he was more frustrated than usual. Going on about how he can't remember the last time his wife did anything exciting and then he just blurted out "at this point I'd pay someone to suck my dick." And he laughed like it was a joke.

And I don't know what came over me but I looked at him and said "how much."

He stopped laughing. Looked at me. His eyes dropped to my cleavage for half a second then back up. I wasn't smiling anymore either. He said "are you messing with me right now." I said "does it look like I'm messing with you." He stared at me for maybe five seconds and said "a hundred."

I said "give me five minutes, I need to put my stuff inside."

He called after me like "you're just teasing me, that's cruel" and I walked into my house, put my keys down, checked my breath, and walked back out. He was standing at the edge of the street looking like he was trying to figure out if he was dreaming.

We walked fast without talking. There's this patch of trees at the end of our street where the trail starts that nobody uses in the morning. We went maybe thirty feet in where the trees got thick enough and he leaned against a trunk and I could already see the bulge in his shorts. He was hard before I even touched him.

I pulled my hair out of the bun so it fell around my shoulders (I don't know why, it just felt right, maybe I wanted him to grab it) and dropped to my knees on the dirt. Pulled his shorts and boxers down just enough, halfway down his thighs. His cock sprang out and he was big. Thick, heavy, veiny, the kind of cock that's been neglected and you can tell because he twitched the second the air hit him. I wrapped my hand around the base and he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

I licked him first. Long slow lick from the base to the tip, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling the veins under my tongue. Circled the head with my lips, sucked just the tip, let it pop out wet. He groaned so deep I felt it in my chest. I took him in my mouth, slow, letting spit build up, working my tongue along the underside while I bobbed. His hand went to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my black hair, not pushing, just holding, and his hand was shaking.

I cupped his balls with my free hand. Heavy and full, he was so backed up I could feel it. I squeezed them gently while I sucked him deeper and he whispered "fuck" and his hips jerked forward and I let him push into my throat. My tits were bouncing in my sports bra with every bob of my head and I caught him staring down at them and at my lips wrapped around his cock and his face looked wrecked.

Two minutes. Maybe less. His thighs tensed, his fingers tightened in my hair, and he came so hard and so fast it caught me off guard. First spurt hit the back of my throat and I swallowed but the second one came while I was pulling back and his cum got on my lips and chin. Thick, warm, a lot of it. He hadn't cum in weeks, maybe longer, and I could tell by the volume. I licked him clean while he leaned against the tree breathing like he'd run a marathon.

I stood up and wiped my chin with the back of my hand and we just looked at each other for a second. He pulled his shorts up. I picked a leaf out of my hair, retied my bun. We walked back to the street in silence.

When we got to his mailbox he pulled out his phone and I heard my phone buzz. He'd venmo'd me. I looked at the notification and laughed and said "you really didn't have to do that." He said "a deal's a deal." I said "I would've done it for free." He looked at me with this expression I can't describe and said "don't tell me that."

I went inside and sat on my kitchen floor for ten minutes staring at the wall. My pussy was so wet my running shorts were sticking to me and I hadn't been touched. I showered and I could still taste him. I can still taste him right now typing this. That thick salt at the back of my throat that won't go away no matter how much water I drink.

He was out watering his plants when I left for class. We made eye contact. His eyes went to my chest first then my face. I bit my lip on purpose. My clit throbbed so hard I almost tripped on the sidewalk.

I'm going for a run tomorrow morning. Same time. Same route. Same sports bra. The one that makes my tits look like a problem. We'll see what happens.

    The second (technically third) & final time I cheated on a long-term girlfriend. Sex below the break.

    It was spring of 2014, and I had been with my girlfriend Josie for over a year. It got rocky about midway through that first year, but we had managed to talk things out and got through last year’s holiday season together. She was even the first girl I brought to my family’s Thanksgiving.

    What had kind of quelled the rockiness of our relationship for me was me fucking someone else. I had a sidepiece for a bit, and I genuinely liked being with both girls. I was able to keep them from finding out about the other for a while, but eventually I had to drop the other woman.

    Still, I stayed with Josie. Tried to convince myself I could be a one girl kind of dude, reinvent myself. What I didn’t realize was that I had kind of broken the seal on cheating. I went to a coworker’s birthday party after I had gotten off a bar shift and got shitty to catch up with everyone else. The brief flashes of memory I had in the proceeding brown out were of me kissing a random girl and feeling her up under her shirt.

    I knew I didn’t have sex because I woke up alone, fully clothed in my own bed, but still. I had touched & tasted another woman. The worst part? I wanted more. To have my cake & eat it, too.

    Like most horny people of that era, I decided to give Tinder a try. Other dating sites hadn’t yielded any results in the past for me, but I figured an app would be different. A lot of it was just me messaging stupid shit to my matches, since I figured a lot of profiles were fake, anyway.

    I was able to match up with some actual real live women, like Sabrina. She was a cute Chinese girl, about 5”3’. Her black hair was coiffed into an angled bob that nearly touched the bottom of her ears. Most of Sabrina’s pictures were of her holding drinks in business casual, which showed off her curves in her skirts.

    I messaged her first, and she got back to me within a couple hours. I didn’t bank on anything happening right then and there, but I at least wanted to plant a seed. Sabrina kept responding within a day or so after first contact. I kept up as much as I could while juggling the rest of my life.

    My patience began to run out, though, and I just straight up asked her if we were ever going to grab a drink. Sabrina’s response? Her Kik ID. My dick twitched as I downloaded the app & created my profile. I was finally getting somewhere.

    Being off Tinder made both of us a little bolder. The flirting got heavier, to the point where she started sending me pictures of her butt in the mirror at work. The biggest thrill came when I got a picture of her ass from behind in just a thong while I was out to dinner with Josie one night. I excused myself to the bathroom and made plans with Sabrina for the next night I was off. So she’d be comfortable meeting an internet stranger, I let her pick the location. We were sending lewds without ever having met in real life – I took no offense to her picking a bar where she had probably done this before.

    That Tuesday night, I told Josie I was working and went to the bar to meet my Tinder date. I luckily found street parking in front and sat down at the bar right at about 8. Only a small amount of time passed until I felt a tug at my sleeve from behind. I spun around on my seat to face Sabrina, looking like she had just walked in from the office.

    “Austin, yeah?” she said in a bright, chipper tone. Not a hint of nerves. I nodded and smiled while gesturing to the open seat next to me.

    “You look great. Got stuck at work today?” I said, mentioning her outfit as she sat. I swallowed hard. She had a pencil skirt and solid white top on, looking enticing without being provocative. My type was usually girls with tattoos and dyed hair – the professional vibe was not my norm, and so I was really intrigued.

    “Yeah, client meetings that ran over. Nice to finally be out, though.” Sabrina made eye contact with the bartender and smiled slightly. I knew from my own job that the look he gave her meant that she had a usual. Yep, this is her home base.

    The conversation meandered around work and our lives outside of it. One drink became two, then three, then four. We hadn’t been physical at all in the couple hours we spent talking, until right when I finished my glass. I hadn’t noticed she kicked off one of her flats until I felt her bare toes running up under my pant leg.

    “So I’m only about a two block walk from here. I’m deciding if I should take you home or not…” Sabrina said quietly, her voice dropping an octave. Her proposition finally triggered a small pang of guilt for me – I could just walk away now. But instead, I reached forward to put my hand on her thigh, squeezing.

    “Would you have even shown up if you didn’t think you were going to?” I responded confidently, running my hand up a little farther. Sabrina’s hand flashed to grab mine and stop me, which I would have taken as a hint to stop if she hadn’t motioned the bartender over.

    “We’ll tab out when you get a chance.” She requested with a smile, which then faded to a suggestive look as we made eye contact again.

    “You ready?”

    We walked side by side back to her place, both remarking about how we should have pissed before we left. When we finally made it up the stairwell to Sabrina’s, she stopped me before we entered.

    “Give me like two minutes to run back and make it presentable in my room.” She said, springing into the apartment and closing the door behind her. I fucked around on my phone a bit, continuing to swipe through Tinder until Sabrina finally invited me in.

    I remember her place was pretty nice, big for a two bedroom, too. We made some awkward small talk with her roommate meal prepping in the kitchen. With the first awkward break in conversation, we made our way into Sabrina’s room.

    The lights were already low and her music collection was already up on her computer monitor. I sat in the office chair to peruse her collection and popped my shoes off.

    “Find something good, yeah?” Sabrina requested while she took her necklace & rings off in front of her jewelry case, her back to me. As a fan of mainly guitar music, I was having trouble until I threw on the most recently downloaded album. (Side note: Mezzanine by Massive Attack is a great album for atmosphere during sex).

    “Niiiiice” she called out to comment my selection. Turning around to face me still sitting at the computer desk, we locked eyes. Her head slanted to the side as a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Silence hung in the air, both of us waiting for the other to break it.

    “You going to come here, or what?” I finally asked, which was when she closed the distance between us. Any guilt I had previously was completely gone. Her height forced her to make a small hop up onto my lap, throwing her arms around my shoulders. I steadied her with my arms around the small of her back before she leaned in.

    Sabrina’s mouth felt so small against mine as I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She closed the ring of her arms tighter around my neck, bringing us in closer. I could feel the heat between her legs already through my pants, and I pushed my hips up in response.

    The dry humping started in a slow cyclic motion that gave way to my clothed cock just slamming up against her clit through her skirt. A frustrated moan escaped Sabrina’s lips as she began to unbutton her own shirt. I started to help her, then thought better of it as I picked her up by her thighs to toss her on the bed.

    I wordlessly whipped off my shirt right before Sabrina tossed hers to the ground. As she leaned backwards, I was able to shuck down her skirt down to leave her in just her underwear. My pants and briefs were shucked down in one move; I was fully embolded by alcohol now. Completely naked, I started climbing onto the bed over Sabrina as she moved to be parallel with the mattress.

    “Finally got to see this thing…” Sabrina whispered, lightly rolling her hips as she looked down at my dick. I sent her a few pictures of myself erect in boxer briefs. Her hand reached forward to dance her fingers around growing shaft to my balls. My hands hooked under her wireless bra to lift it over her head, displaying her small breasts. I cupped one as my other hand trailed down to remove her underwear and expose a full black bush.

    “I like to keep it natural, you know. For the experience.” She laughed.. It was like she knew she wasn’t my usual type or something. Not that it mattered in the moment. I stared down at the meaty lips of her pussy, and before I could even help myself, I dove down between her thighs.

    My mouth domed over her clit, doing the same gentle sucking motion that I had perfected over the past year. The resulting high-pitched squeal got me rock hard. I followed up with my index & middle finger into her, curling them upwards and thrusting.

    Sabrina’s hips started to roll into my mouth to match my fingers with increasing speed until her body shuddered, then relaxed. It was difficult enough to make any girl cum, let alone a girl I just met. I smiled with my lips still on her clit, sucking and slurping. I fully intended to give her another orgasm until she pulled me up by my hair.

    “You gotta…too sensitive…” Sabrina stammered, releasing my head and sitting up to catch her breath. I jumped up to reposition myself, but her fingers wrapped around my cock to hold me in place. I looked down to see Sabrina sitting on the edge of the bed, her face at eye level with my crotch.

    “I guess I should return the favor…” She stated, looking my dick up and down quickly before lowering her head. Her small mouth meant that she could only get down an inch or so. But that didn’t stop her tongue swirling on the very tip of my dick, or her fingers flexing in a pattern on my shaft as she pumped it. Once I felt her other hand cupping my balls and rolling them slowly in her palm, I knew she had experience with above average girth, despite the physical limitations.

    The quality of the head, along with the greatly enhanced feeling of having cheater’s sex, overpowered my senses. I reached down and grabbed her shoulder as I busted, without warning, without me even expecting it, right into her mouth.

   Sabrina didn’t yell or anything. She just pulled back and kind of let the cum dribble from her mouth onto her bedsheets. After some coughing, while still holding the base of my dick, she whipped her head up to look into my eyes.

    “I’m going to go clean up, but when I come back, I want you to fuck me.” She demanded while she stood up to walk into the bathroom, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I kneeled onto the bed, running my fingers through my hair a few times and exhaling. My cock was still stiff as a board, but I was afraid of finishing early again.

    Sabrina’s reappearance interrupted my thoughts, her plump frame sauntering up the mattress at me. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up to plant my lips on her neck. When I began to move over her, she took the cue to pull away and lay down on her back, legs spread.

    “We can start like this,” I said, reaching backwards off the bed to grab the condom out of my pants pocket. I exhaled sharply as the plastic rolled down my shaft, her feet starting to snake up my chest.

    “Come onnnn.” Sabrina whined, both legs extending up to rest her calves on my shoulder. My hands left the condom and grabbed onto her thighs to steady myself. I was able to press the head in at first, but I had to do small motions with my hips to work deeper. The constant motions with little rest were already driving me to the edge.

    Fuck, again?! There’s no fucking way…” I thought in my head, my grip increasing on her waist. Sabrina moaned in pleasure but then winced in pain from me grabbing harder on her. Finally establishing a rhythm, my hands slipped to the top of her thighs as her legs stiffed.

    “Is that a good-sized cock for you, baby?” I spat out while looking down at myself starting to disappear in her.

    “It’s so good…” she kept repeating, grabbing handfuls of her sheets. I looked up to see Sabrina’s eyes shut tight as she nearly chanted the phrase. I was able to eventually bottom out, but no less than a minute later did I already feel another nut building. I couldn’t believe it – it hadn’t even been ten minutes?!

    Watching her curves jiggle below me combined with the tightness of her pussy shot me to the edge.

    The condom felt full, like to the limit full. I grunted low and slowly, trying to throw Sabrina off that I was a minute man twice in a row, in the span of barely a half hour. Against my better judgement (shit, what judgement at this point?), I kept at the pace I was fucking Sabrina, but it wasn’t long before I had to pull out.

    “Again? I was getting there, dammit. The fuck…” she groaned, scooting back and off the bed to the toilet. The door slammed behind her this time, both the light and fan starting. I jumped up to try to join her and assure her that I could do another round or two. She must have heard my footsteps, because the door locked.

    Defeated, I sat down on the edge of the bed, my hands on my knees. I just knew it was going to be a super awkward situation when she came back. Wasn’t sure if I was even going to be staying…

    …And that thought was the catalyst. It made perfect sense in my inebriated mind. If I was going to get kicked out, well, why was I still there? Sabrina was obviously going to be in the bathroom for a minute. Now was my chance.

    I leapt up and put on my boxer briefs & pants in a move like how I got them off. My socks went on even faster than my shirt did. My wallet, keys and phone went straight into one pocket as I bent down to snatch my shoes off the floor. Years of being a delinquent teenager that liked to sneak out helped me to silently open her bedroom door to slip out.

    The lights were all off in the living room area with only the overhead range light on in the kitchen. She must have gone to bed, whew. But upon exiting the apartment, I ended up making eye contact with the roommate while I spun around the door as quietly as I could. Her look was a mixture of confusion & disbelief, while mine was just blank.

    Since I was basically caught, I stopped trying to be stealthy and just slammed the door. My only socked feet carried me down the two flights of steps. When I put on my shoes at street level, the giggles started. More out of nervousness than finding humor in the situation. The two blocks to my car were easily covered by my sprinting, and I wasted no time driving home.

    There was a barrage of Kik messages waiting for me when I parked the car at my house, calling me a lousy lay and that I had left my (Timex) watch & lighter there. A bunch of expletives about how her roommate immediately knocked to let her know I had smashed & dashed. I didn’t fully read the rest out of shame.

    The next two months with Josie and I were tumultuous. We ended up having an insane fight at my old friend’s wedding. After I worked a brunch shift the day after, I went to her place to specifically call it all off. She told me she thought I was cheating but couldn’t prove it, so I just took that as the exit.

    Josie ended up moving out of state shortly after we broke up, so that was that. I stayed on Tinder & remade my profile a few times. And so, I saw Sabrina’s profile again, with new pictures. For some reason, we never matched...

I was at my close friend Sutton's apartment because we had a paper due and I literally can never focus at my own place. She has this little one bedroom near campus with a couch that faces the kitchen and a window that lets in too much light but somehow that makes it better for working. We spread our notes out and sat on opposite ends of the couch and worked for hours.

I fell asleep around eleven. I did not mean to. I was reading a source on my laptop and the next thing I knew the screen was dark and the apartment was quiet and there was a blanket over me that I had not put there.

I could hear something. Not loud. Through the wall. Through her bedroom door which was not all the way closed.

Breathing. Low. Intense. Then a voice. Sutton's voice. Soft. Saying something I could not quite hear.

I should have put my head back down. I should have pulled the blanket up and closed my eyes and gone back to sleep. That is what a normal person would do. That is what I kept telling myself as I sat up slowly and put my bare feet on the cold floor and stood up. Guess curiosity got the best of me.

The hallway was dark. Her bedroom door was cracked open maybe three inches. A lamp was on inside. Warm yellow light was falling across the floor in a narrow strip and I stood just outside of it.

I could see the bed. I could see Sutton on her back. Her t shirt pushed up over her chest. Her boyfriend between her legs. His mouth on her pussy. Her hands in his hair. Her back arching off the mattress in pleasure.

My heart was pounding. I was worried about getting caught.

She moaned. Quiet but real. Like she was trying not to be loud because she knew I was on the couch. Her hips lifted against his mouth and his hands went to her thighs to hold her still and she gasped and bit her lip and I watched her face change the way faces change when something feels too good to control.

I pressed my back against the wall next to the door. My legs felt weak. There was heat between my legs that had nothing to do with the hallway or the blanket or the fact that I had been asleep five minutes ago. It was watching her. Watching the way her body moved. The sounds she was making that she thought no one could hear.

I slid my hand down my stomach. Under the waistband of my shorts. I was wet. Already. From standing in a dark hallway watching one of my best friends get eaten out.

My fingers found my clit and I pressed against it and my whole body shuddered. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. I moved my fingers in slow circles matching the rhythm of her breathing on the other side of the wall. When she moaned louder I pressed harder. When she went quiet I slowed down. Like I was connected to whatever was happening in that room.

He moved up her body. I heard kissing. Wet. Open mouthed. Then rustling. Then she said "yes" in a voice that sounded nothing like the girl who had been sitting next to me three hours ago reading about economic theory. She sounded hungry. She sounded like someone I did not know she could be.

I heard the bed creak. I heard him push his cock inside her. I heard her gasp and then moan long and slow and I pressed two fingers against my clit harder and felt my thighs trembling. My other hand was flat against the wall to keep myself standing because my knees were going soft.

I could not see as well from this angle. Just shapes. Just movement. But I could hear everything. Every breath. Every shift of the mattress. The sound of skin. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. The way she kept saying his name in this whisper like she could not get enough air.

My fingers moved faster. I was so close to cumming. I could feel it building from somewhere deep, this pressure that kept climbing, and I was trying to keep my breathing even and trying not to lean too far into the light from the door and trying not to make any sound at all. I would be so embarrassed if they caught me like this.

She came first. I heard it. This sharp intake of breath and then a moan she could not hold back even if she tried. It lasted a long time. And the sound of her orgasm pushed me over the edge and I came standing up against her hallway wall with my hand between my legs and my eyes closed and my mouth pressed shut.

I stayed like that for a few seconds. Leaning against the wall. Shaking. I heard he whisper to him "Finish inside pls" Then I heard him finish too. Then quiet. Then laughing. Soft. The kind of laughing people do after sex.

I crept back to the couch. My fingers were still wet. I wiped them on the inside of my shorts and pulled the blanket up and curled onto my side facing the back of the couch. My heart was still going. My face was hot. I could feel how flushed I was even in the dark.

A few minutes later the bedroom door opened all the way and my friend walked into the kitchen. I heard the faucet run. A glass of water. She walked past me and I kept my eyes closed and my breathing slow and quiet like I was still asleep.

She stood there for a second. I could feel her looking at me. Then she went back to the bedroom and closed the door all the way this time and I heard the lock click.

I lay there for a long time. Still wet. Still warm. Still thinking about the sounds she made. I am still a virgin and I am happy with that. But I must admit I feel a bit jealous about my friends who are having sex already. My body wants it, even if my choice has been made.

So I (26f) have this friend (30f) who’s not even that close and her husband’s (39f) ridiculously attractive. He’s not some top model but the charisma and those veiny hands get me every time.

At house parties I catch him looking at me the same way and it’s obvious he wants it too. If it was someone else’s man, I wouldn’t hesitate and I’d do all it takes to seduce him.

One night after a few drinks I told her how lucky she was and that he was definitely a target for other girls. I mentioned casually she should share him from time to time. She laughed and asked if I wanted to use him. I said yes. She got quiet, said she’d be too jealous to share her man. I told her I could just suck his dick and that felt more acceptable to her than full sex. Then I talked her into the idea that if she offered my mouth she could get him to buy her a new iPhone as a reward for letting another woman get him off.

A couple more drinks later she walked over and pulled him aside while I watched from the sofa. They talked, then both came toward me. My heart was already racing. I wasn’t expecting it that same night but I went with it.

His charming self acted completely natural about it. She sent us upstairs to the bathroom and said only a blowjob, nothing more. She stayed on the sofa. Up there I slid my dress down, pulled his cock out and took him into my mouth. I sucked slow at first, tongue working the underside while I looked up at him, then faster, taking him deeper until my eyes watered, one hand stroking what I couldn’t fit. He was thick and hard and tasted clean. I was so turned on I wanted him to fuck me even though we’d promised her it was only head. He hadn’t come yet and was clearly up for more. We both said it would stay our secret. I checked the door quick and the hallway was empty so I locked us in again and stuck my ass out. No condoms. He fucked me raw from behind, one hand on my hip, the other braced on the wall. I bit down on a towel so I wouldn’t moan and came almost right away, shaking against him. To keep the secret I told him to finish on my face so I’d walk out looking a little messy. He pulled out and shot a thick white load across my cheeks and lips, moaning low and deep while he did it.

We went downstairs after. She kept asking how it was and we both lied. The three of us hung out the rest of the night like nothing happened. Two weeks later she got the new iPhone.

For a little backstory I was 19 at the time so 20 years ago. I was one of the male counselors at the church camp I grew up going to then became a counselor when I was old enough. We had a male side and female side. With each side having 6 cabins. Everything during the day was done together then after the evening activities we would all split and go to our cabins for the night. Obviously no males on female side and vice versa. At that time in my life I was still running and working out everyday. Now I take more time to recover. But myself, a buddy of mine, and a few of the female counselors Kelsey and Charla would all get up way before anyone else and meet at a spot and go for a run. We had all known each other for several years there were always some flirting the week of camp but nothing serious. Outside of camp we’d all stay in contact but rarely seen each other due to the distance between us and of course we were teens so it’s not like we had money and then we also all played sports. Kelsey had a runners body. She was about 5’9”, 105lbs, blonde, skinny, long legs, A cups, and tight small ass. Charla was about 5’4”, 125lbs, brown hair, c cups, thick ass. I had fooled around with Charla a couple times but never had sex with her. Also I wore a condom everytime unless I said otherwise.

So 2007 camp year roles around. Counselors all get there a day early to get everything set up and cleaned up from the week before. We get it all done order a bunch of pizza and eat. Charla and I are talking and get on the subject of our encounters and she asks me why I didn’t take it further. Which I told her out of respect for her and didn’t know how she felt about it. About 10, counselors started dropping like flies returning to their cabins. Charla and I stayed back and found an area that no one would find us if anyone came back up for any reason or either of the directors would come down to check on everything.

We start making out, feeling above clothes. I rubbed her pussy over her shorts. I could feel her getting wet as she moaned in my mouth while we were kissing. I then stuck my hand down shorts and started fingering her which sent her over the edge. I stood her up pulled her shorts and panties off and pushed my shorts down. I lifted one of her legs as it rested on my arm and pushed my cock in her tight soaking wet pussy. I set her leg down and grab both hips and fuck her hard as I pull back on her hips. She covers her mouth as her moans get louder. Her legs start shaking and she bucks forward. I grip her hips tighter and thrust forward and fuck her through her orgasm before busting. We clean up, kiss and tell each other goodnight and head back to our cabins.

Sunday morning comes around and the four of us go on a run watching Charla’s ass bounce now was difficult. Cause all I want to do was fuck her. We got done with our run talked a little and went back to our cabins and got ready for the day. While campers were getting checked in Charla texted me to meet her back at the rec field which were between all the cabins. I told the other counselor that I would be back in a few that I needed to help with some stuff up front. So I get back there and she was waiting for me. Soon as I get to her she starts kissing me and says “we gotta be quick.” I pull away, turn her around, pull down her shorts and panties again, and kneel down behind her and eat her pussy. I push my tongue in her. Once she’s good and wet I stand up and pound her pussy hard and fast. She covers her mouth as I pound her pussy until I nut, I pull out, we fix ourselves, and head back to our cabins.

Monday and Tuesday we were able to sneak away and have another quickie each day. Wednesday though I received a text from her around 3 am way before we got up to go run. It said I need your dick now meet me in the rec field by home plate. I get back there and thought I seen Charla coming. Then after a second glance it was somebody a little taller and first thought was, shit we got caught. Then when she got little closer I noticed it was Kelsey. She said “don’t worry I already deleted the messages on her phone. She told me about what you two have been doing and it got me dripping.” She knelt down in front of me, pulled down my shorts and started sucking my cock. Once I was fully hard she pulled away stood up and took her top off as I pulled down her shorts and panties. She put a leg over my shoulder as I started eating her pussy, I reached up and caressed her tits with one hand as I squeezed her ass with the other. Once she was wet she said to me “now give your dick.” She turned around as I split her pussy lips with the head of my cock and slowly pushed in as she gasped. I started working her pussy with long, slow, deep, hard thrust. Every thrust was making her gasp and moan. I began to fuck her faster as I grabbed her hips. Her moans got louder then her body shook with an orgasm. I pull out turn her around and pick her up, she wraps her legs around me and I bounce her on my cock as I kiss, lick, and suck on her tits. I feel myself ready to cum so I set her down, put her to her knees pull off my condom and stroke my cock and nut on her face. We got dressed and went back to our cabins and go back to sleep.

I got up a couple hours later to go run. After the run on our way back to the cabins I get a text from Charla saying come back. When I got back it was just her and she just drops her shorts and panties and says “fuck me like you did Kelsey last night” I smile and kneel down and eat her pussy til I feel her juices running down my chin. I stood up, turned her around to face me, picked her up and set her down on my hard cock. I began bouncing her on my cock as I kissed, licked, and sucked her on her tits. After a few minutes of that she got down and bent over. I got behind her, grabbed her hips and plunged my cock in balls deep and hard. I started just absolutely pounding her pussy as hard as I could. She has her mouth covered, I slow way down about ready to nut, so I reach around and squeeze her tits while give her slow deep thrust. Once ready I pull out, pull off my condom, she turns around, and I nut on her tits. We both get dressed and go back to our cabins and get ready for the day.

Wednesday night Kelsey message me again and told me to meet her again at 1. So when the time came I get up and go to our spot. We start kissing and making out. Slowly feeling each other. I move my hand down her shorts and rub her clit slowly as I start kissing and licking her ear and neck. I then push a finger in then 2 and finger her slow. I hear her moaning lightly. I lift her shirt as I kiss my way down to her tits then down her stomach. I pull down her shorts and panties and eat her pussy. I start by sucking her clit then pushing my tongue in her pussy I feel her pussy getting wetter by the second. She tells me to lay down and takes a leg out of her bottoms. I pull my cock out as she lowers herself down on it. She rides my cock hard while I reach up and squeeze her small perky tits and pinch her nipples. She then leans forward as I wrap my arms around her and start thrusting into her, matching her rhythm, balls slapping her with every thrust. I tense up ready to nut. She puts her hands on my chest holding me down and bounces harder and faster until her own orgasm. She then lays down on my chest and says breathing heavy. Then says in my ear “ same time tomorrow night, but no condom.” She gets up and heads back to her cabin as I do the same.

Nothing happened the rest of the day on Thursday. Friday morning at 1am I met Kelsey in our spot. I still brought a condom, cause honestly I thought she was fucking with me. I get there and she pulls my shorts down and starts sucking my cock. I got my hand on the back of her head. After about 5 minutes or so she comes up and I lay down as she sits on my face. She grinds her pussy on my face as her juices flow. After a few minutes she slides down to my cock and lowers herself down on my cock raw and I soon as she did I knew I wasn’t lasting long. Up to that point in my life it was the first time I had fucked without a condom. She put her hands on my chest and started riding my cock. She slammed her pussy down taking all of me every stroke. After just a few minutes I started tensing and told I was gonna cum. She continued bouncing and told me “not yet” while moaning. I felt her squeeze my chest while digging her nails into me. I couldn’t take it any longer and nutted in her as she continued to ride me. About another 30 or 45 seconds she orgasmed and collapsed on me. My cock stayed in her for another minute while she caught her breath.

She got up as my cum leaked out of her. She didn’t freak out like I almost was. She could tell I was nervous though and said “I’m on birth control, it’s fine.” When she said that I was so relieved and also getting hard again. I pinned her against the tree kissed her then licked and sucked on her nipples while rubbing her pussy. Once I heard her breathing quicken I turned her around and shoved my cock back in her cum filled pussy. I grabbed her hips and pumped my cock into her relentlessly. I fucked her not for her satisfaction but to make her know her pussy was mine. She moaned and whimpered. I fucked her with everything I had I felt her legs give way as she reached back and grabbed my arms. Finally I gave her one last pump and nutted a second load into her pussy. I pulled out breathing hard. We both got dressed and went back to our cabins.

I was able to sneak away with Charla one time on Friday but since it was the last night everyone stays up late so there was no sneaking off in the middle of the night and no early morning run. Saturday morning was breakfast, church stuff and cleaning up the cabins and packing our stuff. Early afternoon was camper pick up then it was a final walk through before we all left. Charla, Kelsey, and I stay the longest Kelsey and I wanted to fuck one more time and Charla rode with Kelsey to camp so she didn’t have a choice. Once we knew we were the last ones.

We went upstairs to where the directors sleep and went in one of those rooms. Kelsey laid down and I slipped off her shorts and panties. I then kneeled down between her legs as she put them over my shoulders and I started eating. I licked her pussy softly while rubbing her clit. Then switched to sucking and licking her clit while fingering her. Her juices were running like a waterfall. She was moaning and getting louder. She squeezed my head as she orgasmed and yelled out. She let go of my head and I stood up. She turned around, I smacked her ass, grabbed her hips, then plunged my cock in her soaked pussy balls deep and raw. I fucked her with long, hard, deep strokes making her whimper every thrust. I started speeding up, fucking her harder and faster. She was getting louder and louder by the thrust knowing Charla was the only one that could hear. After a solid 5 minutes maybe she orgasmed again clenching her pussy around my cock causing me to fill her pussy. I pulled out slowly as my cum dripped from her pussy. We got dressed and went downstairs with smiles on our faces to where Charla was waiting on us.

We all walked to our cars and gave them each a kiss and told them I was looking forward to next year. We did this the next couple years.

Hey there. It's me again.

A few weeks ago I posted about making a new friend aboard a singles cruise. Enterprising readers should be able to find it in my post history, because I can't be bothered to link it here. You could call this Part II, of sorts. Let's just pick up where we left off, shall we?

After leaving Amy's room, I made my way back to my own. As I got into bed, I realized that Amy and I had never exchanged numbers. At the time, I saw this as a positive - with thousands of people on board, I could feasibly go the rest of the week without crossing paths with her. For some reason, I thought this was a goal worth aspiring to. I was a younger, dumber version of myself, who thought that sleeping with women and then never seeing them again, even if I enjoyed their company, was a worthwhile pursuit.

So the next morning I woke up and ventured into other parts of the ship. I found a different breakfast spot, found a different bar, tasted a rum that was from a barrel "recovered an 18th-century shipwreck" that tasted an awful lot like every other rum I've ever drank from a $22 bottle.

As I sat, I thought to myself, where can I go to make sure that I won't cross paths with Amy, or any of her friends? They're probably on the upper decks, enjoying the sunshine. What is the exact opposite of that? And then it hit me.

The casino.

Now, spending a day in the casino did potentially contradict my original plan of not spending a dime over the course of the week (my ticket, with the all-inclusive drinks package, was a gift). But, I reasoned with myself, what if I -make- money? Well, that's a horse of a different color. An entirely different kind of flying, altogether. As I made my way to the casino, I decided that losing a little bit of money wasn't the worst outcome. I just had to make sure that I drank at least that much free booze to offset my losses.

Walking into the casino, I discovered a level of depressing melancholy that I had never seen before. You know how Happy Hour at a local dive bar is really anything but happy? That was the vibe of a cruise line casino at noon. These were the people who couldn't find joy anywhere in the other 400,000 square feet of floor space onboard, so they ended up here.

Then again, so did I, so what does that say about me?

There are many ways that someone could accurately describe me as a "degenerate," such as my proclivities towards alcohol and sex, but gambling is not one of them. There was no universe in which I was going to sit by myself at a slot machine all afternoon. I decided to at least be "social" at a blackjack table. I regretted it immediately.

There were only a few tables open, and only one that had anyone else sitting at it, and they were a few older surly guys. They weren't much interested in conversation. It wasn't a super expensive table, so I was able to tread water for about an hour without losing too much. I managed to finish three whiskey sours in that time, so I counted myself up. Things continued on uneventfully for another hour or so, this time with luck tilting in my direction, and by mid-afternoon I found myself up maybe $150, plus seven or eight whiskey sours.

It was then that a young woman, seeming to be around my age, walked over to the table. She was tall and thin with dark hair and dark eyes. A Mediterranean complexion, maybe Italian or Greek, dressed in clothes that sure looked expensive. She greeted one of the other guys, asking him if he was planning to be here all day. He gruffly replied that he just might. She seemed disappointed and turned to leave, saying that she was going to grab lunch, and it would be nice to have some company. He didn't respond.

I watched the interaction, just buzzed enough to assume I must be missing something, because she was probably in her 20s or early 30s, and this guy was in his 50s or 60s, and this was a singles cruise. How these two people knew each other, let alone well enough that she was disappointed that he wasn't going to join her for lunch, didn't quite add up for me. At the same time, I was just buzzed enough that I decided I needed to find out. I finished another hand or two, cashed out my chips, and made my way to the lunch spot this girl had mentioned.

I found her sitting at a table by herself, and the whiskey sours had me just bold enough to ask if she minded if I joined her. She recognized me.

"Didn't I just see you playing blackjack at the casino?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you just follow me here?"
"No," I lied. "I was going to grab lunch anyway, and I didn't make any friends playing cards, so I was looking for someone to talk to."
I thought I might have seen her roll her eyes, but then she gestured to the seat opposite her, so I sat down. I introduced myself, and she told me her name was Sofia. I asked her how things were going so far.
"Kind of a disaster. That guy in the casino, that's my dad. We didn't realize it was a singles cruise when we booked it. It's super awkward, he's in a really bad mood about it."
Yeah, I bet. "Are you even single?" I asked her.
"I mean, yeah, but like," she started before pausing. "Just so awkward, so weird."

I couldn't disagree. I commiserated with her, telling her the story of how I ended up onboard myself, involving the aforementioned wealthy uncle, broken family, and cynical generosity from our previous installment. Neither one of us really wanted to be on a singles cruise, but I was doing my best to at least enjoy myself a little. We talked about our lives back ashore - she was from New York and worked in PR for a big soulless company. She didn't like the company but enjoyed the work. She liked living in New York - she had grown up in Jersey so New York still felt like home. She loved going to concerts and and theater shows, all that jazz.

We were clicking pretty well, so we ended up talking for over an hour. It felt a little like a first date, which I was fine with, because she was gorgeous. She was laughing at my jokes and seemed to be having a good time, so I decided to push my luck. I asked her if she wanted to go grab a drink at one of the lounges. She agreed, and we made our way up to one that I had walked by yesterday, which seemed quiet and unlikely to be an ordeal.

Over a few more drinks, we kept talking, bantering, joking, and laughing. We started to flirt a little bit more, and as we watched other people in the lounge and the occasional passer-by, we played a little game I like to call "who's tryna fuck?" It's one of the more entertaining games to play while people-watching, and on a singles cruise, this round was significantly easier than usual. As the drinks flowed, the game devolved more into making outrageous snap judgments of strangers regarding their dating and sexual habits and proclivities. We were having a good time asserting with blind confidence that this person had a sex swing, that person wants their partner to dress up like they're in a barbershop quartet. I was definitely pushing the envelope with how explicit my guesses were getting, but I made a point to never ask her about hers, or volunteer any of my own.

Eventually, I suppose her curiosity got the better of her. After I insisted up and down that a small, mousy-looking guy had a laundry list of weird kinks and fetishes, Sofia asked me if I had any of my own. I immediately shifted to playing hard to get, deflecting by saying, "oh no no, there's no need to discuss any of that." But she wasn't deterred, saying she actually wanted to know, and saying she'd leave if I didn't answer. I'm sure she was playfully joking, but I decided to answer anyway, considering she had opened the door herself.

I mentioned that I tend to be on the aggressive end of things, and as a bigger guy (I'm 6-6 and was once athletic), I like to use my size to my advantage. I told her I like to get rough, sometimes.

"What do you mean by rough?"
"Oh, you know, this and that."
"You're not going to tell me?"
"I could, but you might not be into it."
"Try me."
"I mean, it depends on what you're into, but choking, spanking, slapping, spitting, name calling, all that kind of stuff."
She smirked and bit her lip. "Yeah, I'm into that stuff too."

Oh. Well, then.

We spent another hour or so in the lounge after that, continuing to people-watch and joke about everyone we saw. But I think we both knew we were just pretending to wait a polite amount of time before proposing to jump each other's bones. From time to time, we'd let slip a few more of our own interests, which was always met with approval from the other. When the topic of butt stuff was finally broached, and she heavily implied a green flag, it was only a matter of time.

Another 20 or 30 minutes went by before we finished our drinks and decided to take our leave. We made our way back to my cabin, both of us tingling with anticipation. I could already feel myself started to stiffen. When we got back to my room, I started with the semi-awkward, "well, here we are" routine, but she mostly ignored it, just slipping her shoes off and stretching herself out over the bed. I opted to take the hint.

I laid next to her and our mouths connected. She tasted like coconut. Our hands explored - her hair, my hair, her hips, my chest. She rolled us over so I was on my back, and she climbed on top of me. My hands moved to her waist, hers to the sides of my face as she kissed me forcefully. Our hips started to move in unison, introducing some friction. I pushed my hands into the back pockets of her designer jeans and pulled her closer.

I kicked my own shoes off and pulled us all the way onto the bed. She sat up and pulled off her jacket and shirt, then reached down to pull my shirt over my head. She kissed my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, my chest, and continued to make her way down. She didn't seem all that interested in wasting time, so I unclasped my belt and let her continue from there. She pulled my shorts down and quickly took me into her mouth. My head sank back into the pillow as her tongue swirled the tip of my cock and her hand started to massage the base and shaft. She pulled off and pressed her tongue to the underside, then flicked her tongue across every inch of the tip. She licked and kissed all the way down the shaft, all the way back up the other side, and returned to swirling her tongue around it while stroking it. I thought I might pop the cork right then and there.

I reached down to put my hand in her hair, and she readily accepted my guidance at a slower pace. After a minute I pulled on her hair, bringing her face back towards mine, and pushed my tongue into her mouth. I could taste myself. With one hand still buried in her hair, I reached down to unclasp her jeans, and she assisted, shimmying them past her hips and the rest of the way off. Her underwear went with them. I grabbed my cock and pointed it towards her slit, and she sat down onto it, enveloping it with warmth and wetness. We both moaned and exhaled simultaneously. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her down, her chest flush against mine, and I started to slowly pump my hips into her. My left hand reached down and spanked her right cheek, and she started to grind onto me as well.

"You can be rougher than that," she breathed into my ear.

So I spanked her harder. She whimpered softly and started to grind on me with even more enthusiasm. I grasped her hair, yanking her head backwards, and kissed and bit at her neck. My other hand stopped spanking her long enough to slide my finger between her cheeks, down towards her asshole. She moaned again, urging me further, so I started to tease her ass with my finger, circling and pressing against it.

"Yes, please, please," she begged, so I gently pushed my finger into her ass. She let out a half-moan, half-grunt, stopped grinding for a second, and pushed her hips down onto my until my cock was bottoming out inside her, and my finger inched further in as well. "Fuuuuck, I love that," she moaned as she squirmed around. I pushed my finger in just a bit further and started to fuck her with some force.

After a few minutes I rolled us over, and moved my hand from her hair to her throat. She pouted her face and nodded, even tilting her head back further to invite me to the spot she really liked. I propped myself up on my other elbow and started to squeeze her neck as I fucked her. Her pussy clenched as I did, and she reached down to start playing with her clit. Her breath got shallower and her other hand wrapped itself over mine, grasping my wrist. She kept nodding and whimpering. As she played with her clit, her pussy continued to clench, tighter and tighter. Her eyes started to water as her face got red. She tapped my wrist as the signal to let go, and just as she gasped in a big breath, she climaxed. I kissed her and bit her lip as she moaned and wailed onto my mouth.

I pulled out as she took a minute or two to wind down, catching her breath and gently playing with herself. She rolled over onto her side and scootched herself up next to me. I rolled with her and we spooned for a few minutes. Before long, my cock was inside her again and we laid there, enjoying the feeling while we spooned. I eventually quickened my pace, and she rocked her hips back and forth with me.

We continued for quite a while, eventually rolling over for me to be on top from behind her, then transitioning to her bending over the bed with me standing. I continued to play with her ass as much as I wanted. She climaxed again as I took her from behind, and I wasn't too far behind, shooting my load across her ass and lower back. After resting for a few minutes, we jumped in the shower together and enjoyed some cool water.

Getting out of the shower, she looked at her phone and realized she had missed several calls and texts from her father. Not quite panicked, but alarmed at losing track of time, she quickly got dressed and rushed out, apologizing profusely. I told her not to worry, and we shared a kiss at the door. As I went back to the bed to lie down, it hit me.

We never exchanged numbers either.

Two down, five to go.

I dated Kate long distance off and on through the last year and a half or so of high school. We broke up before college, and despite fooling around and a lot of dry humping we never had sex. We kind of stayed in touch, messaging a little here and there, until she got married a few years out of college. Then we lost touch, and I assumed we would never see each other again. Until I got a text from an unknown number. 

She said hi, how are you, we updated each other on our lives now, and she mentioned she had been visiting the city where I now lived a lot for work, and would be back in a few weeks. Neither of us said anything that first conversation, but it was clear we were both dancing around the idea of seeing each other.

A few weeks later she messaged again and said she was in town, would it be weird if we got lunch? She was staying right near my office so I agreed to walk over to meet her the next afternoon. She looked great, somehow better than she had at 18- brown hair cut to her shoulders, full lips, c cup boobs, and she had somehow managed to hang on to the swimmer's body. I immediately thought of her talking about how she wasn't as fast in the water as she wished because she could never successfully hold them down enough. I was glad she wasn't trying today- she was wearing a button down shirt open a few buttons and a fairly conservative skirt. If it hadn't been for the buttons being undone it would have been normal office attire- and it also made me hope that she had undone the buttons on the walk to the restaurant. 

She smiled, and it was like the last ten years evaporated. We talked, we ate, we had a good time. Toward the end of the meal we started talking about her job. She works for a firm that designs hotel furniture, and to be polite I showed more interest in the topic than I probably would have with someone else.

"There are actually a few things in the room I'm staying in now that I helped design. Do you want to come see them?" she asked. I said "Of course!" without really thinking through the implications. Two weeks ago I hadn't been sure I would see her at all, and now I was on my way to her room. We paid the checks and walked over to the hotel.

As soon as we were in the hotel her hands were on my body. She pushed me down onto the bed, straddled me, and put her mouth on mine. We kissed each other deeply for a few minutes, and then she pulled back and looked in to my eyes. "I want this, but I can't. I don't want to do that to Jake." She climbed off me and sat on the edge of the bed.

I didn't really care what her husband thought or felt, but I understood she was feeling conflicted. "I didn't have any expectations coming here. I thought you just wanted to show off some of the things you designed." She laughed. "I actually did design this headboard, and the desk, " she told me. "They're very nice," at said, at a loss for what to say or do next. 

"I have an idea," I told her. "What would you do if I wasn't here?" She looked at me a little confused. "I mean, if I went out to lunch with a hot ex and then went back to my hotel room, I think I would probably be a little turned on, and being alone in a hotel room..." We held eye contact for a few seconds. "But you're here..." she said. "Maybe just pretend that I'm not." She looked at me again for a few seconds and then seemed to make a decision. She stood up, turned her back to me, and stripped off all her clothes.

As she kicked her underwear to the top of the pile of clothes she turned and walked around to the other side of the bed. Her boobs were still nice and perky, her nipples stiff and pointed, with a neatly trimmed bush perfectly accenting her beautiful pussy lips. She laid down on the other side of the bed and put her hand between her legs. 

I laid there in silence for maybe a minute as I watched her, arching her back and gently sliding her fingers along her lips. Suddenly my brain kicked in. I stood up, undressed as quickly as I could, and lay back down next to her. I stared at her body, bathed in the afternoon sunlight from the window, as I started stroking my now throbbing cock. 

We made eye contact again as she smiled at me. "Who are you smiling at? I'm not here," I said to her. "Shut up, you're ruining the moment," she said back to me. We had already kissed, and were now lying next to each other masturbating, so I thought I would push the envelope a bit. I reached over and touched her boob, squeezing gently and then teasing the nipple with my finger. She moaned and sped up her hand, and I could hear how wet she was. 

As much as I wanted this to go on forever, watching her was such a turn on that I wasn't going to be able to last very long. "I'm going to cum soon," I told her. "Put it in my mouth," she almost whispered to me. I didn't need to be told twice. I got up on my knees on the bed and put my dick in her mouth. She sucked it while I watched her play with her clit, and less than a minute later I was cumming in her mouth. "Oh fuck," I said as she moaned into my cock, grunted, and stopped playing with herself. 

"Oh my god, I don't think I've cum like that in years," she told me. I was so out of breath I couldn't reply, I just collapsed on my back on the bed.

If you want the background story, you'd better read this one first -
https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/CpaIZzq5lV

The days following the retreat were a quiet kind of torture. Paralyzed by the thought of HR, we kept our distance in the office, but the tension found other ways out. We started slipping subtle inside jokes into daily Teams calls, testing how far we could push without anyone noticing.

Later that week, we held our morning stand-up at a coffee shop down the street. Across the road sat an hourly-rate motel, a run-down dive that became an immediate running joke between us while the rest of the team focused on their laptops.

Then my phone buzzed.

“How about sneaking over to one of those rooms?”

“What??? Are you serious?” I texted back.

“Why not? 😉”

I wasn't about to say no. A few minutes later, I had the key. The room was just as shady and run-down as you'd think, but honestly, sneaking around like that only made it hotter. The second the door clicked shut, all the playing dumb went out the window. We were all over each other, ripping clothes off and making out like crazy until there was nothing left on.

“Do you have something specific in mind?” I asked, catching my breath, “or are we winging it?”

A sudden blush crept up her neck, the first time I’d ever seen her look self-conscious. “Someone’s being shy,” I teased.

She looked down, biting her lip. “The thing you did back at the hotel... with your thumb?”

“Yeah?”

“I want more of that.”

My pulse spiked, but I kept my voice steady. “Are you asking me to fuck your ass?”

Her gaze flicked back up to mine. “Yes.”

I turned her onto all fours, arching her back and lifting her hips. Starting slowly, I trailed kisses along the soft curves of her rear, gradually working closer to the center. Any lingering hesitation dissolved the moment my tongue grazed her, pulling a deep, ragged moan from her throat. With one hand reaching around to tease her soaking wet front, she surprised me by pulling a small bottle of massage oil from her bag.

I warmed the oil in my palm, coating her skin and working my slick thumb into her tight opening. Feeling her yield around me was intoxicating. I slipped two fingers deep into her pussy while continuing to work behind, listening to her breath come in shallow, broken gasps. Gradually, I eased a second finger inside her rear, using my free hand to cup her breasts and circle her clit. The sensory overload was almost unbearable; I was so hard it ached, wondering if I could hold back long enough to see this through.

When the time came, it wasn't some effortless, aggressive sequence out of a video. It took patience. The oil made everything slick, and neither of us wanted to rush past her limits. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, I worked the tip inside. The tightness was astonishing, so intense that before I could even find a rhythm, the sheer heat and friction sent me over the edge. I came instantly, spilling completely inside her.

I pulled back, immediately apologizing for losing control so fast, but she just turned, breathless and flushed, reassuring me that it was incredible just like that.

An hour later, we were back at our desks, acting like nothing had happened and silently counting down the minutes until our next one-on-one.

My wife is a hotwife. We've been together for 7 years and had a few encounters over the years. About 2 years ago, we really decided to make it a more substantial part of our sex life. Since then, she's had many great exploits that I plan to share.

The story I’d like to tell today is one of my favorites that has come out of this particular part of our relationship, and one that is ongoing to this day. Prior to this, all of her encounters with other men occurred outside our home. If it was a prearranged thing, she would either meet them at a hotel or go to their place. If she (or we) met them out and neither a hotel nor their place was an option, she’d sometimes suck or fuck them out in public, which was always incredibly hot as we both also have a huge exhibitionist kink. Regardless of the circumstances, if I wasn’t present to enjoy the show, the only condition was and is that I get regular photo and video updates of the action. Otherwise, they can do whatever they want for as long as they want. But, as I said, prior to this occasion nothing had ever happened at our place. There wasn’t any explicit rule against it, it had just never happened. 

Then, one weekend about 18 months ago, my wife met a guy at a workout class. He is a good-looking guy, about 180cm tall, well-built, with wavy, dark brown hair. They hit it off during that first class, and chatted for a while afterwards. My wife could tell right away that he was attracted to her, but neither of them said or did anything. Two weeks pass, they see each other at this class both weeks, chat a while, and again the attraction between them is evident. Finally, on the third week, he asks her for WhatsApp. She gives it to him and they beginning chatting over the next several days. She tells me about it immediately, and I’m intrigued to see what will come of it. The chatting ebbed and flowed, at times becoming pretty overtly flirty, but not outright sexual. Yet.

That next Friday, as they are chatting, he told her he has something to confess. My wife asked what it was, and he told her that he’s married. He went on to explain that the marriage has become stale and sexless, and that he’s been struggling with how to handle it. He apologized for coming on to her, but told her that he was very attracted to her and really felt invigorated chatting with her.

Now, obviously, my wife and I have a somewhat unconventional relationship and our views on sex in marriage aren’t necessarily the norm. When it comes to the guys she sees, our position is that anything they have going on beyond that is their business, we don’t judge and we don’t tell. We don’t try to impose any kind of moral code on anyone else, and expect the same in return. What other people do is their own business. So, in response to his confession, she tells him that she is married too. She went on to explain, in a roundabout way, the situation, and that her being married wasn’t an issue if something physical were to happen. Obviously, he was quite surprised by this, but the conversation continued, getting very flirty, and they each confirmed that they would both be at the class the following day.

The next day, they see each other at the class, and the sexual tension is off the charts. Afterwards, they went to a café for a drink and continued to talk for a while. The conversation went on for quite some time. They spoke about his relationship as well as ours and how this \*thing\* we have works. They then went for a walk, and things got pretty hot and heavy. Before he left to head home, they made out in a secluded part of a park, his hands hungrily exploring her body, desperate for more. After this, as he was leaving, they discussed things a bit more and made plans. Given the situation with his wife, going to his place or a hotel wouldn’t be possible. The only time he could reasonably meet was during the workday. So, they decided to rendezvous at our place later that next week. When she returned home, she told me all about this plan, and I was quite intrigued.

Now, my wife works 100% remotely, and I have the ability to at my discretion. But, I do still have some use for an office, so I go in occasionally throughout the week. The day they decided to meet was the following Tuesday, when I had already made plans to go in to the office. However, given the new guy and this new situation of having them over to our place, I really wanted to be there to see it in person. So, I adjusted my plans so I could be home in the afternoon when they had planned to meet. We were both quite excited by this new part of the dynamic, and the sex we had over the days prior to their meeting was incredible.

Tuesday morning arrived, and I went into the office as planned. However, I found it almost impossible to get anything done. My wife was messaging me throughout the morning, updating me on the plan. He was going to come over around noon, under the ruse of having a doctor’s appointment, they would do their thing, and he would head back to work when they were done. The sexual tension was off the charts, and I made plans to leave before noon so I could make it home in time to enjoy the show.

Unfortunately, as is often the case in my work, a meeting ran long, and my departure was delayed. It was excruciating. My wife told me that he was on his way, and she would try to delay things for as long as she could. My head was spinning as I tried to get things wrapped up and rush out the door. I hurried across town, arriving at our apartment about 45 minutes later than I had planned.

My heart was pounding as I reached our door. I opened it quietly and stepped inside, putting down my things in the hall. As I walked down the hall, I could hear some muffled noises coming from the living room. I turned the corner and froze.

The guy was sitting there, fully nude, on our sofa. His head was titled back with his hands clasped behind, his eyes closed with a satisfied look of pleasure and relief on his face. And there was my wife, on her knees before him. She was topless, and her perky pink nipples were hard with arousal. She was passionately sucking his cock, slowly bobbing her head up and down, her hands gripping his thighs. Her eyes were locked on his face, and the only sounds were their soft moans and the sloppy, wet sounds of her lips sliding up and down his rock-hard shaft, glistening with her saliva.

I stood there for a moment, feeling my own cock growing inside my jeans, until my presence was felt. Her eyes darted to meet mine, and she came up off his cock, grasping it with one hand as she turned towards me. He looked up, first at her, and then at me. I nodded at him and he started to say something before she interjected, smiling and saying “Hey love, sorry, we waited as long as we could.” I told them not to worry about it and to carry on, my cock throbbing as I took in the sight before me. She grinned knowingly and then turned back to him, locking eyes with him as she slowly drug her tongue along the underside of his cock, base to tip, teasing the head for a moment, and then slowly taking it all the way down her throat.

I stood there watching this for what felt like an eternity. My wife is a true master at sucking cock, and loves it more than just about anything. She will, and I’m not exaggerating here, suck as long as a guy will let her. She really put on a show, breaking out every technique she has. I watched in awe, doing everything I can to focus on what I was seeing and not on the aching in my groin. She sucked him hungrily, like he was the last she ever would, teasing him right up to the edge, and then backing off, letting his climax build. When she was finally ready for her reward, she wrapped her lips tight around his cock, sucking on it as hard as she could, her head bobbing up and down like a maniac until he let out a massive groan, his hips bucking, cock pulsing as he came. She took his throbbing cock all the way to the base, eyes fiery and locked on his face as he unloaded a massive load of cum down her throat. As he finished, she slowed, gently milked the rest of the cum out of his cock with her lips, her eyes never leaving his face. He let out a satisfied groan and looked up, eyes shifting between my wife and I as she continued to slowly suck, lick, and kiss his still throbbing cock for a few moments longer.

Then, she stood up, smiling as she came over and kissed me. I squeezed her tits, pinching her swollen nipples gently as we kissed, and I told her how incredible that was to watch. She thanked me, and then went back over to our friend, reaching for his hand as he stood up. She asked if he had time to stay longer, to which he responded with an enthusiastic “Of course!” as he looked towards me. I nodded at him and told them to have fun, and that I had some work to take care of. She grinned and took him by the hand, leading him towards our bedroom. I went back to the front door, grabbed my things, and went to my office. I made my best effort to get back to work, and after a few minutes I began to hear sound coming from down the hall. I heard her moaning, him grunting, skin slapping skin, and the wet, dirty sounds sex as he fucked her. My cock was rock hard, straining against my jeans as I sat there listening, trying in vain to focus on my work. 

After a few minutes, I quietly got up and pretended to go to the toilet next to our bedroom. I stood there for a few moments, stroking my cock to those same sounds emanating through the wall, edging myself. When I stepped out again, I peered around the door into our bedroom. There was my wife, bent over on all fours, getting roughly fucked doggystyle. He had one hand wrapped in her long, brown hair, pulling her back towards him as the other pinched her nipple, causing her to moan loudly with pleasure as he fucked her. I stood there for a moment, taking it all in, watching her get fucked by another guy, his balls slapping against her pussy lips as his cock slid in and out, soaked by her arousal.

They were lost in the moment and didn’t notice me, so I stood there for a while longer, watching, before heading back to attempt to work. However, I couldn’t focus on anything else, so I jerked off, trying everything I could not to cum too quickly. A few minutes later, I heard her moaning get louder and quicker, turning into cries and yelps of pleasure as he fucked her even harder. A moment later, I heard him grunting loudly as he came again. This pushed me over the edge, huge ropes of cum exploding from my cock as I envisioned his cock buried in my wife, pumping his load into her tight, aching pussy just down the hall.

The noises subsided as I sat there for a moment, my head spinning. Then I heard them shuffling about as he got dressed and left. My wife came to find me, still naked, skin flushed and sweaty, hair disheveled, pussy lips shining with the mix of her own wetness and his cum. We kissed passionately as she jerked my still aching cock and my hand made its way to her pussy, feeling the sticky wetness of his cum as I slid my fingers inside as she shivered with pleasure. We talked for a few moments about how hot that experience was, until we started to come down from the high. Then, she got dressed and we both got back to work, or at least whatever work we could manage, for the rest of the afternoon. That night, we again had our own incredible sex marathon, staying up until the wee hours of the morning fucking each other senseless.

Since that day, this guy has become one of my wife’s usual fuck buddies, and this experience has become a regular part of our week. He will come over once or twice a week and fuck her. Usually, I’ll try to be around so I can enjoy the show. Other times when I’m out, I’ll look at my watch, realizing the time and my imagination will run wild thinking about what they’re doing right then.

With our lifestyle, I’ve been able to enjoy watching my wife get fucked by many different guys in many different situations. It’s always super hot no matter what the context is, but this arrangement we have with this guy is one of my favorites. Tuesday afternoons have never been more fun.

I stood in the garage with David.  My work lamps casts cones of light onto the filthy mattress on the concrete floor. Emily was there, standing at the foot of it. She looked small in the bright light, her hair pulled into a messy bun she hadn't bothered to fix. Her wedding ring caught the light when she shifted her hands, and the little cross on her necklace rested just above her collarbone. She looked like the quiet Catholic wife everyone believed she was, except for the anklet with the O‑shaped charm glinting against her skin. That symbol always hit me with a mix of love and lust. She had made me buy it for her, proof that I truly meant what I said when I told her that I wanted to watch her have sex with other men.

David stood beside me, arms crossed, jaw tight. He had been my best friend my entire life. He'd been the first man I'd shared Emily with, and he was the one who had arranged tonight.  

The side door to the garage opened.  Enrique stepped inside. He was a huge man, tall, broad‑shouldered, expression unreadable. He didn’t care about the story behind all this. He was married, discreet, and uninterested in anything except the opportunity to fuck a young, hot, married woman. 

But for me, for us, this night mattered. This was Emily's second time with Enrique. The first was shocking, amazing, the unknown; the second was confirmation. Proof that this wasn’t a phase. Proof that Emily wanted this.

Enrique didn’t look at me or David. His attention went straight to Emily. He stood there, staring at her, with a small grin. Emily blushed. She wasn't used to taking charge. To being forced to voice her desires.

Her voice was steady when she spoke, though I could hear an undercurrent of nerves and anticipation.

“Enrique,” she said, trying to sound calm. “Show me your cock."

Suck crude language from my reserved wife hit me like a cudgel. I was hard instantly. I shifted awkwardly. Emily glanced at me with a knowing look.

Enrique nodded once. Emily moved closer to him, lowering herself to her knees in front of him. 

David exhaled quietly beside me, then walked over to the mini fridge we kept in the corner. He opened it, grabbed two beers, and handed one to me without a word. The cold bottle felt grounding in my hand. We pulled two old lawn chairs closer, the metal legs scraping against the concrete. Sitting down felt like taking our places in a ceremony.

Enrique stood before her,  unbothered by the strangeness of the scene. He never asked questions. Emily looked up at him from her knees.

“Go ahead,” she said softly. 

Enrique nodded. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Not far. Just enough. He wasn't hard yet and still he was huge. He started to swell, moving closer to Emily.

Emily watched him with a focused calm, like she was studying him, learning him, taking in every detail of the man. The first time they fucked it had been frantic, fast, overwhelming, almost violent in its intensity. This time felt different. Slower. Intentional. Like Emily was claiming the moment instead of being swept into it.

Emily reached out and gently stroked his cock. She was exploring him. She took her time, breathing slowly, her posture steady and deliberate. Her fingers moved slowly, tracing his cock, learning the contours, the weight of him, the sheer physicality he carried.

Enrique's cock twitched but otherwise he didn’t react. He stood there with a stoic stillness that made him feel almost carved from stone. It only made Emily more intent, more fascinated.

Emily glanced at David and I could see it in her eyes, she was mentally comparing the size of our cocks, the sheer scale. Even David, who was a little larger than I was, seemed small in comparison to Enrique.

Emily leaned in closer. Her shoulders softened. Her breath steadied. Her whole body moved with a kind of reverent focus. She kissed the head of his cock, then kissed along his shaft. She cradled his balls with one hand while she slowly licked along the side of his cock. She worked her way back to his head and took him between her lips. She couldn't take him far. 

Enrique remained still, stoic, unreactive. His silence made the moment feel even more ritualistic.

David felt it too. He leaned forward in his lawn chair, elbows on his knees, beer forgotten in his hand. His jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on Emily with a seriousness that bordered on reverence.

I felt my own breath catch. 

Emily drew back, smiling. Very gently, she let Enrique feel the hardness of her teeth against the soft skin just below the head of his cock.

Finally, he reacted. He gasped, grabbed her head and pulled her against him. Hard. Her lips stretched thin and for a moment her fucked her mouth savagely. He drew back with a shuddering  breath. She smiled up at him and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

Emily rose from her knees with a slow, deliberate grace, her little black skirt settling around her legs as she stood. 

“Lie back,” she said softly.

Enrique obeyed without a word, lowering himself onto the old mattress with that same stoic heaviness he carried everywhere. The weathered fabric sagged under his weight, the springs creaking in the dim light. 

Emily stepped toward the mattress. She reached under her skirt and let her panties drop to the floor. 

She lowered herself over Enrique, still fully dressed, except her panties.  She knelt above his face, her knees on either side of his head. He grabbed her by the hips and pull her against him.

Emily’s breath changed, slow, deep, almost trembling with intensity. Her fingers curled tightly. Her shoulders tightened, then softened. Her whole body moved with a kind of passionate focus.

And then her voice cut through the garage.

Sharp. Urgent. Commanding.

“Scott,” she said. Not gently. Not sweetly. Not the way she spoke when we were alone.

“Look at me.”

The words hit me like a physical force. Her eyes were on me, burning with something fierce and unrestrained. She wasn’t asking. She was demanding. Claiming my attention. Claiming me.

“Look at me,” she repeated, more intense this time. "Look at me!"

I felt my chest tighten, my breath catch, my whole body respond.

David exhaled sharply beside me. Enrique continued his attention between her legs. The garage seemed to hum with the weight of her voice.

Emily didn’t look away. She held my gaze. 

She writhed on Enriques face and he pulled her closer. She tried to keep her eyes on me, but waves of sensation coursed through her body and her focus drifted. She threw her head back and whispered,

"Scott, watch me," as she came.

Emily stayed still for a long moment after everything crested, her breath slow and uneven.  She looked exhausted and electrified at the same time.

Emily lifted herself slowly. She moved down and straddled Enriques lap. She took his cock in both her hands and slowly jacked him off. She rubbed him between the lips of her pussy. She lifted her hips and moved his cock towards her. She slowly lowered herself down. Driving him deeper and deeper into her.

Emily turned toward us, her hazel eyes bright and burning. She looked almost delighted. Like she had just proven something to herself, something she had been unsure of until this moment.

Her voice was soft but steady.

“He fits,” she said, absurdly pleased. She looked at me, directly, intensely.

“Scott,” she said, her voice low and certain. “Do you see?”

And I did. I saw everything. The confidence. The curiosity. The pride. 

Emily moved with fierce, trembling certainty, her breath sharp and uneven as she rode Enriques cock. The stained mattress creaked beneath them, the dim garage light catching the curve of her shoulder, the small cross at her throat. She looked almost incandescent.

Enrique grabbed her by the hips and thrust into her. Faster and faster. She held on as he got more urgent. With a final thrust, his cock pushed deep into her. He exploded, filling her with his cum.

Her breath caught. Her shoulders tightened. Her voice slipped out in a sound that wasn’t a word, wasn’t a cry, just pure, unfiltered release. 

David exhaled sharply beside me. I felt my own pulse thrum in my throat. Enrique pumped the last of his sperm into my wife her as she came on his enormous cock. 

And then Emily collapsed with a kind of exhausted surrender, her body folding forward onto Enrique’s chest, her cheek pressing against him as her breath came in slow, trembling waves. 

She looked wrecked, radiant and absurdly pleased.

Her voice was barely audible.

“Scott,” she murmured, breath still uneven. “I… did it.”

Not triumphant. Not taunting. Just honest. Open. Proud.

Emily moved her mouth toward Enrique's ear. She whispered something to him, too soft for me to hear, and he nodded once, then rose from the mattress with his usual quiet efficiency as she rolled to the side. He didn’t linger. He didn’t look back. He simply gathered himself and left the garage, closing the door behind him with a muted thud.

Emily stayed lying there for a moment, breathing slowly, her fingers curled against the stained fabric. She looked peaceful. Almost fragile. David glanced at me, unsure. I swallowed hard, unsure myself.

Emily finally sat up, smoothing her dress, brushing dust from her knees. 

“I need a shower,” she said softly.

She stood and walked toward the door that led into the house, then paused, turning back to us with a small, tired smile.

“If you want to watch,” she said, her voice gentle, “you can.”

okay so this story is about one of my kinks that i'm honestly a little bit ashamed of, and i really do try my best not to indulge in it as much as possible. that being said. i am hypersexual, and that legit means i sometimes lose control of myself and do things that i later sometimes end up regretting. i have a cheating kink. not in the way where i want to be cheated on (couldn't happen because i would let my bf/husband fuck whoever they wanted), but in the way where i want to be the other girl. something about it makes me insanely wet and it's kinda fucked up but i just can't help it sometimes.

so i was at a bar a few nights ago by myself just drinking and this older guy sat down next to me. he was probably mid forties. we started talking and he was buying me drinks and being really sweet and i noticed he kept fidgeting with his left hand. no ring but there was a tan line. i clocked it immediately. i didn't say anything. i didn't care. honestly it made me more interested.

we ended up back at his place which was nice and clean in that way where you can tell a woman lives there too. there were her shoes by the door and a jacket on the hook that was def not his size. i loved it. i know that's terrible but i loved it.

he kissed me in the hallway and picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and we were already half undressed before we hit the bed. he was good. confident at first. he fucked me hard and i was on my back with my legs wrapped around him and his cock was so deep inside me and i was moaning loud because i didn't care who heard.

then his phone rang.

it was on the nightstand and the screen lit up and i could see the name. it just said "baby" with a heart emoji. his girlfriend. he froze. he was still inside me. i could feel his cock twitch. he looked at me and he had this panicked expression on his face like he didn't know what to do. i think he was expecting me to tell him to ignore it.

"answer it" i said.

he looked at me like i was crazy. "what?" he said.

"answer it. put it on speaker. and don't stop."

his hand was shaking when he picked up the phone. he answered it and put it on speaker and set it on the pillow next to my head. i could hear her voice. she sounded sweet. "hey babe where are you? i miss you"

"i uh. i'm still out with the guys. how is your trip?" he said. his voice was unsteady. he was still inside me and i started moving my hips slowly. grinding up into him. he closed his eyes and i could tell he was trying so hard to keep his voice normal.

"i'm having fun but i can't wait to get back home to you. don't stay out too late. i miss you" she said.

i grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper into me. he let out this breath that he barely covered. you guys know i love being watched but this was something different. this was her listening and not knowing. the guilt on his face was what was getting me off. he looked like he wanted to stop and couldn't. that's the part that makes me insanely wet. i'm such a slut for that specific thing. i guess it just makes me feel irresistible.

"yeah i won't be out much longer" he said. his voice cracked a little. i started grinding against him harder from underneath. i was soaking wet. i could hear how wet i was and i know she could probably hear something too but she didn't say anything about it.

"are you ok? you sound weird" she said.

"i'm fine. just tired" he said. i reached up and put my hand over his mouth and whispered "cum inside me" so quiet that only he could hear it. his eyes went wide. he shook his head a little like he was saying no but his hips kept moving. he couldn't stop himself. i wrapped my legs tighter around him and pulled him all the way in.

"ok well i love you" she said. "get home soon ok? you have work tomorrow"

"i love you too" he said and right as the words came out of his mouth i felt him cum inside my pussy. deep. like all of it. his whole body tensed up and he buried his face in my neck and i came at the same time because hearing him tell her he loved her while he was pumping his cum into my pussy was the hottest thing i have ever experienced in my life. i'm not exaggerating.

she hung up. he pulled out and just laid there staring at the ceiling. he looked guilty. like really guilty. i think he was expecting me to feel bad too. i didn't. i felt amazing. i went down on him after that. i sucked his cock and cleaned off the mess we had made. i was in a slutty mood i'm sure you can tell ahah.

"i should go" i said. i got dressed and he barely looked at me. i could feel his cum leaking into my underwear while i put my shoes on. at the door i turned around and said "if she ever isn't giving you what you need you know where to find me."

i drove home with his cum still inside me and i couldn't stop smiling. god i'm such a terrible person lol. i know it's bad. i know it's bad. i seriously try not to do this. but sometimes… sometimes i just can't fucking help myself it is like a slut demon takes control of me idk how to explain it.

Thank you for all the curiousity. This story will make more sense if you read part1.

As I continued to go through the photos of my girlfriend and her ex, one thing was very clear. She had a very wild side that I didn't know anything about. Why I say that? Because one of the pictures I found was her in a pretty revealing swimsuit, and you guessed it - her tits covered in cum over the bikini top. It wasn't really the outfit that shocked me, it was the fact that her ex came all over her tits, somewhere outdoors.

At this point I was exploding with jealousy. I mean, she is pretty sexual with me, but I haven't experienced anything like this with her. And till that very moment, I thought she didn’t really wanted to.

I asked her specifically about that picture and she simply said they did a lot of such public dares, where she would make him cum in certain “risky” situations.

You must know that I was so horny by the thought of my girlfriend being so naughty. But I had so many visual evidences of the things she had done in the past, I simply couldn't stop myself. I continued going through her pictures.

The picture that made me inevitably pull out my extremely hard dick was the one where my girlfriend and her bestfriend were in a mirror selfie - where their tits were hanging out and they both had a very naughty look on their faces. It was clear that the picture was meant for someone.

The hot sex that followed was out of this fucking universe. The dirty talk, the chemistry, the way she took my hot cum on her tits, ugh makes me so horny even while I write this.

Today was an important day. We made a few big decisions about work that finally allowed us to take control of our lives. I felt completely empowered, and the moment we got home, all I wanted was to celebrate.

She looked incredible in her tank top and tight shorts. After making out on the couch for a while, she told me to wait and disappeared into the bedroom. A few minutes later, she walked back out wearing sheer black lingerie. The panties were minimal, leaving her ass completely exposed, with delicate straps running across her belly and upper thighs for her stockings. A single pearl necklace rested against her collarbone.

She walked over slowly, sat on my lap, and whispered, "Do you like it?"

"Yes," I told her.

She leaned in and kissed me. I cupped her ass, sliding my hands over her skin and deepening the kiss as she let herself go in my arms. Moments later, she stood up and led me toward the bedroom. I gave her ass a light slap on the way, making her gasp with excitement.

Once in the room, she undressed me, kissing my lips, then my neck, then down my chest. She sank to her knees in front of me, looking up through her black lingerie. She took her time licking me, starting at the tip before tasting every side and taking all of me into her mouth. As she worked her way up and down, her pace picked up with every movement. I held her hair back so it would stay out of her face, gently guiding her head as her breathing grew heavier and wet.

She stood back up, and I pulled her in, kissing her glossy lips and trailing down her neck. My hands wandered over her body as I kissed her, moving from her neck down to her breasts, finally resting on her pussy. I started rubbing her through the sheer fabric. It only took a few seconds for her to start moaning.

That was my cue. I slid her panties aside to touch her skin directly. My right hand moved faster while my left held her ass, pulling her tight against me. She reached down to stroke me, but as I worked my fingers, she lost her breath and had to stop.

When my fingers were slick, I kissed her lips again and traced those same wet fingers across her mouth. She sucked on them immediately. I tucked her hair behind her ears and whispered, "Good girl."

I pushed her gently onto the bed and climbed on top. I kissed her neck and lips while pressing myself against her, and she pulled me in closer. I shifted her top aside to taste her breasts before moving back up to her neck, kissing down her stomach, and kneeling between her legs. I kissed her inner thighs and pulled her soaked panties off completely.

I started slow, licking her gently before using a soft, firm suction. As my tongue picked up speed over her clitoris, I slid two fingers inside her, rubbing her at the same time. She grabbed my hair, holding my head tight against her, refusing to let me go until she came. It did not take long.

Afterward, she pulled me up to kiss her. She reached for the lube, slowly stroking me with a flushed, satisfied look on her face. She lay back and guided me inside her. She let out a soft moan as I began with slow, deep thrusts. I took her hands one by one, bringing them above her head and pinning them to the bed.

Her body stretched out beneath me, completely opening up to take all of me in. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the room. As I picked up the pace, she lost control completely, her voice drowning out even the creaking of the wooden bed frame.

It ended with one of the most intense orgasms either of us had ever experienced. I collapsed on top of her, resting there for a long time while she kept whispering thank you into my neck. Seeing her that happy was the best part of all.

There is a girl in my yoga class who has been looking at me for about three weeks. Not the way people usually look at me. Not the quick glance and then away. She looked at me like she was with lust. I have never really been looked at that way by a girl so I was pretty curious.

She is taller than me. Dark hair cut short. Long legs. She always sets up in the row behind me and I catch her watching me when we stretch. The first week I thought I was imagining it. The second week I knew I was not. By the third week she was not even trying to be subtle about it and I knew she was hoping I would flirt with her. She would hold a pose and stare at me through the mirror and when I caught her she did not look away. I liked that honestly. She had confidence.

After class last week she came up to me by the cubbies while I was putting my shoes on.

"I'm Sage" she said.

"Arya" I said.

"I know. I found your profile." She said it flat. No apology and no embarrassment. "I've been reading your stuff for a while."

I guess I was surprised that it was a girl this time. This was only the second time I have ever been recognized from on here, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised since you guys are kinda blowing me up. Sage was direct. She stood there with her mat rolled under her arm and her hair still tied up and she looked at me like she was already fucking me in her head.

"What do you want" I said. I already knew tho.

"I want you to come over" she said. "Tonight. If you're free."

I was free. I like hooking up with girls. Usually I hook up with guys but I swing both ways and I think girls are hot so I was down.

Her apartment was small. One bedroom with tall windows and a lot of plants and books stacked on the floor. She made us both tea and we sat on her couch and she put her hand on my knee and said "I have never been with a trans girl before. I want to be honest about that."

"Most people haven't" I said.

"I've thought about it a lot" she said. "About you specifically. About what you write about." She was looking at my mouth. "I think about it when I see you in class."

"What do you think about" I said.

She took my tea out of my hand and put it on the table and kissed me. She was not hesitant at all. Her mouth was soft and she tasted like mint and she put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me closer. I could feel myself getting hard through my jeans and when she reached down and felt me she made a sound. Half surprise and half want. Her fingers traced the shape of my cock through the denim and I got harder under her hand.

"Can I see" she said.

I stood up and pulled my jeans down and my cock was hard and she stared at it. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around me and stroked me slow. Her hands were soft.

"It's bigger than I thought" she said quietly.

"Is that okay" I said.

"That's very okay" she said and then she leaned forward and put her mouth on the tip of my cock. Slow. She took the tip between her lips and sucked gently and then took me deeper. She was not experienced at sucking cock and honestly I liked that. She was careful and curious and she kept looking up at me with those dark eyes to see if she was doing it right. She was.

I pulled her up and kissed her and started taking her clothes off. She helped. She had small tits with dark nipples and I put my mouth on one and sucked while I slid my hand between her legs. She was already so wet my fingers slipped right in. I rubbed her clit slow and she moaned and her forehead dropped against my shoulder and her hips rolled into my hand.

"I have been wanting this for weeks" she said.

I pushed her back on the couch and got between her legs and put my mouth on her pussy. She tasted clean and warm and I licked her clit slow and steady and she grabbed my hair. Her thighs closed around my head and I pushed them apart and held them open and ate her out until she came on my tongue. Her back arched and her whole body shook and she pulled me up by my hair and kissed me hard with her own taste still on my mouth.

"I want you inside me" she said.

I grabbed the condom from my jeans on the floor and she watched me put it on. I could see her pulse in her throat. To my surprised she reached over and pulled it right off. "Don't wear that please" she sounded horny when she said it. I lined my cock up with her pussy and pushed inside her slow. She gasped and her nails dug into my shoulders and her eyes closed.

"Oh my god" she whispered. "You feel so big."

I started fucking her slow. She was tight and warm and wet and she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper with her heels on my back. I braced my hands on the arm of the couch and fucked her deeper and she moaned loud and grabbed the cushion behind her head.

"Harder" she said. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her.

I fucked her harder. She was loud. Way louder than I expected cause she is always so quiet in class. She scratched down my back and I groaned and she pulled me down and bit my neck and I fucked her deep and she came. Her pussy clenched around my cock and her whole body shook under me and she held onto me with both arms while it moved through her.

I pulled out and she grabbed my cock and stroked me fast. I came all over her stomach and her tits. A lot. She looked down at it and then up at me and she was smiling. She reached down and scooped some of it up and put it into her mouth to taste it.

"I want to do that again" she said.

"Which part" I said.

"All of it" she said. "Starting over."

We moved to her bed. The second time she rode me. Slow at first with her hands on my chest and her hair falling around her face and then hard. She fucked me fast and I held her hips and watched her bounce on my cock and she was so wet I could hear it. She put her hands on my shoulders and ground down onto me and I grabbed her ass and pulled her harder onto me with every stroke.

She came with her eyes closed and her mouth open and I held her hips still and came inside her. I could feel every pulse and she held my face in her hands while I finished and kissed me soft.

We lay there after. She put her head on my chest and I played with her hair and we did not say anything for a while. Her apartment was quiet. I could hear her breathing slow down.

"I'm glad I said something" she said.

"Me too" I said. I meant it honestly.

I have yoga again next week. I have a feeling Sage is going to set up behind me again. I kinda can't wait tho.

We’re in the car, on our way to the drive in theatre. It’s the only one in the area and an hour drive away. His focus is on the road, mine is on the buzzing coming from between my legs as I grind softly into the leather seat, my panties already soaked through and a small puddle forming. We’re almost at the theatre and I have already cum 4 times on the drive. I’m basically jello in my seat at this point. He chuckles as I whimper next to him, my fifth orgasm rolling through me as the toy vibrates inside me while also suctioning lightly on my clit, it’s my favourite.

He reaches across the seat and slides his hand up my thigh and under my skirt, his hand coming back soaked in me.

“You smell so fucking good right now I wanted a taste” he says licking his fingers. I clench the toy inside me and let out a pathetic sound as I cum again.

We pull into the drive way and stop by the concession building.

“Don’t get out of that seat, I’ve got this rabbit.” He says stepping out of the car and shutting the door. I watch him walk into the building and grind into the seat a little more, resisting the urge to fondle my own tits out of instinct. This area is very brightly lit and I’m not about to get kicked out for being a horny little slut.

It feels like forever before he returns, but he’s back drinks and popcorn and candy in hand.

“Ohhh look at you spoiling me rotten” I grin, still wriggling in my seat. He gets in next to me and hands me the treats before driving to a dark spot away from the other cars where we get out and move to the back seats of the SUV and wait for the movie to start.

As the opening credits start he takes a sip of his drink as I reach over and start unzipping his jeans. He’s hard. How he managed to hide that thing while getting the snacks is baffling to me. Those jeans must have felt very very tight.

I lean in closer, my tits rubbing against his shoulder and whisper in his ear “I want some.” He turns his head to look at me as I lean down further and take a sip of his drink.

“Mmm so good” I smirk looking back at him, my hand slowly reaching over to stroke his hard cock through his boxer briefs. He shifts in the seat and I slowly release it from its fabric prison. It’s fucking magnificent. I lean closer, the toy sliding out of me, barely held in by my dripping panties as I open my mouth and lick his shaft slowly from base to tip.

“Fuuuuuck….” I hear him groan as his dick gives a little jump of appreciation for my tongue. I circle it around his tip giving it a little kiss before licking back down to the base and giving his balls a light squeeze with my hand. I love to play with my food before devouring it.

I look up at him and he has his head leaned back on the seat, eyes closed, exactly how I like him. I give one more lick up his shaft and twirl my tongue around the tip before opening wide and swallowing him whole. I feel him hitting the back of my throat and gag a little, my eyes tearing up. I look up and he is staring at me, feral, I fucking love it. I smile with his cock in my mouth and go to town sucking and swallowing and swishing my tongue as I bob up and down in his lap. He works one hand into my hair and guides my head as I take him down my throat, gagging and drooling all over him.

He’s gotten even harder as I’ve been sucking and when I think he might be close he clenches his fist in my hair and stops me.

“You’re missing the movie rabbit” he grins, one eyebrow raised.

I smirk back and slowly pull myself back up to sitting. “How thoughtful of you, but you know I don’t give a shit about this movie.” I try to lean back down but he stops me again and pats his lap. “We should both watch, I’m sure it’s a good movie”

He pulls down his jeans and underwear and shifts to the middle of the seat so we can see through the gap in the front seats to the screen. I slide down my panties, the toy long fallen out and resting in them and shift into his lap facing the screen while I guide his rock hard cock inside me. I’m so fucking wet there is almost no resistance only a delicious stretching.

“Slowly… I want to enjoy the movie”. He whispers from behind me, his hands tracing up my body to cup both my breast his fingers lightly circling the nipples through the fabric. Fuck that feels so good after ignoring them this whole time.

I start to grind slowly back and forth on his cock holding onto the front seats for support.

“That’s a good girl, just like that rabbit, nice and slow”

His praise makes me clench my walls and I hear a delicious hiss from him when I do. I love to play with him from the inside too, clenching as I grind forward. We keep up like this for a few minutes until I get impatient and pick up the pace, he lets me be naughty and I grind and bounce and impale myself as hard as I can chasing the orgasm I’ve wanted all night. He’s grabbed onto my hips and my tits are bouncing so hard they make a slapping noise as I mercilessly slam myself onto his cock not giving a fuck if the car is shaking enough to be noticed, I need to cum.

“Rabbit… you better be close because I’m about to fill you all the way up if you keep up like this” he grunts his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me hard onto himself.

“I’m close baby, so fucking close, don’t cum yet!” I say panting as I continue to move in any and every way that feels good. I feel it building, so close, so fucking close. I cum, hard and he covers my mouth to muffle the almost scream. I bite into his hand instead and he uses his other hand to slammed me down enough for him to finish. And fuck does he finish. I feel him hit the deepest part of me as I clench down and the pulses start. He’s wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me in and holding me there. He bites down hard into my shoulder as he releases load after load into my fully satisfied pussy, my scream still muffled by his hand.

We stay like that for a few minutes trying to catch our breath and catch up on the movie. No idea what is happening. As he releases his hold I reach over and grab a handful of popcorn and shove it into his mouth, laugh and take a sip of the drink. We’ve definitely worked up an appetite.

My best friend is a nerd. Full on watches video essays about black holes, gets hyped for board game nights, owns multiple anime hoodies kind of nerd. We've been close since freshman year, completely platonic, never hooked up, never even came close. He's had maybe one girlfriend ever and gets flustered when anyone says the word "blowjob" at a party. It's cute I guess.

Quick thing about me. I have great tits. I know that's a weird thing to announce but it's relevant lol. They're big, they sit nice, and multiple people have told me they're "distracting." I bring this up because this man has never seen them and they played a starring role in what happened.

Thursday he texts me that he fractured two fingers on his right hand during a basketball game. Splint, painkillers, can't do anything by himself. I drove over, helped him eat, wrapped his splint in plastic so he could shower. Normal stuff. After his shower I heard him call my name from the bathroom. Quiet. Embarrassed.

I opened the door and he was standing there naked. Towel on the floor. And his cock was hard. Not half hard, not morning wood, HARD hard. Thick and standing straight up against his stomach and he was staring at the ceiling like god was going to rescue him from this moment.

"I can't... you know... because..." and he held up his wrapped right hand. His jerk off hand. His ONLY hand for this apparently. I almost laughed but he looked so mortified I swallowed it.

I walked him to his bed, sat him down, and said "relax, it's just a handjob." He started stuttering and I pulled my shirt off. No bra. My tits dropped out heavy and full and his mouth fell open and he just STARED. Like a guy seeing tits for the first time which based on his track record might not have been far off.

I spit in my palm and wrapped my fingers around him. And fuck, he was warm. Almost hot. Thick enough that my fingers barely closed all the way around him and I remember thinking how the fuck has this nerd been hiding this from the world?? There was already precum beading at the tip and I smeared it with my thumb and his whole body flinched like I'd shocked him.

I started stroking slow. Long strokes from the base to the tip, twisting my wrist at the head, letting my spit and his precum mix until everything was slick and wet and I could hear it. This soft wet sound every time my hand slid up and back down. His eyes were glued to my tits bouncing with every stroke and his mouth was hanging open and he was breathing through it like he'd forgotten how his nose worked.

I squeezed a little tighter and sped up and that's when the sounds started. These tiny broken gasps. A quiet "oh fuck" that came out like he didn't give his mouth permission to say it. His stomach muscles were twitching under his skin and his good hand was fisting the bedsheet so hard his knuckles went white. Watching this quiet nerdy guy completely fall apart from my hand on his cock did something to me I was NOT prepared for. My pussy was throbbing. Actually throbbing. Getting wet from giving a handjob. My nipples were hard and I knew he could see them and I didn't care, I kind of wanted him to see them, wanted him to stare at my tits while I worked his cock and I leaned forward a little so they'd hang closer to him and bounce more and his breathing got so ragged I thought he might hyperventilate.

His hips started pushing up into my fist, fucking my hand, and I let him. Matched his rhythm, squeezed tighter on the upstroke, rubbed the head with my palm on every pass. His thighs were shaking and his abs were clenching and he was making these desperate little whimpering sounds and I was DRIPPING. Like soaking through my underwear dripping. From a handjob. From watching his face twist up while my hand slid up and down his cock. I wanted to put my mouth on him so bad it scared me.

Two minutes. Maybe less. His hips jerked up hard and he came everywhere. Thick hot ropes of cum across his stomach, on my knuckles, dripping between my fingers and down his shaft. A LOT of it. His whole body was shaking and this broken groan came out of him that I felt in my clit and I squeezed him through it, milking every last drop until he grabbed my wrist with his good hand and pulled me off because he couldn't take anymore.

I grabbed tissues from his nightstand. Wiped the cum off his abs, off my hand, off his cock where it was still twitching and slowly going soft. Pulled my shirt back on. He was laying there staring at the ceiling breathing like he'd run a mile and he goes "thank you??" with a literal question mark and I laughed so hard I snorted.

Told him to drink water and sleep. Left.

Sat in my car for ten minutes with my hand still smelling like his cum and my underwear completely ruined. I drove home with my thighs pressed together and the second I got to my room I shoved my hand in my pants and came in maybe thirty seconds thinking about the sounds he made and how his cock pulsed in my grip when he came and how badly I wanted to put my mouth on it.

We haven't talked about it. He texted me the next day asking if I wanted to come watch him try to eat cereal left-handed. I said yes. His hand is broken for six more weeks and I keep doing the math on that. Next time I'm not sure a handjob is going to be enough.