I’m not even sure what I was looking for when I placed the ad. Some physical contact, a new experience. An awkward encounter with a similarly clueless man, eager to put his hands on another. Presumably someone older than me, jaded by an inability to find the sex of his dreams (or his porn habits) instead turning to the easy option — a doppelgänger who would play with his penis for fun. The ad read ‘wanted — shower wank’ and was non-specific beyond that. Hot water + soap + nudity = mutual pleasure. As far as bait goes, there was barely anything on the hook. But somehow, it turned into my first threesome, and the best sex of my life. The first threesome I ever had fell into place in a way that felt almost surreal. The setup was like a porn film with a plot that stretched believability. Once placing the ad, a stream of responses trickled in. A couple were overly aggressive ‘let me fuck you in the ass’, ‘drain my cock’ and not worthy of reply. But then, one response stood out. A man reached out, interested — but with a twist. He very casually dropped in that he wanted to involve his girlfriend. And, as an afterthought, he asked if I’d be okay with him wearing women’s underwear. I found the request oddly endearing, although my overwhelming assumption was that he wasn’t genuine, that this was a bot or a scam, or just someone wasting time. Nowhere in his response did he even mention the scenario I was proposing, which included two men soaping each other up in the shower. He admitted it would be his first time with a man, that he was nervous. I reassured him it was fine, and that I was in a similar boat. I could talk a big game via messages but was similarly inexperienced, unsure exactly what I liked or disliked, apart from taking my clothes off and letting curiosity spark inside me. The idea of being with an inexperienced man while his girlfriend watched — or even joined in — was intoxicating in a way I hadn’t expected, mostly because of the impossibility of it all. I guess this is how people fall for scams and catfishing, I told myself. As I drove toward the hotel, my excitement continually tempered with skepticism. Was this real? Would I show up and find no one there, or worse, some kind of elaborate joke? But I was a single man, with no prospects other than those in my head. I was ripe to be played and taken advantage of, but felt I ultimately had nothing to lose. I got lost twice, circling unfamiliar streets, my mind buzzing with doubts. I fulfilled the one request of me on the way — I picked up some lube from the supermarket. An odd request, given I had specified my lack of interest in anal sex of any kind. But I figured it could have a myriad of purposes, or perhaps be an obscure test of how genuine I was. Finally, I arrived. The door opened almost immediately, and there she was — his girlfriend. And she was stunning. The kind of woman who, at a glance, I’d assume wouldn’t give me the time of day. Long legs, toned body, soft curves, full lips that curled into a knowing smirk as she looked me up and down. Her hair was bleached blonde with a full five centimetres of darker regrowth, a look I had always loved. It read like a stylish choice, not a lack of care. She was confident and polite and effortlessly sexy. I kept looking for the catch, the ‘gotcha’ moment. “You found the place,” she said, and added “you’re cute”, while stepping aside to let me in. Her confidence was magnetic, effortlessly drawing me in. I stepped inside, an expansive and comfortable hotel room with a balcony overlooking the beach. The perfect place for a couple to escape reality to live out some fantasies. I wondered if perhaps they were from interstate, or what might possibly allow them such freedom to mutually arrange this visit. The space was simple but inviting — soft lighting, a long stone island bench top, some beers and a bottle of Coca Cola, with a bottle of wine open on the table. The boyfriend lurked on the other side of the bench, barely acknowledging me. He was hunched over and wearing a thin black hoodie, cradling what looked like a bourbon and coke. My assumption was a case of overwhelming nerves, and I didn’t really blame him. I went into autopilot, forgetting how otherworldly this was and slipping into my part. I accepted an offer of a drink, and we talked logistics. Condoms? Yes. Anal sex? No thanks. Play it by ear? Sure. I was still waiting for him to find his voice, for her to take a back seat. To my surprise, she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom, without speaking a word. She closed the door behind her, maintaining her light grip on my hand. “He’s still getting himself together,” she said, turning to face me. “A little nervous. But he’ll join us when he’s ready.” I swallowed, the reality of the situation settling in. Was this really happening? It felt entirely too good to be true. Before I could process it fully, she stepped in closer, her body brushing against mine, her scent — something warm and sweet — filling my senses. She placed her mouth on mine and kissed me, slowly and confidently. I kissed her back as best as I could from my frozen, semi-confused state. Before I could make any move, or even rest my hands on her body, she stepped back and gripped the hem of her sundress, lifting it up and over her head in one fluid motion. No hesitation, no shyness. Just pure, unfiltered confidence. Underneath, she was wearing nothing but a black lace thong and bra. My breath caught as I took her in, my eyes tracing the curves of her body, the smoothness of her skin. She smirked at my reaction, then reached for the front of my shirt, pulling it up over my head before working on my belt, my jeans. My hands found her waist, then slid down to grasp her ass, firm and perfect under my palms. Things were moving so fast I became determined to show some agency, some confidence of my own. She sank to her knees, her fingers curling around the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, agonisingly, she peeled them down, freeing me. I stepped out of my underwear and she brushed my penis and balls with an assessing gesture, feeling the handful and clearly liking what she saw. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, a glint of mischief in them before she leaned in, taking me into her mouth with a tenderness that sent a shudder through my spine. Her lips were soft, her tongue deliberate. I exhaled, threading my fingers into her hair, still half in disbelief that this was really happening. She worked her mouth back and forth on my cock with subtle moans and breaths, placing a hand on my lower back and tracing down to my bum. I was enjoying the view of her pert and athletic bum in the lace thong, and feeling like the luckiest man on earth to have her attention. After a while, she stood, her lips glistening, and pressed her mouth to mine. The kiss was deep, consuming. Our hands roamed, grasping, exploring. I let my palms slide up her back, then down again, fingers digging into her curves and squeezing her behind. I lifted to unfasten her bra, and she hastily helped me by standing back and sliding it off her shoulders and straight to the floor. Her breasts were small but perfect, her nipples pebbled under my touch as I leaned down to kiss them, savoring the way she arched into me. I was sliding my hands up and down, soaking in the sensation of her smooth, sweet skin as much as I possibly could. She guided me backward toward the bed, pulling me down with her. I hovered over her, pressing my lips to her neck, her collarbone, trailing my way down her stomach. She writhed beneath me, her breath hitching as I moved lower, my mouth leaving heat in its wake. When I reached the waistband of her thong, I hesitated just long enough to tease before hooking my fingers in the fabric and dragging it down. She was already visibly wet, her body responding before I even touched her properly. She was very smooth apart from a small polite landing strip perched above her vulva. I kissed the inside of her thighs, inhaling her scent, feeling her muscles tense in anticipation. Then, finally, I pressed my mouth to her, tasting her, savouring the way she gasped and arched against me. I didn’t rush. I wanted to make her fall apart. My tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, circling, teasing, pressing. She responded effortlessly, running fingers through my hair and pressing me into her, returning her hands to clutch her own breasts and grasp at her nipples. I followed suit and reached a hand up and clenched hard on a nipple, eliciting a moan that was partly a shout of excitement. It cast my mind to the other party missing from the room — what was her boyfriend doing? Was he watching from somewhere? Had he grown upset that we were having too much fun, and left? These things flickered in my mind and were quickly absorbed by the writhing sounds and scents of this beautiful woman. I was going to make the most of it regardless. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, matching the rhythm of my mouth. Her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping, tugging, her moans growing louder, needier. I could feel her body tightening, her thighs trembling as pleasure built inside her. I could tell she wanted me to press harder and faster. I lifted back and caught her eye, and her gaze was mesmerising. I was in charge in a way I was not used to, and I embodied the character completely. I returned her gaze, dark with lust and longing. I could feel the walls of her vagina tense and flex around my fingers, and I pressed deeper. For at least ten minutes, I stayed there, lost in the taste of her, in the way she responded so beautifully to my touch. Then, breathless and desperate, she reached for the bedside table, grabbing a condom and pressing it into my hand. I knelt up, rolling it on quickly, and positioned myself between her legs. No hesitation, no teasing. I entered her in one slow, deep thrust, swallowing the way she gasped beneath me. The connection was immediate, electric. We moved together, shifting through positions, exploring each other with reckless hunger. The hotel window framed a breathtaking view of the beach, the waves rolling in the late afternoon sun, but my focus never left her. Even though we had only just met, our chemistry was undeniable. Every thrust, every movement was met with eager reciprocation. She held my gaze, her lips parted, her breath shallow. “I love the way you look at me when you do that,” she whispered, voice thick with pleasure. Still, no sign of her boyfriend. He eventually arrived, stepping into the dimly lit room with hesitation, his body tense with nerves. He was skinny and lean, with sporadic dark chest hair. He was wearing frilly black underwear that clung tightly to his lean frame, a contrast to the raw sexuality that had already filled the space. His eyes flickered between us, a mixture of apprehension and arousal playing across his features. He barely looked up, and had is arms folded around himself as if someone was making him do it, shy and repressed. It felt almost comical, but I owed him a great debt for the pleasure I had already had, and felt sympathy for his nerves. He dropped to his knees, attempting to take me into his mouth while his girlfriend watched, her lips slightly parted, her gaze locked onto mine with that same electrifying intensity. But I could feel his hesitation, the way his movements were uncertain, the way he barely knew where to place his hands. He was trying, but his uncertainty made it clear he needed more time to ease into this. He had one hand on my shaft and the other on the small tent poking the middle of his lacy underwear. I focused on her instead, letting my hands roam over her body, cupping her breasts, sliding over the curve of her waist. She responded eagerly, her body arching into my touch, every shift and sigh telling me exactly what she wanted. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Keep going… I love watching you like this.” We returned to having sex, her legs wrapping around my waist as I thrust into her, her breath coming in soft, urgent gasps. I could feel her tightening around me, her nails raking over my shoulders. He sat off to the side, watching with wide eyes, one hand stroking himself slowly. I could tell he was high, his movements sluggish but fascinated, his attention locked onto the way we moved together. I wasn’t complaining. If anything, the whole situation made it even hotter. After a while, his voice broke through the rhythmic sounds of our bodies moving together. “I want you to finish on her face,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. It wasn’t something I typically did, but when I glanced down at her, she bit her lip and gave me that same sultry look she’d been giving me all night. Her pupils were blown wide with lust, her expression a silent invitation. That was all the encouragement I needed. As I pulled out, she shifted onto her knees, her mouth slightly open, her tongue peeking out as she waited for me. The tension coiled in my spine, the sheer eroticism of the moment pushing me over the edge. I could see his eyes fixated on my cock, and my body, while not muscular, was flexing and shiny with sweat. With a deep groan, I came, hot and thick across her flushed skin. She closed her eyes, a small, satisfied smile playing at her lips as she ran her fingers through the mess, smearing it slightly before wiping it away with a towel. The boyfriend disappeared almost immediately, mumbling something about needing a drink. I wasn’t particularly concerned. Instead, we cleaned up together, taking a moment to touch and stroke each other, the contrast between the rawness of before and the tenderness of now making it even more intimate. We stepped out onto the balcony, the cool afternoon breeze brushing against our bare skin. The beach stretched out before us, and an attentive passer by could probably spot our naked figures. I couldn’t possibly care less in that moment. She handed me a drink, and we clinked our glasses together before taking a sip. We made a bit of small talk, catching our breath. She turned to me with a satisfied smirk, her eyes flicking downward. “You have a really nice cock, you know that? Especially that thick head…” Her fingers trailed lightly over my forearm as she spoke, her voice laced with appreciation. I couldn’t help but grin. The boyfriend lingered nearby, silent. He seemed to have retreated into his own head, leaving the two of us in our own little world. After about ten minutes of lazy conversation, she leaned in, her lips brushing against my neck. “Do you want to go again?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I checked the boyfriend for a reaction, but he was gazing out to sea. Who was I to say no? We moved back into the room, the anticipation building once more. I laid her down, spreading her thighs as I settled between them. I kissed my way down her body again, taking my time, savouring her shivers and soft gasps. Impossibly feeling nostalgic for moments that happened within the hour. I traced the same placed, and pressed the same buttons. Fatigued, we were slower and even more intimate. I was embodying the character again, this time feeling in love as well as lust. I had never felt so good, and my gratitude was expanding. My tongue teased her, tracing patterns over her sensitive flesh, while my fingers pressed inside her, curling just right. She arched against me, her hands twisting in the sheets, her breath coming in quick, uneven moans. The heat between us built again, effortlessly slipping back into the rhythm we had already found. Another condom, another slow, deliberate thrust as I entered her from behind this time, gripping her hips firmly as I moved. I was delighted to see her body from an angle I hadn’t considered yet. I knew I would struggle to come a second time, but that didn’t matter. The way she clenched around me, the way her moans filled the air, the way her body moved with mine — I was as hard as I had ever been, and I intended to make this last. He reappeared after a while, stepping back into the room with a newfound sense of purpose. His eyes flicked between us, his nerves from earlier seemingly replaced by something bolder. He hesitated only a moment before making his request. He wanted me to take him. I had already been clear that it wasn’t something I was into, but he asked anyway, his voice laced with hopeful anticipation. And after everything — the afternoon’s intense pleasure, the way his girlfriend had thrown herself into me with such abandon — I felt an odd sense of obligation. Like I owed him something for letting me experience this with her. So I tried. But the moment I even attempted it, the reality hit me. My body shut down, the arousal I had been riding on all night vanishing in an instant. I went completely soft. He took it in stride, laughing it off, brushing his fingers through his hair. “No worries,” he said, his tone light, though I caught the flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “Maybe just come on my face instead?” I hesitated, but again, I tried. He knelt before me, eyes shut, lips slightly parted as he waited. She sat beside us on the bed, watching with an amused expression, running her fingers over her still-sensitive skin. I stroked myself, pushing for that last bit of release, but it just wasn’t happening. I spent ten long, drawn-out minutes trying, feeling the awkwardness creep in with every passing second. Eventually, I gave up. We untangled ourselves, the energy in the room shifting from feverish to something subdued, uncertain. I slipped back into my clothes, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and detachment, as if I were already watching the whole night play back in my head from a distance. A few quick goodbyes, no promises of next time. I stepped out into the cool evening air, letting the door shut behind me, and left them there in that hotel room overlooking the ocean. A week later, an email appeared in my inbox from an address I didn’t recognise. The subject line was empty, but the message itself was simple and biting — something along the lines of calling me a whore. No context, no signature. I always assumed it was him. But the thought didn’t bother me as much as the fact that I never saw her again. I knew her name, but that was it — no way to reach her, no way to seek her out without stepping into the realm of something desperate. I kept hoping, though. Hoping I might run into her somewhere, catch a glimpse of that sultry smile again, even just for a second. But I never did.

1 June 2026

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My Amm friend was texting late Saturday night. We had being tried to make plans for a long time but to no prevail. A quick couple of texts back and forth and we had managed to arrange an old school hook up. Car play, in the local reserve. Haha Straight to the back set and my horny dirty girl didn’t take long to remove all her clothes and start kissing. My hand immediately went to her dripping pussy and within no time my entire hand and wrist had been swallowed by her gorgeous wet fuck hole. Orgasm after orgasm, she curled and wrenched around the car seats. I couldn’t believe how loose her pussy had become. 4,5 then 6 orgasms and she still wasn’t done. Finally, she lies back into the back seat and takes a breather. 3 mins passes and she positions herself on all 4’s and starts to inhale my hard cock, spitting all over it after each gulp. Her pussy is within my reach and I quickly find my hand fully engulfed inside her pussy. The moans get louder, the pussy get wetter and my cock deep inside her mouth gets harder. Before you know it, the moans are so loud that she has just released orgasm number 7. Fuck me she says. This is crazy. Another small intermission before she is back swallowing my cock. This time as she comes up for air she says “put your hand in my ass babe”. I oblige. 1 finger then two and before I know it my hand is now deep inside her ass. Almost as loose as her pussy. Wow!!!! We continue like this for around 20 mins until orgasm number 8 comes out and she says “I’m done”. A quick clean up, a drive around the corner and I’m on my way. Till we meet again.

31 May 2026

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It started with a simple online conversation. One evening, I received a message from a couple who introduced themselves as Marina and Steve. (Names changed to protect their identities). What began as a casual exchange quickly turned into hours of chatting. Over the following days, we talked about everything from work and travel to hobbies and life experiences. The conversation flowed naturally, and before long it felt like we'd known each other for much longer than just a few days. As we got to know each other better, Marina and Steve shared something personal. They explained that they had been together for many years and were very happy in their relationship. However, they also revealed that they had a long-standing fantasy about meeting a single guy together. It was something they had discussed privately for years but had never acted upon. They told me that the closest they had ever come to exploring anything outside their relationship was booking a number of couples massages together. Beyond that, they had never met anyone else and had never taken any real steps toward turning their fantasy into reality. After several days of messaging, we agreed to a brief meet-and-greet on a Wednesday evening. The idea was simply to see each other in person and confirm that the connection we had built online felt genuine face-to-face. The meeting lasted only about ten minutes, but it immediately felt comfortable and natural. We chatted casually, laughed a little, and quickly discovered that the easy chemistry from our messages carried over into real life. There was no awkwardness, only a sense of familiarity and excitement about finally meeting. As we prepared to leave, I gave Marina a friendly hug goodbye. She smiled warmly and seemed to relax into the embrace that felt like it went for 30 seconds. I could feel Marina in my arms and felt an instant closeness which quickly turned to a strong desire and attraction before stepping back. She appeared to genuinely enjoy the hug, and the brief interaction seemed to reassure everyone that there was a real connection between us. Although the meeting was short, it left all three of us feeling much more comfortable about seeing each other again. Over the next couple of days, our conversations continued. Excitement grew, but so did the nerves. Early on Friday, Marina and Steve called me. They sounded anxious and admitted that the reality of finally taking a step toward a fantasy they had talked about for years felt overwhelming. They explained that they couldn't promise anything beyond spending time together. They said they were particularly interested in receiving a massage and wanted to be upfront about the fact that they didn't know how comfortable they would feel once we were all together. I reassured them that I completely understood. I told them I would be perfectly happy if the evening involved nothing more than conversation and massage. I also made it clear that I was happy to follow their lead and that their comfort was the most important thing. By the end of the call, they seemed noticeably more relaxed. That evening, I drove to the Airbnb they had rented. Although we had referred to it as a weekend getaway, It was planned that I was only to spend a few hours with them before heading home later that night. The weather added to the atmosphere. It was warm, humid, and raining steadily outside. When I arrived, we spent 5 minutes chatting with the sound of the rain creating a calm backdrop, and before long everyone seemed far more relaxed than they had been during the phone call earlier that day. After a while, we moved into the bedroom for the massages we had discussed. Marina and Steve stripped down and I stood there in awe as in view of them. They were more attractive than I had realised I quickly stripped down as well whilst they both last naked face down on the bed. The atmosphere remained calm, respectful, and comfortable throughout. I massaged both Marina and Steve, helping them unwind from the anticipation and nervous energy they had been carrying all week. Once the massages had been completed, Steve got up I could see he was fully erected. He moved across the bed and gently caressed Marina by rubbing his hands over her back and gently cupping her arse. Marissa turned around and this was the time when yet again I marvelled at the beautiful site in front of me. It was so erotic and so beautiful. Marina started giving Steve what look like to be the best blowjob of all time and she reached out to me and took my cock in her hand and gently stroked it as she sucked on Steve. She then lay on her back and Steve got between her legs and entered her. It was a beautiful site Marina motioned to me to come next to her. I did and she was stroked me cock to the best of her ability whilst Steve was vigourously pumping her pussy.. Steve pulled out and Marina she began to suck on Steve once again. All they live standing staring at her beautiful pussy all wet and inviting I asked Steve and Marina Would it be okay if I give Marina some oral pleasure? They both nodded. I got down between Mina‘s legs and her beautiful sweet pussy. Marina loved it or appeared to anyway she was squirming moving her hips around in a circular motion and Steve appeared to like the site of his beautiful wife being pleasured with their tongue by this stranger that they just met last week. Steve appeared to reach climax and Marina took his load in her mouth. I was still enjoying the taste of Marina‘s pussy. She was still squirming and appeared that she still wanted more. I was rock hard at this time and she motion me to come up beside her which I did. She took my cock in her mouth and gave me a beautiful blow job. Her mouth was so warm technique was fantastic. I loved the sight of her full engulfed on my cock. Steve was laying on the side of the bed pleasuring himself and getting himself hard once again. Once he was hard she took him in his mouth again I looked down at Matin’s pus looking so wet and inviting I tasted it once more before my cock was so hard I couldn’t resist it anymore and I asked Marina. Would it be okay if I could fuck you. Marina said oh yes tentatively looking at Steve. Steve said to Marina I am okay with it honey if it’s what you want, we’re they both looked at me and nodded. I positioned myself in between Marina’s legs. The anticipation of this moment was amazing. My heart rate was running 100 miles an hour and all I could think about was oh my god this is about to happen and I’m finally going to feel the inside of Marina’‘s pussy with my hard cock.. this couple has put their trust in me and I’m part now part of their lovemaking. I slowly slid my cock inside and it felt better than I could ever imagine. The look on Marina‘s face was pure pleasure. She was still sucking Steve however she seemed to be more enthusiastic about sucking the cock then beforeshe was so wet warm and her pussy seemed to mould to my cock perfectly. I enjoyed every feeling from the tip to the base of my penis. Marina was letting out growns of pleasure. The best she could do with Steve cock in her mouth. I finally came later and pulled out Steve then quickly took his cock out of Marina’s mouth and slid into Marina fucking her furiously whilst finishing off inside of her. Afterwards, the three of us made our way out onto the balcony. The rain had eased slightly, leaving the air warm and fresh. We sat together chatting while Steve lit a cigarette and looked out across the neighbouring apartment buildings. The city lights reflected off the wet streets below, creating a peaceful atmosphere. As we talked, our attention was drawn to an apartment directly opposite. Through the large windows, we could see a couple moving fully naked they were walking around and eventually casually the guy bent her over the couch and appeared to fuck her for all it’s worth. They appeared completely comfortable in their own environment, going about their evening routine without a care in world. For a few moments, all three of us watched in quiet amusement and amazement. It was one of those unexpected observations that sparks conversation. Looking across at the apartments, it became clear how many different lives, relationships, and experiences were taking place around us at that very moment. I feel it kind of normalised in our own apart just minutes earlier. In an unexpected way, the scene helped frame the experience we had shared that evening. The nerves, worries, and uncertainty that had seemed so significant earlier in the week suddenly felt less overwhelming. Watching ordinary people living their lives helped normalize what had once felt like such a huge step. The evening became less about a fantasy and more about trust, connection, and people finding the courage to explore something they had talked about for years. The few hours we spent together passed surprisingly quickly. There was no pressure and no expectations beyond enjoying each other's company and seeing where the evening naturally led. The trust that had begun through online messages and been reinforced during our brief Wednesday meeting had grown even stronger. By the time I said goodbye and left later that night, the rain was still falling softly outside. As I drove home, I reflected on how a simple online conversation had evolved into such a memorable experience. For Marina and Steve, it had been their first time meeting someone outside their relationship. For Marina in particular, it represented overcoming years of hesitation and uncertainty. The fears that had once seemed so significant had gradually faded away, replaced by confidence and excitement. By the end of the evening, she had finally fulfilled a fantasy that she and Steve had talked about for years, and she seemed genuinely happy that she had found the courage to take that step. In the years since, I have found myself thinking about Marina and Steve from time to time. Certain memories of that rainy evening occasionally return—the nervous excitement in their voices during the Friday phone call, the brief hug at our midweek meeting, the relaxed conversation on the balcony, and the sense of trust that developed throughout the experience. More than anything, I hope the experience was every bit as positive for them as it was for me. Throughout our conversations, it was obvious how much they cared for one another and how important their relationship was. Their willingness to communicate openly, support each other, and move at a pace that felt comfortable was something I genuinely admired. When I think back on it now, my hope is that the experience strengthened their relationship rather than simply fulfilled a long-held fantasy. I hope it gave them even greater confidence in the trust they shared and reinforced the honesty and communication that had brought them to that point in the first place. Whether they ever chose to explore anything similar again, I have no idea. But I hope they look back on that evening with the same warmth that I do. For me, what made it memorable was not the fantasy itself, but the connection, trust, and mutual respect that existed between all three of us. Those are the things that have stayed with me long after the rain stopped falling and the evening became a memory.

30 May 2026

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My phone buzzed as a text came in. I looked over out of the corner of my eye and saw the sender: Zoe.   Suddenly I forgot about the report, there were more important things at hand. Zoe was my fantasy chick, an online friend. She’d never texted me before although we’d shared numbers some months before. So the rarity was what made me turn my head. That, and her sexiness. She was all outwardly proper, a good wife, but I knew some of what was in her head – and in her pants. Secretly she harboured some filthy fantasies, but she hadn’t acted many of them out. We’d never even met yet, we’d just flirted online. A lot.   So I didn’t know what was going on here, but I sure wanted to know. I grabbed my phone in a rush   - Working late? 💋   I love that emoji, those lips. She’s got wonderful, full, red lips. I can’t tell you how many times my mind has drifted towards fantasies of them engulfing my cock   - Always! You know me   - Am in North Sydney. Meeting ended early. Got a spare hour before I’ll be missed. I’m scanning office buildings for lit offices   Then another buzz   - … it’s making me quite horny   My cock twitched and hardened. We’d shared a fantasy of taking her in my office a few times. Our connection had been online banter, laughing, we flirted but kept coming back to it. She’d dance around fantasies, meets, but usually there’d be a last minute pullback. Not this time, we’d messed around enough.   - I told you 3 months ago to come up here and you didn’t. This time you will. Be in the lobby of xx Pacific Highway in 5 minutes   I didn’t wait for a response. I wasn’t going to either. I was in control this time. I just went outside my office and got rid of the one guy who was still there, told him he was working too hard and to sort his work life balance out.   A quick squirt of aftershave, a tidying up of the tie, shrugging my jacket on and I was ready for her. I headed for the lift.   The lift dinged and the doors opened as I reached the ground floor. I saw her instantly, bold as brass. She was exactly as I’d pictured her: A gorgeous, small (fuck, I love petite) but perfectly formed sexy, mature woman. Dressed for work, a knee length skirt, blouse, blocky low heels… gorgeous, shapely legs which my eyes ran lustily up and down. I smiled and walked over to her, drew her to me, kissed her, softly and tentatively to start and then deeply, hungrily as she parted her lips, running my fingers through her hair, to the soft skin at the back of her neck, pulling her into me, feeling her, joining with her, her snuggling her tits against my chest, wriggling her hips against mine, gently gasping, bending down to kiss her neck as we broke our kiss, her quivering against me, feeling her lust.   “Come on,” I said, pulling her urgently towards the lift and hammering the button for floor 12.   We devoured each other on the way up, tugging at each other’s clothes, both of us trying to get to the hot flesh beneath, to connect, to feel. Blouses, shirts, pulled out, pulled open. Lips on skin, fingers running through hair, gasps.   We weren’t going to get across the floor to my office keeping that going. So as the lift door opened I just picked her up and put her over my shoulder. It was the easiest way. The floor was deserted, no need to close the door to my office or anything, I just strode in and put her down, kissing her deeply again as I did.   As we kissed I manoevured her back towards my desk until her bum was pressed against it. She wrapped her legs round me as her arse lifted on to the edge of the desk which took her weight. I roughly pushed her skirt up around her hips, marvelling at my first sight of her delicious soft creamy thighs.   She was hot as fuck, grinding her panty clad pussy against my trousers that by now were tented out. Fuck, it was sexy. I pulled her blouse open and kissed the bulge of her tits, pushed up by her bra, then tugged that down and greedily sucked her nipple. She gasped and pulled my head to her.   The lights went out on the timer on the floor outside my office. This is what I’d been waiting for. I reached round her to the controls on the standing desk, pushed the ‘up’ button. Her feet were picked off the floor, as the desk rose it was like her pussy was being presented to me on a platter. A brightly lit platter too, the chances of anyone seeing us was slim but with the dark night outside, the bright lights in here, and a half naked woman with her feet dangling off a platform near head height – if anyone could see in, they’d get an eyeful. I marvelled at the sight.   I planted a fat, hot kiss on her pussy through her lacy green panties. She groaned.   “Just imagine if anyone CAN see in,” I said.   She shivered at the thought. I kissed her soft inner thigh, kissed up towards her mound which she urgently pushed towards my mouth. I yanked her panties down and off and she pushed her legs wide open for me, needing my mouth on her sex.   I complied. Kissed her lips. Pushed my tongue in gently, parting them. Then down to the base of her hole, back up, pushing my tongue more deeply in and then up to her clit. I made my tongue really wet, rolled it round her clit, teased it out to a point, gently sucked it in, applied some pressure between my tongue and my teeth, sucked a little harder.   Then down again, pushing my tongue in deep, forcefully this time, then down again, out of her pussy this time and teasing her perineum and lightly touching her arsehole as I distracted her with a wet finger on her clit. More pressure on her arse until she shivered, then back to her pussy.   This time when I went to her clit I pushed my index finger into her now sopping cunt and started thrusting slowly in and out as I concentrated on her clit with my mouth. She groaned, her legs flopping open even further, sucking me into her.   A second finger to force her wider open and her breath left her with a rush and she lifted her legs, pulling me more deeply into her with heels on my back. I curled my fingers round, found the rough inner skin of her G spot and started stroking, feeling her cunt tighten on me and juice up incredibly.   This whole situation was so charged she was close to coming already, but hang on – we’d been building each other up to this for months and it was going to be over in 10 minutes? No way.   “Unnnnnhhhhhhh,” she groaned, then, breathlessly, “gonna cum!”   I stopped my fingers from pulling at her G spot, lifted my tongue from her clit. I looked up at her with a frown. My fingers were still buried in her cunt, which was quivering round them. She saw something in my expression and looked… nervous. Her pussy tightened on me.   “Did I say you could?” I demanded.   Nothing. No response. She looked me in the eye, saw I meant it, looked even more nervous.   "Well?" I said, firmly.   She slowly realized, shook her head, tentatively, looking me in the eye.   “N-no,” she breathed, “you didn’t.”   I waited, looking her in the eye all the time, letting it sink in.   Finally I relented   “That’s right,” I said, pulled my fingers from her and sucked her juice from them, lubed them up and re-inserted them. Her legs pulled up and opened slightly as I did, with a sharp intake of breath from her.   This time I gently stroked her G spot. And with each of these words gave her another gentle stroke   “You… can… cum… when… I… say… you… can… and… you’ll… have… to… ask… my… permission.”   With the last word I lowered my mouth and tongue back to her clit, her mound, and gave her a long, hard, wet lick all round her clit. She groaned out loud, her legs flopped open, she grabbed my head and pulled it on to her, wanting more pressure, more tongue, more release.   I attacked her cunt, using my fingers, my mouth, giving it everything I had, feeling her shudder over and over. The desk was at the perfect height for me to get my mouth everywhere, and at full extension it was slightly wobbly too. Even feeling the desk shaking as her hands gripped the edges, transferring her ecstatic shaking to it, was a turn on - for me and for her.    Again I felt her pussy pulling and clenching at my fingers as she neared her peak. “Arrrrggggh,” she cried out, “Can I cum?”   I lifted my head and looked at her pussy shaking on my fingers, flicked my eyes up to hers in her flushed face.   “No.”   She groaned, tormented beyond belief with her need for release, grabbed my head and forced it back to her sex.   This time I concentrated on long, hard, strokes of my tongue, pushing as deep in as I could on each pass. With every up stroke her legs were lifting, her thighs were shuddering against the side of my head, clamping then unclamping.   Then I forced my fingers deep in her again, without warning.   “Ahhhhhhh!!!!” she cried, her cunt feeling like it was turning inside out against my fingers   “Can I cum can I cum CAN I CUM??!”   I lifted my head up and nodded.   “Now you can cum”   I was sawing my fingers in and out, pulling them all the way over her G spot, tapping my tongue against her clit.   She screamed out, grabbed my head and jammed it against her pussy and her whole abdomen convulsed, ripples of pleasure pulsing up from her pussy over her stomach. Her cunt gripped my fingers in an iron grip and my face got soaked by a blast of fluid as she squirted, 5, 6 gushes bursting out as she shuddered through a huge orgasm.   My desk was shaking with her as she gripped the edges, her eyes tightly closed as she felt the waves of pleasure   “Oooooooooooo,” she cried, ‘Fuck, YES!”   She’d told me about the squirting but I was still taken aback. She’d also told me she could come again and again if she was fucked through a squirt. For a second I toyed with trying to push her on again but I held back. This was totally selfish. I wasn’t going to be happy with a one off. I wanted her to want more, to come back for more. And next time I wanted my cock buried balls deep in her, *then* she could have the multiples.   So this time I just let her come down gently, feeling her cunt relax round my fingers, just softly kissed her clit and nuzzled her furry mound, tasting her gently. I found the desk controls and let it descend and as she came down from her ‘pedestal’ kissed her hard. My shirt and tie was a mess, but, well, fuck that. It was worth it.   Next time, it’s my turn.

27 May 2026

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"Damn it, I'm late!", I said under my breath. I rushed out of my apartment, then realised that it was pouring with rain outside. I ran back in to get my umbrella. I ran down the hall way, and rushed to the front door. I opened it, ready to sprint out. And that's when I saw him... He was standing there, at the bottom of the steps, in the rain. He was drenched, but all I saw was the blaze in his blue eyes. I stood there blank, immobilised in place. He walked up to meet me, I looked up at him, thoughts rushed through my mind and felt the fury rise up inside me. I walked back into the foyer, up the stairs, down the hallway. I didn't have to look back to know he followed me in. I could feel his eyes on me and the coldness I felt was replaced by a rushing fire. I fumbled for my keys and walked into my apartment. I've thought about this moment a thousand times, dreamt of it, hating myself for wanting him. And here he is. We walked in. Without looking at him, I closed the door. He put his wet, cold fingers through my hair and grabbed it. That familiar feeling of pain jolted me out of my thoughts and I felt my anger rise up again. I swung at him, wanting to scratch him with my keys but he grabbed it with his free hand. I dropped my keys as he twisted my hand towards my back and pulled me into him. It hurt like hell but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of crying out. I glared up at him and spat on his face. He let go of my hair and with one hand, took both my arms and pinned me to the door as he crushed me. He wiped my spit off his cheek and without taking his eyes off me, slapped me across the face. I let go of the breath that I didn't know I was holding, and he kissed me roughly, hungrily. I struggled, trying to get out of his grip, my hands clawing at his, but as the kiss smouldered, as his tongue entered my mouth, my knees betrayed me and became weak. He dropped me to the floor and walked towards the couch. I tried to catch my breath, panting. I got up. "Did I say you could follow?", he said. He calmly sat down, studying me. I got up defiantly. "Stay there", he whispered. "Take your clothes off". I slowly took off my clothes. Watching him, watching me. "Leave your stockings on". "Come over here, on your hands and knees", he commanded. I obeyed. Mixed feelings of desire and anger fought within me. He's wanted to control me for so long, we've struggled on who will master over the other. Here I am, my own desire is letting him win. I walked into his open legs, kneeling, looking up, scornfully. My breasts rising with each breath. My nipples hardening. I raised my arms to cover myself but he swatted them away. "Turn around and bend over". I slowly turned and laid my hands on the floor. It felt like an eternity. He didn't move or say anything. Then, I felt his fingers start to pull my stockings down. The cold air touched my skin and made goose bumps over my flesh. I felt humiliated bending over like that, I tried to ignore the rush of warmth and wetness between my legs. He laid both his hands on my ass. Then he slapped it hard. I let out a cry. He grabbed my waist and bent me over his knee, locked me between his legs and with one hand in my crotch, he proceeded to spank me, hard. I bit my lip, stifling a cry, tears sprung from my eyes. He kept on spanking me until all I knew was the pain, the pleasure and the heat emanating with each stinging blow. My leg was rubbing against his jeans and I could feel his hardness underneath it. His hand getting soaked in my pussy as I got wetter and slippery, again, my body betraying me. With each blow, he would rub my clit and slide his fingers in me. I finally cried out as I came for the first time. The first of many. He threw me on the bed like a rag doll. I couldn't move, he spread my legs and looked at my swollen wet pussy. He swiped my hands away as I tried to cover myself. He slapped it and I keeled over, he pushed me back as he proceeded to slap my clit until I squirted and came. Fully clothed, he hunched, towering over me. I wanted to feel his skin, I reached over to take his clothes off. He slapped my hands away, "I didn't allow you to do that". He grabbed my breasts and squeezed hard, finding my nipples twisting them. I arched my back in pain and in ecstasy. He took them both and devoured them, sucking, biting, squeezing, slapping them until they were raw and red. His fingers entered me and found my spot and started fucking me. Sucking, biting, slapping my small breasts, I didn't know where I started and where his fingers and mouth ended. I let out a scream as I came and squirted over and over again. Lying there, I was exhausted. He laid back beside me. Out of breath. And that's when I pounced. I slapped him hard across the face. I kneeled on his chest and whispered in his ear. "Now, it's my turn". Then I woke up. "That fucking dream again!!!". I yelled across the room. I made my way down and felt the wetness between my legs. The throbbing subsiding from my many wet dream orgasms. I turned off the alarm and rushed to get ready. "Damn it, I'm late!", I said under my breath. I rushed out of my apartment, then realised that it was pouring outside. I ran back in to get my umbrella. I ran down the hall way, and rushed to the front door. I opened it, ready to sprint out. And that's when I saw him...

24 May 2026

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The first time that I met Samantha, she kissed my lips and hugged me. I was a little taken aback to be greeted in such a way by my partners mum, on our very first ever meeting. At 63 years young, she was in incredible shape, due to her active lifestyle of seniors sports. "She just adores anything to do with Africa." Barbara, my partner said, acting as though her mum kissing her boyfriend was totally normal. So I ran with it. As time wore on and our relationship developed, I noted with pleasure that Samantha never greeted anyone else with such gusto at family gatherings, but continued to kiss me on my lips each time we met. It was never a passionate kiss, but it was always on my lips. I often felt self conscious and a little wary of how others would interpret Samantha's enthusiastic greetings, especially her husband. Nothing was ever said by anyone. As relationships do, the bond between Barbara and myself eventually failed. We parted ways amicably, but emotionally wounded. Licking my wounds and trying to get my life back on track, I retreated from social life and became a home body for a little while. A knock on the door, one morning, was to change my malaise for the better. Answering the door, to my delight, Samantha stood holding two coffees and wearing a cotton summer dress which highlighted her svelte physique. "I was nearby, so thought I would check on your well-being." she said and strode straight in. Samantha had never visited my home before, so I was a little shocked at her presence, especially as Barbara and I were no longer. Putting the coffees down on the kitchen counter, she turned to face me, gave a wry grin and placing her hands behind herself, hitched herself up onto the counter top. I was already growing hard. I had fantasised about Samantha, during the term of my relationship with her daughter, but never thought about ever acting on my fantasy. Her kisses had set me in a special place in her mind too, apparently. Standing there, my mouth agape, I could only look at her as she slowly slid her hands along her toned thighs and tugged at her summer dress. Slowly she revealed her knees and spread her thighs, then with a curl of her finger, beckoned me to come to her. Her intent was clear and I was happy to oblige. I walked to her and stood, eye to eye with a woman almost twice my age. For the first time, her kiss was so much more than a greeting. Her soft lips parted ever so slightly, inviting my tongue. As her embrace tightened, I slid my tongue, gently between her wanting lips and felt her sigh and quiver. Samantha directed my hand to her breast, as we pashed and I could feel her thick nipple, hard and proud. A lady of this age has endured a lot of wear and tear on her body, but Samantha was still incredibly sexy, in my eyes. My crotch was proof of that. My cock was bursting to be set free and Samantha knew it. Releasing her embrace, she hopped down from the counter top and cupped my bulge, all the while never breaking our eye contact. "Oh my. Someone IS happy to see me." she giggled. Dropping to her knees, Samantha deftly undid my shorts and released my black sword. "I just knew that you would be a big boy" she said. "I've always wanted a black cock inside of me." She took me into her mouth and held my shaft with both hands. My head was buzzing. I had never known such a mature woman, before. How was I going to approach this? I was a little overwhelmed and very concerned that something could go terribly wrong, if I let my passion release all of my physicality. As if to read my thoughts, Samantha said, "You'll have to be gentle for the first little while. It's a long time since I've had cock." and then stood, took hold of my throbbing cock like a leash and lead my to the bedroom. With a shrug, she dropped her shoulders out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her body was aged but still remarkably toned. Her senior sports were keeping her healthy. Laying back on the bed, Samantha spread her legs. Her white lace panties showing that her passion was high, too. A wet spot was glistening and she began to writhe. I couldn't contain myself. One of my bigger turn on's is seeing pre sex juices. I knelt on the floor and bent towards her beautiful mound, taking a heady nose full of Samantha's musk, I pulled off her lace knickers. How wonderful the body is. Her tumescence inviting my tongue to taste her honey. At the first touch of my tongue, Samantha moaned and pressed my head to her. I pride myself in my cunnilingus techniques, as it really is something that I love. I have rarely failed to make my partners cum with my tongue and Samantha was no exception. Arching her back and pressing my face to her mons, Samantha came within minutes, with quiet little sighs and moans. "Fuck me" she sighed, "Fuck me" Gently raising her knees, I got into position and rubbed my cock head, teasingly around her now receptive pussy. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me!" she moaned. I slid my glans inside her velvet wallet and watched for her reaction. She shivered and moaned and reached to pull me deeper inside of her. My cock is larger than most, being African, but she pulled me deeper and deeper, taking my girth in her stride. "Fuck me." "Fuck me like the dirty slut that I am!" she moaned. I was surprised, but excited by her enthusiasm and dirty talk. I began to thrust, slowly, feeling her move her hips with the rhythm. Her muscles gripping me and working as we rutted. She had been an athlete all of her life and had obviously kept up with her pelvic floor exercises, too. Ordinarily, I enjoy long slow fucking sessions, but this time with Samantha I was not going to last. The atmosphere was too electric and the situation too out of the ordinary for me to contain myself. I came within minutes and with my vinegar strokes, Samantha moaned as another wave of orgasm wracked her body. Slowly, gently thrusting with my post orgasm glow, feeling spent and high at the same time, I felt Samantha wrap her legs around my waste, her arms around my neck as she pulled me close, to lay still, my whole weight on her, still deep inside of her. Panting and sweaty, we lay together, feeling each other's heartbeat and kissed. The coffees had gone cold.

20 May 2026

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We have been chatting for a while. Some mutual likes have been discussed. We discuss how you enjoy being given... firm suggestions. A few meets involving drinks etc. Some passion shared. We find out I am going to be working in your area in a secluded area. You ask if a visit would be ok. I am more than agreeable to that so we organise a time around lunch time. At the agreed upon time you are sitting on a secluded park bench. Dressed with some cleavage on show. The skirt has a small slit showing some leg. Looking exquisite as always of course. Having spotted you I was taking my time admiring just how good you look. Still early before our agreed time but you seem a little nervous. Just before I call out to you my phone rings. Yes I did watch you reach for the phone. I was being a voyeur and didn't think you would be calling me. Upon answering I say you look stunning. You ask where I am. So I wave. Upon seeing me you say stay there. Tell me what to do. I ask if you are excited. You answer YES! Stand up. Remove your panties. Now. Glancing around you reach under your skirt and lower them. I say leave them on the ground for now. Spread your legs. Wider. Now slowly slide a hand up your leg. Exposing that wetness to me. Tell me how wet you are Your gasp as you slip a finger into that wetness. Closely followed by a moan.

20 May 2026

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I have craved a man’s touch, lips, tongue, scratchy stubble, all over my body, Fingers exploring, Grabbing my flesh, Tenderly, Possessively, Achingly digging in, Exploring, Fingers through my hair, Pulling it back to expose my neck, To be licked Sucked, Teeth grazing, Bringing shivers down my spine, Bringing his legs between mine, Feeling his cool skin through my hot thighs, I gasp as he grazes my clit and lips, soaking wet from his touch, As he sucks on my nipple, I arch my back to get his mouth closer, I run my fingers through his hair and pull him towards me, Rubbing my pussy on his leg, I gasp as I feel his cool palm on my hot sex, Slipping a finger in my tight wet core, he moans as he sucks my breast, the vibration going straight to my clit, He lets go of my nipple as he hungrily kisses me, our tongues exploring our mouths I suck his tongue as it penetrates my mouth at the same time as he slips a second finger in my cunt, He finds that spot and I open my eyes to see his, looking into mine, His thumb moves to my hard slippery hot clit, moving in slow circles as his fingers beckon faster And I cum, suddenly, Squirting all over his fingers He feels my pussy tighten, spasm around him As I scream, he covers my mouth with his

20 May 2026

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I walk up behind you. So close you can feel my hot breath on the back of your neck and my hard cock pressing into the gap at the top of your legs as my arms slowly go around you and my fingers trace slowly up and down the front of your body and over your breasts and circle your nipples. My wet tongue licks its way down your neck and out toward your shoulder and back up to gently nibble your earlobe as my fingers find your nipples and brush over them. They harden under my touch and I roll them between my thumb and finger as you moan and push back to feel my cock is hard as steel and your pussy is hot and wet with a rising desire to be penetrated, but we both know that is a long way off as there are many things we are going to explore together before penetration is even considered between us. I turn you around to face me so we can kiss. Our lips meet, softly , puckering against each other. We kiss again, our lips parting, and our tongues hesitantly touch. It feels delicious and we kiss more open mouthed, our tongues sliding together more lively now, exploring the other hungrily. Our breathing is heavier, our hearts beating faster and harder as our heads swim and feel dizzy. I pull you closer to me so we are pressed against each other. A moan escapes your mouth and our hands roam each other's body, my hands cup your butt and pull you against me, you can feel my hard cock pressing against your pussy and you push against it and we moan into each other's mouths as we kiss. We break our kiss, but my lips kiss and lick down your neck as the aroma of your excitement fills the air and we can both smell your pussy juices as your panties are soaking wet. I help you remove your top and you do likewise for me. I lick down to your cleavage as my fingers circle your nipples once more. Your knees buckle so we move to the bed to be more comfortable. We kiss again, hungrier and harder than before, and I unclip your bra and you shrug it off. Then we kiss again, and now we are skin on skin from the waist up, nipples against nipples... yum! I kiss and lick down your neck again, over your breast to slowly circle your nipple with my wet tongue, then my mouth closes on it and my tongue licks and flicks across your nipple the same way it kisses your mouth, as my thumb and finger plays with your other nipple, twisting and pulling it as you moan louder this time, because it feels so exquisite ! My teeth gently hold your nipple and pull gently, and you shudder and moan louder than before. You squirm on the bed because your pussy is aching and the smell of your juices are thick in the air now. I pull your panties off altogether. You are fully naked now, and want the same from me so you pull my pants and undies off too. My hard as steel cock springs out and you push me on to my back and say you want to have your turn, so you kiss down my body and ever so slowly lick up and down the shaft of my twitching cock as I moan loudly. You lick higher up my shaft then lick the head and slowly open your mouth and take the head in your mouth as your wet tongue swirls over it, and I moan louder. You move around, straddle my face and as you lower your mouth down the length of my hard cock, you lower your pussy to my face so I can spread your pussy lips and slide my tongue up and down between them and taste you. I lick up to your swollen clit and suck and lick it as your mouth takes ALL of my cock, and we are both moaning so loud, even though our mouths are full of each other. I slide 2 fingers into your pussy to explore inside you as I lick you. My fingers find your G spot. Then... Is that another pair of hands you can feel on your butt?

20 May 2026

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This was the early days of internet hookups, messenger boards, chatrooms and all that kind of fun before sites like this had taken off. I had a few experiences and was curious about trying new things. Id checked out a few MF4M ads and some M4F ads, but decided to click on the M4M section. I didnt know exactly what I was looking for or that I was even interested in hooking up with a guy, but as I clicked through a few ads, my 19yo uncut cock started to twitch. I came across an ad from an older guy in his 50’s. It was an interesting read, “I’ll give you a better blowjob than your gf”. It continued on, talking about being patient with first timers etc. I was a little intrigued so I messaged the guy, saying I was a younger guy with little experience. He responded quite quickly introducing himself as Ron and suggesting what we should do about fixing that. He described the play scenario over the next few messages and by this stage I was rock hard. Ron then asked me when I was free to come over to make this happen? I said I could come over the next morning... he said he would be ready. It was a mix of nerves and hormones as I pulled up to the unit. I text him that I had arrived and he responded by telling me to come in as the front door was open. As I walked up I saw the figure of a shorter guy, well proportioned, shaved head in a plush robe waving me into his lounge room. We quickly greeted and he suggested we head into the bedroom as the heating was on. He ushered me into the master bedroom. It was a comfy space, large bed on the far wall, TV playing VHS porn on the opposite wall, a couple of interesting statues in the room also. One was a life size neck to hip statue of a naked male, with an accurate looking cock, the other a scaled version of a guy spread on all 4. I was a little pre occupied by the statues then I returned my gaze to the TV playing a pretty hot mfm scene. Ron suggested I get undressed and slide into the bed under the blanket. I was a little shy but took off my shirt and jeans, then slid my underwear off. He was watching but trying to not make it obvious. I was half hard, little bit of precum leaking out of the tip of my uncut cock. I slid under the loose blanket on the bed lying back enjoying the video. Ron moved to the foot of the bed and slid up under the covers. His hands spreading my legs, I felt a warm breath on my shaft then his lips envelop my hardening member. I was lost in the moment. His mouth felt great slowly taking me in, feeling my cock grow in his mouth. It didnt take long before I was fully hard and I could feel my girth pulsing. In our correspondence he had said this was all about my pleasure and just lie back and enjoy it. It didnt matter if I lasted a min or a lot longer. He was doing a great job, alternating his technique, stroking my shaft and playing with my balls. He then took my entire length in his throat before switching back to teasing my head with his tongue, it felt great... just like his ad suggested. The MFM video finished with the girl, on her knees jerking off both the guys... she was covered in cum. Ron had changed position, lying more on his side while he pleasured me. From his movements I could see he was jerking off while he was sucking my cock. He was completely covered by the blanket, all I could see was his head bobbing up and down while his spare hand was furiously stroking his own cock. I was getting close and started to moan. Ron just kept sucking and stroking me, my cock stated to spasm and I shot the first jet into his mouth. He continued to jerk me off into his mouth, another jet and another filling his mouth. My orgasm subsided and he poked his head up from under the blanket, still between my legs. He told me that it was hot and tasted great. He moved back down the bed and stood at the foot of the bed. His robe was open, smooth shaved body on display with a disproportionately large cut cock and heavy balls hanging out. The blanket had shifted and there was a significant wet spot at the base of the bed. He must have cum while he was finishing me off. It was all a pretty hot experience, but in the moment, I got a little lost. I thanked him, got dressed and left. He did invite me back when I felt like it, but I never made it back until years later. I have thought about that experience a few times while having some solo play. I actually found the video he had on, on one of the porn sites years later also.... Still gets a watch on occasion.

17 May 2026

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A yes day is a day when everything is yes - do you want to go get a coffee yes Do you want be naked in the house - yes So we decided it was going to be a yes day on sat. We woke she showed first then I went bought breakfast we ate I brushed my teeth came back to the lounge room there she was a towel on the couch she was naked on the towel with her favourite high heels on these were only worn when she wanted to do it doggy style made her taller so I could get in deeper! She motioned for me to get on my knees and start licking her moist lips being a yes day you can't say no! I was also rubbing her breasts and pinching her erect nipples by this time one hand had to go between her legs gently fingering both holes as I was now sucking her clit! She pushed me back and motioned for me to stand up she unzipped my jeans pulled them down enough to get my rock hard cock out and she started licking my shaft from the bottom to the top teasing her tongue around my knob just as I came she swallowed my hole cock into the back of her mouth drinking me! Then I bent down inserting 3 fingers into to her very wet pussy and continued to rub her clit till she squirted her load across the lounge room - that was the the start of our yes day! And bout and hour later she was in the kitchen still with her high heels on and a pair of yoga pants I walked in to get a drink and she says please fuck me doggy style - being yes day what could I do?

16 May 2026

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A Sporty Weekend I met Hayley through regular Friday nights of social tennis. It was a mixed doubles set up and we teamed up almost immediately. At the end of the tennis, about twenty people ended up at the local pizza joint to finish the night. It did not take long before Hayley and I began to end up in my bed after the pizza joint. One night, after fucking she told me that she and her ex had been swingers. I asked her tell me more. The more she told me about their slutty lifestyle, the more I needed to slide my cock into her again. The tennis social group organised a weekend in the country at a tennis resort. There were eight men and eight women, some couples and some singles. Hayley and I were in a two room cabin, we had a king sized bed and the TV in our room and the adjoining room had two single beds. We shared the cabin with Luke and Jenny. Jenny was very keen on Luke but had had no luck with him at this point. The four of us were sitting on the king sized bed watching the TV when Jenny left to sleep in one of the single beds. Luke and Hayley and I continued to watch the TV. I suggested to Hayley that we would be more comfortable in the bed, so we lost our clothes and climbed into bed with Luke lying next to us. After wandering hands found a hard cock and a wet pussy, Hayley and I were fucking under the covers, next to Luke. A few strokes later, we were no longer under the covers and Luke was now watching as my cock plowed Hayley's wet pussy. I pulled out and went to the other room where I found Jenny in bed. I asked if she would like to join us in the bed next door, she looked at my hard cock and wasted no time in losing the t-shirt she was wearing. Back in the main room we found Luke on top of Hayley pounding her pussy with her legs in the air. They made room for Jenny and I and Jenny made room for my cock in her pussy. Since everyone was now fucking a new cock or pussy it took a while before we changed partners but eventually I was back in Hayley's very wet pussy and Jenny finally had Luke where she wanted him, inside her. One more change of shift and I was back in Jenny's just-fucked cunt and Luke was on his back with Hayley riding his cock. Another rotation and the girls were urging us to come inside them. Luke and I were happy to oblige and the rate of pounding increased until I came in Hayley and Luke came in Jenny.

13 May 2026

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The message popped up late on a humid Sydney night. A couple. Older than the usual chaos flooding hookup apps. Confident. Direct. **41M & 39F — Sydney, NSW** *Mutual interests: public play, oral, toys, watching, being watched, couples, something kinky…* Their profile picture was almost annoyingly attractive. Him rugged and broad-shouldered with that “tradie who secretly behaves badly on weekends” energy. Her dark hair fell across one eye while she smirked at the camera like she already knew exactly what trouble she could cause. Then came the message. > “You look like someone who’d either be a fantastic idea… or an absolute disaster.” You laughed staring at the screen, beer in hand, Reef sprawled beside the couch snoring loud enough to register on seismic equipment. > “Usually both.” That got her attention. The conversation escalated quickly after that. Flirting turned filthy in the fun way — teasing comments, subtle dares, hints about hidden kinks neither of them seemed shy about. She admitted they loved being watched. He admitted he liked seeing her flirt with other men before dragging them into whatever chaos the night became. And for some reason, they picked you. By Friday night you were driving toward the coast with music rattling the doors and the familiar feeling of *this is either going to become a great memory or a police statement.* Their apartment overlooked the water near Darling Harbour. Expensive enough to make you wonder what crimes they committed professionally. She opened the door barefoot, wearing an oversized shirt that barely counted as clothing. He stood behind her holding two glasses of bourbon with the relaxed confidence of a man completely comfortable sharing attention. No awkwardness. No weird small talk. Just chemistry. The three of you sat on the balcony drinking while ferries moved through the harbour lights below. Sydney glittered in the background while tension slowly built like a storm no one intended stopping. She sat closer as the drinks disappeared. Then closer again. Her fingers brushed your thigh absentmindedly while talking. Testing. He noticed. Smirked into his glass. “Careful,” he said casually to her. “You’re looking hungry.” “Maybe I am.” That nearly killed you on the spot. The night drifted from playful into dangerous territory after midnight when she suggested a walk. Not because any of you needed exercise. The city was alive — music from bars, couples wandering the waterfront, warm air carrying perfume, cigarettes, saltwater, and bad decisions. She walked between both of you like she owned the entire damn city. Occasionally touching your arm. Occasionally leaning into him. Feeding off the attention from strangers who couldn’t stop staring. And people *did* stare. A gorgeous woman between two men at midnight tends to short-circuit the public. Especially when she enjoys it. At one point she dragged you both into a quiet side alley overlooking the harbour. Hidden enough to feel risky. Public enough to feel reckless. Her back hit the wall lightly as she laughed under her breath. “This,” she whispered, “is exactly why we do this.” The thrill wasn’t just attraction. It was the danger of being seen. The possibility someone around the corner might notice. The electricity of strangers nearby while all three of you stood far too close pretending self-control still existed. Her husband watched with open amusement while she toyed with you mercilessly — fingers hooking your belt briefly before letting go, lips brushing near your ear while she spoke. Every movement deliberate. Every second escalating. At one stage a couple walked past the alley entrance and she froze, biting back laughter as all three of you stayed perfectly still in the shadows. The woman passing glanced in. Held eye contact for half a second. Then kept walking with a knowing smile. That somehow made everything hotter. By the time you returned to the apartment, tension filled the room thick enough to choke on. Music low. City lights spilling through the glass. Three people circling each other with the kind of energy that usually ends in either incredible sex or someone accidentally catching feelings. She sat beside you on the couch, one leg across yours, eyes locked onto you while her husband poured another drink. “You know,” she murmured softly, “you’re even more trouble in person.” You grinned. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing about both of you.” Outside, Sydney kept glowing like nothing unusual was happening. Inside that apartment? Absolute fucking danger. The apartment felt smaller now. Not physically — psychologically. The kind of charged atmosphere where every movement suddenly meant something. Every glance lingered too long. Every accidental touch absolutely wasn’t accidental anymore. She disappeared briefly into the bedroom, returning barefoot with music playing softly from her phone. Slow bass. Dim lighting. Dangerous decisions soundtrack. Her husband loosened his shirt collar and leaned back on the couch watching the two of you with obvious amusement. “You’re nervous,” he said. “I’m calculating survival odds.” That made her laugh properly for the first time all night — head tilted back, hand against your chest for balance. “Oh, you’ll survive,” she purred. “Question is… will you recover?” She moved differently now. More confident. More openly flirtatious. Like the public teasing outside had flipped a switch and now she wanted to see exactly how far she could push things before someone lost composure. Which, honestly, was becoming a rapidly collapsing situation. The three of you migrated onto the balcony again overlooking the harbour. Wind rolling in warm from the water. Music behind you. Sydney glowing gold and neon below like a city designed specifically for bad behaviour. Then she climbed into your lap. Not subtly. Not accidentally. Just slowly, deliberately, eyes fixed on yours while her husband watched over the rim of his glass. “Comfortable?” she asked. “Not remotely.” “Good.” Absolute menace. Her husband laughed quietly. “Told you she likes an audience.” That became the game for the next hour — tension and teasing. Her whispering things into your ear that made coherent thought impossible. Him casually throwing fuel on the fire with smug commentary while pretending innocence. At one point she stood near the balcony railing looking out over the city while traffic moved below like rivers of light. “You ever do something,” she asked softly, “just because you know you probably shouldn’t?” You leaned beside her. “Most of my best stories start that way.” “Same.” She turned toward you slowly then, close enough that you could smell perfume mixed with bourbon and sea air. Close enough that one bad decision would become several excellent bad decisions. Behind you, her husband spoke calmly. “You know,” he said, “normally by now people either panic… or fully commit.” “And which do you think this is?” He smirked. “Oh mate… nobody’s panicking.” That was the exact moment the night crossed the invisible line. Not into chaos. Into inevitability. The music faded into background noise. The city disappeared. The tension finally broke into kissing, laughter, wandering hands, whispered dares, and the intoxicating thrill of three people feeding off each other’s energy with absolutely no intention of slowing down. At one point she pulled back just enough to grin at both of you. “This,” she said breathlessly, “is so much hotter than messaging.” Nobody argued. Hours later the three of you ended up sprawled across the couch laughing half-drunk while the first hints of sunrise crept over Sydney Harbour. Hair messy. Shirts missing. Dignity questionable. Perfect. Her husband raised his glass toward you. “So,” he said casually, “same time next weekend?” You looked at her smirking beside you. Then at the sunrise. Then back at him. “Yeah,” you said. “This feels like the beginning of a really terrible influence.” She kissed your cheek. “Exactly the kind worth keeping.”

13 May 2026

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It started with eye contact. One of those looks that lasts a second too long before both people pretend it meant nothing. I was out late, running on music, caffeine, and one of those moods where you’re not really looking for anything… but if something happens, you don’t stop it either. She sat near me. Calm. Confident. Dangerous in that quiet way. We started talking casually at first music, tattoos, random life shit,but underneath it there was tension building hard. The kind where both people already know where this is going but nobody wants to say it first. She leaned closer every time she laughed. I noticed her hand brushing against my arm more often. I could smell her perfume every time she moved and honestly it was driving me insane. Eventually she looked at me and said, “So… are you always this hard to read?” I laughed and told her, “Only when I’m trying to behave.” That broke the last bit of tension instantly. The conversation turned playful, teasing, and dangerous in all the right ways without either of us forcing it. Just natural chemistry. Real attraction. Two people feeding off each other’s energy and enjoying every second of it. The best part wasn’t even the physical side. It was the build-up. The anticipation. Watching someone slowly lose control while pretending they still have it. That’s the kind of connection I enjoy most. Mutual energy. Confidence. Teasing. Tension. No games. No fake personalities. Just two people completely locked into each other for the night.

10 May 2026

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You stirred gently as the morning light spilled through the curtains, your legs stretching instinctively—until you felt the heat of my mouth between your thighs. I was already there, slowly kissing my way up, breathing you in like my first dose of oxygen for the day. I let my lips trail over soft skin, letting my tongue move in teasing circles, never rushing—just savouring. You moaned softly, your hips lifting slightly in invitation, and I held you there, arms wrapped tight under your thighs as I buried myself deeper. Your taste, your warmth, the way you whispered my name like a plea—it was better than any alarm clock. I didn’t stop until your hands were tangled in my hair and your thighs trembled around my head. Only then did I finally look up at you, lips slick, grinning against her skin. “Good morning,” I said. “Ready to really wake up now?” I wanted to feel every inch of you waking up under my mouth. Your breath hitched as I teased my way closer, my hands firm on your hips, holding you steady. My mouth found you—warm, soft, already beginning to respond. I tasted you gently at first, like a slow sip of something forbidden. You sighed, hips shifting, body rising into it. I looked up at you and smiled against your skin, then dove back in, deeper, slower, wetter. Your fingers tangled in my hair, your thighs began to tighten around my shoulders as I worked you over with a steady rhythm. I knew exactly how to build that pressure—slow pulses of my tongue, just the right flick, a pause to breathe against you, then deeper again. You gasped when I sucked, when I flattened my tongue and pushed you toward the edge without letting you fall. Then I pushed two fingers inside you, curling just right, and your whole body arched. I didn’t let up—faster now, rougher, until you were moaning my name, back bowed, thighs trembling. I held you there, mouth locked on you, until I felt the wave crash through your body. But I wasn’t done. I pulled back just long enough to slide up over you, my cock hard and pressing against your soaked entrance. I didn’t ask. I didn’t wait. I pushed inside, slow at first so you could feel every inch, and then all the way, deep and full. Your nails dug into my back as I started moving, your breath ragged, body still pulsing from the orgasm I gave you with my tongue. Now I was fucking you—slow and deep, then harder, hips slamming against yours, every thrust driving you higher. You wrapped your legs around me, pulling me deeper, tighter, until all I could hear was the sound of your moans and our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. You wanted to be ruined this morning. And I was here to make sure of it.

7 May 2026

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It started with a random late-night message that neither of us expected to turn into anything serious. The conversation was playful from the beginning, full of teasing replies, confident energy, and the kind of chemistry that instantly grabs your attention 😏 After hours of messaging, we finally decided to meet. The city was quiet, music was playing softly in the car, and every moment felt charged with tension. We talked, laughed, and flirted nonstop while driving through empty streets under the lights. The attraction between us kept building with every look and every smile. There was something addictive about the vibe — relaxed but intense at the same time. We both knew the night was heading somewhere dangerous, but neither of us wanted to slow it down. What was supposed to be a simple late-night hookup turned into one of those unforgettable nights filled with excitement, connection, and chemistry that stayed on our minds long after it ended.By the end of the night, the tension between us was impossible to ignore. The way we looked at each other said more than words ever could. Time moved fast, the city lights blurred around us, and for a few hours nothing else mattered except the connection we shared. Even now, that night still feels unreal — the energy, the attraction, and the excitement of knowing we both wanted more the moment we met

7 May 2026

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I used to be attracted to my neighbour. I had my eye on her for 2 years. We usually met at parties in my apartment. One night, I was at a party. Most people had already left, and only a few people were there. She sat next to me as we were good friends. I started to hug her and kiss her neck since we were close and both drunk. She got excited and kissed me on the lips. Then we both went to her apartment, and we had sex. I usually had anal sex with her. She was very into me, and I could go for a long time. She also gave me oral and swallowed, and it felt very intimate and romantic. Even when we had sex, I would put my finger in her ass, and she liked it. I also had sex with her in many different ways. Sometimes she used to work on her laptop, and I would have sex with her from behind while she was talking to her clients. She used to give me a blowjob while talking to her client on a call. Sometimes she would take my cock out of her pussy and put it in her ass. She used to love it when I was doing anal with her while she was working. Both her pussy and her ass were very tight. I’m actually getting turned on while writing this. It’s just something that happened in my life, something I still remember sometimes.

7 May 2026

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Who said we couldn’t Change? This is a largely true story; only the names have been changed to protect the participants. Some details are now a little hazy because of the passage of time. This my first effort at writing such a story and I enjoyed doing so as I relived these precious moments and experiences that my wife and I shared together. We’re still very happily married. Please enjoy sharing this journey through our lives into new adventures and pleasures. We hope yours has been, or maybe will be, just as enjoyable. ***** We pulled into the parking lot of our local club and shut down the engine. We sat there for a moment and then exited the car, locked it and went into the club. The couple we were meeting was waiting and stood up as we entered, came over and greeted us warmly. This was the moment of truth for us because we’d taken the decision to step outside our very conservative boundaries and put our toes into the waters of swinging and there was now probably no going back. My name’s Keith and my wife’s name is Sandy. We’re both in our 50’s, certainly no Ken or Barbie, but comfortable in our bodies and ready to take a new step in our lives. The couple we were meeting, Mal and Laraine, we’d met on line through a swingers site and this was our meet and greet with them. In fact, it was our first meet and greet with anyone associated with swinging so we were somewhat nervous as to what was about to unfold. This, one could say, was a mega step outside of our normal, conservative, family oriented boundaries. It was almost surreal that we were even here and about to embark on a path that was so different from anything we’d ever experienced sexually. Perhaps a little background as to what led up to this point is needed. We weren’t so-called childhood sweethearts; we were born and lived in different states. But, I was in the Air Force, I was 18 at this time and I was transferred interstate to a base not far from where the girl who was destined to become my wife, lived. Nothing dramatic but our paths crossed one night when I attended the local church and, to cut a long story short, we met, slowly became very interested in each other and became a couple. The church going is a big factor in this story as, throughout our life together, we regularly attended church wherever my working life took us. One could say that we were the epitome of the conservative lifestyle, totally faithful to and engrossed in each other. That doesn’t mean that we were virgins or chaste before we were married. In spite of our lived values, the hormones were active for both of us. Sandy had no real experience with boys before she met me and my experience with girls was rather limited also. We used to “neck” in the back seat of a car when the opportunity arose. It was during one of these sessions that I finally was able to treasure the intimacy of feeling her boobs, which felt beautiful, and starting down that more intimate path over time. Details are now lost in time but I remember that, after that first time of exploratory investigation, we were having some sort of discussion which required me to pay some sort of price to her in satisfaction. To my surprise, she readily said to me: “Well, you can pay me back like you did the other night in the car.” To say I was surprised but very pleased with that admission needs no further comment. Over time things were really getting serious between us, in a “where are our lives together going” sense, that we ultimately went back to my home town together for Sandy to meet my mother and family. By this time I’d left the Air Force and was working for an airline so we were having a long distance love affair. It was during one of Sandy’s trips to see me that our intimacy rose to a whole new level in spite of the Christian values that we held. It was one night after everyone else had retired for the night that I was with her in the room where she was sleeping and things started to get somewhat hot and heavy. We began a period of heavy petting, kissing and groping. As you might have gathered from earlier, she loves having her boobs massaged and, as she was dressed for bed and wearing only a nighty and knickers, I gradually moved the nighty up and exposed her breasts to better massage and kiss them. The next logical step, which she didn’t object to, was the total removal of her nighty leaving her with only her knickers on and beautiful breasts exposed for the pleasuring, which is what inevitably happened. She did mention that she felt a bit odd being dressed only in her panties while I still had on my shorts and shirt and things so I then hurriedly removed all of my excess clothing leaving me only in my knickers also. If I remember correctly, I started rubbing her pussy area while she was still wearing her knickers. Then, the inevitable happened: I took a chance and gently started to remove her panties, slipping them down her legs and dropping them on the floor. She lay there calmly for just a few moments, totally naked, and then said to me words that I didn’t expect: “Alright, take them off.” I didn’t need a second invitation and hurriedly removed my underwear exposing my quite stiff penis. This was quite a moment for both us; Sandy had led a very sheltered, conservative life as I’ve said before and, as I discovered during our intimate conversations over time, she knew very little, if anything, about sex or where babies came from or anything of that nature. As well, she’d never seen a penis before and probably didn’t know that they existed. So, what could I do but start a lesson on anatomy and life? I took up kissing her starting with her breasts and slowly moving down her body until I reached her pubic area. I then encouraged her take my penis in her hand and start to stroke it gently. As she was doing this I began slowly stroking the lips of her pussy and penetrating her slightly with my finger. As we continued with our gentle efforts I began to explain about how my penis was meant to be in her pussy so that we could enjoy the love that we felt for each other. I was also at pains to explain that, at a certain moment while I was moving in and out of her, I would start shooting a liquid out of my penis and that the liquid was meant, at the right time, to be shot inside her so that we could make a baby together. However, I was also determined that that wasn’t going to happen at this time because I was determined that no one would know that we had engaged in sexual activity. It was then that I encouraged her to stroke my penis which she did, hesitantly at first. It didn’t take long for her ministrations to take effect and for me to shoot a big stream of cum all over her belly, her first experience with the cream of life. It was only after that and after we’d gotten my cock hard again (being young and virile, that didn’t take long) that I started making the suggestion that I should gently slide my cock into her pussy. She had been enjoying having my fingers stroking and moving in and out of her pussy and she didn’t object so I climbed between her legs and lifted them slightly and nudged my cock into the entrance of her delicious looking love tunnel. As I gently pushed further into her she looked at me and smiled somewhat but didn’t fight this new experience. I slowly pushed further into her until I reached full depth and then propped myself up on my arms and looked at her and said: “See how we are looking, fitting together like this?” I then started slowly stroking out and then in, out and then in and out, developing a gentle rhythm that I hoped she was enjoying and knew that I was. It didn’t take me too long and I felt myself coming up to another cum so, at a good time, I quickly pulled out and aimed my cock at her belly and shot more of my cream over her. It was a beautiful experience for both of us. In fact, Sandy told me after we’d been married for some time that she really enjoyed this new thrill of having a penis inside her, of how pleasurable it was for her. We had one or two more nights like this together which generally followed the same pattern of pleasure for both of us. The good thing was no one knew and there was no pregnancy, which I was determined to avoid even though we didn’t use condoms. (We never even spoke about them.) After our time together she had to return home and I stayed in my job and we continued our long distance romance until our wedding some months later. I won’t bore you with the details of the time leading up to the wedding or our wedding itself. Suffice to say in that intervening time of separation we’d never had eyes for anyone else and it has stayed that way for all the years since we’ve been married. We left the reception and headed off for our honeymoon and the start of our lives together. Like all newlyweds, after we reached our accommodation, we put our cases aside and quickly helped each other undress. We were stroking and feeling each others bodies, our hands wandering all over and into the most intimate places for each of us. My cock was quite hard and her pussy was nice and moist. We were both ready for a new experience in life. I gently laid Sandy back on the bed and spread her legs wide, taking in the view of her unspoiled and very tempting pussy. It only took a moment and I was at the entrance to that delectable love tunnel and start to enter into her. My strokes were gentle at first but very soon gained a strong rhythm to the point where I exploded my cum into her, releasing a passion between both of us that was beyond our wildest expectations. It was great to be pumping into her with her pussy filled with my love juices, feeling the liquid lubing us both. Shortly after that filling I pulled out of her and enjoyed the sight of my juices running out of her and down her pussy on to the bed. This was the very first time I pumped my cream inside her to which she commented afterwards: “I’ve wanted that to happen since we first made love.” Obviously, we engaged in plenty of sex, mainly of the bed and in the shower. We regularly showered together experiencing the intimacy of each others bodies as well as having our meals together naked. It was a lovely time for us both. On the Sunday afternoon, after we’d come home, gotten naked and had lunch, we went to the bed where we were passionately engaged in some more strongly passionate sex. As I was vigorously moving in to and out of her and her legs were raised to allow better penetration, she, without any coaxing or suggestion from me, suddenly and naturally clamped her legs around my waist and held me in her grip until I filled her with my juices again. It was an experience that I remember to this day because, when I shot my juices into her for me, it felt so strong that I felt I was filling her up into her throat and stomach. It was a delicious sensation. Aaah, the joys of sexual exploration. We enjoyed our new found freedom with each other during that time of honeymoon, touching, rubbing masturbating sucking and fucking each other. Then, of course, reality set in and we had to get on with life. Life followed what I would say was a predictable pattern for most couples: Plenty of wonderful sex, Changes of jobs, Setting up a home, Pregnancies and children and all the other responsibilities that these and other things bring in life. During this time we did do some new “things” for us. We tried all the new/usual positions for sex, we started to read some porn online and then graduated to watching videos, fucking while watching the movies. This all helped us really enjoy our sex together. We always followed what we believed was a conservative and socially acceptable life during which, of course, our kids grew up, left home and got husbands for themselves. So at this point you may be wondering what this has to do with our meeting up with Mal and Laraine at the beginning of our story. It’s simple, really. Like most, if not all, marriages, our sex life had become quite mundane, almost vanilla if you will. That doesn’t mean that we didn’t experiment within our vows, however, we did stay true to our vows and remained monogamous throughout. But, after some thirty plus years together, like it or not, a sameness started to develop as it likely does in any marriage and it became noticeable between us. Keep in mind that we’d been absolutely faithful to each other and our vows but, by this time, something was missing. So, I started investigating nudism and swinging as a way to liven up our sex lives. Our visits to a nudist resort came first. As we were coming up to our wedding anniversary I suggested to Sandy that we visit a resort for something different. She was very reluctant to do so at first but we booked into a place not too far from where we lived and took a cabin for two nights. It was off season and there were few people there so it gave us both, but Sandy in particular, a chance to be naked around other people and not be concerned. Our visit went well so we did it again later in the year when the weather was again warming up. There was nothing untoward happening during these visits, just enjoying being naked with others and enjoying the spa with others They were enjoyable times. However, there was still the area of “swinging” or “the lifestyle” that we had to talk about. As you can likely guess, Sandy was very reluctant to consider it at first and it took a lot of talking with each other so that she would see the possibilities of such activities. Remember, conservative values, one man and one woman devoted to each other to the exclusion of all others, all that sort of thing. There was never any coercion, just honest discussion and the facing of the facts of our situation in life. She ultimately came around to the idea of sharing our bed, lives and bodies with others who also wanted to do so. So here we were, having a “meet and greet” with Mal and Laraine with the object of further exploring this path we’d chosen to investigate. They were a lovely couple, as we found out over lunch. They were experienced swingers who’d contacted us after we put an ad on an adult website about looking into “the lifestyle.” As with us, Mal and Laraine were no Ken or Barbie. He was a bit over weight and she was small with nice breasts, no centerfold figure but she had personality. They were a truly great couple. We had an enjoyable lunch together during which they did all the explanations and we asked most of the questions. Poor Sandy was somewhat shocked at the openness of the discussions that ensued as we’d never had sexually explicit talks with other couples, only ourselves. However, she didn’t shy away and when, after lunch, we invited them to to our home for coffee they accepted readily. We had our coffee and split up into pairs to talk. Mal and I went to the shed where I showed him my man cave and we discussed the lifestyle while Sandy and Laraine talked together on the back porch. That was interesting because Laraine is a very open and sexual person (as we’ve since found out) and I think she somewhat shocked Sandy with her openness and directness. After we all got back together I had the suspicion that they were quite prepared to enjoy sex with us there and then but Sandy and I demurred on that and asked about meeting up with them again and at that time maybe going further. They were okay with that. Two weeks later we were driving to their home to stay and start seeing what this lifestyle was all about. After we’d settled down and put all of our things in our bedroom we had more discussions and after dinner we eventually decided to take the plunge. We went into our bedroom while Mal and Laraine went to theirs and we took all of our clothes off. We looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and said: “let’s go” and walked naked into their bedroom. Mal and Laraine were also naked and waiting for us. There was nice incense burning and candles giving off a subdued light. At this point I should say that Sandy loves a good massage and Mal gives a good one so she went over to one side of the bed and lay down inviting Mal to start the massaging. We’d already agreed that I wouldn’t get ahead of Sandy and wouldn’t have sex with Laraine if she, Sandy, wasn’t ready to go that far with Mal at this time. And that’s what happened. Our first swinging experience was limited to a full body massage for Sandy, including between her legs, while Laraine sucked my cock quite vigorously and I fingered her pussy as well as engaging in some fairly passionate kissing. Neither Sandy nor I had a cum during that first experience but we were happy with that as we’d crossed a barrier and were comfortable about it. The sex we had that night (or was it the next morning) was better and wetter than we’d had for a long time. Our hosts commented to us at breakfast about hearing us fucking like mad. We all laughed at that. It was a very enjoyable overnight stay but, for us. It was a good start. I don’t remember how long it was before we visited with them again, I think it was only a couple of weeks later, but things were very different on this visit. It started out similarly to our previous visit, getting naked, joining them in the bedroom, a massage for Sandy and some good oral for me, but Sandy and I had already agreed that Sandy would let Mal fuck her this time. He went through the whole massage routine while I was having fun with Laraine and then I saw Sandy get up on her elbow and slowly take Mal’s cock into her mouth and start to gently suck his member. This continued for a little while until I watched Mal remove himself from Sandy’s mouth and then move to where he could spread her legs, after which he moved his face into her pussy and started orally pleasuring her. I could hear the rapid increase in her breathing and see the gentle convulsive movements of her body as her orgasm potential increased. It was at this point that Mal stopped his oral pleasuring of Sandy and moved his body so that his member was poised to enter Sandy’s pussy when he was ready. I watched, fascinated, as Mal slowly pushed forward into Sandy and started to move in a way that clearly showed he had gently entered her pussy and was beginning to fuck her. He slowly increased his speed pleasuring sandy in the process. What a sight. Here was the woman I loved and who had never been with any other man except me now being fucked by another man for the first time. What a turn on. That gave Laraine and me the green light to also start fucking each other and we did so, both couples enjoying all that was happening. I didn’t feel any pangs of jealousy at seeing Sandy with another man, rather I found it fascinating to watch her in such activities and have ever since when the opportunity has presented itself. Laraine had a nice, tight pussy. As with my first time with Sandy, I moved between her legs and poised my very erect and hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. I slowly started to push into her and move in and out with slow rhythm. She commented on the size of my cock telling me it was quite big, which was pleasing to me. I’ve never thought my cock was anything but an average size but Laraine’s comments about my size were certainly very welcome. I enjoyed my firm strokes pressing into her pussy for some time. I felt myself hitting up inside her and touching the limit of her pussy. It was exhilarating. Again, we didn’t cum but I said to Laraine that we could continue this in the morning. When Sandy and I got back into bed with each other she told me she was happy to do that with Mal was also happy to do that with Mal. The next morning saw Mal and me swapping beds and partners and continuing the pleasuring where we left off the previous evening. Laraine and I climbed into bed with each other and took up where we left off the night before. We immediately started groping each others bodies, she stroking and sucking my cock while I, in turn, generously fingered her lovely tight pussy. As her moaning's’ become stronger I took the opportunity to spread her legs and climb on top of her. There was no resistance. She was waiting for me to plunge my cock deep inside her once again which I did so quite firmly. I continued with firm thrusts into her as her pleasure increased until I could no longer contain myself and shot my cum deep inside her willing pussy. What can I say but that we relaxed in each others arms in the afterglow of our sex. I don’t know exactly what happened in our bedroom between Sandy and Mal but in talking with her afterwards I found out that she also had a very pleasurable time with Mal as her explored her body again, stroked her breasts and fingered her pussy until her also climbed on top of her and enjoyed a very pleasurable fuck together. Sandy told me she had a good cum and was given a healthy deposit of Mal’s cream. That experience changed our lives. We’d moved from being a mundane, conservative, sexually vanilla, suburbanite monogamous couple to active lifestylers with a revitalized sex life. And we haven’t regretted it. We’ve since enjoyed twosomes, threesomes and foursomes with others and I have enjoyed “sloppy seconds” with Sandy after a threesome; we’ve had liaisons with other couples at different times, some good, some just so-so. But our own sex life has increased and is more pleasurable than it has been for some years. We’ve also become firm friends (with benefits) with Mal and Laraine and we still meet together for fun and friendship on a semi-regular basis.

6 May 2026

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I knocked on the door of his hotel room. When he answered and opened the door it felt like a job interview... I was nervous, dressed in a professional skirt and top, while he was intimidating, and I didn’t know what he’d ask of me. He offered me a drink but I said no… probably should have said yes. So we stood there just looking at each other... me awkwardly, him far too confident. ‘well you better get on your knees’ he said. Omg really? Just like that? Yes please. And so I did. I knelt there looking up at him as he began to stroke my hair. Undid my hair clip and ran his hand trough my now messy hair. As he took a handful of my hair, and moved my face up to meet his. ‘You know what to do ‘ he said. And it did I unbuttoned his belt, unzipped his trousers until his cock was there, right before me. I knew what to do... and I think I did it well… He only made a slight moan as I took him as deep as I could. He grabbed my arms and stood me up, told me to take off my underwear. As I did he reached out his hand and made me give them to him. ‘Open your mouth.’ I did. He put my underwear on my mouth and turned me around by my shoulders to face the bed. Pausing briefly to pull my arms back. He pushed me forward toward the bed. I knew what was coming and just how much I wanted it… Thank you for reading x

4 May 2026

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Yeah this happened a couple of years ago. It was a hot summer night so Peter, my husband, and I decided we’d go to the beach just to lay on the sand in the cool breeze. Well we’re in there with a bottle of wine and if you know me three reds and my legs fall open so after three legs three wines yes Peter‘s got my knickers off. His face is buried into my pussy he is eating me like his last feed. I lay back enjoying myself as I looked at there was a guy sitting on a log and he would not have been 20 m away from us so being in a full moon and the only ones on the beach he was watching I didn’t tell Peter. I just laid back and enjoyed view which would’ve been a good 8 inch cock and fat and slowly started to rub. Well let me tell you that was enough for me. I came all over for people he was. He did not know what hit him, yeah so that no I did not have sex with the on the beach, but I did watch him come that’s for another story

3 May 2026

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