Anna and Craig had been married a while he was 59 tall 6ft muscular build with a bald head, Anna was 60 not so tall light brown hair firm d size tits very large, sensitive nipples, her pussy was smooth regularly waxed had large pussy lips and a large clit, she was in good shape. Their sex life was good and lately they had been experimenting with MMF threescore. Craig liked to watch Anna being fucked before joining in. They chose older guys as they were less hurried and more attentive. One day Craig said he had secured some tickets to a private adult’s party being held in town on sat night would she like to go? She said yes thinking it could be fun. Well sat came around and Anna was deciding what to wear it was warm so nothing too heavy she thought. She picked a white lace g string to start it felt good against her smooth pussy, then a white lacy half cup bra it made her tits look even bigger and only just covered her nipples. Then she chose a white flowing dress that had press studs up the front, she put it on undone a few studs so she was showing ample clever. Craig walked in and said "mmmm fucking hot" she smiled kissed him passionately then they left for the party, Anna was excited but also a little nervous… They arrived at the venue showed their tickets to the door man and went inside. The lights were dim the music kinda loud there were around 50 people there most around Anna and Craig's age some sat in booths a few dancing, the place smelt of perfume and sex Anna thought. Craig saw a tall table in the corner and guided Anna towards it. He left her there as he went to the bar for drinks. Anna was looking around the place there were people in the booths chatting, a few were necking a couple of the women were topless dancing. She then looked at the bar where Craig was getting drinks, he was talking to a large black man at least 6ft6in tall really broad shoulders and muscles all over his white shirt ready to burst and a bald head Craig came back with the drinks " he's a big man " Anna said " yes his names Floyd he's on a working holiday from America" Craig replied Anna looked over at Floyd again he smiled at her then continued serving drinks. After a while Craig pulled Anna close to him and started kissing her his hands working all over her back and arse, he lifted her dress up grabbing her firm arse cheeks pulling her even closer she could feel his hard cock pressing against her. He moved his head down kissing her neck moving between her tits he reached behind her unhooking her bra freeing her tits as he slipped a nipple into his mouth sucking gently, Anna felt her pussy getting wet as an orgasm was building as Craig moved to her other nipple this time biting gently, well that was enough and she came a nice gentle orgasm, but she knew there were more to come and Anna was a squirter. Craig slid down the wall onto his knees lifting Anna's dress up and slowly pulling her now wet G-string down she stepped out of it exposing her throbbing pussy to him. Nobody could see as the corner was dark and Craig was hidden by Anna's dress. Craig gently flicked his tongue across her clit before taking it into his mouth sucking it hard and well that was it, she squirted all over his face as he sucked harder before putting his tongue deep inside her dripping pussy. She heard herself moaning as she grabbed his head pulling it even closer to her pussy. Then she sensed someone behind her and a big pair of black hands reached around her grabbing her tits pulling her close to his body it was Floyd the barman his hands almost covered her tits as his fingers played with her now erect nipples she came again so intensely. Then Floyd reached down and grabbed her arse cheeks and effortlessly picked her up placing her legs on Craig's shoulders, let legs spread wide and Craig started devouring her pussy sucking her large pussy lips into his mouth as Floyd worked her tits and nipples over with his huge hands, well squirting wouldn't cover it she just gushed the next orgasm she could feel it running past Craig's mouth down to her arse. Floyd picked her up once more and placed her back on the floor. Craig stood back up but Anna's legs had gone to jelly and she slumped to her knees. Craig took the opportunity and got his cock out a nice hard 7ins and placed it against Anna's mouth well she licked the pre-cum from his knob before taking the entire length into her mouth Craig let out a groan she loved sucking cock, she reached for Floyd's cock who had also got it out and as she grabbed it she gasped, she could barely fit her hand around it, it was that fat and at least 9 inches. Anna spun her head round letting Craig's cock pop out of her mouth to look at Floyd's oh fuck she thought it's a monster she opened her mouth wide sliding the huge head into her mouth and started sucking but try as she may she could only fit 2 thirds into her mouth she was dribbling saliva all over it. Craig was stood next to Anna's head hiding what she was doing from any prying eyes. Stroking his cock as she sucked on Floyd's cock who was now gently fucking her mouth. Pretty soon she felt him tense up and then into the back of her came the biggest load of cum she had ever experienced she tried swallowing it all but couldn't and it dribbled down her chin onto her tits. Floyd eventually pulled out but before Anna could catch her breath Craig shoved his cock into her mouth giving her a second load of cum down her throat. He pulled out and they both helped her to her feet, she smiled at them both licking her lips and said, "oK now take me home and fuck me" Both guys agreed. Floyd went to finish up at work as Craig and Anna went to their car, Floyd met them at car and hopped in the back with Anna, on the drive home Floyd and Anna were kissing he then slid his hand up her dress feeling her sopping wet pussy before pushing a finger deep inside her she came instantly, Craig was catching glimpses in the mirror every now and then as Floyd spread Anna's legs and pushed a second finger into her, his hand now dripping with her juices, Craig looked in the mirror just in time to see Floyd place his fingers into Anna's mouth and watcher her greedily suck her juices off them. When they arrived home Anna virtually ran to the bedroom and stripped off, Craig and Floyd followed both stripping off as they went, Anna was on the bed legs wide apart her pussy swollen and inviting, Floyd moved in between her legs and placing his huge know head against her pussy slowly pushed well Anna moaned so loud as her pussy was stretched to its limit but there was still more cock to go in until finally he was deep inside her, she was breathless as he started to pump her stretched swollen pussy, Craig was watching intently watching Anna cumming nonstop, then Floyd pulled out and rolled onto his back, Anna got up and got on Floyd reverse cowgirl so Craig could see Floyd's cock disappear into her pussy, then she started to ride him she was loving the feeling of being full of cock. Craig hopped onto the bed and once again put his cock in Anna's mouth, and grabbing her head started to fuck her mouth as she rode Floyd's cock. Didn't take him long to get close but this time he pulled out spraying his cum over her face and tits. Then Floyd grabbed Anna's hips pulling her down even further onto his cock as he filled her with cum Anna got herself off his cock her pussy gaping wide open as Floyd's cum dribbled out she scooped some up with her hand sucking it off her fingers before sucking and licking Floyd's cock clean, she then collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. She woke the next day thinking it was a dream until she felt her pussy which was still swollen. Then she looked up to see Craig and Floyd sitting there drinking coffee. She smiled and thought today is going to be fantastic.

6 August 2026

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I had been thinking about the little Goth chic I had boned a couple of times in what turned out to be nearly a year before. I calculated that I had turned 56 since which made her 24 at the time. My tool was making plans to poke her and well what could I do but go along with its desires. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I hadn’t had a root for nearly six months and my hand just wasn’t doing it for me. Well it was of course but you know what I mean and I really had to lay into myself so much so that I had bruised the shaft of my tool I seem to remember. I visited my ancient aunt a few times (which I used to do anyway as I liked my aunt) in the hope I would run into my little goth chic who also visited her. It didn’t happen and I had a nice visit with my aunt, all of the time my tool was hanging on the Goth chic walking through the door but to no avail. My backup plan was that I walked past the Goth chic’s house every time I visited my aunt. One of those times her mother was in the front yard digging the plants or something. I didn’t really like this woman and I think it was mutual, regardless I said hello and she replied briefly. Like daughter like mother I guess. I enquired how she was and how the family was. She replied occasionally, barely looking up from her plants, that her son was doing all right but Julie (my Goth chic) had moved in with a girlfriend, another Goth by her sneering description of “dressed in black all of the time, what a lot of rot!” just down the street in the units. I sort of agreed with her about the Goth thing, I was more trying to get on her good side really but I have never seen the attraction to that lifestyle but to each their own I guess. My Apologies to any Goths reading this. Despite my Goth chic being dressed in black all of the time and always having a frown on her face I still wanted to get my tool into her as deep as I could so her apparel and surly attitude certainly wasn’t affecting my drive to get my tool between her legs. Out of all of this conversation with my Goth chic’s mother she wasn’t forthcoming with her actual address. She did however say it was in the units of which there was only one block in the street in those days and it wasn’t a big block only having as it turned out, six units. I was homing in on my Goth snatch. The following day I arrived at the front of the unit block. The letter boxes had names on them. People were more trusting in those days. Do people put their names on letter boxes in units today? Anyway, some efficient soul had put names and “Mr.” or “Mr. and Mrs” on five of the six letter boxes. I concluded that the sixth must be her unit and duly found myself standing nervously at the front door of that unit shortly after. After an externity I gathered up the courage and knocked. A big bloke answered the door and somewhat taken aback I asked if Julie was home. He looked puzzled and was about to say something like “there is no one here by that name” when the penny dropped and he said “oh, the Goth girl?” He asked with an upper inflection, “she’s in number three”. I told him I wasn’t sure as I had only seen her a few times but he had of course given me vital information and my quest to get into the pants of my little Goth chic had taken a giant leap forward for my tool. I thanked him and retreated down the stairs as he went back inside and shut the door. Obviously my sleuthing about the names on the letter boxes had failed miserably. I stood once again at the door of my little Goth chic. I knocked and knocked again but there was no one at home. I came back during the day a few times but she/they were probably working and so finally I left a note explaining who I was and did she remember me. Did she remember my massive tool that made her eyes water when I penetrated her tiny little twat and did she remember my balls that hung like billiard balls dangling in a large sac between my legs and were responsible for delivering a massive load of semen into her until it ran back out of her and down our legs in warm slow sticky streams? Ok, I didn’t say any of that; I just left a brief explanation and my phone number. Weeks passed without any call from her. In the mean time my hand had been working overtime and I had blown millions of my little swimmers into the sink or onto the kitchen floor or onto the bed sheets first thing it the morning. One evening the phone rang and I answered it. “hello”, “hello”. They usually get three hellos before I hang up. I delivered number three and was lowering the handset gently to the phone (yeah right) when I heard a “what do you want?” coming from the earpiece of the handset. This conversation is an approximation as it was some time ago but it went something like this. I realized who it was and quickly put the phone to my ear and asked her “I just was wonder if you would like to go for a coffee sometime” in my calm, quiet and charming voice. “no” was the curt reply. An “Oh, ok” from me received a long silence from her. It’s amazing how deep and endless those silences are. They seem to go on forever like the endlessness of outer space or the depths of a woman’s twat (speaking for myself of course, you guys with huge dicks that bottom out wouldn’t know what I am talking about). She erupted back into voice with an “I’m going now”. I replied with a frantic “no, no, wait! What’s your phone number?” These were landlines unfortunately so I couldn’t capture her number. She enquired “why?” “just in case” was my floundering, desperate reply. “in case of what?” she demanded. “Oh, I don’t know” was my even more desperate reply but said in a nice way, sort of relying on her taking mercy on this pathetic little toad (or that is what I felt like) of a dirty old man phoning her up. I wanted to hang up and crawl under my rock but my sex crazed tool wouldn’t let me and I am indebted to it for that at least. If only my tool could talk I could have put it on the phone to argue with her but I was stuck with having to adlib and keep her talking. “No’ was her terse reply to my desperation. I resorted to patheticism with a touch of humour and hit her with “oh, go on, please, please, please?!” It just bounced off her Goth armour as she mercilessly told me “No! I’m hanging up now!” In an even more pathetic voice (if indeed that was possible) I begged her “no, don’t, just give me your number and I will go”. There was a long empty silence (but she hadn’t hung up so that was a plus) followed by a big exasperated sigh as she blurted out her phone number. I frantically tried to remember it as she hung up. There ensued a frantic fumbling around for a pen and piece of paper before my panicking overworked, blood staved brain I forgot the number. I phoned the following week and then a few times over the months whenever I got horny. Each time I was rebuffed and doomed to my hand for relief. Mind you the vision and thought of my Goth chic seemed to be enough judging by the hearty spurts of hot jism erupting like a geyser from my tool as I jerked myself to energy draining orgasm. Six months went past and I had managed to find another woman to root and a very pleasant root she was. You wouldn’t believe it but she had….. but that’s a story for another time. The Goth chic had gone out of my mind what with this new woman and my work was getting on top of me, I seem to remember. That was a hectic time in my life from a work point of view. One day the phone rang and when I picked it up there was dead silence followed finally by a quiet “it’s me”. I knew who “me” was immediately. I replied “hello” cautiously. She got straight to the point and calmly said “I want you to come around and fuck me”. Now I had been doing this other woman for some time now and but nevertheless my tool and I shortly found ourselves standing at the Goth chic’s front door. Does that make me a cad? I think it does but what can you do when you tool is running the show? I knocked at the door and she answered it shortly after standing there in her usual garb of black but with an extra piercing I noticed, this one through one nostril of her nose. She gestured to me to come in and we proceeded through the lounge room, (her flat mate was nowhere to be seen) and into her bedroom. Strange but certainly to the point as far as what I was there for. This woman, as I have said before, does not indulge in pleasantries or not with me anyway but I felt it wasn’t my place to start the conversation so I stood there, mouth shut. She shattered the silence with “I have a new piercing.” “Yes, I noticed” gesturing to and looking at her nose. “No, not there” she replied with a slightly annoyed and intolerant tone in her voice “here!” and unceremoniously and without any modesty (I love that, so slutty!) proceeded to pull up her dress and pull down the front of her knickers to exposed her naked bald twat (and magnificently plump and inviting it was) complete with piercing through one of her labia lips as she thrust her hips forward in pretence of displaying her piercing for me. My lust gauge went through the roof and steam would surely have poured out of my ears were it possible. I must have been close to passing out with lust but I must have handled it. I grabbed her and threw her on the bed. I think I detected a smile but it was difficult with this woman and I was too busy stripping off to take too much notice. She was silent but with a slightly bemused (Yes! She was showing some emotion!) “what is he going to do next” look on her face as she let me use her body for my lustful desires. She had loosened her (what turned out to be a) skirt and I ripped it off and it sailed through the air and across the room as I dragged off her panties (hauling her arse up in the air briefly to release the panties) to expose her lovely twat once more. The panties followed the skirt and landed somewhere as I fixed my gaze on her twat She opened her legs for me and I stepped up as she lay there on the end of the bed with her legs sort of half up in the air and dangling. I hooked my arms under her thighs and pulled her to edge of the bed. As much as I wanted to plunge my hot meat into her, her lovely twat was lying there plump and bald. Pathetic old git that I am, I dropped to my knees, I just had to lick and suck on her lovely young lips. The bloody piercing clacked against my teeth somewhat annoyingly and I had a good munch but only briefly as I resumed my tool’s triumphant campaign on the prize between her legs. I took my tool in hand and avoiding her new piercing I pressed my tool between her twat lips, still wet with my saliva and drove it in, very satisfyingly, up to the hilt. Oooh, I had been wanting to do that for some time and it felt sooooo good. You know that feeling when you can feel her vagina’s pressure on your tool, nice and tight and squeezing your knob and shaft like a friendly hand. Dispelling the myth that guys can’t multitask, I ripped open her blouse to exposed her braless tits, gave them a good feel as I bent over her, my tool well and truly buried inside her snatch and felt her lovely little tits, pinching her nipples much to her delight judging by her gasps as I squeezed and kneaded her tiny mounds. Fwoar, I love tits. I returned to my main task, held her legs and thrust my hips into her, driving her back and forth on the bed, enjoying the view of her uniformly white soft skin all over her body. No sun tanning for this little Goth, her white skin was positively dazzling and her black hair contrasted brilliantly. We had a lovely root and she was mostly expressionless except for a slight grimace due to the pain I suppose as I rooted her like the animal I am. I’m not sure but I think it is her expressionless demeanour that I find so horny and her seemingly contradictory desire for me, a relative ancient guy and dirty old man to boot, to fuck her fanny until it is sore. I held her legs and concentrated on rooting her until, with sweat pouring off my old guy brow, I unloaded into her. I pulled out, trying to squirt cum onto her belly, sadly not very well. She told me “eew! Stop that its erky!” which made me strive even more to squeeze cum out of my spent meat. The viscous white cream formed up in a reasonably large knobbley glob that extended down slowly until the strand of goo holding it up finally broke sending it hurtling down to splat onto her stomach. I took my increasingly flaccid tool in hand and shook off the remaining jism onto her belly and legs. I wiped myself with her skirt (it was closest) and told her I would be back in a couple of weeks for more. “You think you will” she shouted as I disappeared. I went back after a couple of weeks and we had another nasty fuck. As I was getting up and wiping myself off she told me to come back on a certain day when her (female) flat mate would be there. I knew her flat mate was also a Goth as the mother had told me when I was trying to find this one. I agreed and left. Our curiosity of the pending meeting with her flat mate made the time pass slowly for my cock and me until finally on the specified day we found ourselves knocking on their door not really knowing what to expect. Julie opened the door and told me as abruptly as always to come in. I walked into the lounge room and there standing was her room mate, decked out as you might expect, with dark clothing on, typical Goth style. I smiled at her and introduced myself. Without answering she said to Julie “oh, he’s disgustingly old!” with a quietly smiling sneer on her lips. I didn’t think I was that old but what the heck I didn’t care what they thought. Well, I did actually. I could only take so much of this negative sneering talk and it was getting to me. I let out a big sigh and said, “yeah, well nice meeting you” and turned to leave. The new chic quickly told me not to leave and said “no, don’t leave; I like it that you are disgustingly old”. That was encouragement in a negative sort of way and as damaged as my old guy ego was I decide to stay and see what eventuated. Julie’s flat mate (we’ll call her Maggie because of her black and white plumage and I can’t remember her real name for the life of me) said to me “so you’ve been fucking “Jules” have you?”. I replied “yes” with a slightly guilty and yet proud sounding tone. This little bitch was making me feel guilty and I didn’t even know her! “Aren’t you a little bit old for her?” she taunted me mercilessly. “I don’t remember her complaining” I replied defensively as I glanced over towards Julie. Julie almost smiled which made me feel a bit better and then she walked out of the room and into her bedroom. “Do you want to fuck both of us together?” Maggie asked somewhat unnecessarily. “I might, if you asked nicely” was my corny reply. I glimpsed Julie out of the corner of my eye as she reappeared from her bedroom stark naked, walking past me and into the bathroom. I followed her and watched her with her back to me adjusting the shower temperature, gazing at her gorgeous arse and her white skin. Maggie followed me into the bathroom and had already started to strip off as she passed me. Maggie sat down on the loo and peed unashamedly as I looked directly at her with a satisfied look on her face for such a long time. I took the hint and stripped off to stand there naked and stroking my meat in front of the gorgeous white bodies in front of me. Maggie finished her pee and stood up, her tits were larger than Julie’s but Julie’s shape was better. Maggie’s tits were largish and full and she had a tattoo on one breast and several on her arm. Julie had a tattoo that I hadn’t noticed before on her back just above her arse. I wanted to pee but I couldn’t now as my tool was almost fully erect. They both climbed into the shower and proceed to soap each other up. I was getting aroused big time. This was horny to watch. The soapy bubbles running down over their white skin, over their shapely curves and on down their legs as they stood there up against each other, rubbing their tits up against each other and then having the mother of all tonguings. If I wanted them to invite me in I think I would have waited longer than I cared to so I stepped into the shower recess which was one of these relatively modern showers with just a sheet of toughened glass and no door and plenty of room for three people or more actually. They were still in their clinch and still tonguing each other, completely ignoring me as I rubbed up against the arse of one of them. I was in no mood to differentiate between the two when it came to female bodies. I just wanted to rub up against a female form and either one would do. I loved the way their bodies squished up against each other and the way the soap ran down their bodies when I applied it. I actually enjoyed them ignoring me as I went about my fondling of both excellent female forms. I say excellent as in reality they were both average to good shapes not really excellent I suppose, but nearly all female bodies (naked or not) excite my cock and me, so in that sense they were excellent. I soaped them all over, shoulders, necks, tits arms, arses, between their legs, in their arse cracks. I couldn’t get to their pussies as they were busy rubbing their twats on each others thighs. I just felt them all over. My tool was feeling left out when they suddenly ceased their attention toward each other and turned to me. Their hands went everywhere, I suppose in retaliation. They were fighting over my tool initially but then seemed to come to a silent conclusion to simply share me around. I felt a hand grab hold of my tool and it wasn’t gentle at all. I didn’t really mind it rough but then someone else grabbed hold of my balls and as we guys know, balls and roughness are a whole different ball game (so to speak). The concern for the well being of my balls lessened somewhat as I felt a hand go between my buns and then a finger loitering around my arsehole tantalisingly and then I felt it penetrate me, which nearly made my ears pop. I am not sure how to describe the sensation. Was it pleasure or pain or excitement or fear or ….what? To add to the uncertainty I realised that it must have been Maggie as Julie was standing in front of me and Maggie was an unknown quantity so I Have to say that I was a little concerned. I was playing with Julie’s tits as I felt the finger withdraw from my arse hole with a sense of relief I continued to explore both of their bodies and they switched to and from my bits as I did so. The games slowed and appeared to be over as we all grabbed towels and dried ourselves and I made sure both of their young bodies were really dried off properly. Maggie commented something like “ooo, he really is a dirty old man isn’t he” as I toweled up between her legs, gently but firmly rubbing up and down between her twat lips. She stood back and inspected me as I dried Julie, “Look at that disgusting gut and sagging skin”. That made me look! I thought to myself, “What sagging skin?!” I’ll admit to the gut, ….a very slight gut! But sagging skin?! “Bring that gut in here old man” Maggie demanded as she took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. My tool certainly didn’t have any wrinkly skin on it. It stood out long and hard, the knob purplish and shiny and the whole menacing lump of meat swinging from side to side (and proud of it I was) as she led me into the bedroom. They gathered around me, looking up into my face as if looking up at their father and waiting for me to take the lead. Julie ran her hand through the hairs on my chest (she had done that on previous occasions) and Maggie fondled my arse yet. As I looked down at them I realised that I probably outweighed both of them combined and they seemed fascinated with my body. I took hold of Julie and laid her on the bed and spread her legs and told Maggie to lick her twat. Maggie didn’t have to be told twice and went to drop to her knees between Julie’s legs. I stopped her, bent her over from the waist and pushed her head down so she could access Julie’s twat and also so that I could now take Maggie from behind. Maggie caught on and grabbed both of Julie’s legs that were bent at the knees, pulled her face down between Julie’s lovely warm thighs (I remember the warmth of Julie’s thighs on the side of my face from our previous meetings) and started to lick and slurp her way around her gapping snatch. It looked awkward but she had the advantage of youth on her side and I needed to use all of the resources at my command to make sure I would last the afternoon out. I pulled Maggie’s waist and arse more upright as I needed to avoid bending my old guy knees as much as possible so that I could keep up my rooting of Maggie’s pussy for as long as possible. I pressed my tool into Maggie’s twat and slowly pushed it home, watching as I slid my shaft inexorably into her, until my groin met her buns and I couldn’t see my tool anymore. I took a good hold of her hips and rubbed my groin into her buns before withdrawing slightly and commencing a good steady rooting of Maggie as she continued to slurp away between her friend’s legs. Despite Maggie’s gruff personality, I quite liked her and her arse was very nice to gaze down at as my tool disappeared and reappeared glistening, as I rooted her. I love seeing my tool partially embedded in my woman, the shaft framed by her buns. Sadly I got a little too excited too soon as I couldn’t control my lusting for this cheeky young wench and went into frenzy fucking mode, pounding into her and blowing into her shortly after. I emptied the contents of my tool and balls into her, pulling her into me and lifting her off the ground with my hands firmly locked around her hips ensuring that I was buried deep inside her, driving into her with two or three final groin muscle clenching, neck muscle stiffening, desperate thrusts as I strained to give her every last drop. Julie looked disappointed that I hadn’t fucked her as well but I promised that I would make it up to her next time. As usual she didn’t say much and so I dressed and left, leaving them to clean themselves up.

5 August 2026

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Paul was on holiday in Perth the weather had been great mid 30s. He was just getting back to his hotel when he saw a lady getting out of a cab, blonde hair very nice body white flowing skirt with a white shoestring thirty on. What stood out was the fact she had no bra on and with nice firm tits like hers why would she her nipples just showing signs of being slightly erect. Mmmmm hot Paul muttered to himself, he saw she was struggling with some boxes so he offered to help her. She gratefully accepted his offer and loaded him up with boxes. He followed behind her taking in the sight of her nice tight arse, she introduced herself as Sue and Paul introduced himself. They got to her room and Paul followed her inside, on the lounge was a tallish muscular man bald head who sue introduced as Steve her husband, Paul put the boxes on the coffee table and shook hands with Steve. I see you've been shopping again Steve said to Sue she just nodded and smiled. Sue asked Paul if he would like a beer he said yes and sat on the lounge next to Steve. She got him a beer from the fridge and then turned around and bent over to pick up one of the boxes. Well Paul got a nice view of her arse a white g-string parting the nice firm arse cheeks. Steve saw Paul looking and said "great sight isn't it" Paul nearly choked on his beer and replied "fantastic". Sue turned around holding up a sheer see through red negligee and asked Steve what he thought, " maybe try it on so we can see " he replied, so Sue walked off to the bedroom and a few moments later she was back, well Paul's jaw dropped she was hot her tits were fantastic and firm her nipples now erect and she had a smooth pussy with huge lips. "What do you think" she asked both Steve and Paul replied "hot". She smiled and came over kneeling on the floor between both of them, she grabbed Paul's already erect cock through his shorts then pulled it free his 7ins sprung out mmm she muttered as Steve freed his cock from his shorts around the same size as Paul's but fatter. Sue leant over licking Paul's knob head as she gently stroked Steve's cock. Then without warning she took his entire length into her mouth, Paul gasped. "She loves to deep throat" Steve said. And she did indeed love it she moved between the 2 cocks deep throating them in turn getting them close to blowing then stopping, was such an experience for Paul. She then climbed onto the lounge and put her pussy right in Paul's face he could smell the sweet aroma of her pussy and her lips were indeed big as was her clit. Well Paul just started tonguing her sweet pussy he felt her shudder then tasted her juices as she orgasmed he sucked on her erect clit making her orgasm once more. Steve was content to watch his wife have pleasure, Paul continued tonguing and sucking on her pussy he couldn't get enough of her sweet juices, she then shifted her position so Paul could tongue her arse, was just as sweet as her pussy but oh so tight, after a while and many orgasms Sue slid down Paul's body and straight onto his cock. Her pussy was surprisingly tight even after all her orgasms, she started to ride Paul's cock as he finally got to suck on her nipples taking them into his mouth gently sucking and biting them, Sue threw her head back as she orgasmed again on Paul's cock. "Leave your mark" Sue whispered to Paul so with that he sucked on first one tit then the other leaving big love bites on each as she moaned and came again. She then climbed off Paul's cock and straight onto Steve's fat cock she moaned a little as it went deep inside her before she started riding him. Steve looked at Paul and said "fuck her arse she loves it" well Paul needed no second invitation and got up behind Sue who leant forward offering up her arse, Paul put his cock head against her arse and slowly pushed he felt it pass her sphincter and she moaned loudly and started to push back well Paul pushed forward until his entire length was deep in her arse. He then started gentle in and out strokes he could feel Steve's cock in her pussy. After a few minutes Sue said "fuck me hard please" well with that Paul started pounding her arse she was moaning loudly now as she was cumming and it wasn't long before Paul too was cumming exploding deep into her arse as Steve exploded into her pussy. They disentangled and Sue went to shower saying to the now exhausted guys "I’ll be back soon for more".

4 August 2026

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In Sydney for a work trip, yet again. I was busy, but had assured Steve I would find some players of AMM to keep me busy one night. A few profiles looked promising, and I had been gifted a new strap on dildo, that had a lovely thin smooth dildo on the outside and on the inside, a nice thick plug type dildo for my pussy. I was thinking of a couple, however a profile of two guys caught my eye. They were looking for MFM action, however had stated that pegging was an interest. I recognised one of them as someone who we had met at a play party a few times previously, and I had definitely enjoyed playing with him. I was yet to peg a guy, but was very curious about the possibility of christening my new strap on with one! So after winking them, then him messaging our profile, followed by me calling them - we finally arranged a time for playing at his house, not too far by uber from where I was staying. I had settled on my red leather underbust corset, black fishnet bodysuit and red heels. I wore a coat over the top. My makeup looked great, my hair in a ponytail- I was ready for play. On arrival, I rang the doorbell and Stuart greeted me at the door with a warm smile and a big hug. He ushered me into his townhouse and introduced me to Andy his friend. A couple of wines later and some sexy banter later, I excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up. I applied some flavoured lubricant to my pussy and some desensitising anal lube into my arse. I left my coat on the hook behind the door and strutted back out to the guys who whistled appreciatively. I stood between them and kissed them both as they began peeling off their clothes. They both licked and tweaked my pointy nipples and then rubbed my aching pussy most expertly. I stroked their hardening cocks with each hand, pausing only to spit on my palms. We were standing in the kitchen / dining room but we seemed consumed by lust and had no particular interest whatsoever in moving to a different location in the house. I dropped to my knees and took first Andy, then Stuart into my greedy mouth, sucking and slobbering their shafts, cock heads and then licking those beautiful full balls. I ran my tongue around their sensitive scrotums as I looked up at them, pumping their cocks with my hands. “Which one of you wanted me to fuck their arse” I gasped, pulling out my new red strapon belt. “Yes please!” Gasped Andy. I smiled wickedly at him as I buckled myself into the harness, loving the sensation of the plug slotting nicely home into my wet cunt. “How do you want to do this? I asked “On the table?” Suggested Stuart. “It’s probably the perfect height!” Andy hopped up onto the table as Stuart passed him a couch cushion for his head. As Andy rocked back with his legs back I leaned forward and resumed my ministration upon his cock, but enjoying the increased access to his balls, his taint, and finally his clean waxed arse. Licking and spitting I slipped my finger inside him. Stuart passed me a bottle of lube and I squeezed a generous amount of the cold gel out onto Andy’s arse, laughing at his flinching and complaining about the temperature. I rubbed it into his crack and then along the shaft of my dildo before stepping forward and guiding it into him as he held his knees. It felt amazing as the sensation was transferred into my plug as I rocked forward into him. I reached forward and used my still very lubricated hand to jerk him off as I fucked him… Stuart meanwhile was not wasting time, he had rolled on a condom and stealing up behind me pushed his hardness against my own arsehole. He held my hip and my shoulder and guided himself into my tight hole, before finding a rhythm with me as I fucked his friend’s arse. Stuart cupped my tits and slapped himself hard and fast into me, and I looked into Andy’s eyes as I wanked his cock and pumped his arse. I could feel myself getting so creamy and foamy as I realised how close both men were to cuming. Andy started spurting his load over his stomach, Stuart grunted and strained against me, driving my hips forward to grind against his friend while blowing his load inside me… Stuart slowly pulled out of me, holding the base of his cock tight to keep the condom on. I pulled my own phallus out of Andy with a soft pop and greedily bent forward to mouth his dick as he let his knees fall forward off the table edge. I licked and sucked eagerly as his last spurts dribbled out of his shiny cock head. He moaned and pushed my head down as he enjoyed the end of his orgasm. Stuart stepped forward as well and I carefully pulled the condom free and sucked his final few drops also, before looking into his eyes and pouring the contents of the rubber into my mouth and showing him his load before swallowing it and showing him my now empty mouth…. I furnished him with a cheeky smile and resumed cleaning up Andy’s cum, slurping up the remaining traces and showing him that I was a good little slut and always swallowed all my cum… I could see that the boys were both recovering nearly enough for round two. I suggested that we have a quick drink and toilet break, before we reconvened in the lounge room… I tidied myself up in the bathroom, taking off the strap-on and putting it into a plastic bag to clean and disinfect later. I fixed my hair and makeup and went out to claim my glass of JD and coke. We sat on the lounge with me between the two guys as we chatted and finished our drinks. Then I slipped to the floor between them and encouraged them to sit closer, before beginning to suck them both back to full strength. I licked and rubbed them each alternately, enjoying their obvious appreciation of my skill set. I told Andy to put on a condom, and I stood, turned around and guided him into my still ready and well lubed back door… “I think it’s only fair for you to return the favour, don’t you?” I whispered to him as I shifted myself back onto his length and he seemed quite happy with the gesture…. Stuart stood up and leaned forward, kissing me deeply as his friend fucked the hole he had recently made his. He then straightened up and took hold of my ponytail and firmly fucked my face. My eyes watering as I gagged him down, I put my hands on his hips to help control speed and depth so I could do my best work… We stayed like this for a few minutes, before Stuart pulled out of my mouth, kissing me again. “You are so fucking sexy, you hot slut! You fucking know it too, don’t you?” He growled at me, as he unwrapped a condom. “Do you want us both inside you?” He demanded. “Yes, oh God, yes please! Fuck my pussy while he’s in my arse!” I gasped desperately. He wasted no time pushing me back to get a good angle and then he was jack hammering me as he and Andy found a rhythm. I howled in lustful delight and Stuart shoved his tongue in my mouth to stifle my noise. We lasted a short while before Andy announced that he was getting close. “Cum on my face! Make a mess of me! Please give me your hot loads!” I cried as both men pulled out of my holes and guided me to the floor in front of them. I knelt there as they pulled off the condoms and began to jerk off over my open mouth and pleading eyes. Within seconds they simultaneously started shooing warm sticky ropes of man cum over my face, absolutely drenching me. I then licked them both clean, ensuring they were completely emptied before I asked Stuart to take a few quick pictures of me for Steve. I had a quick shower, got dressed and after kissing them both goodbye and promising to do it again soon, I hopped in my uber and headed back to my hotel… Hope you enjoyed hearing about my adventures, Kryz.

1 August 2026

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Bec had a birthday coming up she was turning 50, she was slim blonde hair firm d size tits with big sensitive nipples. She had always wanted to be gangbanged but had never had the courage to. Fuck it she said to herself I'm going to do it on my birthday,later that night after a good fuck session with her fwb Roger she broached the subject, can you arrange a cpl of guys she asked him. I reckon I know just the guys he replied leave it with me. Roger rang her on the Monday night saying it was all arranged for her birthday that Friday night,well she was excited and a little anxious, the week dragged everything she thought about Friday her pussy tingled. She went and got it waxed on we'd so it was nice and smooth and her pussy lips which were normally big seemed bigger as did her clit. Well finally Friday came around Roger called into her place she was ready just a small red see through negligie her bedroom was adorned with candles and the mirrors would give her a view of everything. She kissed Roger passionately and said thank you,he just smiled and replied happy birthday. The doorbell rang and Roger let in his 2 friends he introduced them as Dave and Bob both relatively handsome aged around 50. They led bec into the bedroom and in no time had her naked on the bed. The sensation of having 3 pairs of hands on her body was amazing and she came,then there were 2 mouths on her tits as another was kissing her passonitly,well with her nipples growing under all the oral attention she came again moaning into bobs mouth as he kissed her. The guys then stopped briefly to strip off, Roger had a nice 7in cock reasonably fat, Dave was about the same but bob had a monster bec just gasped when she saw it at least 9in and as fat as her forearm. They then moved in on her body again Roger kissing her as Dave and Bob sucked on her tits whilst playing with her pussy well she was soaked they easily slipped 2 fingers each into her as she just kept cumming. Then Bob moved down the bed and started tounging her wet pussy sucking her clit and lips into his mouth as Roger and Dave moved up to her head thier cocks near her mouth. She greedily started sucking first one then the other untill they both put thier cocks into her mouth at the same time. She almost gagged but the sensation of having her pussy eaten and 2 cocks in her mouth was just awesome. Bob stopped eating her pussy and she felt him get between her legs his huge cock head opening her pussy before slowly and gently he put his entire length into her. She moaned so loudly with 2 cocks still in her mouth she had never been so full she was just flooding his cock with cum as he slowly pulled right back then slammed right back into her a bit harder every time it was amazing. Dave motioned for Bob to swap and Roger said I have an idea, Bob pulled out of becs now dripping pussy Roger told him to lie on the bed as him and Dave pulled bec up into the doggie position she was right over bobs cock and started to suck it she could taste her juices all over it but try as she might she couldn't take it all. Then Dave got behind her and just thrust his cock deep inside her pumping her wet pussy hard as Roger spread her arse cheeks and started tounging her tight little arse,well she lost it and just started squirting the sensation was just incredible. After about 5mins Roger stopped and Dave pulled out of the dripping pussy. Roger and Dave lifted her up as Dave scooted to the edge of the bed bec could see in the mirror he was putting lube on his cock,then slowly Roger and Dave positioned becs arse above bobs cock and they slowly lowered her down,oooohhhh fuck she screamed as she felt the mammoth head streaching her arse and ever so slowly it pushed past her sphincter and inch by inch it went deeper and deeper into her arse till finally it was all inside her. She felt so full so utterly exhausted but wanted to ride it which she started to do as Dave once again got into her pussy and started pumping fuck it felt good she could feel both cocks rubbing against each other. Roger climbed onto the bed fed his cock into her mouth and grabbing her head started to face fuck her,it wasn't long before he tensed up and with a loud moan blew a huge load down her throat, Dave was next filling her pussy with an enormous load followed by Bob she could feel his cock pulsing as he blew into her arse. After Bob pulled out of her arse she collapsed onto the bed. The guys got dressed and sang happy birthday to her before leaving. Bec thanked them and said she couldn't wait for Christmas.

31 July 2026

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My FWB and I meet every Monday for our usual 3hrs of hot and wet sex. We were kinda bored with it so we decided to bring another male into it So we organised one to meet up and see what happened So the two guys arrived on time so we went to the bedroom and we all stripped off and I laid on the bed with one either side of me So I’m already starting to get wet down there when one of them went down on my pussy while I sucked the other one, by this time I’ve squirted in his face and he’s loving it, so we did that for a bit then the two guys swapped one on my pussy then I sucked the other one and now I’m squirting all over him, I almost made the one I was sucking cum so he started sucking my tits until I cum again while the other one is still down there licking my pussy and eating the cum, it was sooo good, one on my pussy and one on my big tits By this time I wanted them to fuck me so the one on my pussy came up, got on his knees between my legs and started to rub his cock over my clit which again made me squirt and squirt then he came and slid his big cock slowly into my swollen pussy and pounded me until every drop of cum left his cock deep inside my pussy, then his mate came over and started to eat my pussy and clean me up after his mate then he came up and turned me over and told me to get on my knees then he fucked me doggy with big long thrusts until every drop of cum was inside me, he slowly pulled his cock out and then he took a video of the cum dripping out of my pussy which was two loads. It was a great morning had by us all and look forward to adding to our 3some very soon I’m not a very good story writer but hope you enjoy

26 July 2026

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The hotel room glowed with soft lamplight and the low hum of city traffic outside the window. Three friends—two women, Maya and Lena, and their male companion, Jake—sat on the wide king bed surrounded by half-empty bottles of wine and scattered cards. The sexual question-and-strip game had already stripped them down to underwear, skin flushed from alcohol and rising heat. Laughter filled the air until the conversation turned to a heated debate: who licks pussy better, men or women? Maya leaned forward, eyes sparkling. "Blindfold me. Let Lena and Jake each take a turn licking me. I'll decide who does it better." Lena grinned and tied a silk scarf over Maya's eyes. Maya lay back, legs parting, her black lace panties already damp. Lena went first, sliding between her thighs. She pulled Maya's panties aside and dragged her tongue slowly over her swollen clit before sealing her lips around it and sucking. Maya gasped, hips lifting. After a minute, Lena pulled back. Jake moved in, tongue flat and hungry, licking long stripes from Maya's entrance up to her clit. Maya moaned louder, thighs trembling. "Switch," Maya breathed. "Now blindfold Lena." They swapped places. Lena knelt on the bed, blindfolded, ass raised, legs spread wide. Maya tied her long hair back, then bent down between Lena's thighs. She spread Lena's pussy lips with her fingers and licked deep, tongue pushing inside before flicking rapidly over her clit. Lena moaned into the sheets. Jake watched, cock rock-hard. He moved behind Maya as she bent over licking Lena. His hands slid over her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks. He rubbed the head of his cock along her soaked G-string, pressing the fabric against her pussy. Maya pushed her ass higher, inviting him. Jake hooked the thin string aside and eased the thick head of his cock between her wet folds, sliding the tip inside her. Maya groaned into Lena's pussy, burying her face deeper. Her tongue worked faster, licking and sucking Lena's clit with desperate hunger. Lena, still blindfolded, felt the shift in Maya's breathing. "Make her moan into my pussy," she ordered, grabbing her own breasts and pinching her nipples. She reached down with one hand, pressing Maya's head harder between her legs. Jake gripped Maya's hips and began thrusting, driving his cock deeper with each stroke. He spread her ass cheeks wide, watching his shaft disappear into her tight pussy again and again. Maya moaned loudly into Lena's pussy, the vibrations making Lena's hips buck. Lena's legs spread wider. "Fuck, I'm close—I'm going to cum," she gasped. Jake slammed harder into Maya. "Yes, cum hard. I'm going to blow." He pulled his cock free at the last second, stroking it rapidly. Thick ropes of cum erupted across Maya's ass and lower back. At the same moment Lena's body convulsed, thighs clamping around Maya's head as she came hard, flooding Maya's tongue with her juices. Maya kept licking through every shudder, drawing out Lena's orgasm while Jake's hot cum dripped down her skin. They all collapsed smiling laying next to each other. Oth ladies said "I'm not sure we maybe need to try again ."

21 July 2026

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Last night I got a message from a 45-year-old couple looking for some fun. We met at their place and the chemistry was instant. She was a curvy, sexy MILF with a wicked smile. He was fit and clearly excited to watch. Within minutes we were in the bedroom. I started by kissing and undressing her while he sat back stroking himself. She dropped to her knees and sucked my thick cock like a pro while her husband watched. I bent her over the bed and fucked her deep in doggy style, making her moan loud. Then I flipped her onto her back, legs over my shoulders, pounding her hard while she stared into her husband’s eyes. He couldn’t resist anymore — he joined in, feeding his cock into her mouth as I kept thrusting. We switched positions again and again — missionary, cowgirl, spooning. I fucked her in every style while he watched, touched, and joined whenever he wanted. She came multiple times, squirting all over my cock. At the end I filled her pussy while her husband jerked off over her tits. Best spontaneous threesome I’ve had in a long time. Can’t wait to do it again soon 😈

17 July 2026

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I work in a small office just me, Rose a young bisexuality girl dark hair great body with nice small firm tits. We have sex every now and then nothing serious. Then there's sandy a middle aged milf. Blonde hair great tits and a fantastic arse but a tease. She knows she's hot and wears short skirts and see through tops that show her firm tits and big nipples. Guess she can she's the boss. One night after Rose and I had fucked she said she wanted to seduce Sandy and wanted me to join in, of course I agreed. The next day at lunch time Rose went into Sandy’s office closed the door and pulled the blinds down, I waited in anticipation. There was no shouting or screaming so everything must have been going to plan. I left it 15min then went to Sandy’s office. As I opened the door there was Sandy lying on her desk breast exposed they looked better in the flesh nipples rock hard, her skirt was on the floor and Rose was between her legs eating her pussy. Sandy looked up but said nothing and Rose looked at me and said “oh you have to taste this”. Well, I didn't need to be told twice I started eating that sweet pussy licking her clit before getting my tongue deep inside her as Rose sucked and chewed on her nipples. Sandy was moaning and it wasn't long before I felt her cumming into my mouth. Taste this I said to Rose and we swapped places. I sucked Sandy’s tits for a bit as Rose continued the assault on her pussy. I then moved round to Sandy’s head which was draped over the edge of her desk got my cock out and placed it on her lips, well she just engulfed it taking all 7inches deep into her throat I could see her throat bulging as I slowly fucked her mouth, she was a pro at sucking cock. She quivered again as once again she orgasamed. Rose looked up and said come fuck her now, so I reluctantly pulled my cock from her mouth and swapped places with Rose. I pulled Sandy down her desk and slowly slid my cock into her warm pussy which was still very tight. I saw Rose climb onto the desk facing me as she lowered her pussy onto Sandy’s mouth. I just continued to slowly fuck her pussy long deep in and almost out strokes she must have been doing the job on Rose’s pussy because her eyes closed and I knew she was cumming. With that I started to pound Sandy’s pussy harder until I exploded deep inside her filling her pussy with my hot cum. I pulled out and Rose leant forward to eat my cum from Sandy’s pussy. I moved to the other end of the table and started to tongue Rose’s arse. But that's a whole other story.

17 July 2026

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We held an outdoor 9 person orgy, 5 men and 4 women with 2 more couples watching. The evening first started with a meet and greet, spent time socialising, it was to the gentlemen to ask a lady to play first. There was mattresses surrounded by fairy light for when it got dark. We had an outdoor lounge room set up for viewing. The orgy lasted for 4 hours, there was straight sex, lesbian sex, 3 men with 1 woman, 2 men with 1 woman, oral sex galore including anal sex, there was a competition to see who could have the most cocks in their mouth the winner was 2. Being watched while being eaten was an empowering feeling,, to grab his head and really grind my clit against his mouth as I cum over and again, I wouldn't let him come up for air. Being eaten with 3 fingers in my pussy felt incredible, I was brought to squirt for the first time ever. The feeling took over my entire body. I quivered and shook as I moaned loudly. I let everyone there know I was cumming and cumming super hard. It took time for me to recover before I could walk again... there's plenty more to what happened in the evening...

7 July 2026

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Lets start this like the old penthouse forum stories... I would never have believed it until it happened to me... ha ha ha (names changed for anonymity) But it did happen... and I was like WTF. Quite a few years ago I was living in country Victoria with my partner, Tammy. Tammy was as straight as an arrow. Her best friend Stacey came up for a long weekend visit. It was around October/November. On the Saturday morning they decided they want to go tour some wineries... guess who was the designated driver. We spent the day driving around wineries sipping wine Tammy and Stacey getting slightly more tipsy as the day progressed. Cut to that night at home. I was able to finally indulge in some good red wine myself. It was decided pizza was on the menu that night. Tammy and Stacey were both already very giggly and well on there way to being drunk. Sitting on the lounge room floor around the coffee table eating pizza chatting away slowly getting through a few bottles of wine. I made some cheeky comments about my plan to get them both drunk. Surprisingly Tammy said something like "And what are you gonna do with us?" I giggled not knowing how to respond. I opened another bottle of red but in the process, I accidentally knocked over an empty wine bottle... as a little joke I spun the bottle. It pointed toward Stacey she looked at me then looked at my partner Tammy with a naughty little grin and biting her bottom lip, she moved in and planted a big kiss right on my lips... I was like WTF thinking Tammy would lose the plot I looked at Tammy, she was smiling. Stacey then spun the bottle and it pointed toward Tammy. I remember thinking how's this gonna play out... Stacey leaned in and kissed Tammy it was an awkward prolonged peck of sorts. Tammy was smiling after that kiss... There was a moment of silence and us all staring at each other i said your turn to spin Tammy. She spun the bottle and it pointed at Stacey. I said well you guys know what you need to do. Tammy was reluctant so Stacey said if you dont do it you have to remove an item of clothing... I'm thinking what is going on here this is escalating... Tammy removed her socks... we all laughed. It was my turn to spin the bottle and it was then my turn to kiss Tammy... or remove an item of clothing... I gave Tammy a big long kiss. Stacey's turn again. She decided to remove an item of clothing... she was sitting there in a bra and jeans. After more spinning of the bottle us kissing each other and more clothing being removed we were all eventually sitting there in just knickers and jocks. I looked at Tammy and noticed a slight damp spot on her grey panties.. I commented saying I can see a wet spot... he he he Stacey then moved into a position saying can you see one here? And she started touching herself through her black panties... said no your wearing black panties... she moved her fingers up showing there was wetness on her fingers she moved them to Tammies lips to my amazement Tammy licked and sucked on Stacey's fingers... Stacey said i can see a bulge in your undies... I thought oh fuck it... so i whipped my undies off revealing my rock hard cock. I was completely naked. Tammy and Stacey both looked at each other and moved toward me and started caressing and stroking me. Stacey looked at Tammy simply saying "can I" Tammy simply smiled. Next thing my cock was in Stacey's mouth Tammy was sitting to the side touching herself through her panties. I started helping Tammy by moving her panties to the side and started fingering her... she was saturated. Stacey stopped what she was doing and moved over to Tammy and started kissing her with big Deep kisses she slowly made her way down to Tammy's nipples. I was sitting to the side just watching thinking OMG. She made her way down on Tammy and removed her panties and started licking and sucking on Tammy's drippings wet pussy. I moved behind Stacey slip her panties off and lay on my back between Stacey's legs and started licking her pussy it was so sweet and wet. Tammy let out some big moans as she came in Stacey's tongue. Stacey moved away looking at Tammy and said your turn Tammy. Tammy had never even done anything like this in the past but immediately started devouring Stacey's pussy I moved behind Tammy and started fucking her doggy style Stacey came hard... hearing both of them moaning and Cumming I came so hard inside Tammy. There rest of the night continued like this in between me recovering... 😊 the next day, Sunday, was pretty much the same no clothes and anyone... When Stacey left to go home at the end of the weekend I asked Tammy If she was ok. She said absolutely I am. We talked about the weekend quite openly she said she loved tasting Stacey on my cock and loved going down on Stacey but she said she still preferred me over pussy. It was the start of many more adventures...

6 July 2026

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Debauchery were having a Friday night orgy. It was an occasional event and was more of an experienced players party than the regular Saturday nights. There were about 30 people in the play area when Greg asked Vicki if he could fuck her. He was a tall guy with a long, thick cock that widened Vicki's eyes when he introduced it into her wet cunt from behind. Initially, Vicki had her hand on my cock and was sucking it but soon gave that up so that she could concentrate on Greg's cock sliding in and out of her. After he had finished, we talked for a while and he asked for Vicki's phone number, saying that he organises the occasional private party that may interest us. We saw him every now and then at Debauchery, and each time Vicki made sure to fuck him. One day he rang her and said he had a couple coming to Melbourne and he was organising a party for them. Vicki said we will be there (see earlier story Sydney Tourists). Later that year another call, with two couples coming from Perth for the AFL Grand Final (see earlier story Grand Final Warm Up Match). One night at Debauchery, after fucking, Vicki and Greg were talking and Greg suggested that she should try a gangbang. They talked about it and Vicki said she would be uncomfortable in a room with a group of strangers. Greg said he knew a guy, Alan, that organised regular gangbangs and also customised gangbangs. Greg said Alan was very organised and all the guys he used were extremely polite and very considerate of the women and each other. They all knew that any misbehaviour would be the end of invitations to future gangbangs. After that conversation, Vicki and I talked about it. I was encouraging but she was unsure. I left the conversation there, not wanting to push her into something she wasn't comfortable with. In the meantime, we went to Thailand and stayed in a bamboo and grass hut on Phi Phi Island. Once we had time on our hands, I brought up the gangbang question once more. I made sure that these conversations only happened in bed when she was sliding up and down on my cock. We talked about numbers and her fantasies. She told me she was worried that I would think she was a slut if she had a gangbang. I told her I had seen her at work and was very happy knowing she was a slut, just as I was. The more we talked about it while fucking, the more comfortable she became with the idea and then she asked me how many cocks should she order. I asked her how many she had in mind and she said four. I pointed out to her that she had fucked more guys than that in a regular Debauchery night. She agreed and then suggested six or eight. I said she should make it a significant number and do ten. She was still sliding her wet cunt up and down my cock when she said: “Ok, ten”. With that I started driving my cock into her as she bounced up and down on our way to orgasms. (See earlier story Her First Gangbang).

3 July 2026

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My wife went interstate to see family, we always send naughty texts when apart. I sent her a message to see if she was interested in a fantasy flight home. She replied yes. I then asked her to buy a new dress and new panties which she did. I told her upon arrival to go straight to ladies room and remove her panties. I saw her enter the ladies room. She came out and went to baggage collection. I text her to come back into waiting area where I would be sitting. She sat opposite me and while fiddling in her bag I text her to open her legs and show me her waxed pussy. There was a gent seated next to me. My wife left her legs parted the view was amazing. My cock was so hard. I noticed the gent had also caught glimpse of her pussy. I text her to reach into her bag open her legs wider then stand up walk past us both and drop her panties into his lap. It was so horny. I then followed her my cock rock hard. We drove home she raised her dress so I could see her pussy. Hard to keep my eye on the road. We got home I ran her a bubble bath. I snuck out to loungeroom and lit a number of candles. I had arranged a stranger to give my wife a massage without her knowledge. He arrived perfect timing. I dried my wife with a towel and blindfolded her. I dressed her in pink and white crotchless panties. I guided her to the loungeroom where Rob was naked. I placed her on the massage table and watched on. To her surprise Rob introduced himself to her. She was not aware anyone else was present. Rob then massaged my wife and of course ventured between her legs. My wife moaning her hips jerking in small movements. Rob moved to the top of the table reaching over playing with her breasts. I saw her reaching out to grab his cock I guided her hand onto Robs cock and she guided it to her mouth. It was so hot I placed my cock against her cheek whilst Rob was in her mouth. She took hold of my dick and begun sucking them both putting her had back to lick our balls. Rob then moved to the side of the table and started licking her pussy my wife cum with a purr. He then positioned her over the table and fucked her from behind. To see his cock disappearing into my wife's pussy while she took my cock in hand. Rob fucked her for a while before shooting his load inside her. We then had a drink and sat on the floor removing my wife's blindfold. She then told Rob she would like to see me suck his cock. I was horny as hell and he said yes. I sucked his cock for several minutes when my wife shared his cock with our mouths. Rob started moaning my wife watched me take his load in my mouth. We kissed swapped the taste of his cum and then she kissed Rob and said now its your turn to suck hubby's cock. Rob was eager to please and took my cock in his mouth my wife licking my nipples sent me over the edge and I blew my load into his mouth. My wife then kissed him tasting my cum then kissing me. We poured a wine had a laugh and thoroughly enjoyed the evening.

8 June 2026

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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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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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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 was a quiet Saturday evening. Rain tapped softly against the windows, and the city lights flickered beyond the fogged glass. Anna and David had just finished dinner — a simple, comforting meal shared in silence more out of comfort than awkwardness. Eleven years of marriage had created a rhythm between them, one that needed no explanation. Anna had been unusually quiet all day, her thoughts distant even when her body was present. David noticed — of course he noticed. He always did. But he didn’t push, giving her space, trusting that when she was ready, she’d speak. And now, as they sat on the couch, legs tucked under a shared blanket, the wine in her glass trembled slightly as she held it. That was his first real clue that something was coming. “Dave,” she said, her voice soft but steady, “can I ask you something… a little out there?” He looked at her, curious but calm. “Of course.” She looked down into her glass for a long moment before speaking again. “I’ve been thinking about… us. And ways we could grow. Explore. Stay connected, maybe even push a few boundaries.” David raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Okay. I’m listening.” “I’ve read things,” she continued, her words more tentative now. “Stories, conversations. About couples who’ve invited someone else into their bed. Not in a ‘we’re lacking something’ kind of way. But in a ‘what if we explored something exciting — together’ kind of way.” She paused, watching him carefully. “You mean… like a threesome?” he asked. “With another man,” she clarified. “Just… as an idea. Something to talk about. Something that’s been living quietly in the back of my mind.” The words hung in the air like fragile glass. She didn’t know if they’d shatter between them or be carefully caught in his hands. David leaned back, processing. His first instinct wasn’t jealousy — it was curiosity. And then something deeper: vulnerability. This was new territory. Not unwelcome, but uncharted. “Have you been feeling unsatisfied?” he asked, gently. Not accusatory — just trying to understand. “No. Not at all. That’s not what this is about,” Anna said quickly. “It’s about opening a door. Seeing what’s on the other side. Together. I only thought about it because I trust you and I know we’re strong. I wouldn’t want to do anything that risks us.” He nodded slowly. “So, where does this idea start? Are you picturing someone we know?” Anna hesitated, then nodded. “A few names crossed my mind. I guess that part scared me the most — wondering if it was wrong to even think that way. But one of the people I thought of was Ryan.” He blinked. “Ryan? From your work?” “He’s respectful. Funny. I’ve never sensed anything inappropriate. But he has this confidence… and I think, if we ever talked about this with him — hypothetically — he’d take it seriously and respectfully.” David didn’t speak for a moment. He wasn’t angry. Just… surprised. “Have you ever flirted with him?” “No. I’ve never crossed any line,” Anna said. “This was always just a fantasy — until I got brave enough to talk to you about it.” He sipped his wine, staring at the ceiling for a moment before speaking. “You know what’s strange? I’m not upset. I’m not even really jealous. I think I’m… intrigued. Maybe even turned on by the idea of you feeling that comfortable with me. That honest.” Anna’s shoulders relaxed. She hadn’t even realized how tense she’d been. “I didn’t want to hide it anymore. Even if we never act on it — I wanted us to be the kind of couple that could talk about this stuff.” David turned to face her fully now, taking her hands. “We are that kind of couple. And I love that you’re brave enough to bring this up. If we did go down that road — slowly, carefully — how would we even begin?” “I guess… we talk about it more. Set boundaries. Maybe have a conversation with Ryan — not an invitation, just a feeler. And if it feels wrong at any point, we stop.” He nodded. “And what about the emotional side? How do you think we’d feel after?” “I think that’s what scares me most. And also excites me most. Because it would force us to talk. Be raw. Vulnerable. And that could either deepen what we have… or strain it.” He smiled, a slow, warm smile that said he was with her. “I’d be willing to explore that with you. Step by step. No pressure. No rushing.” Anna felt a wave of relief. She hadn’t realized how much hope she’d attached to his response. “I’m glad I told you,” she whispered. “Me too,” he said. “Whatever we do or don’t do — this conversation already brought us closer.” They leaned into each other, letting silence take over again. But this silence was different — fuller. It wasn’t the absence of conversation, but the presence of something new. Something exciting. Something shared. It had been two weeks since Anna and David had that conversation. Two weeks of subtle shifts between them — longer eye contact, warmer touches, and stolen glances that asked unspoken questions. Nothing had happened yet. But something had definitely changed. One night, as they lay in bed reading, David closed his book, set it on the nightstand, and turned to her. “So… still thinking about it?” he asked casually, though the weight of the question filled the room. Anna placed her book down too. “Every day,” she admitted, not shy anymore. “But only if you are too.” He nodded. “I’ve been thinking about what it would look like. How it would feel — seeing you with someone else. At first, I wasn’t sure I could handle it. But then I started thinking about it more as… experiencing something powerful together. Not losing anything, but gaining something new.” Anna reached for his hand. “That’s exactly how I see it.” They sat in that moment for a beat, eyes meeting in a quiet agreement. Then David exhaled and said, “What if we talked to Ryan?” Anna blinked. “Really?” “Yeah. Just a conversation. See if he’s even open to it. It’s not a proposition — just feeling it out.” Anna smiled, heart racing. “Do you want me to talk to him, or should we both do it?” David thought about it. “Maybe… just you at first. Keep it casual. No pressure. But be honest.” Anna nodded. “Okay. I can do that.” A few days later Ryan was leaning against the bar at the after-work drinks, nursing a beer, when Anna approached. They’d always had an easy rapport — friendly, warm, nothing more than occasional banter. But tonight, Anna felt a new edge in her energy. “Hey stranger,” Ryan said with a grin. “You look deep in thought.” “Maybe I am,” she replied. “Can I ask you something kind of… personal?” He raised an eyebrow but smiled. “Now you’ve got my attention.” Anna glanced around. “Let’s sit.” They found a quiet corner, and she took a breath. “This might sound strange, but… David and I have been having some really open conversations lately. About trust. Desire. Exploration.” Ryan leaned in slightly, curious but respectful. “We’ve been talking about possibly sharing our bed, with someone else. Specifically, another man.” Ryan blinked, clearly caught off guard — but not offended. “Wow. Okay. That’s… unexpected. But also, kinda bold.” She smiled, nervous but steady. “We’re not asking for anything right now. I just wanted to know how you’d feel hearing that. Because, honestly, your name came up. In the most respectful way.” Ryan looked at her carefully, then let out a breath. “I’m flattered, first of all. And… yeah, surprised. But not uncomfortable. You and Dave — you’ve always seemed solid. So if this is something you’re exploring together, that’s kind of incredible.” Anna felt a sense of relief. “I appreciate that. And if it ever went further, it’d only happen with clear boundaries and full consent — from all sides.” He nodded. “Well… if you and Dave ever decide to talk more seriously, I’d be open to hearing what that looks like. But only if everyone’s on the same page. I wouldn’t want to risk your relationship, or my friendship with either of you.” Anna reached over and lightly touched his hand. “That means a lot, Ryan. Thank you.” Later that night… Anna walked through the front door and found David in the kitchen, rinsing dishes. He turned when he saw her, raising an eyebrow. “Well?” She leaned against the counter, a small smile playing on her lips. “He took it well. Really well. He was surprised — obviously — but respectful. And he said he’d be open to hearing more if we ever felt ready.” David dried his hands and came over to her, placing his hands on her waist. “How do you feel?” “Nervous. Excited. A little turned on, if I’m honest,” she said, laughing softly. He kissed her gently. “Me too.” They held each other there in the kitchen, the possibilities pressing gently around them. This was more than a fantasy now — it was a door slowly creaking open. And they weren’t afraid. They were choosing to walk through it. The following days felt surreal. The conversation with Ryan had opened the door wider than Anna and David had expected. They still hadn’t made a decision, but something shifted in the air between them. The idea had grown roots, threading through their thoughts and lingering in the quiet moments — after dinner, in bed, during lazy Sunday mornings. One night, lying together in the soft afterglow of sex, Anna turned to David and asked, “Do you think we’re ready?” David didn’t answer immediately. He stroked her arm, tracing soft lines up and down. “I think we are. But only if we talk everything through — no surprises.” Anna nodded. “Full honesty. No ego. No guessing.” They spent that week drafting the rules. • No one-on-one with Ryan. Everything had to be together. No side conversations. No private texting. • If either of them felt uncomfortable at any point — for any reason — everything stopped. • No emotional entanglements. This wasn’t about falling for someone. It was about exploring something new, together. • Aftercare mattered. They’d take time afterward, just the two of them, to talk. Check in. Reconnect. Once the boundaries were clear, David reached out to Ryan. “Hey mate. Anna told me you handled that conversation really well. Would you want to come over one night soon to talk about it more — the three of us?” Ryan replied an hour later. “Absolutely. I’m honoured you both trust me. Let’s talk first, no expectations.” Anna felt her stomach flutter as she got ready — not out of nerves, but anticipation. She wore something simple but soft: a black wrap dress that hinted at her curves without shouting. David had told her earlier, “Whatever happens tonight, I’m proud of us for even getting here.” Ryan arrived just after 8. He brought a bottle of wine and a respectful smile. The vibe was friendly, not flirty. David shook his hand. Anna hugged him. They sat in the lounge, wine glasses in hand, the conversation casual at first. But eventually, it turned to the topic they were all there for. “We wanted to be open with you,” David said. “This is something new for us. Not some wild fantasy — but something meaningful. We’ve done a lot of talking. A lot of checking in. We’re strong. But we also want to honour our curiosity.” Ryan nodded. “I respect that. You’re inviting me into something intimate. I’d never take that lightly.” Anna smiled. “And we trust you. That’s why we thought of you.” They laid out the boundaries again — nothing rushed, nothing expected. And Ryan, to his credit, listened without ego. “If the night ends and it’s just the three of us talking until midnight and laughing,” he said, “I’m still glad to be here.” The night they crossed the line… It happened a few nights later. A Friday. They’d all agreed: no pressure, and no pretending. If the energy didn’t feel right, they’d stop. Dinner turned into wine on the couch. Wine turned into touching. Anna kissed David first — slowly, deeply — with Ryan watching. Then she turned and looked at Ryan, and David gave her a nod. She leaned forward and kissed Ryan, just once, soft and exploratory. It felt like a held breath was released. David reached over, took her hand, and pulled her close. And the line was crossed. The next hour was a blur of sensation, discovery, and shared electricity. Anna found herself in the centre of it — adored, desired, held. David never once felt excluded. In fact, he said later that watching her open up, seeing her joy, made him feel more connected to her than ever before. They paused often — checking in, locking eyes, whispering “You okay?” and “I’m good” back and forth. It wasn’t just sex. It was something… expansive. By the time Ryan left, around 1am, there were no awkward goodbyes. Just hugs. Mutual respect. And the understanding that something rare had just happened. Afterward… Anna and David lay in bed together, tangled in sheets, silent for a long time. Finally, Anna whispered, “How are you?” David turned to her, his voice low and sure. I thought I’d feel jealous or insecure. But I didn’t. I just felt… alive.” She smiled, eyes misty. “Same. It wasn’t about him. It was about us.” He reached over and touched her cheek. “And I’ve never felt closer to you than I do right now.” They fell asleep in each other’s arms, warm and changed. Not because of what they had done — but because of what they had dared to explore, together. The morning light crept softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bedroom. Anna woke first, feeling the steady rhythm of David's breathing beside her. For a moment, the events of the night before felt like a dream — vivid and alive, yet somehow distant. She traced her fingers lightly over his arm, watching his chest rise and fall. A wave of warmth and gratitude swelled inside her. What they had done — stepping into uncharted territory — was more than physical. It was a testament to their trust, their courage, and their love. He stirred awake and caught her gaze. His eyes were clear, open. No shadows of doubt or regret. “How do you feel?” she whispered. “Different,” he said with a small smile. “Closer to you. I expected confusion, maybe jealousy. But instead, I feel more connected. Like we faced something big — and came out stronger.” Anna nodded, feeling tears prick her eyes. “Me too. It’s strange how it’s not about Ryan at all. It’s about us.” The days that followed were filled with small, tender moments. They talked more than ever before — about feelings, boundaries, fears, and hopes. There were moments of unexpected vulnerability. One afternoon, David admitted, “I caught myself feeling a little left out while you two were… well, you know. But then I realized I was wrong. You were there with me. I was there with you.” Anna smiled, squeezing his hand. “It’s okay to feel that way. It’s part of figuring it out.” They also talked about what this experience meant for their future. “Do you want to do it again?” Anna asked carefully. David considered. “Maybe. But only if it feels right for both of us. No pressure.” “That’s fair,” she said. As the weeks passed, their bond deepened. They found new ways to communicate and show affection. The adventure with Ryan had become a bridge, not a wedge. Occasionally, they met with Ryan again — sometimes for dinner, sometimes for quiet conversations. The friendship remained intact, grounded in respect and honesty. Most importantly, Anna and David learned that love wasn’t about possession or control — it was about freedom, trust, and embracing the unknown together. Months had passed since that first night with Ryan. The memory still shimmered between Anna and David like a secret treasure — something precious that belonged only to them. But life, as it always does, moved forward with its own unpredictable rhythm. At first, their foray into sharing their intimacy with someone else had brought them closer in ways they never expected. Communication flourished, passion deepened, and a new layer of trust took root. Yet with that openness came complexity. One evening, as they curled up on the couch after a long day, Anna sighed softly. “Dave… I’ve been thinking,” she began hesitantly. He looked at her, attentive. “I love what we’ve discovered together. But sometimes I wonder — how do we make sure this doesn’t become something that complicates things? That it stays a positive part of us?” He nodded slowly. “It’s a good question. I think it’s about balance. Checking in — always. Making sure neither of us feels pushed or neglected.” Anna smiled, relieved by his response. “I guess it’s easy to get caught up in the excitement and forget that the foundation is us.” David pulled her close. “Exactly. We have to keep nurturing what’s ours.” Not everything was easy. There were moments when jealousy flickered unexpectedly — small pangs that surprised them both. A glance from Ryan lingered a bit too long, or a casual text would spark an uncomfortable knot in the stomach. One afternoon, David confessed, “I felt a little off when you two were laughing together at that café last week. It wasn’t jealousy exactly, but… I don’t know, it caught me off guard.” Anna reached for his hand. “Thank you for telling me. I want us to be able to share those feelings — no matter how awkward.” They talked through it, dissecting emotions and reassuring each other. Growth and new opportunities As their comfort with the new dynamic grew, so did their sense of freedom. They began exploring other parts of their relationship — passions they had set aside. They took dance classes, travelled spontaneously, and found joy in rediscovering each other. And Ryan? He remained a trusted friend, part of their expanded world but never a replacement for the bond Anna and David shared. One night, after a candlelit dinner, David raised his glass to Anna. “To us,” he said, eyes shining. “For daring to be honest, vulnerable, and brave. For choosing love in every form.” Anna clinked her glass gently. “To new horizons — together.” They smiled, knowing the road ahead would have twists and turns — but that they would face it side by side.

29 April 2026

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As a proud slut, bisexual, yet loves cock, my best gangbang was held on my birthday two years ago. Craig, my hubby, set it up. He finally found 6 blokes for a house party, only five turned up, but that’s ok. That evening, Craig told me to dress as slutty as possible, in heels, but no underwear allowed. My pussy was wet at the thought. Around 8 pm, there was several knocks at the door, and a couple and four single men arrived. That night, after several shots if contro, I leaned over and kissed the female and undressed her and myself. Craig gave her hubby head and then said, ‘take her somebody’. We females that night slept with all the men and hubby. Was licking pussy and taking raw cock. Loved to feel the cum being dropped in me and sharing the experience with another hot slut. She had a great tasting pussy, and I licked her clean several times between fucks. Our pussies leaked cum and our thighs glisten. It was a hot night - just raw slutty fun for a slut wife and her hubby

27 April 2026

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It was the early 2000s, a time when the internet still felt like a separate world—slow, private, and slightly mysterious. I was twenty-two, curious and open to experiences that stretched beyond the familiar rhythm of everyday life. Six months earlier, I had connected with an American couple through an adult-oriented website. What began as casual messages soon turned into long email exchanges that arrived at odd hours—sometimes playful, sometimes thoughtful, always carrying a sense of growing familiarity. Over time, Cathy and Greg stopped feeling like strangers and became something closer to an anticipated story unfolding across distance. They told me they were planning a trip to Melbourne. When they arrived, the suggestion came through email rather than a public meeting place: their hotel on St Kilda Road. The simplicity of it made the moment feel more direct, more immediate. I remember standing in the city that afternoon, the air heavy with heat, wondering what exactly I was walking toward. The hotel lobby was cool and quiet, a contrast to the bright Melbourne sun outside. I took the lift up, watching the numbers rise slowly, each floor tightening the feeling in my chest. When I reached their room, I paused for a moment before knocking. The door opened almost immediately. Cathy stood there first—confident, composed, and unhesitating. She looked stunning and incredibly attractive wearing a black top the accentuated her ample breasts and a shirt leather mini skirt. She greeted me with an easy familiarity that instantly softened the tension of the moment. Greg appeared just behind her, relaxed and welcoming, as though this meeting was simply the continuation of something already underway. They were both nearly twenty years older than me, and that difference was noticeable—not in a way that created distance, but in the quiet assurance they carried. They seemed settled in themselves, comfortable in ways I was still learning to be. Their suite was softly lit. A cricket match played on the television, the steady rhythm of commentary and crowd noise filling the room in a way that felt distinctly Australian and oddly grounding. Outside the windows, St Kilda Road stretched away into the late afternoon heat. Greg offered me a chair and a drink which I gladly accepted while he and Cathy settled casually on the bed. The arrangement felt natural rather than staged, and conversation began easily—first about the city, then about their trip, and soon about places they had explored. Cathy spoke about Sunnyside Nude Beach with an easy openness, describing it as calm and freeing rather than provocative. Greg added that they had spent the entire day there, surprised by how relaxed and ordinary it felt once they were there. “We thought it would feel unusual,” Cathy admitted with a small smile, “but after a while, it just felt like being close to the ocean in the simplest way.” They also spoke about Chapel Street—its energy, its mix of style and nightlife, the way it contrasted with the quiet of the beach. Listening to them, I felt like I was seeing Melbourne again through fresh eyes, even though I had lived there all my life. The afternoon heat lingered inside the room, and after a while Cathy suggested I might be more comfortable without my shirt. It was said casually, without emphasis, simply acknowledging the warmth of the space. I hesitated briefly before agreeing, folding it aside as the conversation continued uninterrupted. Cathy seemed pleased that I had agreed to this. Nothing about the moment felt rushed. Instead, it unfolded in a slow rhythm—talk, pauses, laughter, the sound of cricket commentary rising and falling like background music. Cathy and Greg remained relaxed, occasionally exchanging glances or small smiles that suggested a shared ease with each other and with the situation. Cathy’s presence in particular carried a quiet confidence that shaped the atmosphere of the room, subtle but unmistakable. As the afternoon moved forward, the conversation moved onto their recent visit to Sydney and in particular Oxford Street mentioning that they enjoyed shopping there and even bought the black leather mini skirt she was wearing from there. I commented that it looked really good on her. Cathy then stood up walked across to me and asked me feel the quality and as I did the skirt lifted up ever so slightly to reveal Cathy had no underwear and her freshly shaven pussy came into my full view. I was shocked and excited all at the same time. I felt an instant reaction in between my legs getting very hard. I couldn’t control myself and blurted out Wow that looks nice and ask Cathy can I touch it? Cathy said of course so I rubbed my middle finger ever so slightly across the lips of her pussy. They were moist and wet Cathy could see that I was rock hard so she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the bed. I removed my shorts and underwear one movement and lay on the bed with my head in between Cathy’s legs. Greg was helped Cathy out of all of her clothes. I started to lick Cathy‘s pussy and was totally oblivious that Greg was even there. Cathy moaned and said Oh my God you can do that all day if you like which in my mind I was more than happy to. I think I spent a good 15 minutes enjoying the taste and moistness of Cathy’s pussy. I looked up and Greg was laying on the bed naked, lying sideways watching his wife being devoured by myself. He was jerking off. Cathy looked down at me and said I really want you to fuck me now I didn’t need to be asked twice. I moved up next to her and placed my rock hard penis against her very wet pussy lips and slid in whilst I looked straight into the eyes of Cathy and Greg. Cathy was a great lover she would reach down and cup my balls as I was climaxing which allowed me to maintain the hardness to go again. After a long session we both lay on the bed naked in a lovingly close embrace feeling slightly sweaty. Greg got up and got us both a drink and some fruit from a fruit platter. When I finally left, the transition felt almost abrupt. Greg shook my hand warmly, and Cathy offered a smile that was both familiar and unreadable in its depth—like a memory already forming even as it was happening. Back in the cool air of Melbourne, the city felt sharper, louder, more ordinary. But the experience lingered—not as a sequence of events, but as a mood, a feeling, a suspended moment in time that I couldn’t quite place into words. Even later, what stayed with me wasn’t anything specific, but the atmosphere: the heat of the day, the quiet comfort of the room, the cricket playing in the background, and the sense that for a few hours, I had stepped outside of my usual world into something softer, slower, and strangely unforgettable.

15 April 2026

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