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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This all happened two years ago in another state: I noticed them before they noticed me. It was the kind of café where people linger—half-finished coffees, laptops left open, conversations stretching longer than intended. I’d been there long enough to stop pretending I had somewhere else to be. They sat across from each other near the window. Close, but not quite connected. Their conversation flowed easily, but there was something about it that felt rehearsed—like they knew all the right things to say, just not how to mean them anymore. I wouldn’t have thought about them twice. Except she looked up. It was quick—just a passing glance—but there was something unguarded in it. Curious. Present. Gone a second later, but not before it registered. A few minutes later, he followed her gaze. That one wasn’t accidental. I looked away first. There’s a moment, when eye contact lingers too long between strangers, where it either becomes something—or it collapses under its own weight. I wasn’t sure which direction this would go. They decided. “Sorry,” she said, stepping over with a small, almost self-conscious smile. “This might sound strange, but… have we seen you here before?” It was an easy opening. A safe one. I shook my head. “First time I am not from here” She laughed softly. “Then that’s embarrassing.” “It doesn’t have to be,” I said. “Seems like a good place to come back to.” He joined her then—more measured, but open enough. “We didn’t mean to interrupt.” “You didn’t,” I said. “I was just sitting here pretending to look busy.” That got a genuine laugh out of him. And just like that, it started. What should’ve been a brief exchange turned into something longer. Easier. They pulled up chairs without really deciding to, and suddenly we were sharing a table like it had always been the plan. At some point, names came up. They introduced themselves as Sarah and John—names that felt real enough in the moment, even if later I’d think of them as softened, simplified… offered more for privacy than precision. It suited them. We talked about ordinary things at first. The coffee. The area. Where we’d come from, loosely defined. The kind of conversation people use to test the edges of a connection. But it didn’t stay there. Sarah asked questions that lingered. Not intrusive—just thoughtful enough that they required more than surface-level answers. John spoke less, but when he did, it felt deliberate, like he weighed what mattered before saying it. I matched them without really thinking about it. Gave just enough. Held just enough back. When Sarah suggested a walk, it didn’t feel spontaneous. It felt like the natural next step. “The beach is just down the road,” she said. “Feels like a waste not to.” John glanced at me, not hesitant—just checking. “If you’ve got time.” “I do,” I said. Outside, the air had softened into late afternoon. The kind of light that stretches everything just a little longer than it should. We walked side by side, conversation loosening, shifting into something less structured. On the sand, things changed. Not all at once. Just enough. The openness of it—the ocean, the quiet, the absence of walls—made everything feel less contained. Sarah drifted slightly ahead at times, turning back to pull us into whatever she was saying. John stayed closer, quieter, but more direct when he spoke. That’s when I saw it. Not distance between them—but space. Not empty. Just… unattended. The kind of space that used to hold something important. We stayed longer than we needed to. Let the conversation stretch, let the pauses exist without filling them. By the time the sun dipped lower, it felt like we’d skipped steps—like we’d known each other longer than we had. Sarah was the one who shifted things. “We’re staying just up the road,” she said, gesturing loosely. “An Airbnb.” John didn’t interrupt. “It’s nothing special,” she added, a little too casually. “But… if you wanted to keep talking…” She left it there. She didn’t need to finish. I looked at John. That was the moment that mattered—not the invitation itself, but the silence around it. The unspoken question. The absence of resistance. He met my eyes and gave the smallest nod. Not encouragement. Not reluctance. Just… openness. I could have said no. I didn’t which I am quite thankful for, “Yeah,” I said. “I’d like that.” The walk back was quieter. Not uncomfortable—just more aware. Like we all understood something had shifted, even if we hadn’t named it. The Airbnb was simple. Clean. Temporary. Sarah moved first—offering a drink, filling the space with small gestures. John lingered for a second before settling in. I stayed where I was, taking in not the room, but them. The way they existed together. This wasn’t really about me. I could feel that now. Sarah handed me a glass. “Thanks,” I said. Our fingers brushed. She didn’t pull away. Neither did I. Something shifted. Subtle. Unspoken. But real. I glanced at John as I really wanted to be sure that this was ok or whether we were overstepping some boundaries. He was watching—not tense, not surprised and just smiled. That mattered. Sarah stepped closer, just slightly. Enough to close the space that had been lingering all day. “Do you want another drink?” she asked softly. “No,” I said. She nodded once. Then she leaned in. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It carried everything that had built since the café—the curiosity, the pauses, the quiet awareness that this had been moving somewhere from the beginning. My hand found hers, then her arm, the warmth of her skin grounding the moment. She moved closer without hesitation, her body settling against mine like it belonged there. When we paused, it was only to breathe. I looked at John again. He met my gaze, steady. There was something clear in it now—not distance, not discomfort. Understanding. Sarah reached down and lightly let her fingers brush across the front of my pants. My excitement was difficult to conceal and appeared unfazed by it. She didn’t rush. Her movements stayed unhurried, deliberate, her warmth close, her presence fully there. It wasn’t about urgency—it was about connection, about letting something unfold at its own pace. I lost myself in the moment and in a blur with that fully recalling how Sarah had me standing there fully naked whilst they were still there fully clothed. When I’ve realised this I looked at John hoping that he was okay with this, he just smiled holding his drinking his hand raising it slightly which calmed my nerves. Sarah then moved in closer to me kissing me passionately I’ll let my hands caress her back down her spine to her rear. Her body was warm. I started to feel under her top. Her skin was smooth and silky. She removed her top and bra revealing her beautiful breasts. It wasn’t long again it’s was like a blur as I don’t remember how the rest of her clothes came off but we ended up on the bed both naked with our bodies intertwined. I could feel the warmth of her body all over mine. It felt like heaven she moved herself down my body and slowly tease the tip of my penis with her tongue. It wasn’t long until her mouth enveloped me. I could not believe this was happening but I was thankful at the same time this was chance meeting. For me to choose that coffee shop on that particular day who would thought it would lead to the now. This wasn’t my first time being part of a threesome with a couple but this is probably the most organic and natural way that this is ever happened. Whilst Sarah was sucking me I could feel myself reaching climax so I asked her to stop because I wanted to repay her the favour. We swapped positions and I went down on Sarah. Her pussy was beautiful and sweet the sight of her moving around in please really turned me on.John who was still fully clothed lay down next to me and we each took turns of pleasuring Sara with our tongues. Sara was quite vocal and appeared to enjoy what we’re both doing. She was demanding more and wanted me to as she put it “fuck her”. I didn’t need to be asked twice sliding into Sarah. I looked up at John whilst sliding in and he was standing in there in the corner of the room still fully clothed however he had unzipped his fly of his pants and holding his cock jerking off at a steady pace. He appeared to be enjoying seeing his wife or partner. I never knew at the time but found out later they had been happily married for 10 years. Lovemaking with Sarah felt deep and connected. It felt familiar to me yet new. We spent the next three hours in bed both of us reaching climax a number of times. John spent time jerking off on the corner. He managed to find himself a chair so he was more comfortable sitting down watching his wife in a sitting down watching his wife in three hour long lovemaking session with a total stranger. He alternated between watching the TV and returning to watching for another jerk off session. In the afterglow Sarah lay together in bed holding each other close, her presence warm and comforting. No one tried to explain it. There wasn’t a need to. I lay back for a moment, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, replaying how easily it could have gone another way. A café. A glance. A conversation that should have ended. But didn’t. And now, whatever this was—whatever it meant—existed because none of us had chosen to look away.

12 April 2026

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This story is from many years ago. I was freshly single after coming out of a long term relationship and was just enjoying myself and not looking for anything serious. Luckily I’d found other people in a similar situation. On this particular day it was a warm spring afternoon a friend had come around to catch up and also to, in her words, ‘fuck’. When I opened the door to her she looked stunning. I could see she had on a short skirt with a tight white singlet type top with red bra sticking out of it. Looking down she had matching red stockings on. We kissed passionately and she came inside. I got us drinks and we sat chatting and catching up. I was sitting opposite her and could now see her matching red suspender belt holding up her stockings. As we chatted we were also flirting and teasing each other. Tina was enjoying moving and teasing me and I could see the stockings and garter led up to a sheer lacey g-string. She kept flashing me with a dirty grin on her face. A couple of time whilst we chatted she reached down putting her hand on her pussy and rubbing it asking me “is this what you want?” She loved teasing me. My manhood was stirring both at the visual and her question. But we kept drinking and catching up. We never rushed as we always had long sessions which usually resulted in her staying over. After about half a hour of this we were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. I wasn’t expecting anyone so excused myself and went to answer the door making sure my tshirt was covering the semi I had. I opened the door to be greeted by Helen another friend of mine, but who I wasn’t expecting. Without thinking I invited her in. ‘Fuck what have I done?’ Was racing through my head. You see both women knew each other however neither knew I was fucking the other one. Tina would be fine with it as she knew I had other lovers. But not Helen, this wasn’t going to be cool with her. You see Tina was a very sex confident person and very openly talked about sex. Helen was much more reserved and much preferred a slower more sensual time. I decided there was nothing I could do so I offered her a drink and told her that Tina was in the lounge as she too had dropped in for a coffee. To which Helen said, “that’s fine but you need to get rid of her as I’ve come for a fuck!” I’d guessed that already as tats why she usually just dropped in but was not normally that forward. ‘Shit what do I do now?’ Raced through my head. I finished making her a coffee and we went to the lounge to join Tina. Helen sat on the couch next to Tina and I was opposite them. Looking at them both still wondering what the fuck I do. Tina was being very evil and kept flashing her red g-string at me. We chatted and drank all the time both women signalling me to get rid of the other one. Helen excused herself to use the toilet and again signalled to me to get rid of Tina as she walked off. Once she’d left the room Tina came over and we made out passionately. She told me she was ready to go and needed me to find a way to get rid of Helen. While we made out she was rubbing my cock and making me hard. We heard Helen coming back so she stopped and went back to the couch. Helen again joined her on the couch and now it was her turn to wind me up. She too was wearing a short skirt and when she sat she deliberately flashed her naked pussy to me. Wow I could see she was freshly waxed, which explained why she was so horny as she always came over after being waxed as it made her horny. We all kept chatting with me hiding my hard on as both women kept sneakily flashing me. Eventually Tina went to the toilet and again as she left she motioned to me to get rid of Helen. This time it was Helen who came over and we made out. She had her hand rubbing my cock which she was pleased to feel was already hard. I took the opportunity to run one hand up her thigh to her naked pussy. I could feel how warm it was and so started to tease her clit. She was very ready for some attention. She stopped kissing me and told me to hurry up and get rid of Tina as she needed a fuck! I kept teasing her clit and she was gently writhing on my fingers. Her hand on my cock felt so good and I was lost in the enjoyment. We were interrupted suddenly by Tina’s voice, “Well Helen I hope you’re willing to share him!” This made us both jump and stop kissing and Helen took her hand off of my cock. It was to late, we were busted as Tina was standing right behind Helen. “Don’t stop I’m enjoying watching!” She continued to say with a giggle in her voice. My hand was still on Helen’s pussy with my fingers teasing her clit, her face showed she was shocked but she hadn’t moved away or tried to stop me so I kept teasing her clit. To my surprise she leant down and started kissing me again. Tina moved around to the other side of my chair and lifted her skirt exposing her sweet and clearly wet pussy which no longer had her g-string covering, “play with me too, tease my cunt!” So with my other hand I reached out and started playing with her clit. She started kissing and biting my neck as I played with them both. Her hand reached down and joined Helen’s which had returned to rubbing my cock and balls. The girls were now taking it in turns to kiss me. Both girls pussies were grinding on my hands and I could feel how wet they both were. I decided to try and slide my fingers into Helen, she was aroused enough and it was fairly easy so i started to finger fuck her pussy. She stopped kissing me so Tina took the opportunity to take over. I then with my other hand started to part Tina’s pussy lips and slid two fingers into her pussy which was also wet enough to allow this. I now had fingers inside both girls pussies and was gently fucking them. Tina leant in but this time instead of kissing me she leant over towards Helen and kissed her, which to my surprise Helen didn’t shy away from. As they kissed Tina was undoing my pants and pulled my cock out. There I was exposed to them both very hard from their attention. They finished kissing and Tina said to Helen, “I want to see you suck that!” Helen moved so that I had to stop playing with her and knelt on the floor. She moved forward and took my cock in her mouth and started sucking. Tina did just watch Helen sucking me as I kept finger fucking her pussy. Tina commented on how good Helen looked sucking my cock. Then she too moved away stopping me from playing with her and she knelt on the floor also and started to help Helen suck my cock. I was looking down and watching the two of them licking and sucking my cock together. My hottest memory from that moment was watching both tongues either side of my knob and working it over until they touched and intertwined with each other. It was so sexy to see as well as feel. After a while of that I asked Helen to stop and stand up and put one foot up on the arm of the chair. I then lent down and started to lick and suck on her pussy. It was all too awkward and it was then that Tina suggested we should move to my room. Once in my room I was busy making out with Helen and we were undressing each other while Tina watched and undressed herself. Once we were all naked the girls got me to lay on the bed and they both resumed sucking my cock. After a few minutes Tina stopped and came and straddled my face so I could lick her pussy. She too was freshly shaved and my tongue soon started to explore her pussy lips and clit. She was moaning and talking dirty as I licked her. She told Helen to join her and climb on and ride me. Helen did as was suggested and straddled my cock before sliding onto me and slowly started riding me. Tina seemed to be enjoying being in charge and Helen was happily doing as she was told. I couldn’t really see but knew by the sounds that the girls were making out as they both rode my tongue and cock. For the next hour or so we all fucked and sucked in lots of different ways. Including me fucking the girls doggy while they licked the other girls pussy. Me fucking only one of them while the other one watched and played with themselves. My first orgasm of the session was while Helen was on her back and I was fucking her mouth as Tina had instructed. At the same time Tina was licking Helen’s pussy. Tina knew I was close to coming and told me to blow in Helen’s mouth. That was all I needed and did blow my load. Once I’d finished my orgasm I laid down and Tina stopped licking her pussy and moved to make out with Helen. Both girls knew I could always go again straight away. So Helen climbed on top of me again and started to ride me. Tina had at some point got a toy and was playing with herself while watching Helen fuck me and was talking dirty to us as she did. Helen had several more orgasms and I could feel myself getting close to cumming. Both of them made it clear they wanted me to come. Soon enough as she kept grinding down on me I blew my load with Helen having another orgasm herself. As our orgasms subsided she climbed off and laid next to me. Then reality partly how with Helen looking at her watch and swearing as she had planned for a quickly and had to get to work. So she asked to grab a shower. While she was in the shower Tina got me hard again and we continued on our own. When Helen came out of the ensuite I was already fucking Tina again. Helen came and kissed me goodbye and said not to stop and thanked me before leaving. Tina and I did fuck for more of the arvo until it was time for dinner. I did continue to see both ladies but Helen made it clear that what happened was a very enjoyable one off. But the memories of that session have stuck with me.

10 April 2026

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Het is al laat, over een half uurtje komt mijn meester mij halen. Hij had iets leuks voor me in petto ik moest zorgen dat ik uitgerust ben dus het zal wel een heftig avondje worden. Mijn vriend is pas laat thuis en ik heb hem wijsgemaakt dat ik een dag cursus heb morgen en dat ik de nacht in een hotel daar vlakbij doorbreng, dat komt wel vaker voor dus hij zal vast niks vermoeden. Ik kom vanonder de douche en trek mijn sexy kleding aan, een miniscuul stringetje, jaretels met kousen en een doorschijnende bh. Daar over heen een kort naveltruitje en een super kort rokje waar mn billen bijna onderuit komen. Ik bekijk mezelf in de spiegel en fantaseer over wat er komen gaat, van dat fantaseren word mn kutje al lekker nat. Even mezelf tot de orde roepen mijn meester kan hier elk moment zijn, en op dat moment hoor ik een auto stoppen ik gluur even door het gordijn en het is hem. Ik trek snel mijn hoge pumps en mijn lange jas aan en loop naar zn auto en stap in. Hallo meester zeg ik nederig, hallo geil sletje ben je klaar voor een avondje met mij? Absoluut zeg ik, ondertussen geeft hij mij een blinddoek; doe die maar om zegt hij. Ik doe de blinddoek om en we gaan rijden. Na een 20 minuutjes rijden stoppen we, mijn meester begeleid me ergens naar binnen. Trek je jas maar uit en ga hier maar op handen en knieen wachten beveelt hij, en ik hoor hem weglopen. Ondertussen hoor ik meer voetstappen en wat geroezemoes, volgens mij komen er nog meer mensen binnen. Dan hoor ik mn meester zeggen dit sletje gaan we vanavond en vannacht eens lekker onder handen nemen. Ik voel mn rokje omhooggetrokken worden, er glijden een paar vingers over mijn stringetje en daarna gelijk een tik op mn kont. Dan hoor ik een zweepje zwiepen en weer een aantal tikken op mijn kont, ondertussen zegt iemand open je mond sletje en terwijl ik die open voel ik zo een dikke pik mn mond in glijden. Die pik gaat steeds dieper mn keel in tot ik zijn ballen tegen mijn kin voel. Het kwijl loopt uit mn mond en de tranen over mijn wangen, ondertussen gaat mijn kont steeds meer gloeien van de ontelbare tikken die ik daar krijg. Met de hand met een zweepje, ze zijn me gewoon met een aantal man flink onder handen aan het nemen. Maar dan stoppen de tikken en voel ik hoe mijn billen uit elkaar getrokken worden en voel ik een eikel tegen mijn kutje aandrukken, hij stoot hem in een keer diep naar binnen en ik slaak een kreun van genot. Hij begint me keihard te neuken en geeft af en toe een tik op mn billen. Ondertussen word de pik uit mijn mond gehaald, fijn even op adem komen denk ik maar gelijk voel ik weer een pik mn mond ingaan wel een andere dit keer. Ook die begint hem lekker in mijn keel te schuiven. Ik word hier zo geil van hier heb ik al lang van gefantaseerd en nu is het eindelijk zo ver. Dan voel ik ook de pik uit mijn kutje gaan en ook die word vervangen door een andere, ik voel het vocht langs mijn benen naar beneden lopen. Dan hoor ik mn meester zeggen doe die blinddoek maar af, ja meester zeg ik en ik doe hem af. Ik kijk eens rond me en er zijn wel 8 mannen, heerlijk! 8 mannen om mij te gebruiken als de zaadslet die ik ben. Een van de mannen gaat liggen en mijn meester zegt dan ik op zn pik moet gaan zitten, als ik mn kletsnatte kutje over zijn pik schuif komt mn meester achter me staan en drukt zijn pik tegen mn kontgaatje aan. Ben je er klaar voor zegt hij en beetje bij beetje schuift hij zn heerlijke pik bij me naar binnen. De andere mannen komen om me heen staan en houden hun pikken bij mn mond, een voor een zuig en trek ik ze lekker af. Heerlijk ik heb het ene orgasme na het andere en het vocht spuit uit mn kutje keer op keer. Ze wisselen allemaal lekker af zodat iedereen al mijn gaatjes lekker kan gebruiken. Dan begint de eerste klaar te komen, hij spuit een deel in mn mond en de rest op mn tieten. Heerlijk hier kan ik zo van genieten. Dan komt de volgende die spuit zo alles in mijn gezicht. De rest komt allemaal om me heen staan terwijl ik daar braaf op mijn knietjes zit, ik blijf ondertussen lekker door pijpen en trekken. De een na de ander spuit zn lading over me heen en in mijn mondje wat ik natuurlijk allemaal braaf oplik en doorslik. Daar zit ik dan helemaal afgeneukt onder het zaad...

5 April 2026

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Went to my cousins 40th in Sydney expecting a boring night and had planned on leaving early to enjoy my hotels rooftop bar on a Saturday night. As soon as I entered this hot woman caught my eye and we shared sexy eye contact. When I asked my cousin who she was, he laughed and said that’s my next door Neighbour, she’s married. A little later on the dance floor we ended up dancing together. I love dancing and we found good rhythm… and then she started sexy dancing… Grinding her ass into my groin and I got hard right away. A guy was watching us and I assumed it was her husband. He didn’t look upset at all and at one point he gave me a smile. Hannah asked if I would like to join her for a smoke outside. I said I do not smoke but would like to go outside for a while. She found a bench and lit up… even though I don’t smoke, I do find smoking sexy! I said I love massaging and would love to touch her sexy legs. She placed my hand on her bare legs and I started rubbing her thighs. She actually spread a little and I went higher and more inner thigh. She started saying “mmmm mmmmm” so I got bolder and made my way to her crotch. There was so much heat there!!! As I touched her undies I felt wetness and she pushed hard into my fingers. She unbuckled and unzipped me and we sat there playing with each other whilst she smoked. So HOT! Then she went down and blew smoke onto my cock. And then started sucking just the head.. it felt do good I nearly blew right there. Her husband , Mike appeared out of nowhere, I think he must have been spying. Hannah didn’t miss a beat and just said “look what I found”. Mike lit a joint and watched us play. I slipped her dress string down and discovered small B’s with hard nipples and I sucked her titties whilst she played with me. Mike just kept watching which was kinda hot. Hannah said let’s go next door and we escaped down the side of the house and into their place. Mike poured us a drink and put some music on and asked us to continue dancing for him. He sat on the couch and unzipped and started playing with himself. Hannah slipped both straps of her dress down and was dancing topless, rubbing her nipples on my chest… OMG it was sexy! She said let’s go to the room and show me how good you are at massage. She slipped her dress off and lay face down on the bed in just her undies. I asked for oil and Mike showed me their sex drawer which had lube which would be okay. Hannah was a groaner which I love as it is feedback. I worked her back and shoulders for 10 mins and then spent 5 mins on each leg… I wanted to tease her. Hannah raised her ass in the air as a sign to remove her undies which was hot. I slid them off and saw her bald pussy. It was so wet and I just had to suck it right away. She tasted good and I literally pashed her pussy. I was on my knees at the edge of the bed sucking and she asked Mike to remove my pants and make sure that I was hard enough for her. I’m straight but was so horny that I didn’t care. Once my pants were off he felt me and said I was super hard just how she likes her cock. Hannah rolled over and spread her legs and asked Mike to insert me into her. He guided my cock into her pussy… it was so hot. We found a great rhythm and fucked wildly. She was noisy which turns me on and spurs me to fuck. We fucked for a good 30 minutes when I knew I was going to cum. I asked where I should cum and Mike said cum in her. I let the biggest load go and she came with me. Mike ate her out straight away and I learned what a creampie was when he said thank you for the creampie. We fucked all night and I never used my hotel at all.

30 March 2026

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When you have a loving and caring wife you need to appreciate and look after her. Narelle looks after the house, cleaning, cooking, washing clothes etc. She also does other things that I appreciate. We have a great sex life and recently we experimented by inviting another couple into our lives. We didn’t do this to fix anything or because we lacked in anything, we did this to expand our already great sex life. We have played with a unicorn (single female) on a couple of occasions. We have enjoyed every encounter so far but we want to try more. As previously stated my wife does great things for me and sharing the single females with me is one of those things. I really feel it’s my turn to at least try and return the good deed. Yes, we wanted to invite a young guy in to play with us both but the main emphasis is on pampering and spoiling my wife. We generally find people online then when convenient for all we meet for a drink and a chat, this is after we have got to know them a little better via email or texts. We were looking for a young guy so we could perhaps teach him what we liked and the 3 of us learn from each other. I was chatting to young guy about 18 or 20 years old, seems like a nice guy. He was fairly mature for his age and certainly willing to learn along with us. After exchanging some sexy pics and some naughty thoughts we met for a drink at our local club. We all chatted about the usual things, work, social life, hobbies, just really getting to know each other. We have a rule that we never play on the first meet but for some reason we all felt comfortable and relaxed in each other’s company. We decided to go back to our place, maybe a few drinks made us all that little more relaxed and at ease. We get back to our place and I make us all a drink. Narelle says she is going to have a shower and freshen up. Great idea as this gives me and, let’s say his name is Danny some time to chat. When Narelle comes out of the shower I tell her that Danny and I want to pamper her and treat her like a goddess. I ask her to put on some sexy crotchless panties, she agrees and goes to our bedroom to undress and put on those panties. To truly pamper someone you need them to be relaxed and comfortable. Danny and I come into the dimly lit bedroom to find Narelle face down on the bed with her beautiful ass and crotchless panties sticking up in the air just waiting to be caressed. There are scented massage oils and lube on the bedside table, this is the type of pampering I’m talking about. Danny and I undress down to our undies, the room is warm and gentle therapy music is playing in the background. I open the massage oil and put some on Narelle’s back and shoulders then I squeeze some oil into Danny’s hand and mine also. Danny is on the left side of the bed and I’m on the right. We start massaging the oil into Narelle’s shoulders and back, paying attention to her toned arms as well, gently massaging all of her back down to her panties. A little oil pools in the small of her back so I tell Danny to pull Narelle’s panties down a little so the oil runs down her beautiful ass crack. We continue massaging Narelle all over, down her legs, her side, her ass and we can’t help ourselves, both mine and Danny’s fingers find the slit in Narelle’s crotchless panties and she lets out a soft moan as we flick our fingers over her erect clit and gently massage her wet pussy. I look at Danny and see he has a big bulge in his undies, we are both turned on by our slow and sensual massaging of Narelle. We tell Narelle to turn over so we can massage her beautiful front. As she turns over I notice Danny has his fingers in Narelle’s panties... WOW, what a turn on. We refrain from teasing her any further and concentrate on massaging her from the neck down. We again can’t help ourselves and we fondle and massage Narelle’s soft, plump boobs and by the look on her face she’s enjoying the attention. We continue massaging down her body, her legs, around her panty line, sometimes slipping a finger under her panties and feeling her wetness. Whilst I continue massaging, Narelle reaches out and touches The bulge in Danny’s undies, she slips 2 fingers under the elastic of his undies and releases his erect cock. She strokes it and it seems to get even harder. She beckons him to come closer. Danny moves up the bed and his cock is close to Narelle’s face. She takes the tip of his cock and licks his pre-cum from it, she then rolls her long tongue around his cock and starts to gently suck it. While Danny and Narelle are engaging in sucking cock I tenderly slide Narelle’s panties off and start licking her beautiful, sweet pussy, stealing glimpses of her sucking his cock as I look up. By the look on Danny’s face I can see he loves the feel of Narelle’s warm mouth around his throbbing cock. We decide to swap positions and Narelle is licking and sucking my cock while Danny darts his tongue in and out of Narelle’s love hole. We all feel the anticipation of what’s coming next. I want Danny to put his hard cock in Narelle, we get Narelle to toll over with a pillow under her belly so she feels comfortable. Danny positions himself behind Narelle, his cock is super hard and I’m sure he’s wanting to slide it inside her. I move down and suck the tip of his cock and get it ready to enter her. I take his cock in my hand and gently rub it up and down Narelle’s pussy lips. Before I let him enter her I get a handful of lube and apply it to his cock and also rub some inside Narelle. I then place his cock on Narelle’s pussy lips and tell him to slowly slide his cock into her wetness. They both moan as it’s inserted and I know Narelle is enjoying this hard cock sliding in and out, in and out. It starts out slow but Danny is loving the feeling of my wife’s wet vagina sucking him in. It’s to early for him to cum so I ask him to take it out before he blows his hot cum into her. We want to tease some more. After he takes it out of her wet pussy I ask him to lay down. Narelle and I caress and suck Danny’s cock, we suck and lick him, tasting Narelle’s juices from his cock is incredible. We suck and lick him and we tongue kiss while we have his cock in both our mouths. Danny is in ecstasy as he’s getting head from both of us. We do this for what feels like hours. We re-position ourselves so I’m laying with my head towards our door, me on my back, Narelle straddles me doggy style so she can suck my cock but also have her ass in the air for Danny to see. Danny positions himself to fuck Narelle from behind while I’m under her licking her clit. From where I am I see Danny enter Narelle’s wet pussy, I see his balls just above my nose, he starts to slowly fuck her while I lick at the same time. Narelle is groaning in pleasure and Danny is starting to pump her harder and harder. I told him it was ok to cum hard inside Narelle but only if she wanted it. Narelle yelled for him to fill her with cum, I licked her while his cock was pumping in and out of her. I told Danny to be verbal when he was about to cum. I wanted to hear the words, “I’m coming, I’m going to cum inside your wife” yes, yes, yes. I could see he was committed and he couldn’t pull out out. He kept pumping and he finally filled Narelle with his young, hot cum, telling me he finished inside her. WOW. HOT. Danny rolls off Narelle and laid on my side of the bed. Narelle turned over and also laid down. I was so hard and horny after what a I just witnessed, I couldn’t resist. I slid my cock into her cum filled pussy, I could feel his hot cum on my rigid cock, I blew my load into her and she was totally tired and spent. After regaining my breath I went down and licked Narelle’s cum filled pussy making sure I licked all of our cum out of her. I had my fingers inside of her, pumping her vagina while Danny was kissing her and playing with her tits. Within seconds I felt Narelle explode and cum all over my fingers and tongue. She was totally pampered by 2 committed guys who only wanted to make her happy.

27 March 2026

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Maybe you lay down not knowing what to expect. Then you could feel hands all over you. On each leg softly rubbing up and down. On each breast very softly rubbing your very hard nipples. Then rubbing your pussy lips very gently. Maybe feel a finger slide into your wet pussy, then feel a pair of lips on each nipple as their hands gently squeezed your tits. Two men licking and sucking on each breast and fingers sliding in and out of your pussy, rubbing your swollen clit and then back in. You are feeling great, your pussy, clit, breasts, and nipples all being simulated at one time, pushing you to orgasm. Naked on your back, legs spread wide open as men stand around you. You reach out and grabbed both of their cocks and slowly started to stroke both of them one in each hand. Thinking what you need now is a cock in her pussy and one in mouth. You can feel the cocks throbbing in your hand and one shoot its load out and covers your breasts. He then squeezes and pulls on your nipples covered in cum. Then you feel the head of a cock parting your pussy lips and pushing in. Sliding it in and out again pumping in deep a few times. Then pulling it out and start slapping your clit with his cock. He continues for a while and then you felt it, he was cumming deep inside your pussy. You could feel it, you could feel another man cumming inside me. He just keeps cumming, seemed like forever. You feel it inside you and then you can feel it oozing past his cock and down your ass. He had came so much he over filled your pussy. You lay there having the cum of one man inside me, and the cum of another all over breasts.

14 March 2026

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Some people dream of it but I lived it! I was having a great night at a party and didn’t have a care in the world. Then I saw that spunky girl walking in with my friend. Can’t say he was a real friend but more acquaintance. A few hours went by and the crowd was thinning and I began to notice his girl eyeing me off. I met her earlier and thought nothing like I did once I caught her looking at me with naughty eyes. I began to flirt back as good as she was. We were having a real hot time just looking at each other. It was a summer night and she was dressed in clothing that leads any good man astray. Tank top no bra and a skirt that you could see her gorgeous little arse when she moved the right way. The longer the night went the more I was aroused. She tormented me with her sexuality and I wanted her bad. She knew it and she kept playing me. I went to the dunny and omg she was there when I walked out. She was very forward and straight out asked me if I wanted her. I didn’t hesitate and said fuck me yes but what about Xxxxx She said don’t worry about him it’s my call tonight. I was both excited and confused as to what was happening. I couldn’t believe this little spunk wanted me and how was it going to happen. She pashed me in the hallway and my cock got a massive surge. I grabbed her back and gave her another pash and grabbed her hot little arse and she told me to ease up. I watched her walk back to her fella and she whispered in his ear and I was still gathering my composure. He looked over at me and smiled with a nod and I felt better inside but I began to panic. I have never been this way before and it scared me to death. I drove to the party myself and I felt ok cos I had to be responsible. lol. They both approached me and my mate didn’t say a word barely but she said we are done here so let’s go to our place. How could I argue with that. The drive was short and I sat in the back but her hand was reaching behind the seat touching my leg and I was getting hard can I say. My mind was thinking of the dirty things men do to women who behave like she did. I wanted her so bad now and I knew I would be naked and touching her hot little body soon. The trip felt like it was 500km but it was a 5 minute drive. Funny how when you want so bad it feels like forever. lol. Once in there place everything chilled and a few drinks with some good tunes but I was aching for her. I think my mate knew this and asked her to do something and she disappeared for a while. We just sat and talked about the night and I couldn’t help it I asked him how is it I’m here. He simply said because she wants you here and I do what she wants. She was gone for a good 10 minutes before she walked in wearing the briefest nightie I have ever seen. She looked so sexy and I could easily see her amazing body through that very thin cloth or whatever you call it. Wow! Every ounce of blood in my body went straight to my cock. I wanted to touch her so bad and she didn’t hesitate to allow that. I was sitting on a couch and she straddled me and my hands automatically grabbed her arse and we pashed like long lost lovers. She rubbed against me and my fingers were slipping ever closely towards her pussy. Her g string wasn’t really covering much so my hands kept getting closer to that hot little spot men love. My cock was bursting and I wanted her bad. She climbed off but before she did I managed to feel her wetness and so here we were. My mate had already stripped off and he was naked himself. He was rock hard and enjoying what we were doing. She made me stand and pulled my pants down to reveal my favourite thing on earth. My cock. lol. She didn’t waste time and I was in a horny daze. I looked at my mate and he was stroking himself watching his girl looking after me. It was surreal but very sexy. I am glad I trimmed up before I went out cos she told me my cock looks amazing and she loves sucking clean shaven balls. I pushed her back on the couch and spread her legs and her pussy was so smooth and her clit was easy to find. God made her pussy perfect and I went down on her like a man possessed. Mmmmm. Pinching her nipples at the same time. She cum plenty. Her tits are amazing too. 36 size or thereabouts and her tummy flat and very sexy. I stood up with my hard cock dying to be inside her and I stood over her and she grabbed my cock pulling me to enter that hot little spot men love. I rubbed my knob up and down her lips teasing her till I couldn’t wait any longer. Her cum drenched my cock all over and my balls were soaked in minutes. Her fella was watching me fuck her nice and slow and he began to instruct me on what he wants to see next. This was the most exciting thing I have ever done. He got me to flip her over and do her doggy. I obliged and he pushed his cock in her mouth and she was in ecstasy. I couldn’t believe that a flirtatious smile at a party had me doing this naughty thing. I began to feel a bit tired so he took over and I had never watched live before. I sat back for a while and enjoyed watching him fuck her like a porno star. I came hard watching him fuck her and that’s when I knew I wanted more fun sex in my life. We chilled here and there but fucked all night. No DP though cos she wasn’t into it. But we fell asleep for a while and I woke up to her raising me yet again in the morning light. God my cock looked good sliding into her little pussy with the sun shining in. Mmmm. That is the pure reason I love sharing and love to watch as well.

11 March 2026

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The fantasy of having another man involved has turned us on for a while now. Here is an example of how we’re fantasising about it. We’re out at a bar or club where we meet with M. Wifey is dressed sexy, revealing and fully commando 😏 After some flirting and banter she asks M if her ass shows when bending over. She then seductively bends over exposing herself to M and hubby, giving them a glimpse of her pussy from behind. Now that M knows that she’s not wearing panties, she guides his hand between her legs and asks him to check how wet she is. M is now finger deep inside her and also rubbing her clit. This is where hubby steps in and asks M if he wants to come back to the hotel room. Mentioning that she bought some lingerie earlier and she’d like to hear both our thoughts on it. Back at the hotel hubby and M turn on some music and mix up some drinks. Without them realising that she has already changed into her new lingerie right behind them. Stunned by the sight of her, they both sit down on the couch next to each other complimenting how sexy she looks. Moving seductively to the music, she starts to tease them with a strip tease. Once completely naked, she pulls a chair in front of them and starts touching herself. She then sits down right between them and rubs their cocks through their pants. Both instantly touching her body, breasts and each pull one leg over their lap. Spreading her legs as far as possible. While caressing her breast, hands move towards her wet pussy. Hubby tells M he should get up and get between her legs and eat her out. M follows without hesitation. Hubby then takes off his pants and wifey instantly sucks and jerks him off while moaning and cumming from M’s oral performance. After a while M moves back and takes his clothes off as well. (Hopefully) Similar sized dick as hubby but a lot thicker in girth. She can’t resist the impressive view and deep throat’s M cock leaning forward on all four. Hubby is now eating her out from behind but she is enjoying M’s cock so much that she almost forgot about hubby until he made her cum with his tongue. Hubby suggests that she lay on her back on the bed and M should rub his hard thick cock over her drenched pussy. Just teasing and stimulating but no penetration. Hubby then tells M he can slide his tip inside as M is sliding his cock up and down and through the middle of wifey's pussy lips. With every move, M pushes a tiny bit more of his tip inside. Hubby then grabs M’s cock and puts it right in front of wifey's hole and pushes M’s back, signalling to squeeze his cock inside her and with that first push her pussy stretches and she lets out a huge moan, grabbing hubbies leg as she enjoys her pussy stretched and filled more than she’s usually used to. M is very slowly moving all the way in and completely out and back in again a few times. She’s now starting to settle down again and jerks hubbies dick keeping a strong eye contact with hubby while M starts to speed up and begins to pound her fast and hard. Making her cum within minutes, legs shaking, vision blurry while she’s desperately trying to hold eye contact with hubby. She moves away from M and climbs onto hubbies dick, grinding in cowgirl position. But not long until she turns around, reverse cowgirl pulling M’s cock towards her face. M straight away fucking her face while she sits on top of hubby completely forgetting to grind as M is claiming her full attention letting him face fuck her as if he owned her. Hubby is extremely turned on by the pleasure she gets out of everything. Hubby then moves her on her back again, sitting right next to her, spreading her legs and lifting her hips up for M to penetrate her in her favourite position. Hubby is fascinated by the view of her tits bouncing and M’s thick cock slamming into her pussy while she is screaming and moaning louder than ever before. M pulls out and places his cock in front of her mouth, to which she without hesitation starts choking on pointing hubby towards her pussy. Hubby takes his time so she can indulge his cock before hubby picks her up and starts fucking her standing. Throwing her up and down on his dick until she cums again. M enjoying the view while jerking off. Hubby throws her back on the bed on her belly and starts pounding her from behind. Reclaiming her and making her forget all about M as she’s reaching another climax. She is exhausted and extremely worn out just how she likes it. She sucks hubby and M’s cock while she gets back to her senses. Then she asks M to fuck her again and shoot his cum all over her tits. Once he’s done, hubby fucks her in missionary with her chest covered in M’s huge load of cum and adds his load all over her tits as well. Everyone laying down together before wifey goes to the bathroom to shower. Hubby looks at M and asks if he wants to join her, which he does and hubby can hear her moaning from the other room. He picks up his phone and starts recording. Not joining this time, just filming and enjoying the show. All sleep in the same bed naked and the next morning is guaranteed to turn out great. You’ll have to imagine how that continues 😈

25 February 2026

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I’m not great at story telling but I’ve been part of a 3some before. It was when I got broken up with on New Year’s Eve in the city one year by someone who wasn’t emotionally available and I never should have dated... long story short. I happened to run into my ex girlfriend and her then partner. They invited me back with them and promised to cheer me up and it was unplanned but kinda just unfolded that way. So I went from tears of heart ache to watering eyes for other reasons and I have zero regrets in passionate lust and caught in the moment. Focus was all on her rather than me and I enjoyed that a lot because I wasn’t interested in her partner Not that he wasn’t attractive or well endowed, just not my type personally but we mutually wanted to give her a night to remember and help me forget my tears. I think about it often. I really would love to pleasure another woman again but also have it reciprocated mutually. I loved going down on her and making out heavily and suckling on each others breasts and just forgetting how terrible my night was before I ran into her. I loved the way she felt grinding against me as we got wetter and wetter too. Nothing compares to the uniqueness and sensory experience of woman to woman.

27 January 2026

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