We hooked up after years of seeing each other and we would spend the night drinking and staring at each other with love filled eyes and hanging on every word she said just looking at her beautiful lips and her firm breasts I would tell her please stay the night with me please and she would say okay until we made it to the room she would make the first move kissing me with force pressing her body against mine she pushed me down onto the bed while she tongued me so nice passionately kissing me and undoing my pants zip and getting my cock out by that time I was hard as rock she began sucking my cock slowly and fiercely using her hand to jerk my cock and sucking it so good I knew I was going to blow any minute I tried to lean forward and say baby stop I'm going to cum and with one hand she pushed me back down so I just layed back and she went faster and faster till I blew my load in her hot mouth and she never stopped just kept on sucking I was ohh this is heaven 😮💦 never had I had my cock sucked like that in my whole life she pulled up her skirt and grabbed onto my cock with one hand and pulled her knickers to the side and slowly slid down on my cock before i could wet it with my spit her pussy was so tight i couldn’t believe how it just grabbed onto my cock it felt i so bloody good i moaned like a little boy when ever she slammed down on my cock i would grab onto her after she was out of breath and held her to my chest and began to push all my force into her pussy just slamming it in her all you could hear is her ass slapping onto my skin and then i began to grab her ass so i could get a better grip and that was it i blew in her hot pussy saying oh yes fuck baby you are hot slowly just pushing my hips up and down the cum just dripping out onto my stomach i didn’t care it felt so good with my cock inside her juicy tight pussy i wasn’t finished yet i begged her please i want to fuck you like the first time we met please i have been dying to see you again and now that im with you i want it all im not going to let you go this time ive missed you so much when i lost you and we got separated we both went our separate ways and you started seeing someone else i thought i would never get to see you again im sorry babe i don’t know why i left you i couldn’t even get you out of my mind i was going crazy without you everything reminded me of you the songs we listened to making love and even the places we went to she turned and said baby please help me off with my bra and with that i took it off and her short top and as soon as i saw them firm tits and round juicy nipples i knew i was in heaven and just started sucking them she moaned ohh baby yeah please take off your clothes i want you to fuck me from behind please now i’m ready baby and with my underwear still around my leg i said stuff it and got up behind her and slipped my cock into her slowly pushing it deeper and deeper into her by the time i was in the right position to start slamming her hard that was it i was going to fuck her so hard that she will never leave me again and with that thought i made her pay slapping her ass with my hand and fucking her with full force she was calling out yes baby yes fuck me oh yeah ohhhhhhhh

28 April 2025

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One night me and my girlfriend went to werribee and spent the day at friends place drinking alcohol all that night we would be kissing and cuddling without giving each other a breath I was rock hard by that time and she could barely contain herself. I whispered in her ear meet me in a couple mins in the room I would tell everyone I have a headache and I'm going to have a lay down for a while by the time I got to the room door I was tackled by her and she pulled me down onto the bed we were passionately kissing and tearing off our clothes at the same time my heart was beating through my chest she got on top of me grabbing my cock with her left hand and slowly pressing her pussy over my rod each time she put her tongue further down my throat she would move her hips stroking her ass up and down my throbbing cock I knew I was going to explode at any minute but held it back as she pushed back and forward against me like a wild woman on heat just riding me and I grabbed her even tighter passionately kissing her with my tongue all the way in her juicy mouth and her body rocking back and forward on my hard throbbing cock till she squeezed me so tight and she said baby I'm going to cum I grabbed her ass so hard and helping her slam up and down I felt a hot gush of juice all over my cock and stomach.🔥I said please don’t stop I'm gonna cum baby she leaned forward and started slamming down on my cock with so much force i moaned like a little boy oh my god grabbing each ass cheek and pushing her down on my cock saying fuck yeah i love your tight little pussy baby harder she screamed out oh yes yes fuck my tight little pussy im a dirty little girl i knew she loved it rough she begged me to fuck her from behind please baby i want you to slam me i picked her up and slammed her down she got on her knees spread her legs apart and said fuck me baby im a dirty little slut i want you to fill me with your hot cum.

28 April 2025

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One of the several times I’ve had this sexy lady to a place of my own. She had no idea she could squirt and believed that not everyone does. I unleashed her potential, water everywhere splash out of her as she acclaimed “I can’t stop it”. In my mind I’m like “I know baby girl, I know”. The downside was having to mop the place. I’ve known that to be my gift, a common thing for Africans to do anyways. 😅 I prepared a well relaxed environment for her. Dirty and flirtatious talk. I hate bright lighting so I had dimmed light, with a soft background music. It wasn’t long until our clothes were down and I began caressing her body with my soft hands. I worked my hands all the way down to her gorged clit and felt the slime all over her, that’s when I knew, she’s ready for it. With my clean and soft hands, I had to have her, have her first orgasm without penetration, by just the art of my hands. As she hyperventilates, I grabbed her to the edge of the bed, placed a pillow under her lower back, her legs over my shoulder and my hands firmly gripping hers flat on the bed. Slowly went, and oh what a wet-warm-well. Slow strokes, made her shake and speak gibberish. I increased my pace and played along the entrance, one deep stroke occasionally. Baby girl was already gushing 😩. Just when she thought that’s it, I picked her up, stroked her on “mid-air”. Took her to the edge of the couch, luckily was leather, lol. She was shaking and gushing, calling my name and not knowing what to do , shouting “don’t stop”, and that was the last words I heard until I nutted. The night was an exciting one of 3 rounds and 2 in the morning. I have a problem of creating addicts. 😅

27 April 2025

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The chapel was colder than they remembered. Or maybe it was just the way the candlelight bent beneath the vaulted ceilings—flickering shadows like reaching hands, stained glass windows bleeding color onto the stone floor in crimson and gold. The kind of place meant to make someone feel small. Guilty. Contained. They shouldn’t have come here. And yet. The devil stood near the altar, trying to wear indifference like a cloak. One hand traced the edge of the marble, fingers tapping a slow, nervous rhythm they hoped looked casual. But nothing felt casual. Not now. Not with that presenceapproaching from the far end of the chapel. The angel. Their arrival made the room still. Not quiet—still. Like the hush before a thunderstorm, or the moment between inhale and exhale when something important is about to be said. They didn’t speak at first. They didn’t need to. The weight of their gaze was enough to press against the devil’s skin like velvet over iron. Don’t look nervous. Don’t look impressed. The devil straightened their spine, forced a smirk. “So holy a place,” they murmured, voice hushed more by instinct than intention, “and yet you walk in like judgment itself.” The angel stopped a few feet away, head tilted, unreadable. “You think judgment requires thunder?” Their voice wasn’t loud. It was measured—like every word had been tested, weighed, chosen with surgical precision. The kind of voice that didn’t need to raise itself to command attention. And gods help them, the devil felt seen. They hated it. The angel stepped forward, slowly, calmly—like nothing in this chapel, not even the shadows, could move without their consent. The devil could feel the heat in their own cheeks, the tension coiling in their stomach like something caged. Something desperate to kneel but too proud to break. “This place,” the angel said, voice ringing against the stone like a soft bell toll, “was not built for wrath. It was built for surrender.” You don't know me, the devil wanted to say. You don't know what I am. What I’ve done. But they said nothing. Because the angel did know. They saw it all and still walked closer. “You carry chaos like armor,” the angel continued, each word peeling something back. “But you wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t want to lay it down.” The devil swallowed hard. Don’t look away. But their eyes dropped, just for a moment. Shame wasn’t the right word. Neither was fear. It was something quieter. More dangerous. A longing they didn’t know how to name. “I didn’t come to be saved,” they managed, voice barely a whisper now. “No,” the angel said, gently. “You came to be seen.” And they were. Every dark corner. Every cracked piece. Every mask. The angel reached out—not to touch, but to hover, their fingers suspended just above the devil’s chest. The absence of touch was worse than contact. It made the air too loud. Made the devil’s breath catch in their throat. Please, something inside them whispered. Please what? Please stop? Please touch me? Please… take this from me? “If I asked,” the angel murmured, “would you kneel?” A war broke out in the devil’s chest. Pride screamed no. Pride clawed at the walls. But the rest of them—the trembling, aching parts hidden beneath centuries of heat and smoke and teeth—those parts already had. They didn’t speak. They couldn’t. The angel smiled. Not victorious. Not cruel. Just knowing. “You already have.” The devil’s breath hitched—but they didn’t kneel. Not yet. The angel didn’t push. Just stood there, hand still suspended in the air, commanding without force, commanding with presence. The devil’s hands curled into fists. “You think I’ve never had control?” they murmured, trying—needing—to remind themselves of who they once were. And the angel’s gaze didn’t waver. “I know you’ve had it.” And that’s when it hit. The memory. It slammed into them like smoke and thunder. It was in another room—dark and humming, all silk shadows and low, thrumming music. The angel hadn’t been wrapped in white that night. No, they’d been stripped of symbols and sanctity, knees parted on black velvet, breath shaking with anticipation. The devil had circled them like a storm on the edge of breaking. “You don’t belong here,” the devil had whispered, brushing a fingertip along their jaw. “Not like this.” But the angel hadn’t backed away. Hadn’t spoken. They’d just looked up. Quiet, soft, completely still—and burning. That silence had begged. That silence had offered. And gods, the devil had taken. They remembered how the angel had tasted of restraint barely held in place. How they'd arched not with abandon, but with permission. How even their surrender had been a kind of control—measured, intentional. Back then, the devil had been the one guiding the game. The one pulling the strings. The one watching divinity unravel with every whispered command. Back then… the angel had trembled for them. The devil blinked, the chapel rushing back in around them like water over lungs. They looked up at the angel, whose face was unreadable—but something in their eyes said: I remember, too. Not as weakness. Not as defeat. But as balance. “I made you fall,” the devil said, breath shallow. The angel leaned in, their voice soft enough to cut bone. “No. You showed me how.” And suddenly, the devil didn’t feel smaller. Just exposed. Equal parts fear and craving, coiled tight beneath their skin. “You want to be good?” the angel whispered, lips near their ear, breath steady as a blade’s edge. “Show me.” The silence between them was thick with choice. And when the devil’s knees finally met stone, it wasn’t surrender. It was a return. The stone floor didn’t welcome them. Cold, rough, unforgiving—exactly as it should be. The devil lowered themselves slowly, resisting the instinct to brace against it. Knees pressed to the chapel’s aged marble, they exhaled through gritted teeth, not from pain—but from the weight of choosing this. The angel watched in silence, and the silence was loud. It wasn’t triumph in their eyes. No smugness. Just a deep, anchoring stillness—like they were holding space, not claiming victory. That made it worse. That made it real. The devil’s hands rested loosely on their thighs. Their head bowed, but not fully—caught in that hesitation between reverence and rebellion. “I used to make you tremble,” the devil whispered, more to the stone beneath them than to the angel. The angel moved closer. Slowly. Their boots echoed lightly, rhythm steady like a heartbeat. When they reached the devil, they didn’t touch them. They just circled—once—like a moon pulling tides. “You still could,” the angel said, their voice so soft it sank into the skin. “But you don’t want to.” No, the devil thought. I want to be undone. They didn’t say it. Couldn’t. But something in the set of their shoulders gave it away. The angel stepped behind them again, breath barely grazing the back of the devil’s neck. “Tell me what you’re remembering.” The devil shut their eyes. Damn them. Damn their calm, their patience. Damn the way their voice slid under every wall like it belonged there. But the memory came again unbidden. “You were so quiet,” the devil said, voice low. “I thought you’d shatter.” Behind them, the angel didn’t move. “You never asked me to beg.” “You didn’t need to.” The devil exhaled. “You begged in silence. You were always louder that way.” A pause stretched between them. Then the angel moved. Not to touch, but to be near. They knelt behind the devil—not mirroring, not mocking—just present. Their mouth hovered near the devil’s ear. “And now?” they asked. The devil’s lips parted. “Now I want to be small.” Their own words startled them. Truth spoken too easily. But the angel didn’t mock them. “Not weak. Never weak. Just… small enough to breathe again.” The devil shivered. The angel leaned forward, their breath feathering across the devil’s neck. “You don’t need fire in here.” “I don’t know who I am without it.” “You do,” the angel whispered. “You just don’t trust that I’ll hold it for you.” That hit somewhere deeper. A place the devil didn’t touch. Not even alone. The angel finally reached out. A fingertip, light as a whisper, traced the devil’s spine from the base of their neck down between their shoulder blades. A single line. A single breath. And the devil melted. Not collapsed. Not shattered. Melted. Their eyes fluttered shut. Their breath caught, chest rising in a rhythm that wasn’t quite theirs anymore. The angel’s hand moved with excruciating care—just enough touch to guide, never enough to overwhelm. “Do you remember,” the angel said softly, “what you told me the first time I let go?” The devil swallowed. “That I was proud of you.” The angel’s hand paused. Then resumed, slower this time. “Are you proud of yourself now?” The devil didn’t answer. Because they weren’t sure. The angel reached around slowly, fingers brushing the devil’s jaw. Full contact. Grounding. Gentle. “You are not less,” the angel murmured. “Not on your knees. Not in my hands. You are more, because you chose this.” The devil leaned into the touch. It wasn’t about defeat. It never had been. It was about being seen—fully, completely, without pretense. About being able to fall without fear. About knowing someone would catch them—not to cradle, but to hold them accountable to their own healing. The angel stood, the rustle of their robes soft against the stone. They stepped around to face the devil, who kept their eyes lowered—not in shame, but in deference. The angel’s voice carried a quiet authority now, like a vow. “Surrender is not silence. It is the loudest kind of trust. It says: I will not hide. I will not run. I am here, and I am yours—for now, for this.” The devil’s throat tightened. For now. For this. That was all they’d ever wanted. Not forever. Not absolution. Just a moment where they didn’t have to be the one holding all the fire. The angel retrieved a length of silk—deep crimson, the color of devotion dressed as temptation. They held it up between them like an offering. “You may refuse. You may walk away. I will not bind what does not choose me.” The devil stared at it. Not Can I control you?
But Will you let go with me? Their voice trembled. “Yes.” Warm silk slid around their wrists—slow, deliberate, not tight. Just enough to remind. Just enough to mark the choice. “You do not kneel to me,” the angel said. “You kneel to what you need.” This wasn’t punishment. It was worship. And in this chapel built for silence and shadow, they created something new: a ritual not of redemption, but of recognition. Here, in the stillness, the devil offered what no one had ever asked for—their truth. And the angel didn’t flinch. They knelt together in the quiet, the silk binding not control, but commitment. And in that moment, they both surrendered: One to the ache of letting go. The other to the weight of being trusted.

26 April 2025

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This story really happened approx 19 years ago, I went to watch a horror movie again because I liked it, I was between marriages at the time and wasn't really interested in a relationship. Anyway the light go down and the shorts starts up, a lady came and sat in the seat next to me (a 2 seat against the wall) I was sitting on the inside seat so I could relax and enjoy the movie. Well the main feature started up and I was enjoying my choc top and part of it fell on my lap before I could reach down to pick it off my lap, this lady who I would say was older than me suddenly, leaned over and started licking the bit of chocolate off my zipper area and was giving me a boner lol. She looked up at me and smile while unzipping my pants, I had never met this person in my life, then she pulled my half hard cock out of my pants and began sucking me off. Boy she was good, she started slowly teasing my head with her tongue and the running her tongue up and down my shaft. Fuck it felt sooo good, She the brought her tongue back up and plunged her mouth down taking my 7" cock completely down her throat and within about 5 stroke of her mouth I exploded down her throat. She drained me and just kept sucking me till there was no more cum. She looked up and me and said "thanks", kissed me and cuddled up to me and we watched the rest of the movies. We fucked all afternoon at her place. She was 67 and I was in mid 40s. I have never forgotten that movie lol

26 April 2025

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I took Pam (not her real name) To the beach over the weekend We headed up into the dunes and I laid the blanket out and we got comfortable We stripped off and Pam was putting sunblock on us both I finished where she couldn't reach herself Wasn't too long before we had a Croud watching from the bushes Pam was playing with her pussy Showing how wet she was A few men came forward to get a better look at her And I said whoever eats her pussy best gets to Fuck her first 5 men lined up and one after the other ate her bald cunt She was moving around and moaning till a man put his cock in her mouth I stopped the action and asked her who was best at eating her She said number 2 I opened a box of condoms and gave him one He put it on and stuck his cock straight up her Very wet Cunt and started pumping her It was so hot hearing her moan and the squishy sounds of a wet pussy getting fucked I kissed her and said How sexy she was And then I waved another over so she could suck his cock The other men crowed around 2 more were sucking her tits Fuck it was Hot seeing her covered in men The first man blew and I gave the next man a condom to fuck her We went through a box of 12 condoms And the other men finished by wanking and blowing all over her face and tits We went down to the water and cleaned up We stopped on the way home as we were both Excited as how good a day we had And I fucked her as she described how the different cocks felt I am so glad I am a Cuckold

26 April 2025

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My work required me to split my time between the office and out in the field. It was a fairly autonomous position, which allowed me to leave at any time and take the time I required. This was a perfect arrangement allowing me to meet up with my FB, “S”, when we were both horny, a fair amount of the time. As we were both married and not to each other, places to play were limited and needed some planning. One location that suited was adjacent to a lake, not far out of town. It had a car park, a grassed “picnic” area and another area, accessed by an obscure track.   We messaged the night prior and arranged to meet there mid morning, the next day, as it was to be a warm sunny day. I grab the work vehicle keys and started to head off. I texted “S” and she said she was on her way, also. I turned off the main road and headed down the track. Arriving at the car park, I parked my vehicle and awaited her arrival. Within 5mins she pulls up alongside, a beaming smile on her face. I jumped out of my vehicle, locked it and walked over to “S” grabbing hold of her ass and as she grabbed her tote bag containing a rug out of the boot. We embraced and then wandered across the park that leads to the track. We walk along the track, and as the thicker growth gives way to treed area, my pulse quickens. Arriving at a cleared area I take the rug from the tote and place it down on the soft grass and spread it out. Meanwhile “S” grabs a can of soft drink from the bag, opening and handing it to me: you better take a drink, I haven’t had a fuck in a long while!  I sit and finish the drink as “S” stands to remove her boots and jeans. She pulls her panties to the side to reveal a freshly shaved cunt. “It took a little longer to get here as I shaved my overgrown pussy, it hasn’t had enough attention for a while!” She had barely finished her sentence when I grabbed her, grasping the top of her panties, dragging them to the ground, my hand sliding back up between her thighs and forcing its way between her lips. I pull her towards me with my free hand, kissing her mound, as I forced my fingers through her hairless lips. “S” reached for her top, pulling it over her head, then proceeded to remove her bra, allowing them to drop to the ground.  Now with the sun shining directly on to her, she clasps her ample “D“ sized breasts and began to tweak her erect nipples, moaning to the sensation. I remove my polo and “S” reaches down and commences removing my shorts and boxers, my straining cock, springing to attention, a bead of pre cum forming on the head. “S” totally naked, tells me to lay back, turns and straddles my face and lowers her wet cunt to my mouth. I grasp her arse cheeks, with both hands, spreading them apart, allowing me to run my tongue from her cunt to her button arsehole, she leans forward taking my cock in her mouth. “S” has majestic oral skills, a soft mouth and a throat that has no issue with any length, swallowing my shaft fully. As one of her rated activities, her cock sucking has no problem in taking a guy to the edge and aware of this, she manipulates my cock to give ultimate pleasure,  all the while her mouth is working up and down my shaft while her hands slide up and down in rhythm. .“S” aware she is working my cock to the edge of exploding, turns to grinding her cunt forcefully against my mouth, her juices are trickling down my cheeks. I take a finger, and covered in her juices, smear as much as I can across her arsehole and force it in to her opening. She stops sucking momentarily to let out a moan, as I press and twist my finger in her butthole. She can no longer take the probing and stands and faces me, ”fuck me“ she demands, and lowers her studded cunt down, squatting on to my cock. I can feel her cervix as she attempts to force me as deep as possible inside her. I pull her shoulders forward and take one of her breasts in my mouth. Sucking and biting on the hardened nipple, I reach for the other breast with my other hand to gently squeeze that nipple. I alternate between both breasts, while ”S’ continues to ride me. I sense that “S” in starting to tire, so I have her roll to the side and to position herself on her knees. I kneel behind enjoying the view of a slightly gaping butthole and the puffy lips of her soaked cunt. Without hesitation I run my fingers between her lips, covering them with her sweet nectar, allowing them enter further on each probing. I slide a couple of fingers in and slowly stroke the front area of her cunt looking for a reaction. It takes less than a minute and she begins to quiver, then follows with an explosion of juices. I remove my fingers and substitute it for my cock and begin to pump her soaking twat, driving it to its depth for several minutes until again she squirts, soaking the rug. My mouth finds its way to lap up the last flow and my tongue is treated to the taste of your delicious climax. While still on her knees, she offers her glistening butthole, questioning, “would you like to fuck me in the arse?” It was a question she need not ask a second time. I smear her juices over the head and around the length of my shaft. “S” reaches back and grabs one of her an arse cheeks, pulling it to the side and I take my cock in hand, guiding it to her opening. She feels the head forcing her sphincter muscles open, and rocks herself backwards to engulf more of my cock. I respond with a thrust of my hips which has my cock now fully buried in her arse. I continue to pump my cock deep in her warm tight arse. I move from a kneeling, “leapfrog” to a squatted “bulldog” position, giving her a deeper fuck from various angles. She begins to buck and wriggle in a silent confirmation that I’m hitting the target. “Oh fuck that feels good, I’m gonna cum, God I’m gonna cum!" I ploughed her passage as deep as possible, then withdrew it from her reddening rose petal. I continue to draw the full length of my cock and drive it back in to her gaping arse, where she clenches down on my cock in an attempt to steady the assault. I withdraw again, this time her ass hole is wide open and her legs tremble as she squirts. The sight brings me to the precipice of release, my cock explodes, pumping semen in her arse crease and waiting butthole. “S” grabs a pack of towelettes from her tote, using a handful to wipe herself clean, before handing the pack to me. We take a few more minutes to lay in the sun and recover before making the drive back into town.

25 April 2025

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Saturday night we received an invite to play with a couple we had played with previously (lets call them Tom and Cate), and that they were going to another couples house that they had met before and thought we'd enjoy all playing together. We started with drinks and small talk and instantly felt comfortable and an attraction with our hosts, (lets call them John and Tamara). Later in the night we all dressed down some naked and some not and got into their beautiful 10 person Spa Bath which was heated so well and had a few more drinks and some more small chat. We then moved it into the bedroom as John had asked us if we wanted to play and I said a resounding YES, much to hubby's agreement were we all swapped couples on their bed and floor mattress. John asked me if I was interested in having both of the horny guys fuck my pussy at the same time but after looking at his erect cock I said no as there was no way they were going to get both of their cocks in me at the same time, I heard him say sorry Tom maybe next time at which I laughed. I looked over to see Cate sucking on my hubby's cock who had a big ass grin on his face as I do love seeing him happy and having fun. Whilst I was loving being fucked from behind by John who had such a gorgeous long fat Cock that fucked me so deep I was enjoying watching my hubby with his head buried in Cate's pussy and Tom was fucking Tamara hard and deep as well. We then swapped partners again and Tom took me hard and fast missionary while John started fucking Cate and my hubby was enjoying cleaning up Tamara's pussy after it had been thoroughly fucked by Tom, I reached over and put my hand on his leg while he was licking her to another orgasm letting him know I was very much enjoying myself. This then turned to more swapping with our own partners where everyone sort of slowed down a little as before that it had been full on being fucked all different ways by Tom & John so the slower tempo was a good way to recover my breath a little, take a drink and each couple to be with their own partners for a bit. I started sucking hubby's cock for a while and while we were both enjoying that I could see him looking up towards John and Tamara as we were on the floor mattress and he was sort of giving him the side eye as if to say it was ok and next thing I know was I felt a pair of hands rubbing my ass that was sitting up just waiting to be fucked. I heard John mutter Beautiful to hubby who readily agreed that indeed it was and that's when I felt that long hard fat cock push into my wet tight pussy once again, I did hear hubby ask if John needed any lube but he said I was dripping wet already and that's when he got to work slamming into my wet dripping pussy and getting quite the leg workout as well by the way he was squatting. I looked up and saw 3 other sets of eyes on me egging us both on which just got me wetter as John kept hammering me from behind and I had all but given up trying to suck hubby's cock as my head was pushed into his stomach as he kept hammering away making me cum so hard till he finally stopped his legs burning he said. Hubby then said to John that if he had washboard abs they would of left a dint in my forehead he was getting smashed that hard which everyone thought was a great gag. Next thing I knew hubby had been replaced by Tom as he went up to play with Tamara for a bit more pussy licking I think and that's when I had my first threesome that didn't include my husband as I was spit roasted as the boys called it copping cock from both ends and was fucked rather hard by John while Tom was trying to deepthroat me with his cock. That went on for a little while as the guys slowed down a bit and I tried to get my breath back, John laid down on his side and I laid down with him and opened my leg so he could put his hard cock back in my sopping pussy from behind and he played with my clit while Tom went back to slowly putting his cock back in my mouth. I have to say the power I felt having these 2 horny guys trying to see who could make me cum first it felt like was incredible and as I looked up to the bed and saw my gorgeous hubby with the biggest grin on his face and that's when I knew that he was really into watching me fuck and suck other guys like this. We continued on for a little longer till everyone had been well and truly fucked and decided to call it a night. We all got dressed and had another drink and relaxed and then went home after saying our goodbyes and saying we will definitely be back for some more fun when we can. All in all it was a really great night and I still can't believe how relaxed and comfortable I was throughout the whole night it was just so good and the sex was amazing. As told by Hotwife Sarah, 20.04.2022

25 April 2025

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(This is a fantasy.) But it could come true just by waiting for the right one is it you This is more than just a fantasy — it’s a dream. A hope. A quiet whisper between two people who’ve lived life, loved deeply… and now want to live again. Together with her. We’re a real couple — still laughing, still touching, still hungry for connection. We’ve shared life’s ups and downs, but now we’re ready to write a new chapter — one with passion, adventure, and someone special joining us for the journey. We imagine her with us on a quiet beach holiday. Walking barefoot in the sand, hand in hand, giggling over a bottle of wine as the sun sets. He’s a few steps behind, watching the two of you, heart full, eyes lit up — knowing this is what happiness looks like. We imagine slow mornings in bed — soft kisses shared between three bodies tangled in warmth. Laughter over coffee. A shared look. Maybe a touch under the table that leads to an afternoon of teasing, touching, and forgetting the world outside. We imagine weekends away — wineries, picnic blankets, skinny dips in moonlit rivers. Passion beneath the stars. A cheeky hand on a thigh while the music plays. You’re not just a guest in our bed — you’re part of us. We want someone to love. A friend. A partner. A soul who can bring light into our life, not just lust. Someone to hold our secrets, share our silliness, join us for the quiet moments — and bring fire to the exciting ones. Of course we have toys. Of course there’s a sex machine. Of course we’re open, curious, and craving the heat. But it’s so much more than that. We want to make you smile when you walk through the door. We want to feel your warmth beside us in bed and your laughter filling up our home. We want to rediscover life — and love — with you by our side. This is our fantasy. No — this is our dream. And maybe… just maybe… it could be yours too.

25 April 2025

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FANTASY OPTION After a short chat online, we organise a bit of a role play scenario. You arrive at my place, and exit your car. You walk up to my front door, and see my note, letting you know that you’re at the correct place. So you slowly open up the front door, and walk inside. You get to my bedroom door, and see me (pretending to be) asleep, on my side. I’m dressed in my long bed pants, and t-shirt. You remove your pants and underwear, leaving them both just inside my bedroom door. Trying not to wake me, you slowly get onto the bed. You position yourself so your flaccid penis is near my face, and your head down towards the feet end. Using your fingers, you gently open my mouth, as I sleep soundly. Then you put your flaccid penis into my mouth, as my lips close around it. You move it around ever so gently, as it begins to grow in my mouth. After (as long as you like) getting hard and enjoying having your cock inside my sleeping mouth, you gently push me onto my back. You position my arms down by my sides. You’re enjoying the fact that I am fast asleep. You climb on top of me, and you slide your erect penis down my throat. You slowly move up and down, as you gently moan. You occasionally push down, deep down my throat using your whole body weight, as you hear me gag, and see my toes curl… but I stay fast asleep. You go back to slowly fucking my mouth for a while, then using your full body weight again, you push deep down my throat. My toes curl again, and you feel me gag. Only this time you hold yourself in deep for a while. You want to feel the sensation when I gag, of my throat tightening around your cock as you hold it in deep. After a minute or so, you relax and go on slowly fucking my throat again. You’re so surprised that I’m still fat asleep, so now you start to go faster. You’re now fucking my mouth quite hard and fast, as your balls make a slapping sound as they hit my face each time. Then you start to moan loud, indicating to me that you’re about to cum. So here is where you have options… Option 1… slam your cock in really hard and deep, and pump your cum straight down the back of my throat. Option 2… pull your cock mostly out of my mouth, leaving only the tip in. Here you can squirt your cum into my mouth, ensuring that I taste it, before it runs down my throat. Option 3… pull out completely, and squirt it all over my face, while I stay asleep. Option 4… pull out so you don’t cum, then continue fucking to go for longer. Then see other options. Once you have cum, however you choose, you slowly get off me. I’ll turn my head slightly away, still fast asleep, while you put on your pants and leave. FANTASY OPTION It starts exactly the same way, you look at me (pretending to be) asleep. Only this time I’m totally naked, laying face down, my cute little virgin bubble butt there for you to see. You quietly and slowly remove your pants and underwear, and stand at the end of the bed. My legs are slightly apart, so you perv on my arse while you stroke on your cock. You’re now mostly hard, so you climb in between my legs, moving them apart more with your knees. NOTE: my virgin hole will be pre lubed for your enjoyment. You lower my arms down by my sides, and gently climb on top of me. You guide your erect penis to my tight little hole, and begin to push it in. As the head of your cock pops through my hole, I let out a little whimper. You slowly begin moving up and down, as I stay fast asleep. Like my mouth scenario, you occasionally push in deep…sometimes holding it in. After (however long you choose) a while, you get faster. You get so hard and fast, I can feel your balls slapping between my legs. From here, you have even more options. Option 1… push in and blow deep inside my arse. Option 2… pull out and blow over my now gaping hole. Option 3… pull out, turn my sleeping body over onto its back, and go from my arse to my mouth. Then there’s all the options in the above fantasy ;-)

24 April 2025

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About two weeks ago, I had one of those nights you don’t easily forget. I met a wonderful woman at a lively nightclub in the heart of the city. We hit it off almost immediately, conversation flowing effortlessly, laughter sparking between us as if we’d known each other for years. After a few hours of talking, dancing, and sharing a few drinks, we both felt that undeniable chemistry building. Spontaneity took over, and we decided to extend the night together. We found a cozy hotel nearby, booked a room, and slipped away from the noise of the city into our own little world. After refreshing showers and a bottle of wine delivered to our door, we let the night unfold naturally. I’ve always believed in taking things slow, savoring every moment, and it seemed she appreciated that just as much. We spent time warming each other up, exploring each other with a kind of gentle curiosity that soon grew into deep, passionate intimacy. It was incredible, one of those rare connections where everything just clicks. In the soft light of morning, she told me she had no words to describe the pleasure she'd felt, that my hands had a kind of magic she had never experienced before. It was bittersweet, though, because she lives all the way in Perth. We said goodbye with a smile and a silent wish that maybe, just maybe, our paths would cross again someday.

23 April 2025

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I have always had younger girlfriends, but I guess over the last 10 years I have been drawn to watching mature women porn, I guess what they call granny porn. To tell the truth I love it, and it turns me on so much. Maybe its the taboo aspect of it, not sure. I love hairy, big labia, don't mind saggy breasts or imperfect body, which is great since am getting older myself. Anyway there is a very elegant mature lady who lives in my apartment block, I wrote a story about us earlier but thought I might share another. Anyway she is always well dressed, 75 years old but great body. We would just say hi and have polite chats in passing. Meanwhile I was wanking every night imagining fucking her. This went on for ages and then at some point we started going for walks around the bay, she always wore hot pants, white so I could see she was wearing a black g string underneath, and white tank top. Pretty sexy for an old bird. Eventually one day I said I must jump the barrier from friends to lovers but didn't know how.So when we were sitting on a bench in park during our walk, I told her about my feelings, and that I fantasised about her and have been wanking imagining having sex with her, then I started kissing her. At first she was saying no, I am too old for you, and that she had no idea I felt this way. I explained that I watched her come home from work for years and that I thought she was so hot. I was hard and I put her hand on my cock and said look what you do to me just kissing. She smiled and said, I had no idea. So we walked home and she invited me up for a coffee. Immediately inside her apartment we started kissing deeply with lots of tongue and my cock was hard again. I pulled out my cock and she started stroking it then fell to her knees and starting sucking me, and was she good. Then I said, I don't want to cum yet and stood her up, I parted her shorts and slid my fingers into her pussy, I said you are so wet and juicy, she replied I am a very sexual woman, of course i am wet, be careful, I am a squirter too. With that I took off her tank top and bra, pinched her nipples and gave them a good suck each. Then I unbuttoned her shorts, pulled them down, and turned her around spanking her arse, I said you are a very sexy lady with a g string aren't you, you're a naughty girl aren't you! She purred yes I am sonny. I removed her g string and rubbed her arse then put my hand between her crack and again into her soaked pussy, the slid my index finger in her arse. I then gestured her to the arm of the sofa, bent her forward, spread her arse cheeks revealing a very clean perfectly shaped brown starfish, something I have come to admire, I spread her pussy and she was dripping, in fact had already cum and squirted, she had lovely labia and just bit of hair, such a pretty pussy. I got on my knees and put my tongue in her ass, rimming her and she moaned wow I have not had that done before, then i went to her pussy and sucked her lips and lapped up her juices, pushing my tongue deep into her pussy, after a few minutes she was convulsing and squirting, she said I want you inside me! So I obliged, knowing I wouldn't last long as eating her turned me on so much, I slid my hard cock in and pounded away for all I was worth, culminating in a massive orgasm for us both as I announced I am cumming!! Eventually I pulled out my dripping cock, revealing the sofa arm to be also soaked , not to mention her pussy dripping cum and juices also. We have lots late night hook ups, afternoon get togethers at both our apartments, no one knows and its so hot, who would have thought. I would love to meet another mature lady or ultimately have 2 together, my girl here is not interested in sharing but who knows...

22 April 2025

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She was from another state and was planning a trip down to Melbourne. She wanted to hook up with someone while down here. She was post-grad level educated, into her classical music, quite prim and proper in her public life. Not the sort of girl you would expect to organise a casual fuck when interstate. Understandably she was being quite careful about organising something like this. While we were chatting online leading up to her trip building chemistry and getting to know each other. I learned she had two rules: One, she was staying at a friends house in Melbourne and if things worked out I had to take her back there to fuck her. And two, she would not share her first name with me. At all. Until we met and she was comfortable. Not even a fake name. I guess it was her way of protecting herself and her identity which I was completely fine with at first. But over the weeks of chatting I did get a little annoyed as we had built a lot of chemistry and shared quite a bit about each other, and our lives and even then she would not even share with me her first name. When she came to Melbourne I met her in a busy city street. She was deliciously curvy with lovely green eyes. I greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and we made her way to the restaurant she had been wanting to try in Melbourne which I’d booked. At dinner the chemistry continued to build and I could feel the mutual attraction and sexual tension between us rising. I could tell she was getting more and more comfortable with me. Halfway through dinner she looks into my eyes and smiles asking me, “Do you want to know my name now?" I smiled back and looked into those sexy green eyes of hers directly and answered… “No”. At this point, with all the sexual tension that had built up, not knowing her name was no longer an annoyance but instead a turn on. She was a bit taken aback not expecting me to say no, but I could see immediately that me taking control of how this night would turn out excited her immensely. After dinner I took her to a bar. Melbourne has a lot of bars down dark and dirty alleyways which end up being pretty cool bars. I took her to this really cool bar which is off three dark and dirty alleyways. I knew if a girl let me take her there she trusted me. We had some more drinks there. We were standing near a tall bar table with our drinks. By this stage we could not keep our hands off each other and I leaned in to kiss her on the mouth. I could tell she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I discreetly ran my hand between her thighs under her skirt. She was wearing fishnet stockings, and suspenders. While we continued kissing more and more seductively, while my hand was between her thighs discreetly climbed higher and higher until I could run my fingers along her soaked panties, feeling her needy cunt that I suggested that she should break rule number one, “Come back to my place.” No longer in control she agreed letting out a low moan just as my thumb caressed her clit over her panties. As soon as we got back to my place we were all over each other. Undressing each other as soon as the front door closed behind us. It took us a while to get upstairs into my bedroom as I’d stop every few stairs to play with her. At one point I bent her over the stairs, pulling her panties to the side and burying my face between her legs from behind, running my tongue along her creamy pussy lips greedily. By the time we had got to the top of the stairs we were both naked. Except I left her stockings and suspenders on because they drove me absolutely wild. When I did get her in bed I remember going down on her for a long, long time. Licking her pussy and clit over and over while fingering her tight pussy with my fingers. She was so wet from my mouth and her juices and she tasted delicious. My tongue kept working over her clit as my fingers pushed inside her in just the right way. I loved it. I could tell from her moans and her writhing that she loved it too so I just kept tasting her for ages. Eventually as her moans got louder, she grabbed the back of my head, forcing my mouth and tongue firmly onto her cunt, as she came all over my mouth bucking her hips up to meet me. She came long and hard against my mouth and tongue as I kept lapping up all of her. We paused after she’d finally finished cumming so we could recover. I hadn’t realised but during that respite she explained that she hadn’t cum like that before. She had only ever cum once before with an ex-boyfriend who made her cum once in the two years they had been together. I grinned with a little pride, her juices still glistening on my lips knowing this. By this stage I could tell she was dying to tell me her name and she asked me again if I was ready. I looked her in the eyes once more and told her “No, I don’t want to know yet”. After she recovered I finally went back to playing with her. I remember her lying back on the bed, her legs nice and wide waiting for me to fuck her. Pushing inside her for the first time and feeling how wet and tight she was. Fucking her nice and slow at first as she kissed me and tasted her own cunt off my lips. With the night being full of sexual tension and me being turned on since dinner I was never going to last long. I remember flipping her onto all fours and fucking her from behind with her big gorgeous arse shaking and jiggling in front of me. I couldn’t help but let go and cum. I pulled out of her wet cunt and came all over her arse cheeks. A little later, we were talking in bed as we both recovered. Somehow the conservation moved to her mentioning that she was into yoga and really flexible. Of course she wanted to demonstrate. She gets up out of bed standing up and bends down and putting the palms of her hands on the floor exposing her pussy and ass to me bent over still in her suspenders and fishnet stockings. Seeing her pussy and arse exposed to me like this as she stood bent over meant recovery time was over. I was already getting hard for round two but now she had my cock throbbing. I couldn’t resist. I immediately leapt out of the bed getting behind her and grabbing her hips from behind and pushing my cock into her pussy while she remained bent over. I starting fucking her tight pussy from behind hard, deep and rough. With one hand I slapped her arse cheek and with my other I pushed my thumb into her tight asshole while she remained bent over touching the floor submitting her arse and cunt to me. It was while my thumb was pushing into her arse and my cock driving in and out of her tight cunt that her whole persona changed and she lost control entirely. This prim and proper educated, good girl started talking very dirty to me. Loudly yelling, “Fuck my cunt!!”, “Fuck your dirty whore!!”, “I want to be your little cum slut!” .. and similar dirty things as I kept roughly fucking this nameless little slut. Her dirty talk was driving me wild and I could feel my cock throbbing with each stroke deep inside her pussy.She finally stopped touching her toes and stood up, remaining bent over slightly so I could still pound her cunt hard and deep from behind. She begged me, “Choke me!” as I fucked her. I wrapped my hands around her neck and choked her while I yelled dirty things to her and fucked her pussy from behind like a wild animal. I choked her with one hand and used my free hands to bring her whole body back to meet the thrust of my hard cock deep inside her. Each thrust jolted her whole body. I didn’t want her to pass out so I placed my hands down back to her hips so I could bring her whole body hard onto my cock with thrust inside her. She went back down to touching the floor and exposing her beautiful round ass to me once more. I continued to pound her tight cunt hard and deep as she continued her dirty talk to me. Her dirty filthy mouth had me so fucking aroused. I had not expected someone so educated, and cultured to be as dirty as she was could be such a dirty slut. I could not last long like this, her dirty talk and using her like this pushed me over the edge. As I was about to cum I wheeled her around to face me and onto her knees just as I released a hot load of my cum across her face and into her mouth. As she kneeled in front of me with my cum across her smiling face I finally asked her, “Ok, what’s your name?”. She looked up at me with her sexy eyes green eyes, my cum across her face and on her lips trying to tease me that little bit longer, “Guess, it starts with an ‘S’”. And you know what? I guessed correctly.

22 April 2025

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“Hey, mind if I sit here?” You look up from your drink and take me in with a glance, before nodding with a slight smile. “Sure.” You take another sip of your – what is it, lemon lime and bitters? – and then take a longer look at me. “I haven’t seen you in here before.” “Oh, no,” I say. “I’m in from out of town for a work thing. Staying upstairs. They’re nice rooms. Have you seen them?” I do a double take, and stammer “I mean, that’s not an invitation.” You laugh. “OK, I believe you.” “I’m married,” I clarify. “Shame,” you say, and my blush deepens. I take you in. About my age. Wide, green-grey eyes, shoulder length, wavey brown hair, a very sexy open blouse, showing generous cleavage… …and a wedding ring. “You’re married too?” “Yes,” you say. “He’s not here tonight. I just wanted to get out and have some fun. He’s totally ok with that,” you add, catching my eye and raising your eyebrows slightly. “How about your wife?” I swallowed. In theory, this was all very exciting. In reality though… “I, er, I mean, she… She said we should try to meet someone new. Meet a stranger, flirt a bit. See what happens.” “So the room thing was an invitation then,” you say, your smile widening. “Oh, I mean, well, no. But I hadn’t started yet.” I feel that I have to justify my lack of skill in this area. “It’s been ten years.” “Mmm,” you say. “Yes, me too. OK, give me your best line.” I purse my lips, thinking. “OK, sure. Sorry, Miss, do you think you could help me?” “Uh, sure. What’s the matter?” “There’s something wrong with my phone.” “Really? What?” “It doesn’t have your number in it.” I beam. You groan. “Oh God. You really haven’t done this in awhile.” You reach up and touch my cheek. “Lucky that I’d already decided to come up and see how nice your room is.” *** You have my shirt off by the time we get to the door of my suite. My lips move from your neck to your breasts, my hands cupping each one, my thumb pressing against raised nipples through the lace bra. We stumble back towards the bed and then you fall back onto the mattress and I am between your legs, sliding your skirt up to reveal black lace panties and my lips kiss down your belly and over the raised skirt and my fingers slide the lace aside and my tongue darts out and I lick along the folds of your labia and you gasp. My hands slide under the skirt and grasp your hips and my nose presses against your mound of Venus and my lips close around you and suck gently and you wriggle as you yank off your bra and blouse and then press your hands down on my head, twining fingers into my hair and lock your thighs against my cheeks. You come quickly under my tongue and lips and then pull me roughly up onto the bed by my hair, drawing your legs up and guiding me inside you. I kiss your nipples and neck as I thrust inside you, feeling you clench around me each time I am fully in, both of us gasping at the glorious sensation. “Come inside me,” you say, and I am only too happy to oblige. I pump faster, your legs pressed against your chest, your mouth open in ecstasy. My cock spasms and I freeze, buried in you to the hilt as I spurt over and over, groaning loudly. When I finish twitching, you pull me down and onto the bed, rolling over and draping a leg over me as you nuzzle into my chest. We lie that way, panting and enjoying the closeness, until you look up and gasp as you realise that we’d left the door wide open through the entire thing. “Not it,” you say, and I roll out of bed and walk over to the door to close it. I stick my head out into the hallway. There’s no one there. “Huh,” I say, crawling back next to you. “We could have had spectators.” “Mmm,” you say. You look up at me. “That would have been hot.” “Really?” “I think so,” you say, considering. “Having someone watch us while we do that? I think it would be fun.” “Wow,” I say, smiling down at you. “I’m finding out stuff about you left and right. First the ‘picking up a stranger in a bar’ fantasy, and now the exhibitionist? Who did I marry?” “You married me,” you say, lightly slapping my chest. “And after ten years, it’s probably a good idea that we find out some of this stuff. Come on. Don’t you have any fantasies you’d like to try out?” I frown. “I mean, there’s the threesome thing, but I know you’re not interested…” “I just don’t feel that way about women. Now, if you wanted to get another man in the bed…” I stare at you. “Really?” “Not for you. You’d both be all mine. I want to have all the attention on me.” Your eyes wander down to my stiffening cock. “You like that idea, huh?” “I am intrigued.” “Anything else you want to do?” “Well,” I hedged. “I imagine having a massage that goes into unprofessional places. As you say, all of the attention on me. Maybe a couples massage so that you could be there too.” “Oh, it’s not me massaging you?” you tease, hand trailing downwards. “I would never say no to a massage from you, but this is a fantasy, right?” “Go nuts,” you say. “So this is a sexy redhead with pale skin and round breasts covered in oil, straddling your legs while she massages your back and then asking you if you want to turn over?” Your hand is stroking my cock now, and my free hand slides over your breasts. “Yeah,” I breathe. “And when I’m on my back, she’d use her breasts to get me all oily as well. I can imagine them around my cock.” “You mean, like this?” you say, and slide downward on the bed. My cock slides between your breasts and you squeeze them together, sliding up and down, my cockhead poking out between before being engulfed again. The next time it appears you give it a kiss, causing me to shiver, before continuing to stroke me with your irresistible orbs. “And will she keep going until you come on her chest?” you ask, pushing me onto my back before resuming your ministrations. “Do you want to spray all over those wonderful boobs? Or see cum dripping from her red hair?” You speed up. I start to moan at the vision in my head and the feeling of your breasts on my cock. “How would you feel if I was watching you as this harlot is covered with your spunk. What if I was playing with myself as you did it?” I groaned louder, losing control, ready to cum. “What if some guy was massaging me at the same time, his hands between my legs as this red headed whore fucked you with her tits?” That was the clincher. I jerked, cum spraying out from between your breasts, coating your neck and chin, making a slippery mess as you continued to stroke me between your tits. You grin up at me and give my softening cock a final kiss, and then roll of the bed. “Something to think about,” you say, and head for the bathroom for a shower. I lie back on the bed and gasp for breath. *** Dinner the next night in the restaurant is delicious. You have the steak, I have a risotto. We share a bowl of chips. We have our own desserts, at your insistence. After dinner, we walk the beach trail, holding hands and stopping occasionally to watch the moon reflect over the rippling ocean. The boardwalk winds between the trees and then out again to show us the beach. My hand slides down into your back jeans pocket and I give your fabulous bum a squeeze. “Yesterday was fun,” I venture. You bump into me gently. “And this morning. And this afternoon.” “Indeed. But I meant how I went down on you and only afterwards realised the door was still open.” “Ha. Yes. The thrill of being caught.” I pull you close and cup one breast in the moonlit darkness. “Just like having sex in the bushes by the beach at night time,” I whisper into your ear. You pull back and look at me, and then along the trail and then into the bushes. I nuzzle your ear and you shiver. “You want to have sex here?” you ask. “It’s all I can think about,” I say, sliding my hand inside your jeans and running a finger under your panties. You make a purring sound, which makes me laugh, and you slap me and push me off the path and into the trees. The foliage along the shore is thick, but with clearings under the canopy, just made for having sex in. I slide in behind you and press you up against the trunk of a tree, kissing your neck and sliding my hands under your sweater and up to cup your breasts. You lean back into me and hold onto the tree branch. “Tree hugger,” I tease. My hands slide downwards and slide down your hips, pushing your jeans down. You look around, suddenly alarmed. “Can you hear anyone?” you ask. I shake my head against your neck, and one hand reaches around to slide between your legs over your panties. You thrust back against me and rub my cock through my jeans. “Get this thing out and poke me with it.” I yank my own pants down to my ankles and press my cock between your ass cheeks. You pull your panties down, flicking them over my cock and then pushing me backwards until you can grab the tree, bent over and ready. I feel your wetness as my cock slides over your pussy and I rub my cockhead over your clit. “Stop playing and fuck me,” you command, and I obey, finding your entrance and sliding in. You gasp and arch your back. You’re holding the tree with one hand and your other presses against your breast, tweaking the nipple through the material. I start to thrust and all worry about people passing on the trail disappears. You murmur and I thrust into you, always marvelling at how good you feel around me. How right it feels when we’re together. I run my fingers up your spine, grab your hips and thrust. Leaves tickle my face and the cool sea breeze evaporates my sweat. The moonlight shows you to me in silhouette. Your pale skin shines in the night as our bodies slap together. Your breasts are out as you pull up the sweater and free a nipple to tweak and your breathing is heavy and you’re letting out little moans as I tell you I love you. I look out through the gaps in the trees. Someone looks back at me. He’s grinning widely and as he catches my eye, he gives me a big wink. His shoulder is moving up and down and I realise that he must be masturbating as he watches us. I lose my rhythm and stop for a second, fully inside her. “Hmm. Mmm. You ok?” You ask. I look down at your heavenly ass and my cock glistening with your wetness and I know I’m not going to stop. I start up again, and lean forward, grasping your shoulder and moving my mouth close to your ear. “We’re being watched,” I murmur. This time you start and your head shoots back, almost cracking into my nose. You look back at me, eyes wide. I gesture in the direction of our voyeur, off to the left. You turn your head and see him. His eyes are half closed now, as he strokes himself, watching us go at it. “Oh God,” you moan, and I’m not sure whether it is with pleasure or mortification. I pull you back against me, thrusting up now instead of forward, and whisper in your ear. “Is this ok?” I ask. “I can stop. I don’t want to, but I can.” My hand slips around and I rub your clit with one finger, making you squirm. “Oh you asshole,” you say. But then you grind down onto me. “No, it’s fine. Fuck me. Look at him wanking away, wishing it was him in me instead of you.” I look at the guy. He catches my eye again, looks at you, takes a step forward. Now he is inside the canopy with us. He strokes an impressively large cock with one hand and his breathing is heavy as he watches us. You lean forward again and I grab your hips and stroke into you, enjoying the audience. You are moaning more too. The guy’s hand blurs on his cock and it jerks up and down as he stares at us and pants with excitement. You lift your top and pull it over your head, and I unclip your bra so your breasts hang free, slapping backwards and forwards with my thrusts, your nipples hard and surrounded with gooseflesh in the cool night air. The voyeur goes wild at the sight. His cock is jerking and his knees are buckling and he is groaning at your gorgeous naked body. I can feel you getting close as well with my thrusts and the attention from this stranger, and as you frig your clit with one hand I let myself go and you come and I spurt inside you, milked by your contractions. And the guy comes as well, spurting across the small clearing and landing in a puddle between our feet. And he sags against a tree, and I pull you into an embrace and turn you to kiss you. And when we pull back, he has gone. “Well,” you say. “That’s another one off the bucket list.” *** When I wake up the next morning you are gone. I lie there for awhile, waiting, but eventually get up and take a shower to wash clean after another marathon sex session. When we return each evening the sheets have been replaced. I am sure they must be talking about us down in the laundry room by now. Drying off, I hear you come into the room. “Oh good,” you say. “I was hoping you’d be ready to go.” “Go?” I ask. “I have a surprise for you.” “Do we have time to…?” I drop my towel. You shake your head. “Later. Come on, get dressed.” You give the Uber driver an address, which means nothing to me, and a few minutes later we’re outside another hotel. You tap away at your phone and a few seconds later it bings. “Ok, got a room number.” I frown, looking up at the hotel. It’s swanky, and I can see a swimming pool through the back and pictures of spacious rooms along the walls on brochures. “You got us a second room?” I ask. “I got us a massage,” you say, and knock on a room door. The door opens and my eyes widen. At the entrance, dressed in a silk kimono, is a beautiful redhead. Her breasts strain against the silk fabric and the garment doesn’t cover much past her thighs, revealing shapely legs. Her eyes are a vivid blue and she smiled out at us. “Come in,” she says, checking the hallway and ushering us inside. The hotel room was dim, lit with candles and smelling strongly of incense and oils. There was relaxing music playing from a speaker attached to a mobile phone and two beds separated by a screen. From behind that screen, a young man steps out. He is also dressed in a kimono, and his body is fit and tanned and completely hairless. “It was a couples massage, right?” the woman says, and you nod. I see that your eyes are locked on the body of the guy next to the far bed. “Good-o. You can leave your clothes over on that chair. I’ll look after this one,” she touches my arm, smiling, “and Anton will see to you.” I look at you and raise an eyebrow. You give me a wicked grin. OK, so this is happening then. I mentally shrug and pull my shirt over my head. You are dropping your blouse onto the chair and sliding your skirt to the ground. I appreciate your lovely bottom as you bend to pick it up, and then pull my togs off and drop them next to my shirt. “Dress light,” you’d said. I turn to the redhead and she motions to the bed. “Lie down on your front,” she says. You’ve already disappeared behind the screen. I can see a silhouette but no real features through the thin fabric. I lie down. “First time?” asks the redhead, and I can hear the guy making small talk with you as well. “Having a massage? No. Having a naked couples massage? Yes.” She laughs. “Ah well, we’ll look after you. Just relax.” Her hands run lightly over my body, feeling for tension, exploring me. “You’re tense.” “I’m a lot more relaxed after these last few days.” “God, I don’t want to see you normally then,” she says. I feel warm oil drip down along my back, and then her hands return, spreading the oil and pressing down on my back along various pressure points. I let out an involuntary moan. On the other side of the curtain you laugh. “Sounds like you’re having fun over there,” you say. And then “Oh, mmm, that’s good.” “You too.” The redhead moves in front of me. I lift my head to look as her thumbs press into my shoulders. The kimono was untied and I was very close to her smooth pale skin and simple white panties. I tried to look further upwards, but she pressed down on the back of my neck. “All good things come to those who wait,” she chided. I let her work on my back. It was heavenly. She moved to my legs, working my tight calves and kneading my thighs and glutes, really getting the elbow in. I grunted, but she knew what was ok and what was too much. Through the curtain, I could see Anton’s shadow moving over you and hear your appreciative murmurs. More oil dripped down onto my lower back and hands slid down over my buttocks, rubbing the oil into the nooks and crevices. She ran her hands up my inner thighs and her fingers brushed against my testicles. I jumped. It was an intense sensation, but not as intense as when her finger ran right up my crack and rolled gently over my anus. I moaned, eliciting another chuckle from you on the other side of the curtain. There was a creak as my masseuse knelt over me on the bed and a rustle as the kimono slid onto the floor. And then red hair cascaded down over my face and her oiled breasts pressed against my back and her lips were near my ear. “Is this ok?” she whispered. I nodded enthusiastically. There was a moan from the other side of the curtain. Presumably you were being treated to something similar. “Do we need the curtain?” I asked. I desperately wanted to see what Anton was doing to you. “Maybe later it can go. For now, you are all mine.” She lay down on top of me and I felt her breasts slide from my shoulders down to my buttocks and back up again. Her pubic hair stroked my back and her hands slid along my sides and down around my hips and under me, reaching for and finding my straining erection. The full body sensation was intense. She breathed into my ear, purring with pleasure as she stroked me against the sheets. Her hair was on my face and she smelled like cinnamon and she writhed against my back and I felt like my entire world was her touch. I pressed down against her hand on my cock, fearing that it would be over too soon, and she recognised my needs and held it while she continued to slide against me. Through the curtain I could see Anton moving forward and backwards on top of you. Was he inside you already? Or did he have his cock pressed between your buttocks, oil lubricating him as he slid up and down, his hands on your breasts and his cock encased in your crease? After a good ten minutes of this, my redhead leans forward and whispers “Turn over.” I am more than happy to oblige. And finally, I get a good look at the woman you decided should massage me. She is a goddess. Hair of fire, eyes of ice. Her figure looks drawn by 80s super hero comic book artists – large breasts smattered with freckles and with pink nipples surrounded with a small pink ring. Her waist is small and her hips wide. A triangle of neatly trimmed red pubic hair points towards puffy lips that I just long to kiss. She kneels over me, straddling my legs and watches me watching her. Her eyes drop to my cock, which spasms with desire, straight up. “Got to make sure you’re relaxed all over,” she whispers, and leans down. Face over my belly, still looking into my eyes, she dribbles more oil from a little plastic bottle along the line of my belly, caps the bottle with one hand and drops it to the bed. Then she strokes me with one hand while she holds herself up with the other, fingers sliding over my skin, spreading the oil over my front. When I am suitably oiled, she leans forward. Her breasts slide up my legs and come to rest on either side of my straining cock. She wiggles them from side to side. I sigh with desire. She moves forward, sliding up my belly until her perfect ruby lips are just above my own, and I can feel her crotch pressing against my cock. Her hips gyrate. Her breath against my lips is sweet. She slides up and down a little, my cock pressed against my belly and her sex. “Is this what you want her to see?” she whispers into my mouth. I want to kiss those lips. I nod, awestruck. She reaches out and tugs at the curtain, which slides easily along the rails and gives me a sudden view of you. And you of me. Your eyes widen as you see her sliding up and down on top of me. My mouth drops open as I catch sight of your fingers curled into Anton’s hair, hiding his face which is buried between your thighs. We stare at each other, seeing the reality of what had only been a shadow on cloth. And then my redhead lifts my chin up to press her lips against mine and your Anton does something that makes you throw your head back and moan. I throw my arm out and you grab hold of my hand and we share our separate pleasures with no recriminations. My masseuse rises up, her breasts magnificent in the candle light, her legs straddling my thighs and her sex grinding against my cock. She rides the length of it, from base to tip and each time I think it’s going to slip in, but each time she pauses and then strokes backwards again. She leans backward on both hands and dry humps me in a way that is in no way dry. Oil and natural lubrication has us sliding against each other and I can’t believe I haven’t slipped into her just by chance. The friction is making me crazy. I lift my hips into her and she slams me back down with her thighs. I get it. This is her show, not mine. Your fingers dig into my hand, and I look over. Anton is climbing up your body, kissing you as he rises. His hands stroke your breasts and his fingers close around your nipples and his cock is like a steel bar and you look at me and I nod and your free hand goes to it and guides him in. And my redhead sees that and she laughs with delight and she rises up and when she comes down she impales herself on my erection and I cry out with the sheer pleasure of it. And you and I can feel our hands entwined but now we also feel total strangers fucking us with abandon. Glorious images of sexual perfection and skills born of years of practice. And I watch him thrusting into you, bigger than me, fitter than me, and I don’t care because I love you and you love me. And you watch me being ridden by this beautiful woman of flame and desire, her hips revolving as she works me towards explosion and you know that I will always come back to you. “Oh God, I’m close,” I moan, and she grins and strokes me a couple more times with her tight pussy and then she springs up and turns around on the bed and now her thighs straddle my face and her pussy lips press down on my nose and lips and I am in heaven as I suck and lick at her sex. And then there is a sudden warmth on my cock as she takes me in her mouth and her tongue revolves against my glans as those ruby lips slide to the base of my cock and her throat closes around my cock and convulses against the head and my tongue is deep inside her and I am so close to cumming. And I can barely see you but it’s enough to see Anton, thrusting that magnificent cock between your breasts and into your mouth and I give a muffled yell and spurt into the redhead’s mouth as Anton sprays all over your chest. “How was that?” asks the redhead. I nod, huge, satisfied smile on my face. She peers over at the mobile phone. “We still have a bit of time. Let’s push the beds together.” Anton rubs you down with a warm, wet towel while I receive the same, and then he pushes the two single beds together and lies down beside you while I shift to your other side. “One thing left on the list,” I say, and reach out to pull Anton’s hand to your breast. I nuzzle at your neck, while he kisses your back. You wriggle a little and look at me, surprised. But I shrug. “Two at once, you said.” And I ran a finger down your belly and down between your legs as he cups your breast and nibbles at the back of your neck. And I roll you over so I can play with your ass and you can stroke his cock and he can suck on your breasts and I can slide my cock between your cheeks. And after a moment, I feel breath on my neck as well, and the redhead’s hands slide between my ass cheeks and stroke my balls as I find your entrance and slip inside. And she slides an oiled finger around my anus and presses against the puckered opening and finger fucks me as I fuck you. And he is stroking your clit and if he gives my cock a tug around the base occasionally too, then I don’t see that as a bad thing. But your body is covered by our bodies and filled with my cock and your hands stroke his and I feel you welling up and fuck me but that finger in my ass is good! You gasp as you come, and I bite down softly on your shoulder as I do. Anton spills his seed onto your stomach from your stroking. And my redhead withdraws her finger, tugs gently on my balls and whispers into my ear “Times up, hun.” They clean up the bedroom while we wash each other in the shower and stare into each other’s eyes and wonder how this will change things. And it will change things. But as I look at you, I’m pretty sure it will be for the better. Happy Anniversary.

20 April 2025

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Sandra and I were in my kitchen drinking coffee. She and her husband were in the process of having a pool built by a guy named Paul. The build was taking a long time due to the design of the house and the slope of the land. While we were discussing the pool's progress, Sandra announced: “I've fucked Paul, the pool builder.” I stood up, took Sandra's coffee cup out of her hand and held out my hand. She took my hand and we walked to the bedroom. We undressed each other, I climbed on top of her and slowly slid my very hard cock into her very wet pussy. After a few strokes to warm up, I said: “Tell me about fucking Paul.” She told me he had asked her out for a drink during the day, they talked for an hour and then he told her that he would like to fuck her. Sandra said: “In that case, you are going to need a room.” I asked Sandra to get on top so that I could drive my very hard cock into her wet, slutty cunt while she told me the story. They went to a motel and fucked twice over two hours. Since then, they have fucked on two further occasions. As we fucked, she told me he was married and he was also fucking another pool customer. Sandra's sluttiness excited me and I told her I was going to come. Sandra was always able to reach orgasm quickly so she came as I came inside her hot cunt. Each time we fucked after that, I would check up on her Paul-fucking exploits. On one occasion, she said her husband was away on a golfing weekend and she wanted to fuck Paul in her bed. Paul was unavailable that weekend so she told me she went to a disco in the city on the Saturday night, picked up a guy, took him home and fucked him. On hearing this I pulled her jeans down, bent her over the kitchen bench and slid my very hard cock into her very wet cunt and fucked her until we came together.

20 April 2025

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"I always think back at that time in that beer garden where you made me cum with those people right behind us", she reminisced. I had caught up with her in an inner city beer garden for lunch. It wasn't a warm day so there weren't too many people around us. We sat on a park bench type of seat facing the back wall of the beer garden. As always when I caught up with her I tried to sit in the most optimal place where I could discreetly get access to her. There were office high rises either side of us. I suspect they could have seen us if they were looking down and knew what they were looking for. "I think about how audacious we were and wonder if anyone was watching us... and secretly wishing someone was.", she reflected. I had taken my jacket off and placed it across our laps knowing I'd want to touch her. I was to her left and I sort of sat on my leg on the bench so I could lean towards her. Leaning to my right to face her for easy access. We didn't get to catch up as often as we liked and when we did I always found it hard not to touch her. I immediately ran my left hand under my jacket and touched her knee and slowly ran my hand upwards higher along her leg and under her dress. I felt her tremble a little at my touch and for the anticipation of what she knew what was to come. As we chatted I discreetly ran my hand lower between her thighs. Instinctively she parted her legs a little as my hands reached between her thighs because she knew my intentions. I started running my fingers on her cunt through her panties. I could feel her the outline of her wet cunt through her panties. I ran my thumb between her cunt lips as best I could up and down occasionally rubbing her clit through her panties. We did our best to remain composed but we were both so aroused we almost didn't notice the group of people that had sat on the table and chairs right behind us. We were separated by a small thin low planter box between our outdoor benches. There was no more than 30 cm between us and the people sitting with their backs to us. I kept touching her as we made conversation. As always we spoke a lot about sex. We spoke about past sexual experiences with each other, experiences we'd had with others and things we wanted to do in future. This sort of talk always got us both aroused and turned on. We kept the tone of our conversation as normal as possible and we weren't whispering. I am sure if the people behind us listened intently enough they could have heard it all. Maybe they did, but I suspect they were caught up in their own conversations to notice. Her panties were absolutely soaked through as she squirmed at the feel of my fingers on her. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore, and I pulled her panties to the side and started touching her cunt and clit as she parted her thighs a little wider to give me more access, while she bit her lip trying to remain composed. She was so deliciously wet that it made it easy for me to slide a finger into her soaking wet cunt while I rubbed her clit with my thumb. I fingered her slowly while we continued to make conversation. Occasionally as my fingers touched her in just the right way she'd stop talking, close her eyes and bite her lip a little restraining herself from moaning out too loudly. I wonder if the people behind us knew that the woman behind them was being fingered to an orgasm. They were so close to us I wondered if they could taste the sweet scent of her cunt in the air like I could. "When I see or hear of people getting caught in public having sex it takes me back because if given the chance i would have quite happily been fucked and fucked you back right there and then with anyone around. I just didn't care.", she told me afterwards. I continued fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit and I could feel she was getting close. She'd cum for me so many times in the past I knew the signs of her getting close. I also knew she could get very, very loud when she came and lost control. I put my right arm over her shoulder and discreetly grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair. With any hint of her losing control and moaning too loud just a little I would grip her hair tighter and pull her head back just a little. Reigning in and controlling her building orgasm. I kept fucking her soaked wet cunt with my fingers trying to push inside her deeper while trying to keep my jacket still draped over my hand between her legs. I could feel her clit engorged against my thumb as I fucked her. Her eyes were closed, she bit her lip, her breathing more laboured. I could feel her hips bucking upwards slightly pushing her pussy up to meet my fingers. I knew she was so very close to the point of no return. I made some meaningless small talk to her to maintain the facade to the people behind us. She held her breath and bit her lip once more as she let go and started to cum hard for me. I could feel her body shaking and some guttural moans about to escape from her sexy mouth so I pulled on her hair extra tight to bring her back into line and to clamp the volume of her orgasm. She kept cumming over my fingers letting out her breath slowly as she descended from the peak of her climax. She finally finished cumming with her eyes still closed. I am not sure if the people behind us knew what was going on or not. Their conversation continued like they hadn't but who knows? I slowly pulled my hand out from between her legs and discreetly licked my fingers tasting her cunt before kissing her on the mouth so she could taste a little of herself. We both went back to our conversation like nothing had happened. "That's probably the naughtiest thing I have ever done in daylight hours in public." It was so very sexy to make her cum in public like that with people literally right behind us. But I think she's forgotten about the time I made her cum during the day at the local Botanical gardens. Story for another day.

18 April 2025

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Part 1 - Preparations You are on the phone with him. You smile and your face glows like the sun. I love this moment when you make plans and when you dive into this parallel world. I could not be more excited as I sit next to you, listening. You know how much I want you - and you play with this power you have over me keeping me guessing of what you have arranged for us tonight. All I know is that this call is only a little taste of what's to come. After you hang up, you finally let me in on your plans. Tonight, he will dominate you. He will tie you up and I am to watch and help him. I am to accept that he will take you hard in front of my eyes... I kiss you passionately as I submit to the overwhelming power that my love has over my mind. I am ready to set you free once more. Part 2 - Teasing, Sharing, Serving His hands are all over you. I sit on the sofa watching him tease you. You wear the black bra again, revealing panties and these extremely sexy stockings that wrap playfully around your thighs. He sits behind you on our Tanata love seat - a special sofa piece that is shaped like your body and allows him to place in position however he wants. He slides his hands across your body. Your hands are tied with a black rope and your arms surround his head as he passionately kisses you. I can barely handle the lust I feel burning between my legs as I watch his fingers pleasuring you passionately and wild. Your breath goes fast and faster. Your skin blushes under his sensual assault as he takes off your bra and reveals your beautiful round boobs for his own pleasure. And your body starts to shiver as his strong hands send you towards your first orgasm. Once your body recovered from these intense explosions, you catch your breath and finally send your eyes towards me. "Did you like that baby?" you ask. I nod lovingly and you can see how much desire I have for you. "Good, are you ready to watch me suck his cock, baby?" you ask. I lean forward and reply "Absolutely". For the next 5 minutes, I watch how he thrusts his enormous member into your mouth. Again and again you tease me, asking "Do I look good with his cock in my mouth, baby?". I am so jealous and want to be him... but I answer "yes baby, his cock looks so good in your mouth", as I want him to continue fucking the face of the woman I love. You tease his balls with your tongue, lustfully, and with passion. He pulls your head closer and enters your throat as deep as he can. After he is satisfied with you, he commands "Stand Up!" and you obey him. "Tell him to take off your panties" he orders. Impatiently and louder he repeats "Tell him!!!!!!". And you obey again, saying "Take of my panties for him now, Andi, so he can fuck me". I feel dominated by the both of you, as I lean forward and slowly remove your panties. Immediately, he pulls you towards him and commands you to sit on his cock. He has revealed his perfectly shaped and muscular body now and as you start riding him, he lifts you up and down with his strong arms, knowing that you cannot escape or move away while your hands are still tied up. Again, he sends you over the edge and towards your second orgasm. Both of you keep commenting on your lust for each other. When you order me to hold your hear for him, I willingly obey. While your bodies merge, your eyes also connect and I can see the intense passion and love you developed for him. In this moment, now, you are his! And so am I. He controls what happens. And he owns you as much as you own me. He enjoys his power and decides to degrade me whilst showing you his power. He points to a satin scarf on the sofa and commands me "Hold her in place for me while I fuck your woman". He points to the scarf again and then to your mouth. Submissively, I obey and accept the humiliation. You excitedly agree to his playfulness and open your mouth for the scarf. He pull you upwards and hold you in place as you present your fully exposed body to him and he rushes his big cock into you wilder and wilder. After he turned himself on to the next level, he flips you over and changes the rope on your hands. He now ties you to the Love seat in a position where you are on all fours and your ass is highly elevated so that he has easy access to your hole. You look at me in excitement and ask "Do you like how he owns your woman? Do you like seeing him take me away from you? Do you like to see me getting used by another man?". You know that I will answer in full truth. And that the answer is "Yes, my love - I like seeing you being used by another man". "Good boy" you answer with a devious smile. And your acknowledgement sends more lust through my body than I can bear. Desperately, I start to rub myself through my pants, knowing that only you have the power to free me from them. He leans over you and kisses your back gently and lovingly while his cock enters you and continues his assault. I can see how close you are to him and that you want to be used. You enjoy the desire you wake in him and he is all you want in this moment. You moan loudly and I can see how free you feel while your hands are tied and your body is controlled so forcefully by your lover. You beg him to fuck you deeper and harder. And you willingly take his cock in your mouth when he moves in front of you again. I watch from my place on the sofa as he alternates now between your ass and your face. You look so desirable! You are the price! And he claims you in front of my eyes. You are his now. And I love that I am able to give his strong body, his dominant mind, and his passionate cock to you. Once again he pulls your hair and makes you cum a third time before releasing your hands again. Part 3 - Climax Now it's his turn to find relief. He lifts you up in the air and re-positions you on the love seat. You are on your back and your pussy is elevated against the highest end of the love seat. He commands you to spread your legs for him and you obey as he enters you with his might once more. He is not done with his dominance and addresses me directly now: "Move to hear head and hold her arms above it. I want her body to be at it's full length and exposed when I fuck her!" I do as I am told willingly and signal my obedience to him. He makes me look closely as his cock spreads your wet lips apart and enters this place that once belonged to me. Upon his command, I lean over you in a 69 like position to see it even closer. And you can feel my hardness through the pants touching your face. You moan once more. Now he commands me to move closer to your face again so he has the full view on your body again. You look into my eyes wildly and with these commanding eyes. And while your body moves back and forth under his thrusts, you keep talking to me saying "I can't believe that you agreed to hold me down as he fucks me. I am so turned on. Watch me how this stallion of a man makes me his own." Now he is ready and says: "I'm going to use your pussy to cum". Immediately, you move your attention back towards him and you both indiacte for me to sit back to my place. You beg him to fuck you faster as he pulls your body back and forth grabbing your one thing with both hands to have the best possible angle. He uses your entire body to jerk himself off. Finally, the desire for your body overcomes him and he spreads his cum all over your spent body. The juices drip down your body as he moves towards your mouth once more and lets you enjoy his hard cock once more. As agreed before this experience, I move close to you immediately, holding your hands and reassuring you that this is what I wanted. I ask "Did you like to be tied up and him cumming all over you". Your eyes are locked closely as we become ONE again. You say "Yes, I loved it when he came all over me and you watched". "Thank him baby, he made you happy" I say. And you thank him happily with a smile. He smiles back at you as you say "I want this all the time now". And we all know that you and him will meet again soon for more of this. You already told me that you plan to meet him more often and also without me present in the future. He is your bull. And I am your cuckold. You will enjoy him like a couple and lover now, as well. You are his - and mine. But you and I are ONE. You point at your body, and I gladly obey and start kissing and clean you. One more time you look at him saying "Thank you! You have been so good to me!" and turning towards me you add "Both of you!". With a big smile you ask "Am I a good naughty little queen?" And I answer: Yes! You are! You point at my pants and nod - It is our agreed sign when you are pleased with me but too spent for more. As you take his hand and guide him to the shower, I take out my cock and and find my orgasm realizing once more that I love nothing more than gifting you this freedom.

18 April 2025

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You wrote that I was a Goddess To which I replied ‘Thank you, but whether or not women are bland or ordinary, or for that matter extraordinary. All women are Goddess's. Alas, in our patriarchal society Women’s innate sexuality is conveniently buried beneath layers and layers of mind-numbing conformity. Because unfortunately if a woman chooses to be liberated and free There is so much disapproval from society. Therefore, Ad nauseam we are told 'Keep your sexuality on hold Only sluts and whores are promiscuously bold’ Or the Romantic myth ‘Wait until Prince charming sweeps you off your feet.’ But I protest these exclusivity myths I would like to bury in concrete It is akin to trying to paddle a barbed wired canoe up a creek. Because if women forsake their natural instincts to be promiscuously bold. Their sexual drive wanes and they become frigid and cold. This in turn manifests disinterest and disenchantment. Subsequently sex is reduced to a boring tedious chore and often done with resentment. Astonishingly (regardless of this unspeakable truth) in order to maintain the status quo Monogamy is steadfastly purported as the natural flow. Thus, in our patriarchal society women are taught to subjugate their sexual desires and instead seek a lifelong mate. But I refuse to align myself with this mindless main steam view. Because heeding my innate knowing I bailed out of that proverbial barbed wired canoe. It is not easy paddling against the stream. Nevertheless, I still am determined to follow my dream. Regardless of the fact I frequently meet some very ordinary men Who seem to think that sex is all about them. Furthermore, because I do not condone exclusivity Many men believe this equates to mindless promiscuity. Mistakenly believing it gives them the right to behave like a wombat that cums at night eats, roots, then leaves. Without even so much as thanks and please But steadfastly I make my courageous stance Against this flawed stereo-typical misogynist arrogance. Instead, I believe prudently selective promiscuity makes more sense And proudly proclaim I am ‘Prudently Promiscuous Prudence.’ Thoroughly enjoying life as an Ethical Slut in my silver years. Determined to not to succumb to my fears Because I have a voice And my own set of moral standards to guide my choice. Therefore, I refuse to be bought asunder By the massive cock shaped physical, emotional, and mental oppression that the male ego has tried to bury me under. Instead undaunted I dance defiantly along the road less travelled Determined to let my life unravel. But wait! this reply was not intended to load you with trouble and strife So sorry my friend to have burdened you with my complaints about life I just have this compelling need to answer in rhyme and I promise I will be better behaved next time 19-7-2015 revised 2023

18 April 2025

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A husband, who being patient and growing with hidden desires. I did burn from inside thinking its wrong to do affair, leads to distrust and disputes in our monogamy relationship. We realised the reasons and why all of sudden in late 30s im getting these thoughts, mostly because of where we come from, our Indian origin, culture, era we grew up, I feel our generation was in mid of transition phase between old root value society to modern social media Zen-Z. we never explore how sex feels its always a taboo for us, forbidden fruit until marriage. We never had different partners before bonding ourselves in a life long relationship. We both wish if we had relationships with other partners beforehand, we would have learned thing or two about pleasuring each other. We firmly believe in venting out these desires steam, before we get too involved with our growing family and life. And it's now or never for us. Because, sooner or later we will be burdened with all the world of responsibilities after which we can't dare to think of anything else. So one fine day, we both decided to be in an 'open relationship' to explore these impulses. It can be something life changing / open up our minds or will be one of the setbacks we repent for rest of the life. Both of us decided to start our experiments on an app and there I got a different reality check, how different male and female think about sex. Ladies desire for "Attached Male" is least popular compare to male looking for female... the suffix/surname get blurred out with ladies name. All the hunks in the town are interested in her. Im afraid someone will make her more happy than me, and I might lose her after 15years of our journey. But also, at the same time I believe it good for her, this time she will choose wisely. Its better not to live together in a relationships where fights, upsets, lack of respect on each other, with added flames of lust inside for others, make every day miserable. We moved forward with this open relationship for now to figure out why we were hating each other. So the plan is to enjoy life when fit then free(after age passed). We don't want to regret the unfilled desire when reach the time of life, where we don't have the ability to perform the way we intending now fit. The current situation with my limited opportunity, where misses got dates lined-up to her convenient. I went to brothel. I tried there and experienced few things more than what our 15years of marriage had. However, it's doesn't feel genuine. So here I am again to feel for some organic intimacy, fear of rejection and whole package which come with when guy tries to impress women. Hoping this diary of mine doesn't deter audience. Intention is to state out the stigma of desperate label we have. Ending with that, I would say take care of yourself and I am looking forward for some meaningful connection, passionate intimacy and excitement.

16 April 2025

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Met this lady on another site. We clicked we chatted, we flirted, we met. Then she came around my place at noon on a Sunday. This lady was married and just loved fucking. We kissed at the front door, and went straight to the bedroom... We undressed each other and wow... 4 and a half hours later we got outta bed... Both of us agree it was the best. We didn't even have a drink break lol. We did everything, from massaging, to licking, sucking, anal play. We hooked up regularly after that. Was another night, her hubby was away for work. We met at her place, had a few drinks and I said to her, as this was a fantasy of hers. Sit on my face... Well... once we were finished my face was soaked... she had this intense orgasm, with my finger in her arse... She the got off, lent back against the bed head totally fucked. But I wasn't done... lol I then fucked her, best orgasm... We then crashed, woke up in the middle of the nite stroking her pussy... she came again and she perked me off until I came again... I went to work the next day... I was fucked...lol. Great memories

15 April 2025

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