Okay so this is going to sound insane to most people but to us it's literally just normal life at this point lol.

So I live in a triple. One room, three beds, three girls. Me, Yara, and Delilah. When we first moved in we tried SO hard to be respectful about it. Like waiting until the other two were in class or showering or whatever to get ourselves off. But this is college and our schedules overlap constantly and the room is TINY and eventually we all just kept walking in on each other.

The first time I walked in on Yara she had her hand down her shorts watching something on her phone with her earbuds in and she didn't hear the door and I stood there for a solid three seconds before she noticed and yanked her hand out so fast she almost dislocated her shoulder lmaoo. She was mortified. I told her I didn't care and that I'd literally been doing the same thing twenty minutes ago in the shower.

After the third or fourth time it happened to all of us we just had the conversation. Yara was like "can we just agree that this is a thing we all do and stop pretending we don't" and Delilah was like "thank GOD because I've been holding it for three days." So we made the rule. If you need to get off, you get off. No hiding, no apologizing, no making it weird.

It escalated so fast lol.

Because here's the thing about hearing someone else cum when you're lying in bed six feet away... it does something to you?? Like Delilah would be under her covers with her vibrator buzzing and making these soft little "mmh mmh mmh" sounds and I'd be lying there trying to study and my pussy would start throbbing and I'd think okay I'll just ignore it and then Yara across the room would go "fuck it" and her hand would disappear under her blanket too and at that point I'm outnumbered so my hand's going between my legs.

We started doing it at the same time on purpose. Not even trying to hide it anymore. Blankets off. Yara has this wand vibrator that sounds like a lawnmower and Delilah uses her fingers and I switch between both depending on my mood. We'd just be lying in our separate beds, legs spread, touching ourselves and listening to each other's breathing get faster and it was the most comfortable I've ever been with my own body.

Then Yara suggested "taco parties" which is the funniest name for it and I love her. Basically we'd pick a night, lock the door, put on music, maybe smoke a little, and just all get off together. No pressure to interact or perform, just three girls in a room doing what feels good. Sometimes we'd talk through it, like Delilah would be rubbing her clit and go "oh my god I'm so close" and Yara would be like "me too fuck fuck fuck" and hearing them would push me over the edge and we'd all be cumming within like a minute of each other and then we'd just lay there breathing hard and laughing.

It got more interactive over time. Not like full on sex (well, sometimes lol) but like... Delilah would ask me to use the wand on her because she couldn't get the angle right. Or Yara would put her head on my thigh while she fingered herself because she liked the closeness. Or we'd watch the same porn on Delilah's laptop propped up on a chair in the middle of the room and comment on it like we were watching a cooking show. "Her form is terrible" "why is he slapping it like that" "okay wait actually that's hot" lmaoo.

Some nights it did turn into more. I've eaten Yara out while Delilah watched and touched herself. Delilah sat on my face once while Yara used the vibrator on both of us at the same time. Yara and I fingered each other while making out and Delilah recorded it (for personal use ONLY she swore and I believe her... mostly).

We've had a couple friends join. This girl from our floor, Simone, came over for a taco party and ended up with Yara's vibrator between her legs moaning louder than all three of us combined and we had to shush her because the RA was next door. One of Delilah's hookup guys came over once and we all took turns riding him while the other two watched and that was a night lmaoo.

We have our own apartment now with separate rooms but we still do taco parties at least once a month. It's not even about the orgasms anymore (okay it's partly about the orgasms), it's about the fact that these two girls know every single sound I make when I cum and I know theirs and there's zero judgment and zero shame and that's the most beautiful thing I've experienced in college and I will die on that hill.

Yara texted the group chat this morning: "taco party tonight?" and I'm already picking out which vibrator to bring to the living room.

TLDR: Me and my two roommates have an open masturbation policy that turned into regular group sessions and it's the healthiest thing in my life.

“Ha! Holding! Drink, bitch.”

With a long sigh, I took a swig of my Miller Lite. “I never should have agreed on penalties.”

Casey grinned smugly, then reached over and gave Kelly a peck on the cheek. “Good thinkin’, babe.”

This was the fourth Sunday Casey and Kelly had spent at my place watching football. Casey started at my job a few months ago, and I had done the usual sports smalltalk bullshit I always do to break the ice with men. Turns out he was a Giants fan, and I’m an Eagles fan. One thing lead to another, and somehow I found myself offering to watch Week 1 together at my house, which he graciously accepted. Then came the immediate regret. I don’t usually hang out with coworkers, so I wasn’t sure what came over me, but at that point it was a done deal.

When the first Sunday came, I dreaded his arrival all morning. But with him arrived a saving grace: his girlfriend, Kelly. She was smart, funny, and a beautiful sight to behold. I quickly discovered I had much more in common with Kelly than Casey, and I found myself caring more about talking with her than watching the games.

So sure enough, when it came time for them to leave, I blurted out another invitation for next weekend, which Casey accepted with enthusiasm. And look, I had no intention of making a move on Kelly or anything, but I was willing to tolerate Casey if it meant getting to hang out with her more.

But this Sunday in particular brought extra stakes: the Giants were playing the Eagles. And I was met with an extra surprise when I opened my front door to see them holding a 24 case of beer and a handle of tequila. Usually we just sipped on whatever I had around the house, but Casey explained once inside.

“Alright, we’re going to play a little drinking game. When the Giants do good, you drink. When the Eagles do good, Kelly and I drink.”

Kelly nodded with a mischievous smile. “First downs and field goals are a drink. Touchdowns and turnovers are a shot. Oh, and if your team gets a flag or punts the ball, you drink.”

And so, there I was, taking a drink for another penalty. It was a pretty low-scoring game so far, with the lone touchdown belonging to the Eagles. But then, the second quarter happened. Touchdown Eagles. Pick-6 Eagles, which we decided was two shots. Touchdown Giants. Touchdown Eagles, and a fumble by the Giants to finish off the half.

And I had a problem. The drunker I got, the harder it was to keep my eyes off of Kelly. She was wearing a cropped Giants shirt and short jean shorts that gave a tremendous view whenever she stood up and walked away. Her auburn hair was curled and fell gracefully to her shoulders, and the image of my hands running through those curls and gripping on tightly kept playing in my mind at moments of alcohol-induced weakness.

Also, it became painfully obvious that Kelly handled her liquor much better than Casey. That last fumble shot had done him in, and two minutes into the halftime commercial break, he was snoring. When she noticed, Kelly sighed, then hiccuped. “Well, he’s out.”

“Should we wake him?” I said gently.

Kelly chuckled. In her normal voice, she said, “You’re free to try. He could sleep through a fire alarm.” She dealt a finishing blow to her can of Miller Lite. “I can call an Uber and take him home, if you want.”

I waved her off. “Naah, don’t waste your money. Stick around as long as you want.”

She smiled, seemingly content with that answer.

Minutes later, a commercial for visiting Hawaii came on. In a stream of consciousness, I said, “Damn, never been but I bet it’s beautiful.”

“We went last Christmas. It was gorgeous. Wanna see?”

Before I could even respond, she was on her feet, walking to my side of the couch. She plopped back down right next to me and pulled out her phone, opening her pictures app, showing a beautiful green mountainscape. “Unreal.” I said.

“There’s a bunch, you can scroll.” I followed her directions, looking through images of different hikes, beaches, storefronts, etc. And then, I arrived at the most beautiful picture of all. It was Kelly in a skimpy pink bikini on her knees in the sand, her hands in her hair and the waves crashing around her legs and feet. “Oh fuck, I forgot-“ she started to say, but I cut her off.

“Jesus Christ, you look like a fuckin’ model. Insanely hot.” The words left my lips before I could think about them. And then, my drunken self pushed further. I swiped again, seeing a similar pic in a different pose. Then another. Then one of her turned around, showing off her ass. She was quiet, but didn’t stop me.

Eventually, I was sent back to reality by a loud snore to my left. I handed her back her phone. “God, sorry, I shouldn’t-“

This time, she cut me off, gesturing to the TV. “Second half is starting.”

I sighed, looking at the nearly-depleted tequila bottle with resentment. “Guess we’ll need another bottle.”

Kelly groaned. “God, no. That first half was plenty. Let’s change the rules.”

I was both relieved and intrigued. “How so?”

Kelly thought for a moment. “Hmm… instead of taking a drink, loser has to answer any question from the other person. And no softball bullshit either.”

“Deal.”

The Giants got the ball first in the second half, scoring a touchdown fairly quickly. Kelly honored her commitment to no softball questions immediately.

“How often do you jerk off?”

“Probably once a day on average.” I answered, matter-of-factly. “Sometimes more, sometimes less.

Kelly nodded. “Same.”

I laughed, gesturing towards her sleeping partner. “Even when Casey's around?"

Though I was mostly teasing, she replied earnestly. "Casey's good at sex, but I've never been able to cum from sex. And he gets self-conscious if I touch myself while we're fucking to get me over the edge." There was a twinge of sadness to her voice.

I knew I shouldn't pry further, but my intoxicated curiosity pushed on anyway. "What about when he eats you out?"

Kelly laughed nervously. "Well... okay, this HAS to stay between us, but... he thinks I cum when he does it, but..." She trailed off, but the message was clear. "I know, it's terrible. I should just be honest. I just don't want him feeling bad about himself. He just... doesn't take feedback very well."

I shook my head. The idiotic cliche of, I would do whatever it takes to make you cum, floated in my head, but I pushed the thought away. Instead, I responded with a simple, "A damn shame." As if on cue, Casey let out a loud snore and rolled over.

Kelly's tone shifted back to playful. "And you just asked me two questions for free, so I get two in return."

I raised my hands in acknowledgement. "Good point. Fire away."

Pondering, she paused for a few seconds. "Are you a tits or an ass guy?" As I opened my mouth to answer, she continued. "I'm guessing tits."

I chuckled. "Bingo. What gave it away?"

She shrugged. "I feel like it's linked to personality. Probably some Freudian shit, but the sweet, quiet guys are usually tits guys." Then, she cupped her hands beneath her chest and gave them a small bounce. "Plus, I've caught you looking at mine a couple of times."

A wave of embarrassment washed over me immediately. I thought about apologizing, but I figured leaning into the joke was more fitting. "Well, I guess you don't have eyes in the back of your head, cause then you would have caught me staring at your ass too."

We shared a quick silent glance, and I was nervous I had taken the bit too far. But then, we broke out into simultaneous laughter. Then, she was ready with her next question.

"Are you a porn guy when jerking off? Or imagination?"

"Both, I guess." I replied. "Depends on my mood, but I'd say imagination 60% of the time."

Immediately after my answer, she asked a follow-up, and I realized the last question had been a trap. "Have you ever jerked off thinking about me?"

I froze, unsure what to say. The answer was yes, and though not without significant guilt every time. My hesitance was enough of an answer already, so I just nodded without making eye contact. In all the ways she could have responded, I would not have guessed what she actually said. "Good, because I would feel even more awful if I was the only one."

I looked at her, eyes wide. "Really?" I said, probably sounding like a kid who just opened the gift he asked for on Christmas.

She looked down shyly. "More than I'd like to admit. I... um..." Kelly trailed off, as if contemplating sharing more. Instead, she shook her head. "No, I can't. It's too embarrassing."

At that moment, I wanted her to be comfortable and to trust me. But lust also fueled my curiosity. "It's okay, really. You can tell me."

Kelly buried her face in her hands, then sighed deeply. "Ugh, you're going to think I'm a freak. But... a couple weeks ago, during that 4th quarter comeback the Eagles had, I took a video of you celebrating after the last score. Just trying to capture the moment, but at the end of it, you, uh, kind of... exhale and groan in this low, scratchy voice." She paused briefly, then added a final thought in a quieter voice. "I get wet every time I hear it."

The thought of Kelly getting turned on by the sound of my voice was enough to send blood pumping below my waist. I had a wonderful, terrible idea then. "Do you want me to record something for you?"

She looked up, shocked. "What?!"

I explained. "Like a voice recording. I don't know if I can perfectly create that voice on the spot, but I can try."

She stared at me for a while, not saying a word. Finally, she nodded.

I pulled up the voice recorder app on my phone. "What do you want me to say?"

Alerted, she looked between me and my phone. "You're going to do it now?"

I nodded. "If that's okay. I figured you might want to hear it live too."

Kelly thought for a moment, then produced her own phone. "I... don't want to say it out loud. I'm going to text it to you."

She typed, and a few seconds later, the message popped up on my phone. I smiled at the sight of it, then returned to the recorder app, pressing record. I tried to deepen my voice, putting little air behind the words to hopefully create the intended effect.

"Oh, fuck. Kelly, my beautiful angel. You perfect being. I want you. I need you. Please, cum for me."

I heard a subtle sharp inhale from Kelly's direction as I spoke. I had improvised a bit, adding a couple of groans and the "angel" and "perfect being" part. Before sending it, I looked to her for approval. "How was that?"

"Perfect." She said, quietly. I grinned, pressing the button to send it to her. Once she saw the attachment come through, she looked back to me. "I wish... I could do something similar for you."

It's okay. Don't worry about it. I understand the situation. That was the correct response, what my brain wanted to say. Except, I didn't.

"Well, I did have a thought earlier, but it might be too much."

She tilted her head curiously. "Tell me."

"Seeing you in... my jersey."

She chuckled. "That's it?" Then, with a smile, she stood up and held her hand out. "Gimme."

My mouth fell open, and I stared at her in disbelief. My body moved on its own, quickly shedding the jersey from my torso and putting it in her hand. "Close your eyes. No peeking."

Peeking sounded wonderful, but I did as I was told. In the darkness, I heard the shuffling of fabric before I heard Kelly's next words. "Alright, open up."

When I did, she looked as wonderful as I had imagined. The green of the jersey complimented her dark red hair and blue eyes perfectly. "Yup, that is... just as great as I imagined."

"Want a picture?" she asked sweetly.

My heart sped up slightly. "Of course, if that's okay." I pulled out my phone and pointed it at her, preparing to take the photo. "3... 2... 1-" When I hit one, Kelly quickly grabbed the front of the jersey and pulled up above her chest. In a heavenly surprise, her bare tits bounced out, pink nipples perked up at the center.

"Cheeeese!" She said, with a smile. Surrendering to my desire, I took the picture, and she lowered the jersey back down. I couldn't help but stare at it on my phone, dumbfounded. Noticing the spell the picture had me under, she laughed. "Damn, I got you good."

Her challenge made me want nothing more than to tease her back. I looked into her eyes intensely and tried to use the voice from the recording again. "I couldn't help it. Your tits looked so fucking good, Kelly."

Her expression changed quickly. "Hey, that's not fa-"

I kept going anyway. "Mmm, your tits are so perfect Kelly. The way your nipples were hard while I was taking pictures of them was soooo fucking naughty. I wonder- hey what are you-“

In the middle of my tease, I was ambushed before I could react. Kelly was on her knees in front of me, undoing my belt and pulling my jeans and boxers downward. My erect cock sprang free, but just as soon as it was exposed, it was hidden again, only this time in Kelly’s mouth.

“What the fu- oh fuuuuck…” I groaned, which only seemed to make her performance more spirited. I couldn’t help but continuously glance over towards Casey, still asleep next to us, fearful at what he might do if he chose now to wake. But any anxiety of the moment was overpowered by the intense stimulation coming from the soft flesh of Kelly’s tongue and mouth. And then, with hand running through her hair, my drunken fantasy had somehow come to life, either by divine miracle or pure chaotic chance.

After a few masterful minutes of the blowjob, I could feel myself approaching the edge. “Fuck, Kelly, I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.” My voice made her emit a small muffled moan, and she put her all into the final stretch. Soon after, I was pumping warm cum into the back of her throat, her boyfriend sleeping mere feet away without a clue.

As the blood was rushing back to my head, I was breathing deep with my eyes closed, trying to collect myself. But I was interrupted by a couple silent pokes from Kelly below me. I opened my eyes, and she was gesturing to my phone and making a hand gesture like she was taking a picture.

“Are… are you serious?”

She nodded, keeping her mouth closed. With a couple quick presses, I opened my camera app and pointed it in her direction. Kelly gripped my flaccid dick, put it next to her face, and opened her mouth, revealing my thick cum resting on her tongue.

“Ho-ly shit.” I mumbled, taking the picture. Satisfied, Kelly took a big gulp, then scampered towards the bathroom. I stared at my phone, swiping between the two new and unbelievable photos in my possession before remembering I was still completely exposed. I pulled up my pants and ran to the other bathroom to clean up.

-

A couple hours later, Casey finally stirred from his slumber with a belch.

“Fuck, is the game over?”

Sitting at his side in her original attire, Kelly nodded grimly. “Giants got shit on.”

“Of fucking course.” He groaned. “At least I didn’t suffer through the rest of it.” Casey looked over to me. “Did I miss anything interesting?”

My phone felt like it was burning a hole in my pocket.

Nah man, just your girlfriend showing me her tits and sucking me off wearing my jersey, just the usual.

“There was a sick ass interception in the 4th, but the game was pretty much over at that point.”

Casey shook his head disapprovingly. “Fuckin’ Giants.” He looked back to Kelly. “You good to drive, babe?”

She smiled and nodded. “I ate something in the third quarter to sober up.”

This is a messy one so I’ll provide the context.

I have two passports. I was born in the UK to a British ‘mum’ and an American dad. When I was 12 we moved to the US. After high school I moved back to the UK alone for university. I spent a few years in the UK and Europe living up my early 20s but eventually came back to New York to be close to my parents. 

I’m now in my 30s but I still have a British accent, which has not been a bad thing when it came to meeting women in America. It was how I met my girlfriend Cassie.

“Omg is that a British accent?”

Cassie was from a small town in Pennsylvania and was in NYC visiting for the weekend. She had slipped away from her family to catch an Eagles game in the bar. We hit it off right away. She was a year younger than me and we seemed to have so much in common. We exchanged numbers and spent hours texting and calling each other in the following weeks. When she came back to NYC we spent the weekend fucking each other’s brains out.

Things were moving very fast. She wanted me to visit her hometown and meet her parents. Things felt perfect, until I met Cassie’s Mom “Cruella” who hated me from the go. She was an evil supervillain who would run a defamation campaign behind my back and slander me at every opportunity. All unfounded and made up. I tried my best with her but my efforts were futile. I wasn’t the fairytale she had in her mind for her daughter which all led back to me being a “foreigner.”

Cruella twisted everything against me. If I brought over wine as a gift I was branded an alcoholic. If I didn’t bring alcohol over I was a rude guest. Buying food or paying for meals was me trying to buy them off. Not paying for food was me being a freeloader. I couldn’t win.

I got on well with Cassie’s dad Vinny and brother Tony. Both of them were quiet guys. Tony was a mama’s boy. Vinny just wanted to watch sports in peace and stay out of drama.

Cassie was desperate for marriage, largely down to pressure from Cruella. The more time went on the less I could see myself marrying into this family. I expressed my concerns to Cassie. I did love her and thought we were good together so when she said we can slow things down and work through it I was happy to try. I didn’t want to throw everything away due to outside interference. 

We spent weekdays at my place in NYC, and at weekends we would make the 2 hour drive to Shitton, PA to spend time with Cassie’s parents. It was not my idea of a good weekend but it was important to Cassie so I compromised. Her idea of how life should be was straight out of a Hallmark movie. I grew to hate that town. Everybody was up in everybody else’s business. It was a goldfish bowl.

One weekend there was a lot of excitement. Tony was bringing his new girlfriend Sara to meet the family. Cruella could not stop talking about it. Tony had been very secretive about Sara. I didn’t blame him. All we knew was that they worked together and had really hit it off. 

Cassie, her mom, dad and myself were at a local restaurant mid afternoon waiting to meet Tony and Sara for the big reveal. Ours was one of the only occupied tables in the place. Vinny was glued to the ESPN ticker on the TV, while Cassie and Cruella gossiped and speculated. When Tony and Sara walked in there was silence. Everybody’s head turned. A fork pinged against the floor in comical timing. We were all stunned… but for different reasons. 

Sara was a very pretty Mexican girl in her late 20s. She had on a patterned milkmaid blouse, tucked into smart brown dress pants, complemented by a tasteful floral tattoo on one arm and another tattoo of some text on her collarbone. Her hair and make up were immaculate like she had just walked off a movie set.

I was proud of old Tony boy. He had gone and bagged himself a total beauty against all expectations. Even Vinny pulled his eyes away from the sports news to crack a smile until he saw his wife’s face. 

Cruella looked like someone had pissed in her wine glass. After initial pleasantries Cruella called a “family meeting.” This meant her storming off into the parking lot and her family sheepishly following behind like obedient disciples, leaving Sara and me looking awkwardly at each other. Cruella completely ignored Sara for the whole meal and refused to look in her direction. I was disgusted by her behavior and the family for enabling it.

For the next couple of weekends Cruella’s bullying focused on Sara. She was called a prostitute for how she looked and dressed and accused of being a gold digger behind her back.

“What gold is she digging? She’s in the same job as Tony” I asked. No answer.

I was gradually checking out of my relationship with Cassie and was finished keeping the peace, whilst her mom got away with domestic terrorism. The bully hated being spoken back to. Nobody in her family ever dared.

Sara had a similar life path to me. She was born in Mexico and moved to the US as a preteen, leaving behind everything she knew.  Whenever our paths crossed I’d greet her in Spanish. I always appreciated a little slice of “home” so I thought she might too. Plus I had a Puerto Rican FWB back in New York before Cassie, so I knew some lingo.

“UH ENGLISH ONLY IN THIS HOUSE!” barked the Shitton witch. 

As soon as I knew that annoyed Cruella I turned up the Spanish at every opportunity. Sara was too nice to engage in diplomatic warfare, but she knew exactly what I was doing. She had really grown on me. We were having chats whenever we could. She was sweet, kind and leaned into her femininity. Her smile could brighten the room, especially in the gloomy trenches of Shitton. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

One of the weekend visits coincided with Cruella’s birthday. You can already imagine my excitement at spending another two days in Shitton. Everyone would be staying over to ‘celebrate.’ I told Cruella that I got her a new broomstick for her birthday. It went down like a lead balloon. No humor in this family, I swear.

Cassie had been fantasizing all week about being woken up while being eaten out. On the Saturday morning I woke up before her feeling horny, so I slid under the covers and put my tongue to work on her pussy and clit. Before long she was squirming and moaning in pleasure. I rolled her onto her stomach, ate her from behind, then moved onto her ass, eating it like it was breakfast while sliding my fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. She came three times before getting out of bed. 

I had promised to fix something on Vinny’s car this weekend and wanted to get it out of the way ASAP. The driveway ran right up the side of the house. I was working on the car right where the driveway connected to the back yard. Cruella, Tony and Cassie were all out there and obviously hadn’t realized I was just around the corner. Cruella was ranting to her kids:

“I want to spend MY birthday weekend with MY kids, not a bunch of foreigners. You’ve got the tea drinking union JACK ASS with 10 different passports in there…”

I actually laughed. Maybe there was some humor in this place after all. I had thick skin, but she continued with venom in her voice:

“… and then there is that wall jumping street walker.”

WOW. I was stunned. The red mist descended at this point. I’d heard enough. Cassie and Tony didn’t challenge her. They were a pair of doormats trying to appease her. They were suggesting that since Sara had to go back to her place to collect some more clothes, I could take her. I didn’t want to be there so I was more than happy to but, the audacity to volunteer me! I made up my mind on the spot that I was ending this relationship as soon as I could talk to Cassie without an audience. 

At this point I was just glad Sara did not have to hear any of this. Then I turned around and saw her standing silently at the side door having a sneaky vape. She had heard everything and looked devastated. I could tell she was about to break down in tears so I threw her my keys, told her to go sit in my car and I’d take her to get her things when I finished up.

Sara knew my British football team was playing a late game that day so when we got to her place she told me she had Telemundo and I could put the game on. I would have missed it otherwise. Before I knew it she was handing me a beer and snacks. Got to love Mexican hospitality. A far cry from Cruella’s place. Sara and I had now collectively renamed her La Bruja.

Sara joined me on the couch while I watched the game. I drank beer, she drank wine. She used me as a cushion, I put an arm around her and we talked about everything and anything. She was a different person in a comfortable environment. Smiling, outspoken, animated. The conversation got flirty and she admitted she had heard me with Cassie earlier and it turned her on. 

At one point Sara got up to refill the drinks. The kitchen was open plan behind the couch. The game wasn’t going my way so I was mildly complaining. She came up behind me and playfully massaged my shoulders. 

“Ayyy, relájate, amor!”

I grabbed her arms and pulled her towards me, nearly dragging her over the back of the couch. We burst out laughing when we realized how close I'd come to accidentally flipping her over. She ended up half draped across my shoulders and half balanced on the back of the couch

“Ohhh you smell good,” she said as she lowered her voice and pressed her nose into my neck.

It was like an electric charge shot through my body. Her warm breath on my neck, the silky hair brushing against me. She also smelled good. I kept a hold of one of her hands and guided her around the couch and into my lap. 

We started kissing slowly, gradually getting hotter and heavier. More tongue, grinding against each other and running our hands over each others bodies. I pulled her clothes off piece by piece until she was down to her bra and panties. We just couldn’t pull away from each other.

It eventually got too much and I pulled my dick out. It was as hard as it’s ever been. I started pulling at Sara’s panties, she got up pushed them off then positioned herself right above my shaft. When she slid down it was the most satisfying ‘pop’ ever as I disappeared inside her. We continued kissing as she was riding me. It was hard, frantic and sloppy. She picked up the pace even more and began slamming down on my dick.

She put her mouth to my ear, moaned and told me she was going to drain me. That was enough to push me over. I grabbed her tight, started thrusting up hard while simultaneously pulling her into me until I was cumming inside her. 

My heart was pounding, we were both out of breath. Hours had passed since we had left Cruella’s. The game had finished. Day had turned into night. Both our phones were blowing up with missed calls and texts. I couldn’t understand where time had gone. I asked her if she wanted me to take her back now.

“I’m never going back there.”

Thank god for reddit because I literally cannot tell a single human being in my life about this lol.

So I tutor kids after school right. Math and reading mostly, easy money, I go to a few houses in my neighborhood a couple times a week. The moms are usually the ones who set everything up but the dads are the ones home when I show up because the wives work late or travel or whatever.

One of the dads, not using his real name obviously, was always... friendly. Not creepy friendly though, more like he’d make me coffee while I worked with his kid and then after the session we’d just stand in the kitchen talking for like forty minutes about nothing. He’s maybe late thirties, not gym fit or anything but he’s got these thick arms and a belly that’s not fat just... solid? He does construction so I guess it makes sense that he’s built like that but idk I still wasn’t expecting it. His hands are all beat up from work, calloused with little nicks and scars everywhere, and every time he’d hand me my coffee mug our fingers would touch and I swear I’d feel it in the bottom of my stomach.

So one night his kid goes to bed early and we’re standing in the kitchen and he’s venting about work and how exhausted he is and how his wife is always gone for business trips and I can see it on his face, like this man is just running on empty. And I don’t know what came over me but I put my hand on his forearm and said “you seem like you really need someone to take care of you.” And he looked at me with this expression like he was trying to figure out if I meant what he thought I meant.

I meant it.

He kissed me first. Pushed me against the counter and his hands went to my waist and he kissed me like he’d been thinking about it for months. His stubble scratched my chin and he tasted like black coffee and I could feel his cock getting hard against my hip through his work jeans, thick, like I could feel the whole outline of it pressing into me and my pussy was already soaking just from that. He smelled like sawdust and deodorant and a little bit of sweat and it shouldn’t have worked but it WORKED.

He picked me up onto the counter and I was actually kind of shocked at how easy it was for him?? Like he just grabbed me and lifted and I was up there. I guess hauling wood around all day does that to a person lol. He pulled my leggings and underwear down, yanking one leg completely free so I could wrap my legs around his waist. He unzipped and pushed into me and he was SO thick I had to bite down on my own hand so I wouldn’t wake his kid upstairs. The sounds were insane, wet and loud, his belt buckle clinking against the counter edge with every thrust, and he kept whispering “fuck” against my neck while gripping my thighs hard enough that I had finger-shaped bruises the next morning. His belly pressed against mine every time he went deep and I could feel his whole body weight behind each stroke and I was not prepared for how different it feels when a guy actually has some weight to him?? Like the college boys I’ve been with are all skinny and careful and this man just... wasn’t. His hips just kind of knew?? Like he wasn’t even trying or thinking about it, they just moved like that on their own and it was driving me insane.

When he came he buried his face in my shoulder and just stayed there breathing hard for a full minute. I could feel his cock twitching inside me and his cum dripping out around it and running down onto the counter. It was a LOT. Like this man had not been properly taken care of in a very long time and his body was making that extremely clear lmaoo.

After, while I’m pulling my leggings back on, I made some stupid joke like “that’s gonna cost you extra” because apparently I cope with post-sex panic using humor. He laughed. But when I left he venmo’d me double what I normally make for tutoring.

And I stood in my bathroom staring at my phone like... should I be offended?? Or did I just make three hundred dollars in twenty minutes while also having the best orgasm of my semester??

Next week same thing. His kid finishes the session, heads upstairs, and he didn’t even pretend this time. Just walked up behind me while I was packing my bag and pressed himself against my ass and I could feel him already hard. I turned around and dropped to my knees right there in the dining room, reached up and unzipped his jeans, pulled his cock out through his boxers. Thick and warm and already twitching. I sucked him slow at first, running my tongue along the underside, tasting salt and skin, letting spit build up until it was dripping down his shaft. His hand went to the back of my head, those beat up fingers tangled in my hair, not pushing, just resting there while I bobbed. His thighs started shaking after a couple minutes and he came in my mouth, thick and warm, and I took every drop. He handed me an envelope on the way out with cash and neither of us said a single word about what just happened.

Is it fucked up? Probably. His wife would absolutely lose it. But this man is so wound up and so neglected and when he cums he looks at me like I just took a hundred pounds off his shoulders and I’m not gonna lie... that does something to me. It makes me feel needed. Like I’m the only person in his life who actually sees how tired he is and does something about it instead of just adding more to his plate.

And yeah the money doesn’t hurt either. I’m a college student who eats ramen four nights a week and this man pays me more for twenty minutes on my knees than I make in a full week of actual tutoring so.

Every Tuesday and Thursday now. His kid does the homework, I sit at the kitchen table and help, and then the kid goes upstairs and I stay. We don’t text about it. We don’t talk about it. He just looks at me when his son leaves the room and I already know. Last Thursday he pulled my shorts down around my ankles while I was still standing at the table, bent me forward, and fucked me right there. I had to press my face into my own folded arms to keep quiet while his kid watched cartoons one room over and the guilt should have been louder than the pleasure but it wasn’t. Not even close.

His wife is coming back from her latest trip on Sunday. I tutor again on Tuesday. I keep checking my phone waiting to see if the regular tutoring session gets cancelled.

It won’t.

Sabrina was her name. She lived across the hall and until recent events, we had only ever exchanged flirty banter. After Saturday night, that changed in every way.

A work week came and went excruciatingly slow. Sabrina and I chatted every day that week, but she had to travel out of town for work last Sunday afternoon, so we were not able to hang out all week. My elevator rides that week were dull, but the memory of her reflection in the door lead to memories of the carnal acts we performed on each other that night. Minutes fly and days crawl when all you can think about is seeing someone again.

I awoke to a text Friday morning, "I'll be back this afternoon, drinks tonight?" There was no need for the question mark, she could have made a demand and I would have obeyed. "I'm in. 7?" I replied. "Cannot wait" she replied with a wink added.

The walk home from work was quick, if it weren't for the chill in the air I would have broken a sweat from the breakneck speed my legs traveled those 10 blocks. I unlocked the door, looking over my shoulder at her door, vivid memories flashed in my mind - my tongue in her ass, my cum dripping out of her, being ordered to clean her up. I could feel the blood rushing to my groin so I entered my condo and shut the door quickly. The hallway mirror gave away the secret of the bulge forming in my pants. Breathe. I poured myself a whisky on ice and paced nervously around the kitchen. Why am I pacing? Why am I nervous? I've already slept with her. The excitement of seeing her pretty face, her blue eyes, curly deep brown hair again had my heart pounding. This isn't just sexual. I am genuinely looking forward to getting to know who she is. Why do I feel like I am in high school again?

I turned on the shower, shed my work clothes and stood naked in front of the mirror finishing my glass. The rapid blood flow had subsided back in to anticipation. I trimmed my body hair and stepped in to the hot water, allowing it to hit my face and cascade down my body. Suds ran down the length of my shaft as I lathered everything with shaving cream. She liked this last weekend. Maybe it's a thing for her. I don't want to get ahead of myself in assuming it will happen again, but the passion I know we both felt that night can't be a one time thing.

The water drained as I toweled off and slipped on my favorite pair of black jeans and red wings, opting this time for a black button down and a nice blazer over a T-shirt. Choices of fragrance ran through my head as I combed through my collection. She smelled woody and floral in the elevator, I'll match that energy with some YSL. Black pepper, tonka bean, orange blossom, I think she will like this.

I arrived a few minutes early and found us two bar stools. The place was dim, known for great cocktails and had one of the best wine lists in the neighborhood. The tea light flames danced behind their glass facets on the bar top, much like my nerves. "A cocktail menu for you, sir" the bartenders voice pulled my out of my head. "Thank you! Can I have two? I am waiting for someone." He was a good looking guy, neat, yet tussled brown hair, short-groomed stubble on his face that looked intentional, not sloppy. "Should I wait to take your drink order?" he read the room with great hospitality. "Yes thank you, we will order when she gets here, please hand me the check when we are ready to go." I instructed "My pleasure, sir, my name is Noah, wave at me when you are ready if I am making other drinks, otherwise I will check on you when she settles in." Perfect. This wasn't his first rodeo.

Sabrina walked through the front door, her hair settling down her back from the wind blowing down the street. I stood up and she she saw me immediately, her face glowing in the amber lighting. "HI!" she said as she hugged me tightly, her boobs pressing in to me firmly, "I've been looking forward to seeing you all day" her voice was kind and soft. "So have I" I responded. She unbuttoned her long black peacoat as I helped it off of her and hung it from the back of her chair. The coat hid a low cut, sleeveless black dress that hugged her tightly, tapering down to her hourglass hips and flowing down her short legs. Black red bottom heals covered her beautiful feet. Fuck. Red bottoms. "You smell amazing" she complimented. I was right. "Thank you, I have to admit I've been anxious all day knowing I'd see you tonight, that's a bit different for me." I joked. "Oddly, I've been the same! You've been inside me, but I've been excited to get the chance to talk more than banter in the hallway and elevator" she replied.

Noah saw us settle in to the bar seats. "Can I get drinks started for you two?" I looked at Sabrina, signaling to order first. "May I have a Manhattan, please?" A Manhattan? My favorite classic. "Do you have a whisky preference?" Noah inquired. "What's your well?" she questioned. "Four roses" he replied. "That works for me" She didn't make a fuss, she's chill, I love that. "If you don't mind, make two of those Noah" I said. "That's my go-to cocktail" she added. "Mine too! What are the chances" I replied.

Sabrina took her first sip, the glass delicately touching her plump lips. For a split second, I was filled with envy. We sat, talking for several hours, exchanged the robotic "so what do you do's" with laughter at the timing of our connection. Fuck first, first date second. With the standards out of the way, conversation became more fluid, connected. Discussion about music wove deeply. The slightly awkward tension of having seen each other naked first, flowed in to flirtations, body language became natural and warm, legs facing in to each other, her smile lit up the dim bar. A couple of cocktails each killed the nerves and the conversation turned to sexual desires, fantasies, topics that always happened much later in dating for me, but this felt natural. "So, I sensed a bit of a freaky side from you on Saturday, sucking on my toes, licking my ass....what else are you in to?" She asked with a giggle that faded to a sly, sexy grin. "Oh we are going there?" I laughed. "I am in to a lot of things, but I don't know you well enough to know I wouldn't scare you away" I joked. "I assure you, you will not scare me away, if anything, I may scare you with mine" She responded. Well now I have to answer so I can get to the bottom of that, I thought.

"How do you feel about exhibitionism?" I said, trying to give a little, but still treading lightly. "Like fucking in public? Or fucking in front of people?" she asked with no sense of fear or judgement in her voice. "That's a bit broad, I know, but yes to both, and more." I elaborated slightly. "What's the more?" She questioned with interest. "Well, the see through shirt you had on last weekend tells me we may be in to the same things. I love showing off the person I am with. When there is trust. I love men looking at my girl, knowing they want her, but that she's mine. I am not bothered at all by revealing clothing, it's your body, your choice, I just want to know there is trust, that you aren't running around with other people. I am speaking generally, not implying a relationship on the first date" I laughed. "I understood what you meant. Tell me more." she smiled. "Have you ever had sex in a place you know someone may be watching you? Have you ever been curious about cam sites?" I questioned. "No to the first question, though the idea has always been a fantasy of mine, I've just never been with someone secure enough to do so. I'd like to know more about the second question though" she replied with intrigue. "I am turned on by the idea of showing you off on a cam site, knowing another man is touching himself to you. Not just thinking about it, but actually doing it. Watching you pleasure yourself for him until I can't take it anymore and I fuck you in front of him." I explained. "Well, that's a new one for me. But it doesn't scare me." She said. "You want to go back to your place? I'll bring the wine this time?" she asked. Noah overheard and brought the check like he was here to help speed the process along.

"I'll be over in a minute." Sabrina said as I unlocked my door. I turned on some moody music and turned the dimmer down on my overhead lights. A light knock on the door was barely audible over the music, "You don't have to knock" I said, opening the door. "I was being polite, next time I'll just come in" Sabrina said with a smile. She put her purse down on the counter and unbuttoned her peacoat for the second time tonight, this time opening it to show me she was completely naked underneath. Her D cups and hard pink nipples looked at me with the same intent I saw in her eyes. "Don't be a gentleman this time" she said as she dropped her coat to the floor. My cock grew thick immediately as I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her deeply, reaching my tongue for hers, soft, wet, sweet. Her ass was everything I remembered as it filled my hands lifting her up, her legs wrapping around time. Her hands ran through my hair as her tongue danced in and out of my mouth, her breath passionately labored with soft humming moans. "I brought something other than wine" she said slyly. "What?" I questioned and put her down, her red bottoms heals still on, making a clack as they touched my wood floors. She reached in her purse and pulled out her laptop with one hand. "Show me your fantasy" she said with the heat of a sexual devil in her eyes. In her other hand, a vibrating dildo. I was immediately hard. "Are you serious?" I shot back. "I told you, I'm adventurous" she answered as she walked over to my couch, her ass swinging like a pendulum. Fuck. How am I this lucky??

She placed her laptop on the coffee table and ordered me to find what I needed as she spread her legs wide open, revealing her beautiful, shaved pussy. Not one to piddle, I typed in a popular cam-to-cam site as she covered up with a blanket. "If you're uncomfortable we don't have to do this" I offered. "Don't be silly, whoever he is he has to work for the goods, he doesn't get your girl unless I want him to" she explained and ordered "Take your clothes off." I quickly shed everything I was wearing, my dick hard as a rock pointed the way as I sat down on the couch next to her. She pressed "Start chatting" and the cam went live, a naked man showing up on the other end. "Next" she said, clicking through a few different people before pausing on one. He was slightly fit. A slightly above average cock, "Hi" she said, a look of shock hit his face as he realized a woman, not just a woman, a HOT woman was on camera. They bantered back and forth a bit before he mustered the courage to ask if he could see her. She looked at me. "It's your show" I encouraged. "It's actually your show" she said as she remove the blanket, revealing the immaculate curves of her naked body to him. "Tell me what you want" she said over the camera feed. "Touch your pussy" he responded as he began touching himself. She spread her legs open "Holy shit" was his response. Her fingers began circling her clit, dipping in to her pussy, then back to her clit. "You have a nice cock" she encourage him. "Thank you, you are sexy as fuck" he replied. "I want you to turn around and bend over for me" he got to the point quickly. "Good girls do as they are told she said" turning, kneeling on my couch, bending over. "Spread your ass for me" he ordered. She did so without hesitation. I started stroking my cock, watching her asshole appear to another man jerking off to her on camera.

Sabrina turned and sat down, legs spread, vibrator in hand. She brought the dildo to her lips and gave it a lick as it entered her mouth to wet it. She lowered it to her pussy, placing her feet on my coffee table and plunged the cock in to her pussy, fucking herself slowly for this man while we both stroked our cocks. I was so hard the head of my dick was turning purple. She looked at me, you poor thing, he needs some love too she said looking at my cock. The man on camera let out a moan and came for her, shooting all over his stomach. "Good boy" she said as she closed the laptop with her foot. Now it's your turn, she said as she stood up, grabbing my hand and leading me to my balcony. The air was cold, but I was so turned on I barely noticed. Sabrina sat me down on my cushioned patio couch, turned around, and sat her ass on my lap, my cock slipping into her ass crack. She laid back on me, pulling one of my hands to her tits, "Use the other on my pussy" she said with a breathy voice. My hand slid down her sext stomach, to her shaved-smooth mound and down to her soaking wet entrance. I slid two fingers Inside of her as she began rocking her ass on my cock. I had leaked so much pre-cum I didn't need lube. My cock slipped around fucking her ass crack as she slid up and down.

"Do you like sharing me?" she questioned. "I loved it, you are so sexy" I whispered in her ear. "Good because you still are, look across from us" she said. My eyes looked up from her tits to see another couple sitting on their balcony. They were far enough that I could not tell if they were watching us, but there was nothing hiding us, so it was safe to assume. Sabrina reached down and slid my cock inside of her, moving her hand up to her clit as she road me. My hands wandered back up to her tits, pulling her nipples, pawing at her D cups. "I'm not going to last long" I said as she started to shudder, "Neither am I." She said at normal volume as she moaned in to an orgasm. Her pussy pulsed around me and it was all I needed. My cock jolted as I came inside of her for the second time. "Fuck, Sabrina, you're going to get me addicted to you" I said, the sound of not-too-distant clapping filled our ears. The couple on the balcony across from us had been watching, and were now applauding. Sabrina stood up, flashing her naked body and did a little curtsy as if she was proud. As she stood back up my cum came pouring out of her and started running down her thigh. I scooped it up with my fingers as she turned and licked them clean. "You may be a devil, or you may be a saint, I'm not sure yet" I fired back at her, remembering her line from last weekend. "Guess you'll have to find out" she ended.

So I used to do this side gig where I'd work as a cocktail girl for private events. This company would rent out fancy apartments and penthouses for rich guys to throw parties and they'd hire girls to serve drinks and look pretty. The pay was good and the tips were insane because these men had more money than sense and the company had a very "don't ask don't tell" policy about what happened at these events. The security cameras were always conveniently "being serviced" and we were told to wear as little as possible.

So this one night I get called to work a poker game. Penthouse suite, downtown, gorgeous view, the whole thing. Five guys, all late forties to mid fifties, all in finance or law or whatever rich guys do. I show up in this tiny black skirt and a crop top that barely covered anything and started making drinks and bringing snacks and doing my thing.

These guys were LOOSE from the start. Cigars, whiskey, cocaine on the coffee table like it was a bowl of chips lol. They were loud and flirty and kept making comments about my ass every time I walked by but it was all pretty standard for these gigs.

About two hours in the one who was clearly the host waves me over and goes "how much to lose the top." And I laughed like it was a joke but he pulled out his phone and showed me his banking app and he was serious. I said fifteen hundred. He venmo'd me on the spot and I pulled my crop top over my head and kept pouring drinks in my bra. He shook his head and pointed at the bra. "All of it." So off came the bra and I spent the next hour walking around topless while five rich guys played poker and stared at my tits and I kind of loved it?? Like the power of having five grown men lose their train of thought every time I leaned over to set down a glass was doing something to me I wasn't expecting.

Then another one, bald guy with a nice watch, said he'd throw in two grand if I lost everything. And at that point the math was mathing and my pussy was already wet from the attention so I slid my skirt and underwear off and worked the rest of the night completely naked. Five men staring at my ass, my tits, my pussy every time I bent over or reached for something and I was dripping down my thighs.

The host was the first one to touch me. Grabbed my wrist when I was handing him his drink and pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his cock hard through his slacks, thick and warm against my bare ass, and he whispered "how much to sit on this." I said two thousand and I was already grinding on him before he finished typing the number into his phone.

From there it kind of became a blur?? Like I remember specific moments but the order gets fuzzy because there was a LOT of whiskey and a LOT of cocaine and a LOT of cock. I remember being on my knees between two of them, one in my mouth and one in my hand, switching back and forth. I remember the bald guy bending me over the poker table and pushing into me from behind while poker chips scattered everywhere and someone made a joke about going "all in" which was so corny but I was cumming too hard to care.

I remember being between two of them at once. One underneath me, cock deep in my pussy, and one behind me pushing into my ass with lube I didn't even see him grab. And the stretch was so intense I screamed and one of them poured champagne on my tits while the other two watched and I felt like the filthiest person on the planet and also the most wanted person on the planet and those two feelings were hitting at the exact same time.

Someone came on my face. Someone came inside me. Someone came on my tits and the guy next to him licked it off which was a moment lmaoo. By the end I was lying on the poker table covered in cum and sweat and champagne with poker chips stuck to my ass and I was shaking and laughing and couldn't feel my legs.

They all got dressed and left one by one. Each one venmo'd me or handed me cash on the way out. The host was last, he wrapped his jacket around my shoulders which was weirdly sweet considering he'd had his cock in my ass twenty minutes earlier, and he said "same time next month?" and I said "double the rate" and he just nodded.

I showered in the penthouse bathroom, counted everything up on the uber home. Just under fourteen grand for one night.

He did call again the next month. I said yes.

People act like sucking your friend's cock is some huge life-altering event and I'm over here like... it's really not lol. I've always been the sexually open one in every friend group. Guys will be stressed or venting or making half-jokes about needing to get laid and I'll just say "want me to help with that?" and the look on their face every single time is priceless. Mouth open, brain buffering, ears turning red. Then I'm on my knees and five minutes later everyone's happier and we go back to whatever we were doing :)

The one that lives in my head rent free is Bastian.

He's in my DnD group. 21, never kissed a girl, never been touched by one. Tall and skinny with big brown eyes behind thick frames, same three band tees on rotation, hands shake when he talks to women he doesn't know. Sweetest person I've ever met but zero game and too anxious to even download a dating app.

He'd been having the worst month. Failed a certification exam he'd studied all summer for, car got towed, cat was at the vet. I went to his apartment and he was slumped in his gaming chair staring at a menu screen not even playing. We sat there for a while and he eventually said "I just feel like nothing ever goes right for me" and it came out so defeated my chest ached.

I said "you need to get laid" and he did this dry tired laugh and said "yeah okay sure" and I turned toward him and said "Bastian I'm being serious, do you want me to suck your cock right now?"

His ears went BRIGHT red. "...are you serious?"

I was already sliding off the couch onto my knees.

I kneeled between his legs and tugged his sweatpants and boxers down together and his cock sprang up rock hard, thick and curved a little upward with a fat head already shiny with precum. Bigger than I expected (the quiet ones I swear lol). I licked the tip slow and he made this choked "oh my god" and his hands grabbed the armrests so hard his knuckles went white.

I took him in slow because I knew he'd never felt a mouth before. Lips tight, tongue flat against the underside, sliding down wet until he hit the back of my throat and his thighs were shaking against my shoulders and he kept whispering "fuck, fuck, oh my god" and I could feel him pulsing so I pulled off before he could finish.

He looked at me like I'd ruined his life lol. I wiped my chin and stood up and peeled my leggings and underwear off in one motion and climbed onto the gaming chair and straddled his lap and reached between us and lined his cock up with my pussy and sank down slow.

The sound he made. I think about it constantly. This broken whimpery moan from deep in his chest and his eyes squeezed shut and his hands grabbed my waist and I could feel every inch of him throbbing inside me, so hard it almost hurt. I sat there letting him feel it for the first time, warm and wet and tight around his cock, and then I started rolling my hips slow.

His head dropped back against the headrest and I rode him deep, grinding down so my clit pressed against his pelvis on every stroke and his fingers were digging into my hips and after maybe three minutes his grip got desperate and he said "I think I'm gonna, I'm going to" and I leaned into his ear and said "cum inside me" and he came so hard I felt every pulse, his cock twitching inside me while his whole body shook and I kept grinding slow milking him until he was empty and breathing hard with his forehead against my collarbone.

He sat there with his arms around my waist and his softening cock still inside me and his heartbeat hammering against my chest through his shirt. When he looked up his eyes were glassy and he said "thank you" so quietly I had to look away for a second.

That was four months ago. He texts me some version of thank you at least once a week. Last week he sent me a meme about gaming chairs and said "forever ruined for me btw" and I sent back :) and went about my day. We've hooked up three more times since and he's getting better. I'm a patient teacher lol :)

Okay so my friend told me that guys can supposedly cum from just mental stimulation. Like no touching at all. Just watching. And I was like there is absolutely NO way that's real. Like I know guys get hard from a breeze but actually cumming?? From nothing?? Nah.

But I got curious. And when I get curious about something I have to test it because that's just how my brain works lol.

So my older sister has this friend, Kieran. He's 19, never been with anyone, and he's had the most obvious crush on me since forever. Like the boy can barely form sentences around me. He stares at my tits when he thinks I'm not looking (I'm always looking) and one time I caught him adjusting himself in his jeans after I bent over to pick something up and I pretended I didn't see but I definitely saw. He's sweet though. Kinda dorky. Sandy hair, skinny, big hands that he doesn't know what to do with.

I texted him. "Don't cum for three days. Come over Sunday night." That's it. No explanation. He said okay within like thirty seconds lmaoo. Boys are so easy.

He shows up Sunday and he's nervous as fuck. Like visibly shaking. I sit him down on my bed and explain the rules. "I'm going to try to make you cum without either of us touching your dick. Your hands stay flat on the mattress. You don't move. You just try to make yourself cum from watching me. Got it?" He nodded so fast his head almost fell off.

He stripped and sat on the edge of my bed, hands flat like I told him. His cock was already rock hard, pointing straight up, twitching. Like literally bouncing on its own. Three days of not cumming and the poor thing looked like it was going to explode.

I started by undressing slow. Pulled my tank top over my head, unhooked my bra, let my tits fall out and his eyes went SO wide. Slid my shorts down, then my underwear, and I watched him watch every inch of fabric come off my body and his cock jumped every time I revealed something new. His breathing was already shaky and I hadn't even started yet.

I sat in the chair right next to the bed. Close enough that he could smell me (I was already wet, I'd been thinking about this all day). I spread my legs and started rubbing my clit, slow circles, looking right at him. "Look how wet you're making me" I said and his jaw clenched. I slid two fingers inside myself and moaned, loud, not faking it, I was SO turned on from the power of it, from watching his cock twitch and throb with every sound I made and knowing he couldn't touch it.

I grabbed my vibrator and pressed it to my clit and started talking filthy. "I want your cock inside me so bad... imagine how tight and wet I'd feel... imagine pushing into this..." and I was spreading my pussy open with my fingers so he could see everything, pink and dripping, and his cock was leaking precum down the shaft and his thighs were shaking and I was SURE he was about to blow.

But he didn't. His cock just kept twitching and dripping and pulsing but nothing came out. His face was red and his jaw was clenched and his hands were white-knuckling the mattress but he could NOT get there.

I was dripping at this point. Like my inner thighs were shiny and my vibrator was soaked and I was close to cumming myself just from watching him suffer. I couldn't leave him like this. That felt cruel even for me lol.

"Okay fuck it" I said and laughed. "I can't do this to you. You want me to sit on you or do you want my mouth?"

"Sit on me." Instant. Didn't even blink.

I climbed onto the bed, straddled him, and the SECOND my pussy lips touched the tip of his cock he came. Like immediately. Before I even sank down. I felt it shooting against my entrance, hot and thick and SO much, three days worth of cum just erupting out of him the instant he felt my skin. His whole body seized up and he made this sound, like a groan and a gasp smashed together, and his eyes rolled back.

I slid down onto him anyway. Let his cock pump everything he had deep inside me while he grabbed my hips (he broke the hands rule but I wasn't going to enforce it at that point lol). He was still hard even after cumming which surprised me and I rocked on him slow for a minute, feeling his cum warm inside me, his cock still twitching, and I kissed him because he looked like he needed to be kissed. He played with my tits while he caught his breath and his hands were shaking against my skin and his eyes were glassy and I just kept grinding on him slow and feeling him soften inside me.

He fell asleep in my bed twenty minutes later. Just passed out. I pulled the blanket over him and cleaned myself up in the bathroom with his cum running down my thighs and I looked at myself in the mirror and started laughing.

So the experiment failed technically. Hands-free orgasm did NOT work. But I got a really good fuck out of it and he texted me the next morning asking if he could come over again. I said "don't cum for a week this time" and he sent back a thumbs up emoji.

Science is fun :)

TLDR: Tried to make my sister's virgin friend cum without touching him. Failed the experiment. Sat on his cock instead and he lasted about half a second. He's coming back next week.

I wasn't planning on posting this but it's been sitting in my chest for weeks and I can't tell anyone I know so here we are lol.

So my best friend Adriana has an older brother, Mateo. He's like 22, just graduated, still lives at home. I've been going to their house since we were kids and Mateo was always just... there?? In the background. Playing games in his room, making food in the kitchen, whatever. I never really thought about him like THAT until recently because I guess he filled out or I started noticing or both. He's got this broad chest and these arms that idk, they just look different than they did when we were younger?? Like he definitely started working out at some point and I wasn't prepared for it.

Anyway I'm pretty sheltered. Conservative family, Christian school for most of my life, didn't even have my first kiss until junior year and that was barely a kiss. Like I'm not a prude but I also haven't done... much. And everybody in my life knows this.

So last month I was at Adriana's house and she had to leave for work mid-hangout. She was like "just stay and chill I'll be back in a few hours" and I was like cool whatever I'll watch TV. Mateo was in the living room and we started talking and it was normal at first but then he asked me if I had a boyfriend and I said no and he said "why not" and I said "idk I just haven't" and he got this look on his face like he was doing math.

He asked me if I wanted to play truth or dare. Just us two. And I should have known where that was going but my dumb ass said yes.

The truths got personal fast. Like within five rounds he'd gotten me to admit I'd never done anything beyond making out and I was embarrassed about it and his response was "that's nothing to be embarrassed about, I could show you what you like if you wanted." And his voice was so calm when he said it?? Like he wasn't being creepy or pushy he was just... offering. And my pussy was already wet from the way he was looking at me so I said okay.

He took my hand and we went to his room. He sat on his bed and pulled me down next to him and his hand went under my shirt and cupped my boob and I JUMPED. Not because it hurt just because nobody had ever done that before and the feeling of his rough palm against my skin made my whole body tingle. He started kissing my neck, slow, wet, sucking on the spot right below my ear and I was breathing so hard I was almost panting and we'd been in his room for maybe two minutes.

He slid his hand into my shorts and when his fingers touched my pussy his whole body tensed up. "You're soaked" he said and he sounded surprised which made me feel weirdly proud lol. He rubbed my clit in slow circles and I was gripping his arm and my hips were moving on their own and I was so close already it was embarrassing. Then he slid a finger inside me and I moaned into his shoulder and he whispered "fuck you're tight."

"Can I try something" he asked and I nodded. He pulled his shorts down and his cock was hard and pressed up against his stomach and I stared at it because I'd never seen one in person and it was bigger than I expected?? Like I had nothing to compare it to but it looked thick and the head was flushed and he stroked it once while looking at me and I felt my pussy clench.

"Just the tip" he said. "Just to see how it feels. I'll stop whenever you want."

He laid me back on his bed and pulled my shorts and underwear off and positioned himself between my legs. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against me, hot and wide, and when it started to push in I gasped and grabbed his shoulders. Just the tip. Stretching me open. Filling me in a way his fingers hadn't even come close to.

"Oh my god" I whispered and he held still, just the head inside me, watching my face.

"Can I go a little more?"

I nodded.

He pushed in another inch and my back arched off the bed and I made a sound I'd never made before, high and breathy and desperate. He went a little more. And a little more. And at some point "just the tip" became his entire cock buried inside me and I was gripping his sheets with both hands and my mouth was open and I couldn't form words.

"Can I just fuck you" he said and his voice was strained like he was holding back with everything he had.

"Yes. Please. Yes."

He started moving and I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper and every stroke was hitting something inside me that made my vision go fuzzy. His forehead was pressed against mine and I could feel his breath on my lips and hear these low groans coming from his chest every time he pushed in. My tits were pressed against him through my shirt that I still had on and his hand slid down and his thumb found my clit and rubbed in circles while he fucked me and I came so hard my whole body locked up and I couldn't breathe for a few seconds.

He pulled out and came on my stomach. Warm, thick, I could feel it pooling in my belly button and running down my side onto his sheets. He collapsed next to me and we both just laid there staring at the ceiling breathing hard.

He cleaned me up with a towel from his closet and we got dressed and sat on opposite ends of the couch watching TV when Adriana got home. She asked what we did while she was gone and Mateo said "nothing, just TV" and I said "yeah same" and my underwear was still soaked and I could still feel where he'd been inside me and Adriana had no idea.

I've been back to their house four times since then. Adriana has left for work three of those times. Mateo and I don't talk about it over text. We just wait.

So a couple of us at work started adding each other on social media and one coworker I notice tends to dress in tight clothing and more youthful then her age and I was checking out her profile page and watched her highlights and noticed she took some sexy pics. Well I got curious and wondered if she had any secret accounts. What I ended finding is her porn videos and I know it’s her because I see her tattoos. I have no idea what do about this. How am I supposed to see her at work knowing I know what she looks like naked. Like seriously I have seen this woman suck dick, finger her self and take it from behind. I honesty don’t think I can say hi and look at her the same again.

“Bro I am looking good, I am getting laid tonight, there’s no question.” Adam was a friend from college that still came to visit on occasion. He was a pretty boy, full of himself type from New Jersey, a bit much at times, but the kind of friend that was always there for you when you needed him. A statement like this was not out of the norm for his personality, but only landed true 30% of the times we heard it. We clinked our glasses together as the rest of us chuckled and rolled our eyes. “To Adam getting laid, 30% of the time, it works every time” Jay joked with his played out Anchorman line.

The bar was pretty busy tonight. My favorite watering hole on a creek. Live music, chill environment, full of good energy. Adam was more the club type, typical New Jersey type according to his descriptions, but that didn’t exist in Charleston these days, so he’d have to live with cheap beer and socializing. We were getting caught up on recent life and work events when someone realized one of the women in a trio across the bar kept looking our way. “Adam, you might be approaching 100% tonight, that girl has been trying to get your eye for a few minutes now.” Jay explained. Adam’s interest peaked as he looked around like a puppy looking for its owner. His confidence always gave way to desperation as the night went on, so we were a bit relieved that this happened earlier in the night.

“Bro she’s cute! And there’s one for each of us!” Adam’s excitement was hard to hide at this point. “Man, you’re the only one in the prowl, we’ll go over with you, but we are just here for you tonight” I explained with a laugh.

Adam walked over and introduced himself while we waited for the bartender to bring our beers. “He has always been a character” Jay said, “But we love him” I shot back. We joined Adam who introduced us to Emily, the girl who had been eyeing him, and her friends Tori and Amanda. They were all beautiful, well dressed and friendly, but Amanda caught my eye. She was very attractive, short, close to 5’, a little chubby with great curves, curly brown hair, blue eyes, big lips. I introduced myself as Jay got a little squirmy. Jay was in a rocky relationship with someone I tolerated, but never felt was right for him, he just couldn’t let go of her despite the constant fights and phone calls.

We hung out, talking with the girls for about an hour when Jay’s phone buzzed, we knew who it was. “Guys I have to take this” he said with a tired tone. Adam and I continued entertaining the group when Jay came walking back up, “I’m really sorry, I have to head out.” We knew. Another fight was taking place because he was out with friends. The girls excused themselves to go to the restroom as we said goodnight to Jay. “Bro, Emily is so hot, I need a solid, I need you to wingman Amanda for me. I feel like I can land this one tonight” Adam begged. “Land this one? Adam, you’ll never grow up will you” I laughed.

The girls returned seeing us a man down, but must have had a conversation in the ladies room, because Tori excused herself to another group she knew across the bar. Adam and Emily walked over to the railing by the water to talk. “Well, I guess we’ll fend for ourselves then, won’t we?” Amanda joked. “It’s fine, I’ve gotten accustomed to entertaining friends” I joked back. “Well, I hope it’s not too painful for you, I think you’re cute” Amanda flirted. I smiled, “I need another beer, would you like something?”

We spent the next few hours talking, laughing, flirting. Clearly a little tipsy, but still in control of herself, Amanda’s hand landed on my thigh, a sly smile on her face. I leaned in and kissed her sexy plump lips. “You want to come to my place?” She asked, sliding her hand further up my thigh.

We ordered an uber back to her place, an old shotgun-style house that had been renovated in to two condos. As Amanda unlocked her door my eyes wandered to her hips, her plump ass, her short legs. She opened the door, turned and grabbed me by the shirt, pulling me inside and shoving her tongue in my mouth at the same time. The door slammed as my hands quickly found her ass. Each cheek was more than a two handfuls and I could feel her tits pressing in to my chest. She turned again and grabbed my hand, leading me quickly to her bedroom. Her place was as well decorated as she was dressed.

She pulled me in to her again, this time my hands slid up under her dress and found her ass again. Her cheeks were cold, but trimmed by lace panties that faded to a satin, soft material. She spun me in a way that forced me to sit on her bed. Our lips, tongues never left each other, but she immediately started unbuttoning my pants. Her small hand reached in and pulled my cock out. “Mmm” she hummed. Dropping to her knees, she pulled my soft cock in to her mouth and started sliding it across her tongue, in and out of her mouth. I got hard pretty quickly, grabbing the back of her hair, but letting her move at her own pace.

She stood up and lifted her dress over her head. Her tanned skin was decorated with black panties, and a matching bra. She reached behind her, wasting no time, and unhooked the bra, letting it fall to the floor as her tits poured out. Full, round C cups, beautiful red areolas the size of a silver dollar dotted with big nipples as big around as my pinky. Fuck they were perfect. I have a love of big nipples, the kind you want to chew on like a piece of bubble gum. She slid her panties down her curvy hips, down her thick thighs, revealing a shaved pussy and a sexy slightly chubby tummy. I was harder than I was when I was in her mouth. Something about a thick girl with a tummy turns me on like the first time you see a pair of tits.

She pulled my shirt off and removed my pants seemingly in one motion it was so fast. She climbed up and straddled me, sinking my cock in to her pussy. She rode me, tits beaming in the light from her bed lamp. I stretched my mouth around her nipples, biting down on them “AHH” she cried with pleasure. She rode like a pro, her pussy wet like a slip n slide, I could feel her juices running down my balls. I grabbed her tummy like a pair of tits and thrust my hips up in to her. “You like chubby girls?” She toyed? “I prefer them” I said, grasping her belly in my hands harder. I slid one hand down to rub her clit while she rode me. Her body was like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. I pawed at her thighs, tits and hips like it was my first time seeing a woman naked.

Amanda climbed off of me, crawling to the middle of her bed, ass in the air on her hands and knees. Her ass cheeks were bright white, lacking the sun kissed tan of the rest of her body. Her cheeks spread open revealing a pretty little pink asshole. I positioned myself behind her and shoved my cock back in to her pussy, her ass bouncing off of my hips with every thrust. My hands latched on to the soft area of her hips, pulling myself in to her harder, deeper. “Fuck, FUCK” she cried out. Unable to resist her little pink hole staring at me, I tested the waters and gave it a light rub with my thumb. “Ohhhh” she moaned. I let spit drip from my mouth down on to her asshole and sunk my thumb in, grabbing her ass crack with the rest of my hand. My cock in her pussy, my thumb in her ass, I knew I was going to cum quickly if I didn’t take a break. I pulled out of her and positioned my head under her pussy, licking her clit. She lowered her hips down on to my face, grinding lightly on my mouth as my tongue explored the length of her clit. I slowly stroked myself while she rubbed her pussy juices all over my face. I was in heaven, but ready to be inside of her again.

I crawled back up and teased the head of my cock against her pussy entrance. “Wrong hole” she begged. I froze, I had heard that before, but I was definitely not lined up to the “wrong hole” like the last time I heard that. Confused, I pulled back and re-aligned myself to her pussy, thinking maybe I touched her ass. “Wrong hole” she demanded this time. I’m a little less confused this time, but more surprised. I lifted my dick and lined it up, resting the head on her asshole. “Get the lube out of my nightstand” she said excitedly.

Never one to not follow a woman’s orders, I retrieved the lube and poured it down the length of my cock, stroking it evenly, then poured a cold dollop on her asshole. With one hand on her hourglass hip, the other holding my cock, I slipped the head in to her ass. “Ohhhh my god” she cried. This wasn’t my first anal, so I knew to go slow, excruciatingly so. Inch by inch I was finally in her ass to my balls. During this process she must have reached down to rub her clit, because I felt her hand cup my balls as I slowly pushed in and out of her asshole. “Fuck my ass” she ordered. Picking up speed, I thrust faster and further in and out, her ass was tight, gripping me hard. Her hand receded back to her clit as I was fully fucking her in the ass. “Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum” she cried, “OH FUCK, FUUUUCK” she screamed as she came. I didn’t let up, full speed fucking her ass through her orgasm. With one last thrust I buried myself all the way in and came deep inside her, pulling her hips in to me hard. I kept thrusting through my orgasm. With each thrust, my cum slipped out down the length of me. Coming down from a wave of anal ecstasy I pulled out, watching my cum follow, slipping down her pussy lips and dripping on to her bed.

“I never would have guessed that about you” I laughed. “I swear I’ve never done that before, I was just so turned on and felt like such a slut I wanted to try it” she explained. I took your anal virginity??” I questioned. “You definitely did”

It was early 2024. Me and my ex gf - Nadia have been together for 2 years then. I was her second bf and second guy she ever slept with. The "honeymoon phase" was already over. First year we were fucking like rabbits, few times a day. Hell, even our first date ended up in bed. I'm a skinny 5'8 guy, never been the sports type, with 6 inch dick, average girth. My ex is 5'2 brunette, working out regularly, thick thigh, 75D cup.

Our worklife wasn't too generous for us relationship-wise. We've been spending most of our days separately and when we were both free and at home there was rarely any energy left to do something more than lay on the couch and watch series. Sex? Extremely rare, occasionally there was some eating out, blowjobs, hands stuff. And so, days turned into weeks, weeks into months... One night she finally felt like fucking and we wasted no time. But this time it wasn't just usual rough sex with no words spoken, we actually talked about how to regain our spark. We were going through many ideas as we got closer and closer to finish. As I was getting super close - I quietly moaned into her ear "You've no idea how much I'd love to see you on another cock" and judging by how passionate she got she loved that idea too. After we were done, cuddling on the bed she asked me if I meant it and I said "yes" without hesitation. "Interesting" - she responded.

A week or two later we decided to create a couple profile on a dating app, clearly stating we're looking for a bull. There were dozens of DM's in a matter of hours. We picked best looking ones to text with them to see if there's good enough vibe to invite them to our bedroom. Didn't have to wait long. After 3 days we've singled out a guy from our city. 6 feet tall, slim but ripped, his body looked way better than mine. Also had a 2 inch longer dick with much more girth. Weekend came and we invited him for a morning fun.

As he was few minutes away Nadia got really shy, she was actually thinking of cancelling the whole thing but I came up with an idea that made her a bit more calm - blindfolding her.

Our doorbell rang, Nadia sat on the bed, blindfolded in her best erotic bodusuit. I opened the door, shook hands with the guy and exchanged few jokes after which I led him to Nadia. He was extremely respectful, greeted her like a gentleman, kissing her hand, asking if he can put his arm around her, kiss her etc. After few minutes she took off the blindfold, smiled and said she was ready to do it, but before it happened she turned to me: "Baby, could you leave us for now? I'm really shy". I nodded and left the bedroom, she got up after me and closed the door, locked it and took out the key so I could at least watch through the keyhole. My heart sank, I felt a bit of regret but I also have never been so horny in my life, felt like my dick would tear through my pants. I knelt by the door and started to watch through the hole.

It didn't take him long to lay her down, unbutton her body and start fingering her... I couldn't hear much but I've seen how she moved under his touch, how she was shaking. After a while he knelt by the end of the bed and ate her out for a minute or two. This is where he stopped being a "gentleman". He got up, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down from the bed onto her knees. She understood the assignment, pulled down his pants and his dick literally slapped her while doing so. She visibly gasped but before she could say anything he just shoved his dick deep into her throat. At first she was gagging like crazy, in few minutes her face was soaked with her saliva and his pre cum (not to mentioned completely ruined makeup). In that moment the guy decided bed is too good for her and she should be fucked on a table like a total whore. He kept her on her knees, once again pulled her by her hair and walked her to the door, I quickly got up to pretend I wasn't a pathetic loser who just whored out the love of his life. The bedroom door opened, he walked her by the hair like a damn trophy through the hall into our living door and slammed the door behind them. There I couldn't watch anymore, as they left the key in the hole.

I could only listen how hard he bent her over a table and made his way into her pussy. She loudly gasped, followed by "HEY! Careful, you're way bigger than him (me)". He pushed her head into the table and started to pound her pussy with no mercy "I love it..." - she moaned. What followed was 30, maybe 40 minutes of hard fucking. Her ass was clapping on his body, she moaned louder than she ever did with me, the table was banging against the wall. I'm pretty sure she came multiple times... Then I heard him groan loudly, they talked quietly for a bit and he opened the door, ready to leave. "You can have you whore back" - he said. He left our flat a minute later, no goodbyes, no nothing.

I entered the living room. She was still bent over the table, her ass red from spanking, legs shaking and to my biggest surprise - pussy filled with cum (she always made me wear condoms).

"Are you proud of me baby?" - she asked but I was literally speechless so I just nodded to which she replied "Let me thank you" and got down on her knees. At this point I was craving for a blowjob but as she reached for my dick through the pants... I came. I was so horny that all it took was a single touch from her to completely flood my boxers with cum.

"Oh, what a shame, now I'm sure he's way better than you" - she laughed, took my hand and led my to the bathroom to help her clean up in the shower. I washed her thoroughly, gave her a minute to dry herself up and then carried her to our bedroom to get dressed. She gave me a kiss (I totally felt the taste of that guy's cock) and left for work soon after. She spent all day teasing me from work about being a cuck.

There was no going back from that.

So my boyfriend and I went to Prague for a long weekend and we'd been talking about trying something with another girl for like a year but were both too nervous to actually pull the trigger. Then we found this place that does erotic couples massages and after two drinks at the bar across the street we just... booked it lol

We get there and two girls take us to this room with a huge tub and wash us both down and I'm already feeling things because watching another girl's hands sliding across his chest and his shoulders while he stood there dripping wet made my stomach flip. Not jealous exactly just very AWARE of him?? Like I was seeing him through someone else's hands and it made me want him more which was confusing and hot at the same time

They moved us to this wide padded table, both on our backs next to each other, and started rubbing us down. My girl was working my shoulders and my stomach and getting lower real slow and I keep turning my head to watch what's happening on his side. The girl on him was rubbing his inner thighs and I could see his cock getting hard under the towel and my pussy literally throbbed watching it happen in real time

When my girl started rubbing my nipples in these soft circles I let out this whimper that I didn't even mean to make and he turned to look at me and we just... locked eyes while we were both being touched by strangers and I swear that was the hottest part of the whole thing. Just looking at each other's faces while it was happening, watching each other react, I can't even explain it without sounding dramatic lol

She worked her way down and started rubbing my clit with these slow soft wet circles and I came embarrassingly fast. Like maybe three minutes and I was gripping the edge of the table arching my back cumming so hard my thighs were shaking and he was watching me the entire time with his mouth open

After I came I rolled onto my side to watch him and the second girl came over to help. Two girls stroking his cock at the same time, one using both hands on his shaft while the other rubbed the head with her thumb and played with his balls and the visual of four hands on him was INSANE?? I crawled over and started kissing him and he was moaning into my mouth and I reached down and started licking his nipple while watching them work him and when he came it shot up so hard some of it hit my cheek and the rest went all over his stomach and I almost came again just from the sound he made

We laid there for maybe five minutes not saying anything and then he turned to me and goes "so are we telling people about this or" and I started laughing so hard I snorted lmaoo

We looked up three more places before we even left that night. Went to another one two days later... I'll post about that one if anyone wants to hear it :)

For almost our entire marriage my husband and I have enjoyed talking about our wildest fantasies while we make love. You can probably guess the kinds of things we were talking about. One of my husband’s most frequently brought up fantasies was letting another guy screw me while he either participated or even just watched.

Though I initially just laughed it off as one of those fantasies some guys have, after a while I found myself secretly getting turned on by the idea. As our sex life evolved, so did my willingness to entertain Mark’s fantasy. We started watching pornography together—not often, but an occasional thing to just get in the mood. More often than not, we would choose a video with 2 or more men sharing a woman.

Then the stuff with Joel happened, and he was unsurprisingly our first experience with a ménage à trois. A story, I plan to tell more about. But our first experiences with Joel just made me want more. More sex with more men. And Mark agreed.

Internally, I was surprised about this realization considering my and my husband’s extremely conservative religious upbringing! I had been taught that sex was only between a husband and his wife. Some in my former church probably held the belief that sex was strictly for procreation purposes. But three pregnancies and one vasectomy later, we were long past such beliefs, and enjoyed a very active sex life within our marriage…and now a little outside of it too.

I still didn’t have any desire to have sex with another man *away* from my husband. But I found myself craving the idea of my husband on one end and a stranger on another.

When I expressed to Mark that I was interested in playing with even more men, he was… excited to say the least. Over the next two weeks we spent evenings on Reddit together, reading various lifestyle subs— r/hotwife, r/stagandvixen, etc.—saving posts that felt useful, and talking about what we liked or didn’t like. Soon after, we found about Feeld and 3Fun, and created a shared couple profile, sharing that we were new and what we were potentially looking for. We left our faces private and posted a few recent photos, then let the account sit.

For the first month we mostly observed—scrolling profiles side by side before bed, reading messages out loud, and deciding together which ones felt worth answering. A few polite conversations started, and we met some really fun people.

While this was happening, my husband and I talked about some of our concerns and rules. I was worried about feelings of jealousy. I didn’t say that I *never* wanted to see him with another woman, but I expressed that I’m not sure how long it would take me—not that he was even pressing for it, he wasn’t. He told me that the jealousy wasn’t even a worry for him. He *wanted* this.

On top of that, we discussed my self-consciousness. Believe it or not, I have not always had the most affirming thoughts about my self-image, but I’ve been working on it. Still, though my body is far from perfect—it has given birth to three crotch goblins—I do *feel* attractive, and I do enjoy “showing off.” Maybe that’s in part because my husband clearly finds me attractive enough to want to share me with other men.

Finally, we decided that if we were really going to go in on this, we would need some ground rules:

Sexual contact with others would only happen when both of us could be present
We would jointly decide how extra partners were selected and screened, even if one of us handled some of the arranging.
Discretion was essential; if one of us want to discuss our lifestyle with a non-party, it has to be agreed upon by me and him.
We must carefully screen partners for health and lifestyle reasons, and condom-free sex was only acceptable if STD-free and he had permanent birth control (ie. A vasectomy—I am off birth control for medical reasons).
We would always honor each other’s right to stop an activity, ask a partner to leave, take breaks, or end the entire venture, and we would actively look out for each other’s well-being.

Suffice it to say, we spent a lot of time together thinking through everything.

By the time we had our rules in place we were both getting excited by the prospect of opening up the bedroom to other men (Joel, during this time, had started dating a wonderful girl and could no longer “participate” in “activities.”).

Now, I masturbate all the time. I have since forever. Mark loves it. One time, leading up to this he walked in on me riding a dildo in the shower, opened the door, and proceeded to spit roast me with the toy. During the months of planning, Mark and I found ourselves enjoying some awesome-epic-fantastic sex with each other. We would almost always fantasize about another guy fucking me, my husband making me use another man’s name. A stranger from online, a friend, a co-worker. It was adventurous and naughty in its own right.

Sometimes I would imagine the man in question fucking me while sliding a toy inside my pussy, my husband kissing me from the other side while I stroked or sucked him. I gave Mark a LOT more head, secretly and sometimes openly wondering what the other man’s penis would look like, taste like, feel like.

Did I have second thoughts? Sure. Religious guilt, thoughts about my family finding out, people from my former church finding out. But I didn’t let it stop me.

Obligatory physical descriptions: I have dark brown shoulder-length hair, usually keep my weight somewhere in the mid-to-upper 140s (currently 130’s thanks to keto), stand about 5’4” with no heels, and curvy (about a 36E depending on the bra, and the figure of a woman who’s had three kids). My husband has short dark brown hair, an athletic dad-build with a fair amount of body hair, stays right around 180–185 lbs., stands about 6’1”, and keeps himself in better shape than me. I’m 35, he is 37. We have now been married 15 years.

My husband frequently travels around the states. He is an attorney. While we live in Utah, his work often takes him to Los Angeles. I generally stay at home with the kids, though I occasionally accompany my husband on his trips just to have some alone time together. Though he works, of course, it’s sort of a mini-vacation for us. Don’t worry, we take real vacations sometimes too.

We decided that, at least at first, we should attempt to make our “extra partner”contacts in cities where my husband traveled, rather than in Utah, in order to minimize the risk of someone finding out about us that we knew.

We knew he would be having a couple of three-day trips to Los Angeles coming up. That gave us an idea. We would try to locate potential men in the Los Angeles area for our first MFM, other than Joel. Mark could meet with the men whom were interested during the first trip, in the hopes of finding a guy we could both meet when I could join him on the second trip.

Once the plan was in place and we seriously started looking, I could not believe the amount of inquiries/interest we received. Really made a girl feel desirable, I’ll tell ya.

The men wanted pictures of us... well, of me. I could be wrong, but I don’t think they would have given one crap about how my husband looked. I was hesitant at first, but then my husband told me he would book a boudoir shoot and crop photos that in no way revealed my face or identity. So we did, and that was a very fun experience that deserves its own story.

Over the next several days we spent a few hours each night responding to the messages. That was really an erotic experience too. Words, man. Mark gave me full control and I enjoyed personalizing the message with a pic from our shoot.

By the time for Mark’s first trip to Los Angeles, we had narrowed the field down to three guys. He met with one each day he was there before or after his work concluded. Each night he would call me with his reports, which would inevitably devolve into phone sex with our remote toys.

After meeting with each of them, my husband and I narrowed it down to a ranked choice list. If our top option didn’t work out then we would go to our next and so on.

Upon his return, my sexy husband was... rewarded for his efforts. Repeatedly. We fucked like newlyweds. I came hard, he came inside me. It was great.

The time soon came for my husband’s second trip to LA, and I was to join him. We made arrangements for our kids to stay with grandparents for the days we would be gone, and we were absolutely giddy as we waited for the day to arrive to fly to Los Angeles.

We arrived early in LA on a Wednesday morning, after we checked in at the hotel, we went down to the bar in the lobby. The guy, Tom, was waiting for us. Tom, was around our age, a doctor, and divorced. Tom was just as attractive as in his pictures.

My husband and I had some pre-arranged signals that enabled me to let him know I was or was not enthusiastic about this guy. I gave my husband the “good” signal, and after initially talking with Tom for an hour or so, my husband invited him up to our suite. Tom quickly agreed.

We all went back up to our hotel room and I left Tom and Mark to talk while I “freshened up.” I was so nervous, asking myself if I was really going to do this. I was.

I looked at myself in my sleeveless fitted dress, then reached back, found the small zipper pull at the top of my neck, and drew it all the way down in one slow motion until the dress loosened completely. I slipped the straps off my shoulders and let the whole thing fall forward and pool at my feet.

I was already wearing a sexy black lace bra and matching panty lingerie set. I stepped out of the dress still wearing my heels and picked up a sheer floral robe that goes with the set from my suitcase, and slipped my arms into the long sleeves. I brought the satin belt around my waist and tied it loosely. When I turned to look in the mirror, the robe floated over the curve of my ass and I could see the panty clearly through the sheer lace. I smiled at myself. Ready.

I opened the door from our room and struck a pose in the doorframe that I was hoping appeared much more confident than I felt.

As soon as I sauntered over to the men with the stupid cute looks on their faces, my husband recovered and suggested, "Baby, why don't you help Tom out of those clothes."

Tom was smiling as I stepped closer and reached for the buttons of his shirt, working them open one by one while I looked up at him. When the last one came free I pushed the fabric off his shoulders and down his arms, letting it fall to the floor. My hands moved to his belt next, I unbuckled it slowly, tugged the leather free, then popped the button of his pants and drew the zipper down. I hooked my fingers into the waistband on both sides and slid his pants and underwear down together, kneeling so he could step out of them.

Tom’s cock sprang out, completely hard and raring to go! It too looked just like in the pics. I was about to put it in my mouth when Tom picked me up and promptly untied the sash of my robe and I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

As soon as it was gone, Tom planted a kiss on my nearest boob. At the same time, my husband fell to his knees in front of me, and after peeling my panties off, began to bury his face between my legs where I stood.

Standing there, I spread my legs a bit to give Mark some more room to work with. He put his hands on my ass and drew me tighter against his face. God I love the way his tongue works, it began to explore my upper thighs and clit then between my pussy lips then up inside me. My legs were quivering by the time the three of us made it to the king-sized bed, and my husband had stripped out of his clothes too.

The boys lips trailed all over my naked body.
I reached out and took each of their hard cocks in each of my hands... stroking them as they kissed me and played on either side of me. Tom’s cock was about the size and thickness of Mark’s, but with an upward curve.

Tom stood up and gently grabbed hold of my legs, drawing me toward the foot of the bed before flipping me onto my belly. I braced myself by my arms and looked at my husband and smiled, “This is it, baby! He’s about to put his dick inside me!" Then Mark kissed me deep as Tom settled between my legs, I could feel his dick pressing against my lips as I made out with my husband.

Mark broke our kiss, and held eye contact with me as I felt Tom press himself into my very wet pussy. He says the look on my face is not one he will ever forget. Pleasure coursed through my body as I realized that the cock of a man I had just met in person was beginning to explore my pussy.

Tom slowly pressed his way in as my eyes rolled back and my mouth stretched wider. I began to push my hips back trying to fully sheeth him. I felt my husband lean back over me and take one of my cheeks into his hand as Tom’s cock bottomed out inside his wife.

Tom held himself there for a minute, "God, you feel so tight!"

“Mmm, yeah?”

“Mhmm”

My eyes having returned to their correct position, I turned my head and looked back at Tom, seeing him through the corners and cooing.

“You don’t need to go slow. I promise I’ll let you fuck me again," I told Tom. "I want you to fuck me hard and fast this first time… until you give me that big load you’ve been holding on to."

My husband sat against the headboard, stroking his prick as Tom began his cock's assault on my pussy. He sure was a good listener. He was pounding—and I mean POUNDING— the HELL outta me.

"Oh Tom, oh my God, Tom, that feels really good!" I told him.

I could feel my body tensing up each time Tom’s curved cock thrusted deep inside of me, dragging across my g-spot, and my head swiveled back to my husband.

“Baby….baby, I'm going to cum... already. Tom... Tom’s cock is making me feel so woooonderful!” I confessed.

Moments later I felt my body convulse in an orgasm so powerful I thought I might pass out. Le petite mort. Tom commented that he could see and feel my pussy contracting violently as I came. But not only did Tom keep pounding, but impossibly, he picked up speed.

I thought I might cum again—though I wasn’t entirely sure I had ever stopped cumming from the first one until Tom mashed himself against my ass holding himself as deep as he could go while he pulsed inside me, shooting his load into the condom.

When he pulled out, I could see the pool of creamy white cum filling the end of the rubber. It definitely would have gotten me preggo. Like, definitely. I was so turned on. I’m not sure who was driving horny Lauren’s brain, but it sure wasn’t regular Lauren. I sat up, pulled the condom off of Tom’s cock and did something I’ve never done before: I raised it to my mouth, dripped the contents onto my tongue, and swallowed. I don’t know—It felt like the sluttiest thing to do in the moment, so I did it. And I really wanted to taste it.

Mark and Tom just stared in awe. Dumbstruck. I think Mark would’ve married me again right there if a priest was available.

Mark then surprised me by wrapping me in his arms and giving me a passionate kiss with tongue. Though I had already swallowed Tom’s cum, I wasn’t so sure he couldn’t taste it on me.

Then I was on on my back, alternating between kissing both men, their hands were all over me, and mine on them, until my husband couldn’t take it anymore and rolled me to face Tom as he entered me from behind in the spooning position. Tom kissed my lips and Mark would thrust and it was so gooooood.

It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before Mark was climaxing shooting his cum deep inside of me. I couldn’t remember the last time he came that fast.

The three of us play there for a moment, reveling in sex we had just had. I thanked them both and got up to go to the bathroom. A huge glob of my husband’s cum dripped out of me as I stood up, giggling as I skirted to the bathroom, my hand cupped between my legs.

I went back out to the chit chatting men, jumped between them again, and began lazily stroking their cocks while we talked. Tom swiftly hardened again in my hand, and Mark wasn’t far behind.

“I want you on top of me for round two.” I directed Tom.

He wasted no time in positioning me so my head was on the edge of the bed and he was hovering over me before navigating his cock into me again. Watching his face as he entered me this time gave me a whole new sense of happiness.

We weren’t in a rush to cum this time. Mark watched as Tom moved inside of me. Sometimes he would pause when he was at his deepest and I would think he was cumming, but he was just “taking his time.” His words.

Mark went to sit in a chair for a better view while he stroked.

“I love you, baby.” I cooed to my husband as Tom slowly fucked me. I had a couple of of mini-orgasms as Tom continued to probe at the steadiest of paces with a thumb on my clit.

Even though he hadn’t really been fucking me hard, the steady thrusting had pushed my head so it was now hanging over the bed.

“Come here, baby.” I said to my husband. “I want you to fuck my face.”

And he did. He fucked my mouth and I would tell him to keep going even if I choked and gagged. He did, and this spurred Tom on too. He started to fuck me hard.

Then I was cumming again. A huge one. The thought of being so thoroughly under their control, unable to do anything but accept their dicks into my holes. I thought it might never end.

“Fuck, she’s cumming again,” my husband groaned, caressing my breast and pulling out of my throat as Tom pushed his pole into me again and again. “What a good wife.”

“Oh my God,” I screamed and gasped. “Oh my God oh my God oh my God! I fucking love your cock inside my pussy! Cum for me! Cum for me!”

“Fuck,” Tom grunted as he continued to drill into me.

“She’s fucking loving this.” Mark grinned sticking his dick back into my mouth. “That’s it, suck my dick, babe. Give it to her harder, Tom.”

“I’m struggling to hold on here.” Tom grunted, as I felt him pulsing again inside of me. “Fuck. Fuck. NNNNGGGHHHH!”

As he pulled out, my husband quickly took his spot and finished in me again not long after. I came again too, though it was a bit restrained—I think I was pretty much all cummed out.

Tom had to get back to work, but promised to visit us again Friday afternoon before we left town. When he left, my husband and I showered together and washed the sex off of each other. It was a very sensual experience even without any shower sex. He confirmed he wasn’t feeling any jealousy over what had just happened and I confirmed that I enjoyed—really really enjoyed—getting fucked by Tom. The only problem I admitted to him, was not wanting to wait until Friday…

But that’s another story.

I used to be SO embarrassed about this and now I'm sitting here typing it out with one hand between my legs so I think the embarrassment phase is over lol

Quick backstory that matters: I was going through a rough patch and my best friend and her boyfriend let me stay at their apartment for a while. They gave me the spare room and didn't charge me anything and were amazing about the whole thing and I love them both for it :)

What I did not anticipate was how OPENLY they fuck. Like I knew they had sex obviously but I did not know that "their apartment" meant "their sex was happening in every room at all times with doors open and zero concern about volume." The first week I was there I heard her cum through the wall so loud I thought she was being murdered. I walked out of my room and their bedroom door was open and I could see his ass in the mirror going to town and I just turned around and went back to bed and laid there listening and getting wet and feeling complicated about it.

It became normal fast. They'd be on the couch watching something and I'd see the blanket moving and hear her breathing change and I'd just stay in my room. Sometimes I'd hear them in the shower. Once in the kitchen. One time I came home and she was bent over the dining table and he was behind her and she just waved at me over her shoulder without stopping and I waved back and went to my room and touched myself for twenty minutes. (I know. I KNOW.)

The night it happened we were all watching a movie and drinking wine after finals and I was exhausted and tipsy and sitting on one end of the couch while they were on the other end. I could see the blanket moving over their laps and she caught me looking and instead of being weird about it she just laughed and said "you're welcome to watch, you know I've told you that" which she had, multiple times, as a joke. Except maybe it wasn't a joke.

I didn't move. She smiled and threw the blanket off and I could see her thong pulled to the side and his cock slowly sliding in and out of her while she laid on her side against him. Thick, hard, glistening with her wetness, and I was staring at it and I shoved my hand into my shorts without making a conscious decision to do it.

Things got blurry after that (wine plus exhaustion plus watching your best friend get fucked two feet from you will do that to your brain). I was fingering myself watching them and she was watching me watch them and she kept smiling at me between moans and every time his cock slammed into her hard enough to make her gasp she'd lock eyes with me and that eye contact while she was getting pounded, her looking right at me with his cock inside her like she wanted me to see every second of it, made me so wet I squirted for the first time in my life, just this warm gush on my own fingers while I stared at his cock disappearing into her pussy.

He flipped her onto her stomach and started fucking her hard with her ass up and I was watching it jiggle with every thrust (she has one of those asses that's somehow toned AND soft at the same time and I've been staring at it for years and finally getting to see it bounce while she got fucked was doing things to me I can't fully articulate) and I had three fingers inside myself and my other hand on my clit and I came again, quieter this time, biting my lip and whimpering.

They switched to missionary and he was getting faster and louder and she was moaning into his neck with her legs wrapped around him and she turned her head toward me and said "come here" and I scooted across that couch so fast I almost fell off.

I was right next to them now, close enough to smell the sex and the sweat and her perfume mixing with everything and his rhythm was getting sloppy and she could tell he was close because she looked at me with this grin and said "her."

That's all she said. "Her." And he pulled out of her so fast his cock made a wet sound leaving her pussy and before I could process what was happening he grabbed my hair with one hand and shoved his cock into my mouth. Deep. His cock tasted like her pussy and I moaned around it and he thrust maybe three times into my throat and I felt him twitch and then he was cumming. Thick heavy spurts straight down my throat that I swallowed on instinct, and then he pulled out and jerked the rest onto my face, rope after rope landing on my cheeks and my nose and my lips and my chin and I was sitting there on their couch with my fingers still wet from my own pussy and his cum dripping off my face and she leaned over and kissed my forehead through the cum and whispered "we should have done this months ago" and I have never in my LIFE cum harder than I did touching myself after that with his cum still drying on my face.

We had a couple more nights like that before I got my own place. We're all still really close and we never make it weird and sometimes when we're all hanging out and she catches my eye she does this little smile that says "I remember" and my thighs press together under the table every single time :)

This took place back in the good ol’ days of my mid-20s. The world has changed a lot since then, and so have I; the me in this story is reckless and immature, and I don’t condone all of his behavior. Nevertheless, I have come to terms with it as an especially hot life lesson.

I've always been involved with my town’s local music scene, and one year it occurred to me that the street I lived on had enough bars and punk houses to throw an absolute banger of a block party. It took a lot of work to get off the ground, from booking all of the bands to getting the venues show-ready and on the same page. Word spread during the planning and promotion, and community hype seemed pretty high as party day approached. It took little effort to find a good volunteer crew from a simple blast of my socials.

One of those volunteers was Molly. She’s someone I knew vaguely from bumping into at shows, and whom I'd seen in the crowd at some of my band’s own. I never caught her age, but she seemed to be a little younger than me, maybe 22 at the time, and quite petite at about 5' 1. She ticked a lot of boxes for the hipster starter pack: a new hair color every other week; messy bangs; big, round, brown glasses that framed her big, round, brown eyes; and stick-and-poke tattoos all over her body that alluded to her esoteric tastes. She was a collage artist, and I always enjoyed seeing the striking fliers she made for shows around town.

I remembered seeing on social media that she had moved out-of-state with her boyfriend a few months ago, so I certainly wasn’t expecting to hear from her. She replied that she was back in town that weekend, thought it sounded fun and wanted to help. I gave her a shift at a ticket booth and didn't think much more of it.

The day of the party was a blur: exhausting, stressful, and exhilarating. The bands were all on point, all the venues were packed and the streets were flowing with beer and late-summer revelry. Everything was running exactly to schedule, and everything was going at best-case scenario. Even still, the sheer volume of people I had to communicate with to keep the party going kept me from fully being able to join it.

I didn’t see much of Molly, as I was darting from stage to stage all night, though she certainly caught my eye whenever she was nearby. She had a kind of a French thing going on. A red beret crowned her jet black, ponytailed hair. She matched it with a rouge lipstick that highlighted her full, pouting lips. Thigh-high socks covered most of her legs, but left a sexy band of peach-toned skin for me to admire below her short plaid skirt. Perhaps the most French part of her ensemble was the lack of bra. Her small, perky tits looked amazing against the tight horizontal black-and-white stripes of her shirt, with just a hint of nipple poking through.

Despite the fact that I could go into a paragraph of detail about how hot she looked, I was so focused on keeping operations smooth that I remained completely professional with her, and our interactions were limited to a boss/worker dynamic. She only worked the first half of the party, her relief replacing her sometime while I was away so she could enjoy the headliners and catch up with friends.

I also didn’t see much of Helen that night, though I wasn’t expecting to. We had been dating for two years, and with hindsight, the relationship had clearly already run its course but we were both too cowardly to call things off. We argued frequently, only occasionally enjoyed each other’s company, and worst of all, had infrequent and mediocre sex. Planning this party had only further driven a wedge between us. Her support was fickle and my incessant talking about it drained her. She left early, telling me she had a migraine and wishing the best of luck to me. I’d say I was disappointed had I expected more, but ultimately I wasn’t going to let her keep me from enjoying my night.

As the final bands were wrapping up, I began the all-important task of collecting the door money from the venues and kudos from my peers. There was way more of both than I was prepared for, but luckily my inflated ego buoyed the anxiety I felt walking around with thousands of dollars in my bag.

I finished the rounds at Pisshole, a large punk house that I had a room in and had served as one of the venues for the night. My housemates did a great job at directing everyone to the afterparty, so the place was totally emptied out. I went to my room, sat at my desk, emptied my bag, and basked in the mountain of tens and twenties I had before me. The afterparty was waiting, but I couldn’t resist taking some time to find out the grand total of my efforts.

Partway into my count, I heard footsteps from the living room and a voice calling my name. It was Molly. What was she doing here? I beckoned her into my room and asked her that very question. She lingered at the door frame and noticed all of the cash I was sitting with, causing her to stumble over her words. She was adorable, all flustered like that. I looked her up and down. Her hands were behind her back, giving me a nice view of her curves. Maybe I was imagining it, but her nipples were poking out more than before. Her gaze was heavy lidded and bloodshot, clearly high on some potent herb.

The whole night had also gotten me quite high: high on adrenaline, high on myself and my own triumphs, and yes, a little weed along the way. All the work for this party and all the strife with Helen meant I hadn’t drained my balls in weeks outside of a few weak wanks. And now, most unexpectedly, I had this hot, young art-hoe wandering alone into my bedroom, serving herself to me on a silver platter. It was an all-too-potent mixture of intoxicants that turned me into the most selfish and arrogant version of myself, and suddenly my whole being existed in the service of getting my dick in this woman as fast as possible.

She told me she just wanted to make sure she congratulated me before she departed for the night, as we didn’t get a chance to properly talk during the party. She talked at length about how much fun she had and how impressed she was with the caliber of music I had booked, all the while playing with her ponytail. Being the gracious recipient of accolades that I was, I thanked her profusely for her contributions to the evening, and indulged her in some behind-the-scenes gossip. She was giggling at whatever random crap was spewing out my mouth. What got the biggest giggle from her was, in response to her asking if I needed help with anything else, spreading my legs and asking her to come over to me.

“Didn’t I see you with your girlfriend earlier?” she asked teasingly. I looked her in the eyes and told her the truth.

“All I can think about right now is your mouth on my cock.”

She bit her lip as she got on her knees and between my legs. With her forearms resting on my thighs, she undid my pants and fished out my thick member. She took a moment to admire its size against her dainty hand, then wasted no more time getting it between her juicy lips.

At this point the reality of the situation caught up to me. I was cheating on my girlfriend, there’s more cash in my bedroom than I have in my checking account, and anyone could just wander in at any moment. I was in an absolutely crazy situation. I know I’m small potatoes in the grand scheme of things, but I felt like a sleazy Hollywood exec exploiting some impressionable starlet. It was repulsive in a way that made me want to crawl out of my skin.

Looking down at the hipster hottie giving me the best head of my life, I was able to forgive myself. Molly was a passionate performer, and she was running through all her greatest hits. She wasn’t afraid to slobber, sacrificing her makeup in her desire to give me pleasure. The chorus of giggles, hums and moans she vibrated around my cock were so cutely feminine and high-pitched that they made me start dueting with some low moans of my own. She knew the value of playing with my balls, lightly tickling them with her long, red nails, sending shivers down my spine. Instinctively, I put my hand on her beret, not quite guiding her pace, but letting her know that I planned to take charge soon.

She popped my cock out of her mouth to stroke it, and looked up at me with a dopey, stoned grin.

“Is this helping?” she cooed breathily, punctuating the sentence with a gentle kiss of my tip.

I grunted in affirmation as I pushed her face back down onto me. She moaned at my forcefulness and reached under her skirt to touch herself. Her moans got louder, and it seemed like an orgasm was imminent, but she quickly stopped and let it subside. She began a cycle of building up and denying herself the climax for a while, focusing on her pussy’s needs, relinquishing to me the pace of her facefucking. I think she was waiting for signs that I was about to come, but was ignorant to the fact that I never had from a blowjob. I’ve always needed pussy to have my nut, and hers was soon to be ripe for the taking.

She was cresting for the fourth time when I reached down into her shirt and gave her left nipple a sharp pinch with one hand while I pushed her head deep into my lap with the other, her nose brushing my pubes. It was a risky move, but one that paid off. The shock of everything brought her over the edge, and she moaned, shuddered and gagged deep down my shaft as her long-steeped orgasm wracked her body.

I released her head, and she released my cock. A wet mix of saliva and precum tethered us. She looked up at me in a daze, breathing heavily, not saying a word. Before me was a woman who’d been brought to completion, and was primed to take more still. In this primal moment the last rational neuron in my brain took over the megaphone.

“I don’t have a condom,” it said through my voice. I assume it was trying to explain to Molly why I wasn’t going to be able to fuck her tonight.

“I mean….I’m on birth control.”

That was good enough for the neuron. I picked Molly up from the floor, spun her around, and bent her over the money desk, adding her to the grand total of the night's earnings. She arched her back, fully playing the bitch in heat. I pulled down her disheveled panties and got my first feel for the sopping mess that I’d made of her cunt. Her moans picked right back up. She turned her head to look back at me, begging wordlessly with her doe eyes for me to fuck her.

Quickly I realized our height difference wasn’t going to work standing up like this, so I picked her up from the desk with ease and tossed her onto the bed, eliciting a little shriek from her. She got back on all fours, hitched up her plaid skirt, and started wiggling her ass at me. Her swaying pussy, framed between the hem of her skirt and the tops of her thigh-high socks, had me mesmerized. I got behind her, grabbed her by her tiny waist, and gave my cock what it’s been asking for since Molly entered my room.

She was the kind of tight that makes you see stars. Even with how wet she was, it took some time to fit every raw inch of me in her. Once I bottomed out, I grabbed a handful of her black ponytail and pulled, forcing her to stare up at the dim overhead light as I took full control of her body. I knew I wasn’t going to last long riding her bareback, so I took it slow and deliberate to start.

Without my cock in her mouth to muffle her, Molly turned out to be quite the screamer. This made me nervous, because I had no clue if or when my roommates would be coming home from the bar. Needing to silence her, I opted to switch from pulling her hair to pushing her face into the pillow. This was met with another squeal; maybe not muted enough to avoid getting caught, but it assuaged my guilt enough for me to get lost in the moment. I picked up my pace, feeling my own orgasm building up. I yanked her back up again by the ponytail, and whatever she was babbling into the pillow transformed into a string of loud, profane encouragement.

With one last squeeze from her pussy, I thrusted my full length as deep as I could into her and shot a biblical flood of cum inside her. The tension of our encounter, of the whole day, even the months leading up to that orgasm was a buildup of electricity that needed to be released that night, and she was my lucky little lightning rod. For those fleeting delusional seconds, balls emptied into someone I would never see again, I was on top of the world.

I let go of her hair and pulled out of her leaking cunt. I must have been the only one of us supporting her, as she immediately collapsed into a sweaty, well-fucked heap. I looked down at my bed. It was smeared in lipstick and mascara. Sense came rushing right back in to fill the vacuum. I never imagined myself capable of any of this, but was now on the other side of my actions, their consequences looming over my immediate future.

She got up and examined herself in my mirror. Her makeup was smudged all over her face, her lipstick smeared from her nose to her chin. Her ponytail was loose, strands of hair tangled up outside the scrunchie. Cum was still actively leaking down her thighs. She dabbed some away with tissues from her purse, but more trickled down to replace it.

The energy in the room got much colder, not just from me but from Molly. It only occurred to me then that I might not be the only cheater in the room. I gained nothing from inquiring further, so I kept my mouth shut.

She asked me if I could walk her to her car. I certainly wasn’t interested in putting my infidelity on full display by trotting this freshly-fucked slut around the block. It wasn’t my problem that people would know just from looking at her that someone else got lucky, as long as they didn’t find out who.

I grabbed a wad of cash from my desk without counting, and stuck it in the waistband of her skirt, suggesting she call an Uber. We both knew it was way more than an Uber cost, and what I was trying to tell her by giving it to her. She stared at the money for a long moment, contemplating how willing she was to be made a whore before giving me a disgusted look and depositing it in her purse. She pulled her phone out and within seconds had a car on its way to pick her up.

As I walked her to the front door, I thanked her again for all the help and slapped her ass farewell. The last sound I heard from her was a pitiful yelp before she gave me one last blushing look, and walked to the black SUV idling at the curb.

This was several years back. That Saturday was one of those relax and reset kind of days. I went and grabbed a coffee, walked around the neighborhood a bit, enjoying the first crisp air of fall.

On the walk back to my building I stopped in the neighborhood wine store and chose a couple bottles of to enjoy alone at home for the weekend, my favorite Morgon and something new. Work had been a lot, so a couple nights of nothing but a movie on the couch sounded better than a night out.

I timed walking in to the lobby perfectly as the elevator was at the ground floor but the doors started to slowly close as I approached. I grabbed for the door hoping that I wouldn’t have to wait for the next one. The doors began to open at my touch, only for them to reveal my cute long-haired brunette neighbor standing inside holding grocery bags. In a very sheer white top. With nothing under it. Black yoga pants hugged her hour glass hips, her toes painted black poking out of a pair of sandals. She looked shocked to see another person and immediately turned red. I had always found her attractive, we had playful banter plenty of times before and my eyes had wandered her body more than a few times. She had a nice round ass, large boobs that were always boosted with a bra that pushed them up on display. I appreciated and respected her confidence in her figure. She gave the impression she knew she had “it” but never gave the impression she was full of herself. But today. I was completely taken off guard, her 5’2” or so curvy frame standing in front of me, with what I had always guessed to be D cup tits, staring right back at me. Her pink areolas were a little smaller than the opening of a coffee mug, which had always been my preferred size, and her nipples were poking at the fabric from the cool air coming through the lobby doors.

“Uhhh umm” she said, and then let out a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry, I had groceries delivered and ran down quickly. I thought I was in the clear when no one was in the lobby…” she had no way to cross her arms without putting her bags down. “Well, I guess I’ll consider myself lucky today,” I said with a laugh. I offered to take her bags to give her the chance to cover herself, but was surprised to hear “well, there’s no sense in covering up when you’ve already seen them.” Fair enough.

I asked what she was up to today as the reflection of her pink nipples looked back at me in the elevator door. I had to stop looking, be a gentleman. I couldn’t. They were better than I could have imagined, round, perky. The smell of woody, floral perfume filled my nose, she smelled amazing too.

“I’m taking a night in. I gave myself a pedicure and was planning to cook and watch a movie.” She replied. “I was doing the same actually” I replied. The elevator slowed and the doors opened to our floor. “Well, I’ve got groceries, you have wine, do you want to make it at movie night together?” She asked with a smirk. I may have answered too quickly, but that was an easy yes. “Give me 30 minutes and I’ll come over?” I offered. “Just knock!” She said.

I caught myself looking at her ass entering her condo across the hall as I fumbled with my keys. Well. That’s not how I expected today to go. I set the wine on the counter and turned on the shower, not assuming this night was going anywhere other than a movie, but wanting to impress by smelling clean after walking around this afternoon.

My mind couldn’t help but think of her tits, her painted toes, those yoga pants. Washing my body I had to clear my imagination as I started to grow thick. Intrusive thoughts started to creep in as I decided to shave it and clean up. Just in case. I’ve always preferred to be clean shaven down there, it’s not everyone’s thing.

I got out of the shower, pulled on some black jeans and a black T-shirt, one spray of Tom Ford and I walked across the hall, wine bottles in tow. I knocked. “Come in” her delicate voice called out. I opened the door to a sense of relief. “I didn’t even think about the fact that anyone else could have been knocking” she said. “I guess today was both of our lucky days then” I joked. She hadn’t changed. Still in her very see through white v-neck t shirt and yoga pants, this time barefoot. I’m a feet guy, so I was very happy to see not only the pretty toes from the elevator, but high arches, size 6 I guessed in my mind. Very sexy bare feet.

“I brought both bottles, I don’t know what you drink, but you are welcome to either or both.” I explained. We talked about wine while she cooked a pan chicken, roasted potatoes and some green beans. I hadn’t even thought about food, but this girl could cook. The meal was fantastic. We polished the first bottle over dinner and decided to opened the second as she turned on a movie. I handed her a glass, but as she went to take a sip, the glass bumped something and spilled a small amount on her shirt. “Oh no!” I said as I handed her a towel “do you need to change?” I asked. “Well, we’ve already covered that you’ve seen them, so I guess I don’t really need this anymore” she said playfully as she peeled her shirt over her head. This time there was no fabric blocking my view. And they were even better in full HD. I felt a surge inside my chest, blood rushed around my body. There was a look in her eye that told me to take a chance.

I wrapped my arms around her and planted my lips on hers, only to feel her soft tongue searching for mind. Our tongues touched and my hands immediately were drawn to her ass, cupping a cheek in each hand, she moaned a soft hum in to my mouth. Her hands pulling at my shirt until it was over my head and on the floor. I gave her tits a soft feel, pinching her nipples between my fingers. She responded with unbuttoning my pants and reaching in. “Mmmm” she hummed again. “I love that you shave it, that’s rare.” I guess those intrusive thoughts paid off.

Her body following my pants to the ground and faster than I could have imagined her mouth was around me. Warm, wet, taking me in slowly as she closed her hand around my balls. Fuck. She knows what she’s doing. She bobbed her head up and down my length a few times and grabbed it, her hand following her mouth from tip to bottom. It has been a while since I had been with anyone, but this felt like someone who had studied the art of blowjobs.

I pulled her up and spun us around, lifted her and placed her ass on the kitchen island counter. Our tongues found each other again, I could taste my pre-cum in her mouth. Kissing down her neck to her immaculate nipples, I sucked one in, then found the other, my hands pulling at the waist of her yoga pants. She lifted her hips and I slid them off of her round ass, down her legs, and off of her feet. Her feet. Fuck. I didn’t know what she was into, but I took a chance and kissed the top of her foot, down to her toes, slowly licking my tongue down her toes. She let out an excited gasp of pleasure. Ok, we are in sync. I sucked on each toe individually as I looked down to find she was not wearing panties. Her shaved pussy was small, very pretty like the rest of her. Begging to be eaten.

I pulled her hips to the edge of the counter, sat down naked in her bar stool and licked a painfully slow, broad tongue lick up one lip, then the other. Pulling each one slowly in to my mouth, sucking on it while rolling my tongue over it. Her breathing got sharp. I pulled her legs apart, opening her lips to a picture perfect clit. I started my tongue at her entrance and again, painfully slowly, gave her a board tongue lick. I eat for my pleasure, and hers, so this was great for both of us. I took my time, continuing at this slow pace, her breath drawing in and exhaling with a sexy whimper. My finger found her hole as I continued licking, but sat just a half inch in her entrance. She pulled my hair and lifted my head. Come on. She lead me over to the couch and pushed me down. I can’t think of the last time I was this hard.

She turned and sat down on my face moving her mouth down on to my dick, 69 has always been massive turn on for me. Our mouths explored each other for a while, my hands kneading her ass cheeks, until I realized I’d had my eyes closed the whole time. Opening my eyes her little pink asshole was staring me in the face. I decided to test the waters further and gave it a little test lick, hoping she’d be in to it. “OHHH” she cried out with my cock still in her mouth. Fuck yes. I gave it a few more licks, swirling my tongue around her tight little hole. I gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them apart further, lifted my head and plunged my tongue inside of her ass. She let out an animalistic “Mmmuuhhhhh” she likes it. She’s freaky like me. I could have cum right then. But contained myself. I worked my way back down to her clit, my nose rubbing in her pussy hole. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum” she cried as her legs tensed and gripped around my face. She shuddered, moaning.

She couldn’t take it anymore, she stood up, her round ass bouncing “I need it, now” she said with a feral look in her eyes. She laid down on her back and demanded “fucking take me.” I crawled over to her, hooked her leg with my arm and plunged myself inside of her. “FUCK. YES. OH. FUCK.” She screamed as I entered. I tried to take it slow, but she wasn’t having it, again demanding “Give it to me.” So I plunged in her, out of her, and back in her hard. My torso slamming in to her clit. “FUCK. FUCK. FUCK ME BABY” her legs tensed around my hips again, telling me she was cumming again. This time I fucked her through it, not letting up. “I’m about to cum” I told her. “Cum in me, fuck, CUM IN ME” she screamed. I buried myself in her one more time and came harder than I had in years. This may have been the best sex of my life. Risky, not knowing the birth control situation, but worth the risk.

“Holy fucking shit” she cried out in my ear. “That was so fucking hot!” “I know, what the fuck was that?!” I asked as we both laughed. I pulled my body up on my knees, still inside of her, thrusting softly a few more times before I pulled out. My cum started to slowly cascade out of her down to her asshole. I stood up to get her a towel. “What are you doing? Clean me up” she asked and ordered at the same time. “I am, I’m going to find you a towel, where do you keep them” I responded. “With your tongue, not a towel” she barked in a domineering voice. I looked at her in shock, not that she wanted me to do this, but because I had no premonition that she was a freaky girl. I got down on my knees, starting from her asshole, licking all the way back up to her clit. My cum filled my mouth. I pulled her pussy lips apart and spit it back in to her hole. Licking her again from her ass to her clit, making her squirm and shake from the sensitivity of it.

“You’re not done yet.” I demanded as I pinned her hips down and licked her clit again and again until her legs vice gripped around my head again, this time she was even more vocal than the other two orgasms. “You’re either a fucking saint or a devil, I haven’t figure it out yet, but we are doing this again.” she said as she came down from her high. I think I’m in love, I muttered in my own thoughts.

I waited down by the pool for my wife to finish her "date" with the guy who caught her attention.

I text her to let me know when he gets there, but message glitching on the ship meant he was there before my wife got the text.

About an hour later...she said to meet at 2:00, he was there at 2:01. She was wearing a light blue tube-style dress that was basically supposed to be a swimsuit cover up and a lacy purple thong from Thistle and Spire. He knocks, she opens the door, and in almost record time they started devouring her.

She asked if he had condoms, he replied that he was there on a vacation with family and didn't expect any chance of any action. He was impressed we came prepared.

She told him he was wearing too many clothes, he said she was as well...they started making out hard and ripping off clothing, stumbling backwards into the cabin and falling on the bed

Still getting details. She apologizes for not getting any pictures this time...just too frantic. He hasn't had sex with anyone since his breakup last July....so months of pent up frustration got released.

First, she got on her hands and knees on the bed and he took her from behind. His cock is a really good size for her, just a bit thicker and longer than mine so she loved feeling different areas get hit. When she takes a large cock, her pussy responds by getting swollen and feeling even tighter and more slick...win win win for all three of us.

She tried to ride him, but the angle wasn't super comfortable, so he got on top to finish...he placed his hand on her neck and forced her to keep eye contact while he pounded her relentlessly, calling her a good girl for taking his cock.

I'll update more, she and I have had two rounds of reclamation and she wants a third.

Every Thursday through Sunday, 11pm to 7am. That was our schedule and I swear we fucked through at least 80% of it.

Third shift at this little gas station off the highway, the kind that gets maybe four customers between midnight and 5am. We figured that out real quick. And we figured out what to do with all that empty time even quicker lol

Here’s how it worked... we’d start fucking in the back room and when a customer came in he’d pull his pants up and go ring them up while I stayed back there playing with myself the whole time lmaoo. Full on two fingers deep just waiting for him to come back. Sometimes there’d be two or three people browsing and it’d take a minute and by the time he walked back to me I’d already made a mess all over that chair. Pussy swollen and wet and my thighs slick and he’d just stand there in the doorway looking at me like yeah. I could tell he loved finding me like that.

I came minimum five times every shift. MINIMUM. And my body still wanted more every single time, I could not turn it off around this man

One night I wore these light grey leggings to work and I was already so wet before he even touched me that you could see it through the fabric. Like VISIBLY soaked, dark patch spreading between my legs. I had to stay behind the counter or in the back the entire shift because there was zero chance of hiding it. At one point he pulled them to the side and just started rubbing slow circles on my clit while I leaned against the register and I soaked clean through them within like ten minutes, I could feel it running down my inner thighs and dripping onto the tile floor and he had this stupid grin like he was so fucking proud of himself

Another shift I showed up with one of those little app controlled vibrators already inside me (the egg shaped kind you control from your phone??) and I just handed him my phone the second I clocked in and said do whatever you want with it. He kept cranking it up every time a customer walked in lmaoo I was white knuckling the counter trying to look normal while some guy asked where the red bulls were and I was cumming so hard my legs were shaking behind the register. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood and he just kept scrolling through the intensity settings like he was picking a song

But the shift that lives in my head rent free... I stripped everything off from the waist down, sat in that folding chair in the back room, and propped my legs up on the metal storage shelf so my pussy was just completely spread open and easy for him. He didn’t even take all his clothes off, just his pants down enough, and he slid into me and I was so wet it barely took any effort. He fucked me like that for hours. Slow sometimes, hard sometimes. He’d cum inside me and pull out and we’d take a break and drink our gas station coffee and then he’d walk back over and push into me again and I could feel how full I was, his cum leaking out around his cock every time he thrust in, the sounds were so fucking wet and sloppy and obscene and it just made me clench harder. We lost count somewhere around six or seven but by the end my pussy was absolutely overflowing and I could feel it pooling warm underneath me on the plastic seat and dripping off the edge

That job paid like $11 an hour but I would’ve worked there for free lol. My manager once asked us why we always picked up overnight shifts and he just looked at me with a straight face and said “we’re night people” and I almost choked on my drink right there at the morning handoff

The house was bigger than I expected. Three stories, ocean-facing windows, a wide wrap-around deck. I drew the longest straw and ended up with the master bedroom for the weekend. King bed, private bathroom, sliding door straight to the balcony. I carried my bag upstairs without arguing and a grin on my face.

We got in late. Everyone was wiped from the drive and hauling coolers across the sand. First night was quiet. People mostly crashed wherever they landed, except for me.

Next morning, one of the girls, Jenna, woke up with a stiff neck and asked me when nobody else was around if she could share the master. That the couch was killing her back. I hesitated, then shrugged. Big bed. We could keep it simple.

That evening the house smelled like sunscreen and grilled burgers. Cheap beer and salt air had everyone loose. Around midnight the group started drifting off. I stayed up, rinsed off in the big tiled shower. Steam filled the room fast.

When I came out with a towel around my waist, Jenna was already inside the bedroom, kneeling by her open suitcase. Her thin cover-up had ridden up, showing the lower curve of her ass and the edge of her simple black bikini bottom. She looked over her shoulder, caught me staring, and gave a small, knowing smile.

I felt the beer in my system and the heat still on my skin. I didn’t overthink it. She knew what she was doing when she asked me this morning.

I let the towel drop.

My cock hung heavy and thick between my legs, already half-hard from the warmth and the sight of her. Jenna’s eyes flicked down, then back up. She didn’t look away.

“I was going to sleep on the ground…” she said quietly, “but this looks more comfortable.”

She stood, peeled the cover-up over her head, then pushed her bottoms down to her ankles. The wet fabric clung for a second to her thighs before falling. The light caught the faint sheen between her legs. She stepped closer, and I met her halfway.

We kissed slowly at first, testing each other. My hands found her waist, then slid lower to feel her ass. She pressed against me, and I could feel how warm she was. I walked her backward to the bed, easing her down. I kissed along her stomach, then lower, parting her with my tongue. Jenna’s breath caught. Her thighs trembled as I licked slow circles around her clit, then flattened my tongue and dragged upward. She tasted clean and faintly salty from the day. I kept the pace steady, listening to the small sounds she made, adjusting when her hips lifted.

Her hand found my hair as her breath grew shorter. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them gently while my mouth stayed focused. Jenna came with a soft, surprised cry, her thighs tightening around my head. I didn’t stop until the tremors eased.

She pulled me up, rolling onto her stomach without being asked. I knelt behind her, ran my nails over her ass, then gave one cheek a light slap that made her exhale. My cock was fully hard now, thick and throbbing. I lined up and pushed in slowly, giving her a second to adjust. She was tight, and the angle made every inch feel deeper as I sank into her inch by inch.

She moaned into the pillow, pushing back to meet me. I felt her clench around me when I angled slightly differently, and I stayed there, hitting that spot again and again until her second orgasm rolled through her in long, rolling waves.

I eased out, turned her onto her back, and straddled her chest. My cock rested between her breasts, my length stretching to her chin. She understood without words, pressing them together while I rocked forward. Her nipples were hard, she pinched them lightly as I moved. The sight pushed me over quickly. I let her know I was close, and she nodded eagerly.

I came in thick pulses across her face, her tits, her stomach. Jenna licked a drop from her lip and smiled, lazy and satisfied.

We lay side by side afterward, catching our breath. The room smelled like sex and ocean air. Jenna traced a finger through the mess on her skin and we smiled together.

Over the next few days the house settled into an easy rhythm. Mornings on the beach, afternoons napping or reading, evenings cooking together. The tension from that first night lingered but we didn’t rush anything. Small touches happened. Her hand on my arm, a shared look across the table. No one pushed.

Midweek, Rachel asked me with a wry smile if she could crash in the master too as her roommates were snoring but I suspected that she had gotten her true source from Jenna…

David knocked once, steady and sure. Emily opened the door before I could rise from the couch. She didn’t greet David warmly; she simply stepped aside, letting him enter like the house belonged to him as much as us.

It had been a week since the night Emily ordered David to have anal sex with me.

I'd told Emily my fantasy of watching lose her anal virginity to another man. She has always been reluctant to do anything anal. But she'd agreed on the condition she chooses the man. And that I had to approach him. She'd named Tom Halloway.

Her boss.

He was more than twice our age. Stern and powerful. She'd chosen him knowing that I'd never be able to approach him. And she'd been right. The fantasy was at an end.

Until David offered to ask him. Emily had again agreed but with two new conditions. David would have anal sex with me, so I understood what I was asking, and she would fulfill one of David's fantasies, no questions asked, without me present. Again, she thought I'd give it up.

She'd underestimated the depth of my fantasy.

David stepped into the living room with the absolute confidence that I'd always envied.

“I talked to Mr. Halloway,” he said. “It’s happening this Saturday.”

Emily froze. I inhaled sharply. 

Emily closed the door and faced him. “You’re here to tell me your fantasy,” she said.

David nodded. “I am.”

She gestured for him to sit. She sat across from him. She looked calm but i could see the tension beneath the surface. “Tell me.”

David didn’t hesitate. “I want to watch you fuck a woman.”

My breath caught. Emily didn’t blink.

“All right,” she said. “You’ll have it. I'll fuck a woman while you watch. While Scott stays at home and fantasizes about what he is missing."

Her words were devastating. Every man's fantasy. But not for me. Emily smiled at me. Offered me a crumb. 

“David, you can take pictures. And videos. You can show them to Scott afterwards if you want."

David nodded once, satisfied.

Emily studied him. “Who is the woman?”

“Claire,” he said immediately.

Emily didn’t react outwardly, but something sharpened behind her eyes. Claire, the quiet blonde from their work.

We had gone on a double date with David and Claire once. Claire had spent most of the evening watching Emily instead. Emily had made fun of David for it afterwards.

“Why her?” Emily asked.

David’s voice was steady. “Because she’s already interested in you. Because she’d say yes.”

Emily considered it. Claire. It made sense. 

“And you want me to approach her,” Emily said.

David nodded. “Yes. That’s part of it.”

Emily inhaled slowly. Approaching someone, initiating something, was a different kind of vulnerability. A different kind of exposure.

But she had made a promise.

“All right,” she said quietly. “I’ll do it.”

David smiled smugly. He was obviously expecting more. He'd been fucking Emily for months now while I watched. He obviously expected more of the same tonight. Instead, Emily stared silently at the door. He took the hint. He stood and Emily walked him over. The door clicked shut behind him when he left. His smug smile never wavered.

The house fell silent behind him. Emily stayed there for a moment, hand still on the doorknob, as if letting go of it would make everything she’d agreed to suddenly become real. When she finally turned, her legs were unsteady. She slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, knees pulled close. I watched her from the couch.

“Emily?” 

She took a shaky breath. “There’s something I couldn’t say. About why I said you couldn’t be there when I’m with her.”

I moved closer, careful and gentle. “I’m listening.”

Emily stared at her hands. “I knew what he would asked. Men are easy to read. But I’m scared,” she whispered. “Not of the situation. Not of Claire. I’m scared of what it means if I enjoy being with a woman. I don’t know what that would do to me. Or to us.”

She moved over to me on her knees. She grasped my crotch, a little roughly. My cock was hard. It had been since David made his announcement. She looked up at me with a smile. 

She undid my pants. Pulled out my cock. I was already slick with precum. All the images of the day awhirl in my head. She licked my head, almost mischievously. She looked up me with again with a grin. But I could see genuine nervousness, even fear behind her eyes.

“I've thought about before. A lot. There’s something I want to try. Just with you. Just privately. I want to explore what this might mean before I step into it for real.”

She pushed me back into 

"Tell me what you need.”

She swallowed. “I want to try on the identity. I want to hear it from someone I trust. Not as an insult. Not as a joke. Just… as a way to see how it feels. To see if it fits.”

She undid her own pants. Pushed her hand inside. She gasped as she touched herself. She started grinding against her fingers.

Emily’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I want you to call me a Dyke. Only here. Only with you.”

I gasped. In my circles, in the conservative world we inhabited, Dyke was not a pretty word.

Emily knew the cause of my reaction. She lowered her mouth on my cock. Taking me between her wet lips. Pushing thoughts out of my brain.

"I know Scott." She said when she came up for air. "But in the same way I call you My Cuckold. With the love that only we share. Please. Call me a Dyke." I could see that her fingers were busy between her legs. Her breath was short and her eyes were half closed. She bent forward. Took me in her mouth again.

I touched her cheek, feeling her motion. “If it helps you understand yourself,” I said quietly, “I’ll say it. My Dyke”

Relief softened her shoulders. She leaned into me, trembling but steadier. Her mouth was restless and hot.

“Dyke.” I whispered again. She shuddered against her fingers as the word shook her. My cock fell from her mouth as she concentrated on her own own pleasure. I grasped myself.

"Dyke."

She came on her fingers. It was beautiful. Watching her body writhe on her own hand. Too beautiful. I erupted. I came across her face.

She look up at me, my cum on her cheek and across the bridge of her nose.

"I love you, My Cuckold."

Most of my friends are guys. That's just how it worked out, I'm in engineering so every study group every lab every late night in the computer lab it's like 90% dudes and the girls I do know are more like acquaintances than actual close friends. My inner circle is like five guys who'd drop everything if I called and I love them for it and I show my appreciation in a very specific way lol

I suck them off.

Not like... all the time, not casually, not as a greeting or whatever (hi how are you here's a blowjob). But when one of them really comes through for me, like REALLY goes out of his way, I don't think a text that says "thanks so much!!" cuts it. That feels cheap. These guys spend hours helping me, driving me places, fixing my laptop at 2am, staying up explaining shit I should already know. A thank you card feels insulting at that point. So I get on my knees and I make them cum and we move on and nobody makes it weird.

The first time it happened was with Naveen. He's in my program and he's one of those guys who just GETS organic chemistry the way normal people get breathing. I was failing. Not like "oh I got a B minus" failing, like actually going to lose my scholarship failing. He offered to tutor me after class three times a week, no charge, just because we're friends and he could see I was drowning.

He'd come to my apartment and sit at my kitchen table for two hours going through reaction mechanisms and functional groups and all this shit that made me want to cry and he was so patient about it. Never made me feel stupid. Never sighed when I asked the same question for the third time. Just kept explaining.

After the third session I was walking him to the door and I just... dropped. Got on my knees right there in my hallway and pulled his shorts down and wrapped my fingers around his cock and he was already half hard before I even put my mouth on him (so he'd been thinking about it lol). I licked up the underside of his shaft slow, tasting skin and sweat and soap, and then took him into my mouth and sucked him wet and deep until his hand found the back of my head and his breathing got shaky and short. Took maybe four minutes because the surprise factor destroyed him. His thighs locked up and he did this low grunt and came thick on my tongue and I swallowed all of it and wiped my chin and said "thank you for helping me study" and his face was PRICELESS. Just standing there against my front door looking like his brain was loading.

It became our routine after that. Textbook closes, I slide off my chair and get between his legs at the kitchen table. I figured out what made him lose it fastest... slow licks from his balls all the way up the shaft, then taking him deep enough that my nose touches his stomach, holding there until my eyes water, then pulling back with a lot of spit and stroking him while I suck just the head. He'd last anywhere from five minutes to fifteen depending on how stressed he was (stressed days he came fast and I kinda liked that, feeling his whole body unclench because of my mouth).

I got an A on my midterm. A real A, not curved, not rounded up. I called him that night and told him I wanted to do more than suck him off this time. He showed up in twenty minutes lol. I pulled him into my bedroom and we were pulling each other's clothes off before the door even closed and I pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top and sank down on his cock and rode him until we were both sweating and he was so deep I could feel it in my stomach and I came grinding on him with his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks and when he came inside me his whole body arched off the mattress and he made a sound I'd never heard from him before and I clenched around him until he was completely empty and we laid there breathing and he said "so what do I get if you pass the final" and I said "whatever you want" and meant it :)

I passed the final. He collected lol.

It's not just him though. My friend Declan drove four hours round trip to get me when my car died on the highway at midnight and I sucked his cock in the passenger seat after, slow and grateful with his cum warm on my tongue while the parking lot was dead quiet around us. My friend Ravi helped me move apartments in August in 95 degree heat and I blew him in my new shower after, both of us gross and sweaty and his cock tasted like salt and I didn't care at all, just kept sucking until he came down the drain and leaned against the tile looking like he'd seen god.

I know people would probably call me crazy or whatever and maybe they're right but I literally don't care lol. These are my closest friends. They help me without asking for anything and I WANT to do it. Nobody's ever made it weird. Nobody's caught feelings. We just... exist like this and it works and my knees are a little sore sometimes and I keep mints in my purse for after and life goes on :)

I lay beside Emily in the dim quiet of our bedroom, trying to steady myself. Even after everything we had explored together, all the strange, secret corners of our marriage that no one else knew about, this felt different.

Most people saw Emily as a gentle, devout Catholic woman. Dutiful. Soft‑spoken. They had no idea about the private world she and I had built together. The world where she had agreed to fulfil my darkest fantasies. The world where my timid wife was routinely letting my best friend, David, fuck her while I watched. 

Tonight, I was the one who felt timid.

“You’re restless,” she murmured beside me.

Her voice made my chest tighten. “Yeah… I’ve been thinking about something.” Even saying that much made my throat close. I tried again. “It’s something I want. Something I want to see.”

She turned toward me, hazel eyes soft but alert. “Okay. Tell me.”

I hesitated, then forced myself to say it plainly.

“I want to watch you give your anal virginity to another man.”

Her reaction was immediate, shock, confusion, something like disbelief. And I felt the weight of it hit me all at once.

“Scott… I don’t know.” She shifted under the blankets, her breathing uneven. “I’ve never even thought about that. I’ve never done anything like that.”

She was right. Neither of us had ever had anal sex at all. It was a boundary we had simply never crossed.

“It sounds uncomfortable,” she whispered. “And honestly… it scares me.”

I nodded quickly, trying to show her I understood. “I get that. I really do.”

She kept speaking softly, almost like she was afraid of disappointing me. “It just feels… intense. And maybe painful. And I don’t know if it’s something I want.”

I waited, quiet, hopeful, trying not to push.

She turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “I need time,” she whispered. “Just to think.”

I nodded, lying beside her in the dim room, feeling the weight of hope and uncertainty settle over both of us.

 ...

The next afternoon, I found myself in the kitchen with David. He was leaning against the counter, eating an apple like he lived here, like he belonged in every room of my life now. I was still replaying last night in my head, still unsure what Emily would decide. When she walked in, the air changed. David noticed it instantly. I felt it in my chest.

“I’ve thought about what you asked,” she said. I straightened without meaning to. David raised an eyebrow, amused, waiting for the show. Emily’s voice was calm, but there was something underneath it, something sharp, something I couldn’t quite read.

“I’ll do it. I let’s you watch another man fuck my ass, take that virginity from me. But only under my conditions.” David’s eyebrows shot up at this conversation. He hadn’t been expecting this at all.

I nodded quickly. “Anything you want.”

Her tone tightened, just slightly.

“First: I choose the man.”

I hesitated, then nodded.

“Second: you have to be the one to approach him. You have to ask.”

My stomach dropped. I felt the blood drain from my face. David let out a low laugh, delighted.

“Oh, this is going to be good,” he muttered.

 Emily didn’t look at him. She looked only at me.

“Do you agree?”

I swallowed. “Yes. I agree.”

She nodded once, then said the name.

“Mr. Halloway.”

My eyes widened. David stopped chewing.

“Your boss?” I whispered. Not just her boss, David’s as well. The room tilted. My breath caught. She watched me carefully, and I saw something flicker in her expression, a quiet satisfaction, a shadow of last night’s hurt, a reminder that she was still deciding how she felt about all of this.

 “Yes.”

“I’ll… try,” I whispered. Halloway was larger than life. A stern man, hard and uncompromising. I’d only met him at office parties and even then, he’d felt unapproachable. It was obvious that Emily thought I would never actually approach him. She thought the matter was settled.

I paced the bedroom, pale and anxious, while Emily watched me from the bed with a calm that made everything worse. We’d made an arrangement for today. Emily had arranged for us to have coffee with her boss. I’d gathered my courage and then let the moment pass, my secret fantasy left unsaid.

 “You failed,” she said quietly. “You said you wanted this, but you couldn’t even ask my boss. You froze.” Her voice wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t sharp. It was steady, which somehow made it hit harder.

"I know. I'm sorry." I answered.

 “Is it still your fantasy?” She pressed.

“It is.” My voice barely a whisper.

“If you want that kind of vulnerability from me,” she continued, “you’re going to experience something just as vulnerable yourself. With David.”

 My breath caught. “I’m not…David?...I can’t do that.”

 “You don’t have to,” Emily said. “But if you don’t, then you’re not just asking me for something you want, you’re asking me for something you don’t even understand. You don’t have to do anything with David. But if you don’t, I won’t fulfil this fantasy.”

...

The garage felt different. Quiet, heavy and hot. The weathered mattress sat in its usual place, the one that had become part of our secret rituals. I approached it with trembling hands. The dim light made everything feel sharper, more real.

I took off my clothes. I knelt on the mattress in a pose I'd seen Emily take many times. 

 David stepped closer. His expression was hard to read. Nervous and amused. Emily watched without looking away. She wanted me to feel the weight of what I’d asked of her so many times, the surrender, the exposure.

David dropped his pants, his underwear. He moved behind me. I heard a lid pop open. Then cold liquid drizzled on to my ass. I gasped.

"Sorry, man." He smeared the lube into me, pushing inside me. I was acutely aware that this was the most intimately any man had ever touched me. The thought didn’t repel me. It just… landed. Heavy. Real.

"You don't have to do this." David told me. I looked over at Emily. Her expression neutral.

"Yes. I do." I answered back. "And maybe...maybe don't talk."

He gripped my hips and pulled me back towards him. I could feel the heat of his hard cock against my skin. He pushed forward. Pushed into me. I gasped, once, sharply, my hand gripping the mattress so hard my knuckles went white. Shock, fear, humiliation… and something else I didn’t expect surged through me.

I didn’t know what my body would do. I’d braced myself for pain, sharp, overwhelming pain. But the first thing I felt wasn’t pain. It was pressure. A slow, spreading pressure that made every muscle in my lower body tighten on instinct. It was strange, not familiar, not comfortable, but not the stabbing sensation I’d been afraid of. The pressure kept building. My stomach tightened. My heartbeat kicked up. There was a moment where everything felt too full, too stretched.

And through all of it, I was acutely aware of Emily watching me. That awareness made everything feel sharper the pressure, the tension, the vulnerability. My face felt hot. My chest felt tight. My whole body felt like it was under a spotlight.

And then something shifted.

A sharp, buzzing feeling under my skin. My muscles were tight, every part of me bracing, waiting, trying to prepare for something unfamiliar. That tension alone made my whole body feel hypersensitive, like every nerve was turned up too high.

Then arousal. Utterly unexpected. Completely beyond my control. My cock swelled as David pushed into me. I tried to pretend it wasn't happening. I swelled more and more. Until my arousal was so intense that it hurt. 

The mattress shifted beside me, even as David kept up a slow pumping rhytym behind me. Emily knelt beside me. She ran her hand through my hair, then her grip tightened and she pulled my head back. She reached under me and grasped my cock. She stroked me as David fucked me.  

My face felt hot. My chest felt tight. My breathing was uneven. 

I didn’t know my body could react like that. One moment I was bracing, tense, trying to manage the pressure and the unfamiliar intrusion. The feeling of Emily hands, gentle on my cock, hard as steel in my hair. The next, something deep inside me was triggered, a point I didn’t even know existed.

It felt like a sudden surge.

A sharp, involuntary contraction low in my abdomen, like my whole pelvis seized at once. My breath punched out of me in a startled gasp. My thighs tightened. My stomach clenched so hard it almost hurt. It wasn’t pleasure. It wasn’t pain. It was a reflex, a deep, internal reflex that took over before I could think. It felt like my body was trying to process too much sensation at once, like a circuit overloaded. My lower back tingled. My chest felt tight. My breath came fast and uneven, almost panicked.

I couldn’t control any of it.

It was overwhelming, not in a pleasurable way, not in a painful way, but in a total loss of control way. My body was doing something without my permission. I knew what was happening before I fully understood it. There was a moment, a shift, a tightening of David’s body behind me and suddenly I realized what it meant. The knowledge hit me harder than any physical sensation.

He’s finishing. Inside me.

It wasn’t the physical detail that overwhelmed me, it was the meaning. I felt claimed in a way I hadn’t prepared for.

I came, hard, into Emily's hand, exploding all over the filthy mattress. My whole body shivered uncontrollably. I lost awareness of everything except my orgasm. And Davids. He finished and let go of my hips. I fell forward on to the mattress, gasping. 

"Do you still want me to do this?" Emily whispered. Her breath in my ear made me shudder. 

"Yes." I could hardly force out the word. 

"The David will ask Mr. Halloway." David froze in the periphery of my vision.

"If he does," her voice took on a note of triumph, or command. Something hard and proud and vulnerable at the same time. "If David finds his balls and asks Mr. Halloway, I will fulfil his most hidden fantasy."

I gasped.

"And it will be for him alone."

 …

Later, I watched Emily in the shower. she let the hot water run over her shoulders. I could tell she was replaying everything, my submission, David’s power, the way the garage felt like something fundamental had shifted. I had crossed a line I never imagined crossing, because she told me to.

David had stepped into a steadier role than either of us expected. I could tell that she was thinking about what she had promised. That she worried about that David really would ask Mr Halloway. And worried about what he would demand of her. 

And, sore as I was, I was excited again.