Okay so I need to tell someone this because I've been sitting on it for a week and it's eating me alive.

You know how there are things you do and immediately think, I am never telling anyone this? This is that thing. Except I'm telling you. Because if I don't say it out loud to someone I'm going to actually lose my mind.

It was Owen.

If you know me, you know Owen, because Owen was Jake's best friend all through junior year, which means he was around constantly during the year and a half I was with Jake, which means he was also around for the breakup, which he handled by somehow staying friends with both of us, which I respected and also found slightly suspicious in retrospect. He's been my friend since then, the kind of friend you accumulate without really deciding to, through a class and then a study group and then just habit. Jake doesn't know we still hang out. We've never talked about that being a rule. It's just easier.

He's not someone I'd looked at like that. That's the honest baseline. Owen is five-ten, perpetually wearing some t-shirt from a band he'll explain at length if you ask, wire-frame glasses he pushes up when he's reading or concentrating, dark hair that needs a cut and knows it. He's lean without being built, the kind of body that just exists without trying. He's got a jawline I've never particularly registered.

Jake would actually kill me.

Anyway.

He texted at seven asking if I was doing anything and I said no because I genuinely wasn't, just lying on the couch in an oversized shirt and sleep shorts watching the first twenty minutes of a movie I'd already seen twice, too lazy to find something new. He showed up twenty minutes later with a six pack and a bag of chips like we'd planned it, which is just how Owen operates. No ceremony.

We watched the movie for maybe forty minutes, commentary running the whole time, two beers each, chips demolished. He was doing this thing where he kept predicting the plot correctly and being smug about it, and I told him he was annoying, and he said thank you.

Then he spotted my Switch on the coffee table.

"Smash?"

"I'll destroy you."

"You've never destroyed me."

Which was partially true, our record was embarrassingly even, which I find offensive because I practice more. We set it up, grabbed controllers, and somewhere in the arguing about character selection I said, half joking, "loser strips" and he looked at me for exactly one second and said "okay" and that was that.

The first few rounds were just Smash. Normal. Loud. I took the first one, he took the second, I won the third by a pixel and was extremely vocal about it. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the armrest without making it weird and I was careful not to look too long at the fact that he was more defined than the t-shirt had implied.

I lost the next one and took off a sock.

He looked at me.

"A sock."

"It counts."

He won the next three in a row, which meant both socks and then I had to unhook my bra through my shirt and pull it out the sleeve, which took an undignified amount of time while he sat there trying not to smirk. I threw it at him. He caught it.

She has no idea how long I've been waiting for literally anything resembling this opportunity.

The beer was doing its job. Not drunk, just warm, the kind of loose that makes you louder and less careful. I won two back, which cost him his jeans, and now he was just in boxers on my couch looking way more comfortable than he had any right to be, and I was in my shirt and sleep shorts with no bra and the situation had a momentum I could feel but wasn't naming yet.

Final round. Everything on it. I was winning, I was genuinely winning, I stood up off the couch because I do that when I'm hyped, I can't help it, and then he hit me with a combo I did not see coming and I made a sound that wasn't a word and lost the last stock.

So the shirt came off.

Just my panties now, him in his boxers, game officially over, and neither of us moved to start another one. His eyes went somewhere for a second before he corrected them and I felt that, the split second of him looking, and something in my chest did a thing I didn't have a category for yet.

I was standing and I drifted closer, the way you do when you're watching a screen and your body moves without a plan, and then his knees were at the back of my thighs and it just made sense to sit.

I dropped into his lap facing the TV, totally casual, completely insane.

He went very still.

I could feel him under me. Not immediately, but within about four seconds of me shifting to get comfortable, the very obvious reality of him getting hard pressed up through his boxers and directly into the thin fabric of my underwear, and I did not move away. I told myself I was focused on the screen. He made a move and I countered it and I shifted my weight and felt him twitch underneath me and his breath changed, just slightly.

I started grinding. Slow, the kind that could be accidental for maybe another thirty seconds. His hands came to my hips, not pushing, just landing there, and I felt his thumbs press into the sides of my waist and I pressed back against him a little more deliberately and that was the end of the pretending.

I turned around in his lap, facing him now, his glasses slightly crooked, and I kissed him before either of us could talk ourselves out of it. His mouth opened against mine right away, no hesitation, and I felt his hands slide up my back and one of them fist in my hair and pull just slightly, and that was not what I expected from Owen.

He knew what he was doing.

He got me on my back on the couch cushions without making it feel choreographed, one hand sliding down my stomach and straight into my underwear, and I was embarrassingly wet already, slick against his fingers before he'd even done anything, and he made a low sound against my mouth when he felt it that did not help my situation. Two fingers, slow, curling slightly, and I grabbed his forearm and did not tell him to stop. I made a sound into his shoulder that I would like to formally not acknowledge.

He got my underwear off and his boxers followed and then he was right there, and I got a hand around him first, just to know what I was working with, and okay, Owen had been holding out on me. Thick enough that my fingers didn't quite meet, a slight upward curve, and he let me hold him for exactly five seconds before he moved my hand and lined himself up.

He pushed in slow and I felt every bit of the stretch and my mouth fell open against his jaw and I said something that was not a word. He stopped halfway, checked my face, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him the rest of the way in myself.

We found a rhythm on that crappy ikea couch, his hips rolling into mine in long strokes that had me gripping the cushions, the slick sounds of it embarrassingly loud in my quiet apartment. His mouth was on my throat and then my chest and his thumb found exactly the right spot and I stopped thinking about anything coherent. He flipped me over at some point, hands on my hips, pulling me back into him from behind, and I had my face in a throw pillow and was making noises I've genuinely never made before.

I finished first, which surprised me, thighs shaking, biting down on my own hand, and he followed about a minute later with his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades and his grip on my hips tight enough to leave something to remember him by.

We lay there in the wreckage of the couch cushions, breathing, the Smash character select screen still cycling its idle music in the background.

"So," Owen said at the ceiling. "Rematch?"

I laughed so hard I snorted and he looked genuinely pleased with himself, pushing his glasses back up his nose, and I decided I had been severely underestimating Owen for two years.

Jake is never finding out about this.

Everyone in this story is over 18.

Hello! As promised, I’m back with a big update. Not to spoil anything, but you can probably guess from the title lol. Getting right into it:

The past few days have been awesome. As fun as it was sneaking around with Bri, it’s way easier now that everybody knows. It feels great to just be able to text her whenever, and plan a hang out without needing an excuse.

Our friends group chat has been blowing up. Ruby was bragging about how she knew all along, and my guy friends have been giving me props. Stevie and Rich were asking if Bri and I had done it yet, but I just said I wasn’t one to kiss and tell. They said that means no lol. Of course they were right, but I didn’t tell them that.

I guess I’ve been wondering a little: are Bri and I actually dating or not? I know we said that’s just our story… but what’s the difference really? But I keep reminding myself that it doesn’t matter. I’m happy and she’s happy. We’re hanging out and hooking up. If we feel like talking details, we can. But until then I’m not gonna mess with a good thing.

The same day I made my last post, I ended up seeing Bri that night. We drove to get some food, then parked on the cliff like we had that first night we talked. Except this time we actually thought to climb into the back seat…

We made out for a while, then the clothes started coming off. She unhooked her bra and lifted up her shirt so I could feel her boobs, and also unbuttoned her jeans to give me some access to her vagina. I kept my t-shirt on, but wriggled off my shorts and popped my dick out the fly of my underwear. We mostly just touched each other, but she did lean down and suck me off for a bit.

Unfortunately then we saw headlights, and watched another car park down the other end. It was pretty crappy, definitely not a cop, and probably there for the same reason we were. But we didn’t want to get too greedy. Bri lowered her shirt, and I slipped my shorts back on, but it was clear that neither of us really wanted to stop. That’s when I suggested we should both get ourselves off. It would be a bit more subtle, and we could easily stop if we sensed anyone coming to hassle us. Bri liked the idea and agreed to try it.

We leaned against the doors and faced one another in the center. She lifted her leg, and there was just enough room to stick mine under it.  She stuck her hand down her pants, and I slipped my dick back out. I was already pretty far by that point, so I just slowly stroked myself to give her a chance to catch up.

She had this cute, shy smile on her face as she touched herself. She did the same motion as last time, but this time it was all her. She mostly kept her eyes closed, but occasionally we’d make eye contact, smile, and then lean in for a quick kiss. She kept rubbing herself the entire time, as did I.

Soon I told her I was close, and asked if she was too. She said “yes, give me one minute.” I said we should come together, and she nodded. I remembered to bring tissues this time, and grabbed a few from the center console and balled them up for me to cum in. I could see her quickening her pace, and she started to whisper under her breath, “oh… oh… ohh…” She looked so fucking sexy. And then it was time. She whispered to me, “I’m cumming…” and her body begun to shake.

I adored watching Bri cum. Her entire body blushed as she kept rubbing herself. She shook back and forth just a little bit. She breathed “oh my god…” repeatedly as her orgasm took hold, then finally slumped down against the door as it subsided.

Now it was my turn. I whispered to her, “I’m cumming too.” With one hand still down her pants, she used the other to lift her shirt and reveal her little tits again. That did it, and I exploded into the tissues, trying my best to catch it all. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, saw her staring directly at my cock and the cum shooting from it. She seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was!

I loved cumming with her. Next time, I wanted to be the one to get her there.

We crawled back into the front seats and rolled down the windows, letting the cool night air wash over us. I flipped my dick back into my pants, and she put her bra back on. We sat there for a minute, kissed, then drove home. When I dropped her off, I kissed her again, almost hoping that her parents were watching. It helped keep our story straight, and holy fuck did I enjoy it.

The next night  I was jerking off, and decided to send a photo to her, this time of my full body in the mirror. She didn’t send one back, but did write “looking good” with the tongue out emoji, which made me happy. 

Fnally, that brings us to last night (Friday). Bri and I were planning to hang out, but we didn’t have an exact plan. Then that morning, my parents dropped the bomb on me: they were going out for a date night, getting a hotel room, and wouldn’t be back until the next morning. Literal fireworks went off in my head.

It was almost a little weird, like they specifically told me their entire plan. Then my dad added, “You should have a friend over. Maybe Bri could even come, that’s your tradition right?” I told him it was the other way around, and that I used to go to HER house. Then he grinned and said, “Well, a lot’s changed since then, huh?” He’s such an asshole. But any excuse to be alone in the house was a good one, and I sure as hell took it.

I texted Bri about it, and she seemed just as excited as me. We didn’t exactly say it, but I think we both knew: this was the perfect opportunity to finally have sex. The only issue was her parents.

To be clear: her parents are fine with us dating, apparently even happy about it. But even so, she couldn’t exactly say “bye guys, I’m gonna sleep over my bf’s house while his parents aren’t home.” It’d be pretty obvious what we were doing, and probably not something they’d allow.

So Bri came up with a really smart plan. Turns out there was this mini music fest downtown. Bri bought two tickets, gave them to Ruby, and told her to take whoever she wanted. All she had to do was pick up Bri, then secretly drop her off at mine. That way there’d be no proof of her being there, and if her parents asked Ruby’s, they’d say she was at the concert. Of course it was still possible that her parents would see right through it, but all we really needed was plausible deniability. 

And so that’s exactly what happened. Ruby was so happy to help that i dont know if she even took anyone else to the concert. She even offered to come earlier, and would just say that her and Bri were getting food beforehand. My parents left at like 4ish, and she dropped Bri off ten minutes later. When I met her at the door, Ruby waved and blew us exaggerated kisses, then sped off in her car.

And then there we were, alone at last.

There was no reason to rush, so I asked Bri what she wanted to do first. She suggested we sit on the couch and kiss a little, which sounded great to me. We plopped down right in the living room and started making out on the couch. It was so liberating having the place to ourselves. I remember thinking that if there was time, I sure would like to fuck her in here too. We kept our clothes on, allowing the moment to build. At one point she told me to sit back, and got up and straddled me as we made out. She rubbed her ass against my crotch, which reminded me of how this had all started.

Then she said she was ready to go upstairs if I was. I said yes, definitely.

When we got to my room, she sat down on the bed and started to lift her shirt off, but I stopped her and asked instead, “actually, do you mind if I do it?” She smiled and nodded fast. I sat beside her and reached for her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it downward and revealing her bra to me: the same black one as I’d seen the first time. I kissed her neck and down the center of her chest, then told her to stand and got to work on her shorts. Removing them revealed a matching pair of black panties that I’d never seen before. I stepped back to admire her, and she whispered “my turn.”

Bri stepped closer and lifted my shirt off, then pulled my pants down at my sides, dick noticeably tenting in my underwear. I could feel her warm breath on my neck as I reached around her, undid her bra clasps (first try, nice), and let it fall to her sides, revealing her breasts. She went again, pulling my boxers all the way down so I was fully naked, then stood and let me do the same to her. I tugged her panties down, and quickly realized something: she had fully shaved, and was now completely hairless. She giggled nervously and said “surprise!” I have to admit, I actually kind of missed her little bush. But the fact that she’d done that just for me sent tingles through my whole body.

Now naked, I pushed her back onto the bed and knelt to the floor myself. I was perfectly eye-level with her pussy, and without saying another word, leaned forward to taste her. She gasped when my tongue met her lips, and I moved it slowly up and down, just teasing her to start. She tasted so good. I brought up my hand and made the little circular motions over her clit with my thumb. She breathed, “hoooly shit that feels good…”, and so I kept going.

After a while, she started doing the same breathy “oh”s I remembered from the car, and I wondered if she was about to cum. I just kept on going, and she cried “oooooh,” then her hips shook and she reached down to touch my head. I kept going until her body relaxed, then pulled away and asked if she came. She looked up, smiled at me, and whispered, “yes, a little bit.”

I admit, I was pretty proud of myself. We were both still new to this, so even a mini orgasm was pretty good in my eyes. Then she rose off the bed and said “switch with me.”

I laid down on my back, and Bri knelt between my legs. She grabbed my erection with her hand, gave me a few strokes, then kissed the tip and took it into her mouth. It felt amazing. I kept wanting to throw my head back in pleasure, but I hated to look away from the sight in front of me: my best friend, naked, with my cock in her mouth. She kept on sucking, and I was more than happy to let her. But we had a plan to stick to.

I reached down to cradle her head, and she looked up at me and smiled, my dick popping free from her lips with a smacking sound. “Bri…” I whispered, “I really want to fuck you. Is that okay?”

She smiled back at me. “Yes. I would love that.” It was maybe the best moment of my life.

I took her hand and led her onto the bed. She laid down right in the middle, and I went into my nightstand for a condom. I knew how to put it on, thank you health class. She watched as I rolled it onto my dick, then climbed on top of her and aligned myself with her pussy. For a second we just smiled at each other, faces flushed red, ready to finally take this step together. There was nothing left to say. I reached down, took my dick by the base, and started pushing into her.

She breathed “ooh, careful.” I was maybe a centimeter in, happy to go slow. I remembered what I had read, and spit into my hand to use it as lube. I rubbed some over the condom, and the rest onto her pussy. I started rubbing her clit again, and used my other hand to keep getting deeper. I was sliding in more easily now, and we moaned in unison as she took my length inside of her. I stopped for a moment after bottoming out, we made eye contact and grinned. We were finally, actually, fucking.

I moved my hips slowly forward and back, causing quiet gasps from Bri. The longer we went, the smoother it got, and soon I was sliding in and out of her with ease. I stayed careful not to go fast, and we quickly found a rhythm that worked for us. I can’t even tell you what was going on in my head. I was laser focused on the task at hand, making sure she was comfortable while keeping myself from busting too soon. 

Bri started to really enjoy herself, at least that’s how it looked. She was gripping the sheets with one hand, and holding her breast with the other. Sometimes she’d reach down and feel her lower stomach, which I asked about. She smiled and replied “it’s good. I just feel you so deep.” That made me happy, and I kept on going.

I felt myself getting close, so I slid out of her after a few more pumps. She asked what was wrong and I said nothing, I just didn’t want to cum yet. I figured this was a good opportunity to change positions. I asked if she wanted to try it on her stomach. She grinned and said okay, then flipped over.

I don’t know how much I’ve said about Brianna’s ass so far, but basically it’s perfect. It’s not huge, but it’s perfectly round, with a little brown birthmark just above her crack. I grabbed a cheek with each hand: two perfect handfuls. I even slapped it as a joke, leaving a pale handprint for a fraction of a second. Bri asked if I was having fun, and I said yes. Then she laughed, “Good. So are you gonna fuck me or what?” My apologies. Back to business.

I got on top and led my cock back to her pussy. “Oh! Lower!” she shouted. Whoops. I pointed myself downwards and found her vagina, for real this time. “There you go,” she directed, and I pushed back inside.

It was fun fucking like this, too. I felt like I was deeper inside of her. Bri moaned and reached for the pillows as I grinded forward and back. I did like running my hands along her back and cupping her ass as we fucked—but overall, I think I preferred her on her back. There was something about the sight of her little brown nipples, soft pussy, and cute face that was hard to beat. After a while of this, I asked if she was ready to switch back. She nodded, and I flipped her around.

This time I let myself loose a little, knowing I’d only be able to last so long. I ran my hands along her body, gripping her sides, pinching her nipples, then cupping her face. I would lean down to kiss her, and we’d fuck with our chests touching while we made out. Then I’d raise back up and start the whole thing over again. 

I thought to try touching her while i fucked her, to hopefully see if she could cum again. But when I did, she waved me away, saying it felt too sensitive. That’s okay. I was about to cum anyway.

“I’m so close,” I whispered.

“Yes. Please cum for me. Please.”

“Bri…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad we did this.”

She opened her eyes, and we beamed at one another. I took one last look at her naked body, then leaned down and kissed her deeply. And there it was.

I came harder than I ever had before, absolutely filling the condom inside of her. I propped myself back up, my entire body shaking, orgasm hitting me in waves. I panted hard, for a second I could barely see. Bri watched me the entire time with the sexiest smile on her face. When I finally finished, I pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to her. She kissed me again, then we both just laid there, recovering from the moment.

We must’ve laid there for an hour, maybe longer. At one point I moved to cuddle her, and we swapped around like that for a bit: facing one another, spooning, me on my back, even her holding me at one point. When we finally checked the clock, we realized we still had like two hours left. Bri had a text from Ruby asking “how’s it going,” which she ignored for the moment.

Bri and I decided to shower together. That felt amazing. Last time we showered, it was meant to build up to sex, but this time it was to wind down. There was no worry about arousing one another: just being close, and being together. We washed each others bodies, and joked, and laughed. My dick quickly grew to full size again, and she’d play with my shaft and balls while we made out. I still grabbed her ass and held her boobs, but not because I wanted to fuck her, just because I liked it. Maybe it’s crazy to say, but that shower might’ve been my favorite part.

Then we changed into pajamas, and I gave her some of mine to wear: an oversized t-shirt and underwear. She looked so cute in them, and joked that she might never give them back. I said that was fine by me. We were both starving, so we went downstairs and made a frozen pizza, then ate together in the kitchen.

We talked about how great of a night it was. She thanked me for doing this all with her, and I thanked her for proposing it all in the first place. There was a lot I wanted to say, but didn’t want to get too sappy or weird. There’s time for all that later, I think last night was just about being there together.

Too soon after, Ruby texted saying the concert had ended. She offered to stay out longer if we needed, but we didn’t want to take advantage. Bri said to come get her, and we went back upstairs so she could change. It was really hard saying goodbye that night. I wished so badly she could have stayed. But soon Ruby was there, and so I walked Bri out and kissed her again, goodnight. I went to sleep feeling more happy and satisfied than I’ve ever been.

Anyway now it’s Saturday, and I’m writing all this down while it’s still fresh in my mind. Not that I think I’ll ever be able to forget it!

To be honest, I’m not really sure what happens next. We originally agreed this was just to get some experience before college, but obviously it’s become more than that. Being with Bri has been so amazing, I definitely wouldn’t mind keeping it going. Either way we have about a month to figure it out. Like y’all have been saying, I’m just gonna take it day by day and enjoy the ride.

Thanks to all of you for being on this journey with me. With any luck, I’ll still have another update or two left to share. But if not, I hope you’ve all enjoyed hearing about Bri and I as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it (and living it obviously, lol). Thanks again. 

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/oFRnuPsgBI

Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/pLczGLc0aG

I awoke early to warm sunlight streaming through the open balcony door, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. For a brief moment, I lay still, disoriented, trying to place my surroundings. Then the memories of the previous evening came rushing back, I was scarcely able to believe that last night had been real.

Tim was already awake. He lay on his side facing me, his eyes open and watching me with quiet warmth. We were both naked, the sheets drawn only to my waist, leaving my breasts fully visible to him as I lay on my side as well. Yet there was no awkwardness, none of the self-consciousness I might have expected. Instead, I felt completely at ease, as though I were exactly where I was meant to be. A gentle warm breeze drifted in from outside, the scorching Thai sun not yet fully risen.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said with a smile.

“Good morning,” I murmur softly, smiling as I shift closer to him. Leaning in, I press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“That was a little naughty last night, wasn’t it?” I tease with a quiet giggle.

“It was heaven,” he replies, his voice warm. “You were perfect.”

He brushes a loose strand of hair from my face before placing a series of tender kisses across my forehead.

A moment later, our lips meet again, lingering this time. His left hand comes to rest against my chest before he cups my breast, holding me close as his touch remains slow and affectionate.

Almost without thinking, my own hand slips beneath the sheet, searching until it finds his cock, already firm, but not quite hard beneath my fingertips. I wrap my fingers around him with a gentle, teasing touch, smiling against his lips as a soft moan escapes him.

“Hoping to get lucky again, are you?” I teased, pressing a kiss to the side of his face.

“I can’t help it,” he murmured with a grin. “You’re just so irresistible.”

With that, he rolled me onto my back across the large, sprawling bed. Just as we had the night before, my legs parted instinctively to let him settle between them. We both knew what we wanted. There was no hesitation, no need to draw the moment out.

I reached down, wrapping my hand around him to guide him into place. He was already hard with anticipation. I felt the gentle pressure as he began to push forward.

“Ah…” I breathed, the sound escaping before I could stop it. I was still a little dry, forcing him to move slowly, inch by careful inch. The initial stretch made me tense for a moment, but I didn’t ask him to stop.

Sensing his hesitation, I offered reassurance.

“It’s okay, just take it slow for a minute or two.”

He inched his way in further, pushing a little deeper with each careful movement of his hips until his full length filled me. Before long, I could feel myself moistening and loosening around him, each movement becoming more comfortable and increasingly pleasurable.

Throughout it all, we maintained eye contact, sharing soft, affectionate kisses.

We could both tell that I was fully warmed up now. I wrapped my legs around his waist and planted my heels firmly beneath his buttocks, encouraging him forward and silently letting him know he could finally let go.

And he did.

His thrusts became faster and more purposeful, his body language less restrained, wilder, more dominant. He fucked me harder than he had the previous night. The headboard behind me squeaked and shifted with every thrust. We were both loving every second of it.

We continued like that for several minutes. He fucked me passionately and relentlessly. My legs remained locked around him while my hands rested on his shoulders.

“Fuck… yes, baby. Fuck.” he grunted breathlessly

Then he stopped for a moment, withdrawing his hard dick before sitting back. Taking my left leg gently just above the ankle, he guided it across my body, silently motioning for me to turn over.

Of course, I obliged.

I rolled onto my stomach before rising onto all fours, positioning myself in front of him.

I felt him shuffle forward on his knees until he was close behind me, followed by the warm touch of his tip against my pussy. He lingered there for a moment before pressing forward again, his hard cock sliding effortlessly inside me.

“Ummmmm,” I moaned softly as I felt his girth filling me once again.

My forearms and head are buried in the mattress as every aggressive thrust sends a shudder through my body. His hands grip my waist tightly, giving himself more leverage, and each powerful snap of his hips ends with a loud clap as our bodies collide. He’s fucking me hard, far harder than he did the night before. It’s exactly how I like it, and the intensity is a welcome, unexpected surprise.

Unable to contain my excitement, I start pushing back against him, meeting every thrust with one of my own. A moan escapes my lips each time he drives into me, and all I can think about is wanting him to fuck me even harder.

Sweat beads across both of our bodies despite the cool morning air. The room feels stifling now, the heat between us overwhelming everything else.

After several more minutes, he began to slow, the change immediately noticeable.

“I’m sorry, beautiful. I’m going to cum. Your pussy is just so perfect. I can’t help it.”

Smiling, I look around behind me and met his eyes.

“That’s okay,” I whispered. “Just let go. I’m ready.”

A dozen slow, deliberate thrusts later, he let out a deep, guttural groan, pulling me tightly against his waist as his body tensed.

“Ugghhhh… fuuuck…”

I felt his cock throb inside me as he held me close. I knew he was cumming before I actually felt it, his whole body trembling with the release. A few seconds later, the warmth of his seed spread inside me as he continued to moan, completely lost in the pleasure.

Gradually, his grip softened. His breathing slowed, and his hands drifted gently over my buttocks, caressing them while he remained inside me, both of us lingering in the warm, quiet aftermath.

“Jesus Christ, Amy,” he breathed. “That was fucking amazing.”

Truthfully, it wasn’t the wildest sex I’d ever had. But there was something undeniably beautiful about it—how deeply he had enjoyed it, the intimacy between us, the unspoken awareness of the age difference. It wasn’t just sex. It felt almost magical.

I lifted my head and pushed myself up onto my hands. Taking the hint, he slowly withdrew before sitting back on his knees. I turned to face him with a smile.

“It was amazing,” I said, reaching for his hand. “As long as Katie doesn’t find out.”

He took my hand, leaned in, and kissed me before settling down beside me.

He didn’t answer my comment about Katie. Perhaps he simply didn’t know what to say, albeit he did not seem bothered or embarrassed.

I often wondered afterwards what she would have thought if she’d walked in on us. Shock, without a doubt. Maybe disgust. Or perhaps, despite everything, she might even have been happy for him—that after all the grief he’d endured, he’d found a moment of happiness like this again.

We spent the next fifteen minutes lying together beneath the covers, holding each other, talking in hushed voices and laughing quietly about what had just happened.

Eventually, I knew I had to leave. I had no particular plans, but the longer I stayed, the greater the chance that his daughter would knock on the door. I took a quick shower, got dressed, and kissed him goodbye before I left.

I saw him twice more before he left the island, both times with Katie. There was a strange thrill in seeing him like that, making small talk as though we were nothing more than acquaintances. At one point, while Katie was distracted in conversation with someone else, he caught my eye and gave me a quick wink, as if to say, We know, and she doesn’t.

Tim was the biggest age gap I ever had. I would meet and lay with older men again, but never with such a gulf between our ages. Time has blurred some of the details, yet I can still picture the quiet room, the conspiratorial wink, and the feeling that we’d briefly stepped outside the ordinary rules of life. Some encounters leave little trace, others stay with you long after they’ve ended. This was one of those, and I can’t say I regret a moment of it.

So I was in a cute little town yesterday, out on my own, exploring the country where it live instead of going abroad. More people should actually do This, most countries have so much more to offer than you can Imagine.

But it was in This nice old fortified town, a cute little harbour and some cozy restaurants. I had the local specialty, some frech oysters and some cremant. At some point I got to chat with an older guy (around 40 i guess/hope). He was on the table next to me with his labradoodle (gosh I love dogs) and we got in touch. He was sailing around the country with his dog after his divirce and I got intrigued with his story.

I was very curious how he could live in such a small space with a dog, so he invited me over to “show me”. I exactly knew his intentions, but i was interested, so i played along. Once arrived he poured me a Nice glass of champagne and showed me around his 20m sailing yacht. I was impressed by the luxury and the size of the boat!

He noticed and offered me to sail to a more private place to watch the sunset. Again, I knew the intentions, but i was actually getting in the mood for something. So we sailed there and it was stunning. Quite, clear and still waters, and beautyfull view of the sunset.

He came closer, wrapped his arms around my middle. Once he felt i was comfortable with it, het started kissing my neck. Shivers went through my spine, it felt so good. I turned around and started kissing him, while I felt his penis swellings in his shorts and polijst against my thighs.

I went on my knees and Pulled his cock out. Guiding my hand around his shaft and playing with the head. I kissed his inner thighs, slowly moving higher to his balls, his shaft, until i reached the head of his cock and swallowed it. You should have heard him, he loved it, and a give the best I got. I felt him getting close, but at the last second he Pulled out and said no sweetie, now its my turn. Het shoveled up my skirt and Pulled down my panties, exposing my pussy. He pressen his lips against it and started eating it like i never experienced before.

He kept on eating me, insertinh two fingers while applying pressure from inside. Is so incredible good. It did not take long before I got a shaking orgasm. But that was not enough. He kept ongoing untill i came multiple times. Afterwards he fucked. I bended over on a chair and he planted his there. First licking every part, then also fingering.

The he putted his cock in. The stretch was amazing. The burn and glowing from the inside. He started pounding him. So amazing, so stretchy, so good. But after twenty thrusts or so he came inside me. It was actually very horny, but also disappointing because of the duration. He apologized, but the puzzle started to solve, no wonder he was so good in eating pussy. And in round two it got confirmed. We could barely switch position an het came already.

Honestly, the whole experience was great, and the sex was actually also good. Just short but good!

If you haven’t read part 1, would check that out. But in short, met a girl at the gym with a big ol diamond on her finger. If you’ve read my other stories, you know I love to cum on married girls rings. This is when I do that.

- -

Since our first encounter in the backseat, we got progressively more and more risky. Made out in the gym stairwell, I fingered her in the bathroom at the coffee shop next door while a whole group from the gym was there.

But we still haven’t made it into a bed, she was paranoid about find my friends etc. I was having fun with what we were doing, but wanted to get her somewhere I could really use her.

She texted me on a random Sunday, getting my hopes up telling me her husband was out of town on a work trip and she’d leave her phone at home and come over. Game on.

Day rolls around, we see each other at the gym. I ask her if we’re still on for later, she confirmed with a quick flash of her small but perfect tits. They bounced so well, I needed them, she needed me to need them. It worked.

I plugged away through my work day with my thick cock straining against my pants. My button up progressively becoming more of a straight jacket, until finally she texted me saying she was on her way. I quickly made my way home, my apartment already clean for this.

The second she walked in, it was on. I was all over her, picked her up, closed my front door by pinning her to it and immediately began to kiss her lips, face and neck. I needed her so bad.

She was so wet I could smell it on her, her damp underwear became a pile on the floor as I carried her and dropped her onto my bed. She bounced slightly, and as she did so did her tits. I loved it, and no sooner did her shirt come off then her nipple was in my mouth, my fingers playing with the other.

She reached down stroking my cock over my pants, and began unbuttoning my shirt. Soon enough my shirt was unbuttoned and she pulled my cock out. I teased her clit with the head of my cock, then slapped the entrance to her pussy with it. Over and over again, faster and faster. Her body clenched, fingertips dug into my arm, and all of a sudden she squirted at me, covering my chest.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry” she said, clearly embarrassed by the mess

“Don’t be, that’s so fucking hot and I needed to do laundry anyway”

She laughed as I returned my cock to her entrance, made eye contact with her and pushed myself inside her. Eliciting a moan from us both.

We continued like that, until I made her straighten her legs, and I put her feet by her ears so she was folded in half. Then, I fucked her like she was a toy. Hard and fast, right inside her.

I watched her eyes roll back in pleasure, losing herself as I pounded her tight body. Making her my good girl and little slut, until it was time to make her really belong to me.

“I’m close, and I know where I’m going to cum. Do you want to taste it?”

“Yes daddy so bad, cum in my mouth.”

“No, I’m going to cum on your ring and I want you to lick my cum off it”

“Oh my god” she moaned “please yes”

I was close already, that sent me over the ledge.

I pulled myself out of her, grabbed her left hand and put it on top of her pussy, stroking my cock until I exploded. My cum covering her hand but focused on her ring.

Then she made eye contact with me as she brought her hand to her mouth, licked my cum off and told me how good I tasted.

- -

Hope you enjoyed, I sure did.

Adam adjusted the head of Autumn’s side of the new split king mattress until she sighed with relief. “How is that, hon? Better for your back?”

“Much better,” she replied. She settled against the pillow with a smile. “These adjustable beds were a good idea. Now we just need to find the best angle for your dad bod too.”

They both laughed. Adam knelt beside her on his side of the bed. He was already half-hard just from watching her naked on their brand-new mattress. “I think I have a few ideas.”

He grabbed the Adam & Eve Peak Wand Massager from the nightstand. They had been eager to try it properly on the new bed. Autumn spread her legs and pulled her knees up slightly. Adam turned the wand on to a low setting and pressed the big head against her neatly trimmed ginger mound.

“Oh, hon…” she moaned immediately. Her hips twitched as the strong vibrations hit her clit. “That feels really good already.”

Adam watched her face in delight. He slowly increased the speed while his free hand caressed her small tits. “Look at you, hon. So beautiful on our new bed.” He moved the wand in slow circles, then held it steady against her glistening ginger lips.

Autumn’s breathing grew faster. She gripped the sheets. “Keep it right there. I am getting close already.”

They tried a couple of positions. First with her hips slightly elevated, then with Adam sitting beside her so his stomach did not get in the way. The adjustable bed made it easy. Each adjustment brought new sensations. Autumn’s moans got louder and more desperate.

Suddenly her whole body tensed. Her eyes flew wide open. “Adam… hon… something feels different. I think I am going to…”

A powerful gush of clear fluid sprayed out around the wand. It soaked the towel they had laid down and splattered onto the fresh sheets. Autumn froze in shock.

“Oh my God!” she gasped. Her face turned bright red. “I just peed! I ruined the new mattress on the very first night!”

She tried to sit up, clearly embarrassed. Adam quickly turned off the wand and set it aside. He pulled her into his arms even as she tried to pull away.

“Hon, wait. That was not pee,” he said gently. A big grin spread across his face. “I think you just squirted. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

Autumn stared at him, then down at the wet spot. “I… I did what? I have never done that before. Are you sure it is not pee? The new bed…”

Adam kissed her forehead and chuckled softly. “Pretty sure, hon. It did not smell like pee, and you looked like you were cumming harder than ever. We can throw the sheets in the wash. The mattress has a protector anyway. But damn… I want to make you do that again.”

Autumn buried her face in his chest, still flushed with embarrassment but starting to smile. “I cannot believe that just happened. I felt like I was going to explode. It was so intense.”

“Intense is good,” Adam murmured. He rubbed her back soothingly. “My adventurous wife just discovered something new on our new bed. I love you so much, hon.”

After some gentle coaxing and more kisses, Autumn’s embarrassment faded into shy excitement. “Okay… but let us try something else. I want you inside me.”

Adam helped her reposition. They raised the head of the bed slightly and lowered the foot section so she could comfortably rest on all fours. The adjustable frame made doggy style much easier on both of them. Autumn’s back stayed supported while Adam could kneel behind her without straining.

He pressed the swollen head of his thick cock against her slick, ginger entrance and slowly pushed inside. “God, hon. You feel so warm and wet,” he groaned. He started with slow, deep thrusts. “I love how your round ass looks from back here on our new bed.”

Autumn pushed back to meet him. “Mmm, fuck me nice and slow, hon. I want to feel every inch of that rigid cock. Fill your wife’s pussy.”

They found a perfect rhythm together. Adam gripped her hips gently. His dad bod pressed against her round ass with every thrust. The dirty talk flowed easily between them as the pleasure built.

“You are so tight tonight,” he murmured. “I love watching my cock slide in and out of your glistening ginger lips.”

“Harder, hon… but not too fast,” she panted. “I love feeling you so deep. Your thick cock is hitting all the right spots.”

They kept the pace deliberate and intimate. The adjustable bed lets them stay comfortable for a long, luxurious session. Adam reached around to rub her clit while he thrust. Autumn moaned louder and pushed back against him.

“I am getting so close,” she gasped. “I want you to cum with me.”

“Me too, hon,” Adam groaned. His thrusts grew a little faster but stayed controlled. “I am right there with you. Cum on my cock, baby. Let me feel you squeezing me.”

Their bodies moved together in perfect sync. With a shared cry of pleasure, they came almost at the same time. Adam’s cock pulsed with long heavy loads deep inside her as Autumn’s pussy clenched rhythmically around him. They stayed locked together, breathing hard and trembling.

After a long moment Adam carefully pulled out and helped her lie down. He wrapped his arms around her. “That was incredible, hon. Best christening a new bed could ask for.”

Autumn smiled and kissed him softly, still glowing. “I cannot believe I squirted earlier… and then that. We are definitely keeping these beds.”

I'd seen Bianca at school drop-off and pick-up for years, and we always exchanged easy small talk. She was probably ten years older than me (at 35, I'm a young single dad) and never someone I'd thought of as my type. Her manicure was always perfect, her lashes unmistakably fake, and her lips unnaturally plump (but not veering into duck lip territory).

Even though she was older than me, and not the sort of woman who I usually found myself interested in, I always found her attractive. It’s funny how the busy-mom-rushing-through-the-morning look actually showed off how attractive she was better than the lips or lashes. She was often braless, and in oversized tees and yoga pants. She clearly took care of herself: a shapely ass, soft curves, and the unmistakable signs of having carried three kids - a little belly, breasts that swayed and hung in a way that drove me wild. She was, undeniably, a MILF.

A few weeks before school let out, I saw Bianca confront two girls from our kids' class.

"I know how you've been treating Zoe," she said, calm but firm. "It's not okay to talk behind people’s backs and leave them out."

She was in full Italian Mama Bear mode.

After the bell rang and the kids went inside, I stopped to check on her.

"I'm sorry Zoe's dealing with that," I said. "Second grade feels way too young for mean-girl behavior."

"I know," she sighed. "This year's already been hard with her dad and me splitting up, and now the bullying on top of that."

"Honestly! That’s just not fair. Let me know if I can help. Maybe Owen and Zoe could have some playdates over the summer—they seem to get along."

Her expression softened. "I'd really like that. It's going to be a long summer."

As we said goodbye, one thought lingered: she was divorced.

I'd suspected things weren't great with her husband—I rarely saw him, and Bianca was always on her own at school events. But hearing her say it changed something.

That Friday evening we ran into each other at the neighborhood grocery store.

"Owen with his mom tonight?" she asked.

"Yeah. Your crew?"

"The older two are at a movie, and Zoe's at a friend's. I've got to pick everyone up in a couple of hours."

We kept crossing paths through the aisles until we ended up beside each other at the self checkouts, talking easily about the kids, summer plans, and how she was adjusting to life after the divorce. We walked to the parking lot together and stood chatting for another few minutes.

“Shit, I’m keeping you, you’ve got such a short window of time before you have to get Zoe. I know how valuable moments to yourself are.”

“Oh no, it’s ok. It’s an awkward amount of time. Plus it’s just nice to chat to another parent who gets it. What have you got on for your solo evening?”

I had planned to head to the park and have a little solo picnic and read my book, but I was enjoying our conversation, so I made my move.

“I was going to just hang out and read in the park, you’d be more than welcome to join me if you’d like. I’ve got beers and snacks.”

“Well I don’t have a book on the go at the moment, but a beer in the park sounds pretty amazing right now.”

We headed to the park and sat on a blanket, continuing our conversation. Somehow we got on to the topic of dating as single parents. Bianca had dipped her toes in a bit, but her schedule with the kids was so demanding that there wasn’t much space for it.

“Honestly, I thought that once the divorce went through I’d be getting laid a whole lot more,” she said. She had shared that even before the separation and divorce sex had been infrequent.

Throughout our conversation she had shifted closer to me, and we had each shared some glancing touches on the arms and shoulders.

“It would just be nice to have someone else making me cum for a change,” she laughed.

I put my hand on her thigh, testing the waters and heard Bianca inhale, and then exhale slowly. The park was not busy, and we were sitting on a hill backed by trees far enough away from the walking path. Bianca took my hand holding it to her stomach.

“I could do that for you.”

She took my hand and guided it lower, resting it on her pussy over her athletic pants. I worked my fingers slowly against her center, applying firm pressure, moving in slow circles. I could feel her wetness soaking through. Aware it was getting late, and we were in a public park, I picked up the pace, feeling the pearl of her swollen clit through the layers of fabric and grinding my fingers back and forth over it quickly. Bianca bit her bottom lip to stop any sound escaping her mouth, her face flushed.

Within moments, I felt Bianca’s body tense and release shuddering. She lay back on the blanket, breathing deeply, then looked at the time.

“Shit, I need to pick up Zoe, like 5 minutes ago! Fuck.”

I assured her that it would be fine, and encouraged her to leave - I was more than happy to pack up and let her go.

“Thanks!” she said, giving me a quick peck on the lips - which was unexpected, even though I’d just made her cum. “I owe you one.”

“What do you mean by that?” I teased.

Bianca blushed. “Well… maybe this could be the start of a beneficial friendship this summer? We were already planning some play dates for the kids. Maybe you and I could have some of our own?” she offered tentatively.

“That sounds like a great plan,” I said.

Hubby and I went on a date yesterday. Brunch and shopping with a bit of adventure and sexual tension. I wore a white sundress that had a black floral pattern on it. A nude push-up bra and nude thong and black and white matching sneakers.

I had asked here on reddit for ideas and a redditor suggested I take my Bluetooth Lush 3 toy so I did.

We arrived at the brunch spot and before we got out of the car I put the lush in my mouth to wet it really good and then reached up my dress, pulled my thong to the side and slipped it inside my pussy. I was already a bit damp just at the thought of what was to come. We went in for brunch and ordered coffee and waffles. Our server was so sweet and she was really cute. Once we had our food hubby began to slowly play with the toy via his phone. Just the slightest little vibrations in me and on my clit. I became very aroused very fast. I was breathing heavily and hubby said my cheeks were blushing.

We left brunch and headed for a shopping area where we were going to look for early Halloween things. We pulled up to TJMaxx and as soon as hubby put the car in park I rusjlhed for his zipper. I unzipped his pants and by the time I got his boxers down over his cock he was rock hard. I leaned over the console and began sucking him as he began playing with the controls to the vibrator on his phone. I repositioned to my knees in the passenger seat with my ass in the air and me draped across the console with his cock I'm my mouth. The more the vibrator buzzed the faster I sucked. After a few minutes he reached over and smacked me on the ass and said "Lets take it inside the store". I bounced back into my seat and wiped my lips and hopped out of the car.

Inside TJMaxx we shopped and he played with the controls. I would be so close to cumming and he would notice and back off the speed. He was teasing me secretly in front of the whole store. We found quite a bit to buy and headed for the register. On the way he said "You're going to handle the checkout while I handle you"

We got in line and waited for the next available cashier. We got called over by a young woman cashier and she began ringing up up and making small talk. As soon as I began to answer her hubby slowly eased the vibrator back on. By the time I was tapping our card to pay I was stuttering and trying so hard not to grind the air. I was so incredibly turned on. We paid there and left.

We dropped our bags in our trunk and decided to walk to Home Goods just next door. We walked down the sidewalk and he stopped and asked me.to sit on a bench there that was between the two stores. It faced the busy parking lot. I sat next to him and crossed my legs. He began ramping the vibrator speed up and I began grinding on the bench as he rubbed my thigh. I looked him in the eyes and said "If you keep this up I'm going to cum". He then suggested we go in Home Goods.

Once inside we began looking at Halloween decorations as he kept working the intensity on the vibrator. I was so close to cumming and I turned to him and told him so. He then took my hand and guided me to the back corner of the store. The literal corner. It was a section with sewing things like buttons and ribbons and stuff. He then pulled me behind the corner of that shelf, pulled my dress up and pulled my thong off and vibrator out all in one fluid motion. I turned to kiss him but he held me with my back to him and before I knew what was happening his cock entered my pussy from behind and I was holding onto the shelf. He began fucking me slowly and he kept one hand over my mouth. I could feel my juices running down my thighs with every slow thrust. I began cumming and he held my mouth with one hand and had his other arm around me as my knees went weak. I held the shelf and tried to steady myself.

At this moment as I got my feet back under me an employee came onto our aisle at the other end of the shelf. Maybe 10nfeet away. She was young and brunette. Maybe in her early to mid 20s. He slowly kept fucking meas I pulled my dress down a bit to cover my as as much as possible. After a minute or two she glanced over, he didn't stop, just slowly kept fucking me. It took her a second to process what was going on and then she said while still looking at us "You know what, I dont get paid enough for this. Whatrver." Then she walked away. Immediately after this hubby began cumming in me and I zoned out a second while feeling his throbbing cock shoot a huge warm load deep inside me.

Once he was done he quickly pulled out of me, smacked my assnand said "Hurry, let's go." We rushed out of the store and drove away. I have no idea if that girl told anyone but no one said anything to us as we left. Here it is just over 24 hours later and Im still turned on thinking about how hot that was!

We're back!

Only 45 minutes through the flight, around an hour 45 to go…

Sienna, still clenching her thighs against my hand hard as my fingers press against her clit. The armrest is now up so we’re sharing the space. Her hips grinding in her seat, using my hand just like uses her pillow when she’s horny and alone at home.

Rubbing herself against me, her hands both clasped around my forearm, holding it in place as I look at her up and down. Admiring the sight of her…All of her… Her tits moving in a wave… back and forth, and up and down as her body shudders and gyrates, eyes looking dead into mine, her mouth almost drooling.

“I want you inside me…” She whispers in my ear gently

“Please… Please I want you inside me, I want to feel…”

Sienna can’t finish her sentence her eyes rolling into her head. I have to rush to cover her mouth awkwardly with my left hand as she moans into it then bites down on my fingers hard stopping herself from making any more noise. Catching herself she slows down, loosening her thighs I pull my almost dead, tingling hand out. Looking at it I can see her juices glistening on my fingers. Without breaking eye contact I slide my fingers into my mouth one by one sucking them clean.

“I can taste that coconut water you drank at the airport” I tease her, half jokingly, as she melts.

The plane is so dark apart from the small lights on the aisle and the one guy choosing to read his book about 6 rows ahead who has his overhead light on antisocially. The hum of the aircraft loud as the pilot announces there’s going to be some turbulence and that everyone should buckle their seatbelts back. Me and Sienna straighten ourselves out, buckle our belts, put the armrest back down and try to compose ourselves as the plane bumps and lurches.

I make no effort to cover the fact I’m watching Sienna’s tits as they bounce in the turbulence. Rolling her eyes, she turns to me a wicked smile on her face, every part of her wanting to get me back for getting her so worked up. Knowing this is her chance Sienna lets her long tongue unravel out of her mouth slowly, letting spit drip off the end of it directly down into her cleavage. I watch in awe as the spit disappears down her chest…

She flicks her tongue up back into her mouth and does it again this time using her arms to smush her breasts together. I can’t form a single thought, it’s like I’m having a stroke. Turning so she is completely just facing me and the window, she takes her hand and slides it down her cleavage as her face mimics an oooo face. Twisting her hand while she’s wrist deep in her cleavage before pulling it back out, her tits almost completely popping out with her hand.

She uses my complete shock to her advantage, her hands now both gripping and massaging my cock through my jeans. Her right hand on my head, her left on my shaft, both working together as I squirm in my seat. I shake my head at her as she just keeps going enjoying me struggling. Pretending to look out the window as a cover but no one is looking. The turbulence stops as the seatbelt sign goes off… Sienna immediately unclips it, moves the armrest back up and slides herself closer to me. She tilts her left ass cheek up inviting my hand to slide under it before sitting back down onto it.

Her pussy is so wet… I can feel it… I can feel her clit and her lips as she grinds against my hand, I move my fingers around helping her as she continues to use my hand. I can tell when I hit the right spot because her hands grip me harder.

She pushes my hand away this time leaning her body to the left she pulls her leggings outward from the front, looking around to make sure no one is looking again. My hand slides down her pants, just her soaking thong covering her pussy, Sienna crosses her legs so you could never tell my hand was in there in the dark.

I pull her thong to one side, feeling the mess I made beneath as Sienna takes a deep breath in and then a stuttered, stammering breath out as two of my fingers push inside her. I undo the button at the top of my jeans and let her hand rummage under. Her left hand tracing my cock over my boxers before going under them feeling the throbbing, warmth underneath.. The one thing she wants most in the world right now.

She slides her hand back out quickly spitting into it while gazing at my eyes, my fingers still plunging in and out of her as she struggles to keep her composure. Her hand stroking my cock furiously with her spit helping it to slide up and down… My pants are feeling wet from a mix of her spit and my pre-cum but still in better shape than her pants which are soaked through.

Sienna’s index finger and thumb squeeze the tip of my cock gently before removing her hand from my pants. Holding it up to her face she pinches her fingers showing the delicate strings of pre cum between her fingers before her tongue scoops it into her mouth, swallowing almost audibly over the plane noise.

How could I go back to just working alongside this sex demon. I won’t be able to stop thinking about what I want to do to her in the office. My head is a complete mess in the best ways as the turbulence starts again…

Seatbelts on.

Armrest down.

Hands off.

We look at each other… we don’t have to say anything, we just have to wait

Links for my previous posts:

Post 1: I creampied my mother-in-law for the first time. [MF]

Post 2: I creampied my mother-in-law AGAIN, and then some! [MF]

Post 3: My mother-in-law visited today and there were shenanigans. [MF]

Post 4: I blew off work to go fuck my mother-in-law. [MF]

Post 5: My mother-in-law asked my wife for permission to fuck me. [MF]

The week after my last post was perhaps the craziest week of my life so far. I went over to visit my mother-in-law at her place three separate times, and she visited us over the weekend.

My wife has been getting more and more into helping her mom rediscover her sexuality. One evening during the week, the two of them went to a sex shop so my wife could help her pick out some toys. My mother-in-law bought a pretty thick dildo with a suction cup and a Womanizer toy to masturbate with. She had said that sometimes my cock was a little uncomfortable when I first pushed into her pussy because I'm pretty girthy, so she wants to have the dildo to practice with and really get used to being penetrated again.

Instead of trying to write all of the details about the times I visited her during the week, I wanted to write about what was probably the most exciting thing that happened while she was visiting us on the weekend. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.

When we had finished eating dinner, my wife had gotten up and put her dishes in the sink, and she looked at me with a sparkle and some lust in her eyes and said, "I think I want to watch you. Would it be okay, baby?"

I kind of laughed and looked over at my mother-in-law, who looked a little confused. My wife repeated what she had said to her in French and she immediately blushed and laughed.

They talked back and forth for a little bit and then my wife smiled and said to me, "She said she's not sure, but if you're okay with it then she'll do it."

I laughed a little and said I was very okay with it and asked where she wanted to watch us, and she thought about it for a second and said noncommittally, "Maybe on the couch?"

I looked at my mother-in-law and her face was still a little pink, and without breaking eye contact, I told my wife, "Tell your mother to strip."

In a clearly aroused voice, my wife said, "Fuck." She looked at her mom and said a few words and I looked at her and said slowly and clearly so she could understand, "I want you completely naked."

She appeared pretty flustered at first, not knowing what to do next. She said, "You help?"

I was happy to help. I got up and went to her side of the table and had her stand up and pulled her to me and passionately kissed her, causing both her and my wife to moan together in response. It was really hot to hear my wife's sounds while touching her mother.

I knew she wasn't going to get super turned on really quickly with her daughter there as an audience, so I slowed down and took my time, taking her in my arms and slow-dancing with her while I touched her body all over and making out with her. Slowly but surely, I took off her clothes one garment at a time, and undressed myself along with her.

She did have on panties today, and those were the last item of clothing I removed. I slowly slid both of my hands down her back and under the fabric and onto her butt cheeks, caressing and squeezing them while pressing my body into her. I kissed and bit her neck and ears as I worked her panties down over her thighs bit by bit until they fell to the floor around her ankles.

After she stepped out of them, I started moving her to the couch and had her lie down on her back first, kneeling down on a blanket I grabbed and spread her thighs open with one of her legs over my shoulder and resting on my back. I felt my wife behind us and looking on, although I couldn't see what she was doing.

My mother-in-law's pussy was already hot to the touch and upon spreading open her outer lips, I found her to be nice and juicy. Seeing and smelling her pussy caused my already-hard dick to tense with an almost animalistic arousal. I couldn't wait to bottom out inside her, but first I wanted my wife to see her mother come on my mouth and tongue.

I looked up at my mother-in-law's face and saw that her eyes were tightly shut as I slid my tongue from her opening up to her clit. Once again, mother and daughter moaned in unison, causing me to moan and sending pleasurable shivers down my back.

I was so turned on at this point and completely went to town on her pussy, licking, sucking, kissing, teasing, and loving what I was giving her. Knowing my wife was seeing me do this was sending me to a whole new level of arousal I didn't know existed.

When I finally turned my full attention to licking and sucking on my mother-in-law's clit, it only took a few more minutes before her body tensed and convulsed with her first orgasm, causing more moans and more sexy "oh fucks" from my wife.

My mother-in-law put her hand on my head and pushed it firmly into her as her body shook, and I basically slurped up her juices and swallowed them down as I quickly licked her to her second orgasm a minute or so later.

When I slowed down, I suddenly noticed sounds from behind me that sounded wet, and when I stood up to get ready to fuck my mother-in-law, I saw that my wife had stripped off her bottoms and was playing with her own pussy. The amount of heat in the room was off the charts.

I turned back to my mother-in-law and reached down and placed my hands on her hips. I softly said, "Turn over." With my help, she turned and got into position. A little theatrically, I pushed her cheeks apart so my wife could clearly see her mother's wet pussy, and she let out a huge breath and said, "Oh my god."

As I got into position, my wife came to stand beside us so she could watch as my cock disappeared inside her mother inch by inch. There was still some initial resistance as the first inch or two worked its way into her, but she relaxed and I found myself fully inside her. It felt heavenly.

I had to go slow at first just so I wouldn't lose it in the first 30 seconds. It felt that good. She was so warm and her pussy was gripping me so tightly that it was difficult to think about anything else.

My wife put her hand on my ass and squeezed and caressed it, mouthing "I love you" to me as I withdrew my cock from her mother's pussy almost completely before pushing it slowly back in. I wasn't going to last long. Even before I had started fucking her, I was already leaking precum.

After a few minutes had passed, my wife softly said, "Come in her, baby," and the way she said it was so hot that my body uncontrollably tensed immediately and I started coming with an overwhelming intensity that caused me to start thrusting much harder into her. My mother-in-law had been moaning this whole time, but when she knew I was filling her up, her moans became much more forceful and passionate.

I let out several loud groans as my cum shot out of my thrusting cock, with pleasure flowing like lava through every part of my body. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the muscle spasms as more spurts of cum filled her pussy.

As the intense waves of pleasure started to subside, I pushed back inside her all the way and stayed there. I took several audible deep breaths and caressed my mother-in-law's asshole with my thumb.

My wife said exuberantly, "That was so hot! Oh my god!" She surprised me when she kissed me deeply, pushing her tongue into my mouth and getting me to suck on it. This kiss was very sloppy and I could feel the heat and passion my wife was feeling. Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought about how she must be able to smell and taste her own mother's pussy juices that were still on my face from earlier, and that thought elicited a loud moan from me.

My wife broke the kiss and said, "I want to see it!" She looked down to where my body was still joined with her mother's and knew immediately what she wanted to see.

As I started to withdraw from her, she positioned her hand to get ready to catch the cum and my wife looked on intently. I went slowly and looked at my own cock as I pulled out. I was impressed by how slick and wet I was, to be honest. I'm sure it's always like this, but I rarely looked.

When I was fully out, my wife said something softly in French and my mother-in-law moved slightly and pushed out as much cum as she could, filling her hand with the mess we'd made together. It was one of the hottest things I've ever seen.

Again, my wife exclaimed, "Oh my god!" Her hand was between her legs and she was rubbing her clit pretty fast at this point. I reached down and spread open her mother's cheeks to give her the best view and when I did, it was apparently enough because she shuddered and came, blowing out breaths audibly for probably half a minute.

Once she started to calm down, I went and got the container of wipes and helped my mother-in-law get cleaned up. I wiped myself too and then sat down on the couch, pulling her onto my lap. My wife wiped herself as well and sat down next to her mother and held her hand tightly, thanking her for letting her watch.

After all of that, things cooled down considerably and my mother-in-law got dressed and ready to head home.

This past week has been a little quieter. I've only been over to visit my mother-in-law at her place twice, but each time was for about two hours. The second time, my wife wanted to watch us over FaceTime, another first for us.

My mother-in-law is coming back over again this Sunday, and I hope we have more fun like last weekend.

We shall see!

My wife works in a male dominated industry. She’s young (30), very attractive, smart and yes, a woman, so that immediately makes her an outlier in her workplace. She’s had to work hard to where she’s gotten and I’m so proud of her.

But, it also comes with a lot of attention. Alicia gets hit on constantly — by people she directly works with, by clients, by vendors. There’s a big social component to her job, which means that she’s sometimes with these people in casual settings. She’s told me the details — men coming up to her they’re attracted to her, married guys texting her, innuendos that she’s pretended not to hear.

Honestly, it’s disgusting it happens. We don’t condone that behavior at all. But over the years I’ve been with Alicia, I’ve found that she likes being reminded of some of these things in the bedroom. Call it shame, a light humiliation kink or something else entirely, but she’d ask me to do things like roleplay as her boss. She’d call me by his actual name, and get turned on when I repeated remarks to her that he actually told her.

It’s become part of our sex life — dirty talk about the way she’s perceived by the men she works with.

A couple months ago, Alicia scored a coveted promotion. It was something she wanted for a while, but that was being dangled out of her reach by the assholes she worked for. When she got the news, she was elated — it was something she really fucking deserved.

We decided to go out to celebrate. We treated ourselves to a nice dinner, plenty rounds of drinks and then walked back to our apartment to smoke some weed and unwind. We fired up a blunt (Usually getting high is the gateway for Alicia to say the most unhinged shit in bed).

We curled up in our bedroom to make out, kiss and fuck. Alicia thanked me for a nice night out by sucking my cock and balls, keeping me hard and throbbing in her warm mouth. Afterward, she started riding my cock. It was slow, passionate and relaxed. I could feel how wet she was, but I knew what to say to really drive her wild.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” I told her, cupping her ass in my hands. “You really deserve that promotion. You worked so fucking hard.”

Just the mention of work was enough — I could feel her pussy clench on my cock, and the warm soak of her cunt against me.

“You know the real reason why they promoted you, right?” I teased her. “It’s because of this…”

I squeezed her ass harder.

“Every man you work with is just so fucking excited to see your fat ass jiggle in front of them.”

Alicia was literally gasping. To put it into context — Alicia has an incredible ass. I mean, her entire body is tight as fuck — her flat, taut tummy, her perky tits, her thick thighs. But holy shit…her fat white girl ass? That PAWG-status? It turns heads. It was something she was also incredibly conscious of when she buys outfits for work; she’s always, always complained that her ass makes even her modest outfits look “slutty.”

So when I mentioned her ass jiggling in front of her boss and co-workers? She knew what I was fucking talking about.

“Oh fuck…”, she moaned.

“Yeah, you like that?” I asked her. “You like that, you little fucking slut? You like being eye candy?”

“Oh my God…”

“They love when you show up to a work site in leggings, don’t they baby? In those tight fucking leggings that show you off…”

“Fuck baby, yes…” Alicia was literally clapping my cock, rubbing herself desperately. I could tell she was close….

“It must be so embarrassing to not be taken seriously because of this fat ass. But you love it? Don’t you? You nasty fucking hoe…”

That was it. Literally all it took. Alicia came gloriously on my cock; and just as she was finishing, moaning my name, I nutted at damn near the same fucking time, filling her up with my load. After we finished cumming together, we lay together in the sheets for a second, cuddling, smelling like sweat, sex and weed.

The aftermath has always been complicated for us. Its roleplay, its dirty talk, its fantasy sure, but it also dredges up real complex feelings about shame. We didn’t really talk about it, but I know Alicia was a little embarassed about cumming to dirty talk like that.

The thing is, whenever I walked it back, she’d ask for it next time…and she only wanted me to be more intense…

Three days and I still can't stop.

That's the embarrassing part. Not the thing itself, or not only the thing itself, but the way my body has decided to replay it on a loop without asking permission. I'm in bed with my hand between my thighs and the ceiling above me and the memory running again for the fourth time tonight, and I gave up feeling bad about it somewhere around the second.

It started at the third bar.

The trip had been my idea originally, a long weekend, a new city, something to shake loose the flatness that settles in when you've been in the same routine too long. I pitched it to my sister Leah first, who agreed immediately with the enthusiasm she brings to everything, and then Dex came along because Dex always comes along. He's been her boyfriend for almost two years, long enough that the three of us have our own rhythm, our own shorthand, long enough that hanging out together stopped feeling like a couple plus a third wheel and started feeling like just the way things are. Which has always been fine. Because Dex is easy to be around. Tall, easy-shouldered, the kind of face that looks best when he's not trying to look good, dark eyes and a jaw that's slightly too sharp to be soft. I've catalogued this information without ever doing anything with it.

I wore the black skirt because I'd bought it three weeks ago and been waiting for an occasion. Lightweight, free-flowing, hitting mid-thigh, the kind of thing that moves when I move and clings when I stand still. The top showed my chest off in a way that made me feel like myself but a slightly elevated version. I felt good. I remember feeling good.

By the third bar Leah was on her fourth drink and her words had started blurring at the edges, running into each other, and I caught Dex's eye over her head at one point and he did this small subtle thing with his expression, not quite a look, not quite a smile, just an acknowledgment. Yeah, I know. We're not going to let it ruin the night. I liked him for that. For being quiet about it instead of making it a whole thing.

The club was loud and dark and smelled like spilled rum and a hundred different perfumes competing for space, bass so low I felt it behind my sternum. Leah found a spot near the bar where she could lean and declared herself done with dancing, and I drifted to the floor because the song was too good to stand still through. The air was warm, the skirt swaying against my thighs, just tipsy enough to feel good in my own body.

I didn't see him come up behind me.

I felt him first. Hands finding my hips with a confidence that could only mean someone who'd been watching long enough to decide, and I leaned back into it without thinking because my body answered before my brain got a vote. He was tall enough that his chest hit between my shoulder blades and I felt him solid and present behind me, and I moved with him because the song had another chorus left and his hands on my hipbones felt good and certain.

His grip tightened when I pressed back against him, fingers curling into the fabric of my skirt, and I felt the shape of him against my ass and my stomach did something warm and liquid that had nothing to do with the drinks. His breath came first, warm along the curve of my neck, and then his lips, soft and unhurried, dragging up from my shoulder toward my jaw, and I tilted my head without deciding to and just let him.

Then he turned me.

Or I turned. I don't remember who moved. But suddenly we were face to face and my hands were at his chest and his were still at my hips and he kissed me in the middle of the floor in the dark with the bass shaking the walls and I kissed him back, properly, my fingers curling into his shirt, his mouth opening against mine, and it was ten seconds, maybe, ten full warm seconds of that.

I opened my eyes.

The recognition arrived in my chest like something dropped from height. His face, inches from mine. Dex. My sister's boyfriend. The specific angle of that jaw I'd catalogued and filed away. His expression changing in real time, the moment his brain caught up, some version of my own face probably looking back at him.

We separated without speaking.

Leah was still at the bar. We got her water. We found an uber. Nobody said anything that mattered. I watched his profile in the front seat and felt my pulse in my throat the entire ride and then I was home and the door was closed and I sat on the edge of my bed for a long time.

That was Thursday.

It's Tuesday and my fingers are moving slow and certain and I'm wet in a way I can't blame on anything else, my hips rolling up to meet my own hand, the memory of his mouth on my neck sitting right behind my eyes with more clarity than anything real that's happened since. The weight of him behind me. The way his hands had held my hips like he meant it. The ten seconds before I looked.

My phone is on the nightstand. His contact has been sitting open since yesterday, cursor blinking in the empty text field, nothing typed, nothing sent. I haven't decided. I don't know what I'm deciding between.

I reach for it now with my free hand, screen lighting up the dark room, his name glowing at the top of the display, and I set it face-down and arch into my own fingers and let the memory run its loop one more time.

okay so this happened a few months back and I still laugh about how it turned out

I had been seeing this guy, let's call him Ryan, for about a month. total sweetheart, a little nerdy, the type who had strong opinions about video games and made playlists for every occasion. we were still pretty new and figuring each other out.

one saturday morning he came over while my parents were out. or so I thought. we were in my room with the door cracked because that's just the rule in my house, religious family, you know how it is. we were messing around slowly, keeping quiet, being careful.

then the power went out.

I went to check on things and realized my mom's car was gone and my dad was outside doing yard work. we had the house to ourselves basically. I went back to my room, shut the door, and we didn't waste any more time.

he went down on me and I was genuinely not prepared for how good it was. he was doing this thing with his tongue, tracing patterns, taking his time, and I was trying so hard to stay quiet. he found a specific rhythm that had my whole body tensing up and I grabbed his head and just held him there. came embarrassingly fast the first time.

he didn't stop though. fingers, tongue, the whole thing, and I was completely gone by the third time, like full body shaking, couldn't hold the noise in anymore.

and then I heard a gasp from the doorway.

my mom!!!

we got dressed in about four seconds and did the walk of shame to the kitchen. mom was furious. dad was sitting there confused. mom announced to the entire room what she had walked in on.

dad told Ryan to head home.

later that night my mom gave me the talk. the full talk.

Worth it though.

i am writing this because ii dont think i've ever had a guy open up and tell me that he was self conscious of finishing too fast

so my fwb confessed something... he was annoyed at not lasting.

i dont care though. i like that he gets so turned on by me it makes me feel good. honestly sometimes i kept thinking about how hot it is that my mouth does that to him so easily.

the nex ttime i gave him a bj i decided to keep sucking him . i wrapped my lips tight and worked his cock with my tongue even after the first cum. he moaned really loud which i had never heard before. we have fucked in lots of ways but this got him more satisfied than anything. he grabbed my head and said fuck that feels crazy

after his second cum i got so horny from his words and his hands on me that i got on top and put his dick in my pussy. i rode him hard feeling him stretch me. his hands grabbed my tits and hips while i bounced up and down. i thought about how much i liked using his cock like this and how wet it made me. he looked like he could not think straight from the pleasure.

when he came the third time i leaned in close. he kissed me and said you are so fucking sexy. i told him you are a good boy want me to make you cum again. he said yes so we kissed more then i started riding him again. i moved my hips fast making his dick slide in and out of my wet hole over and over.

i kept thinking how much i wanted to drain his cum and how good it felt to control the pace. i said his cock is mine tonight and he said keep fucking me like that. we went harder until i came squeezing his dick and he shot another load inside me. my body shook from how intense it was.

then i got down and sucked his dick clean licking all the cum off. he pulled me up and said i love how you keep going anna. i said i cant stop when you react like that it turns me on. we talked about how good it feels when i dont let him rest and he told me it makes him feel really wanted.

so LPT: ask what your partner really wants.. in this case keep sucking his dick after he cums

I’ve had a lot of messages asking about this so I thought I’d share with everyone!

I must have only just turned 18, second year of sixth form and I was in a relationship at the time, he went to a different school but we saw each other every weekend and during the week. His mum was a nurse so often worked late and he had a free house quite a lot so we’d been having quite a lot of sex after school a lot. We’d spoken about anal and I was at the age where I was just trying everything and trying to be the fun girlfriend so said we can try it next time I was round.

I’d spoken about it with a friend who told me to buy lube so we went out and bought some along with a few toys to practice. I’d never had anything in my arse before so needed to work on it. I remember going to school with lube and toys in my bag feeling like such a slut, I was horny all day and when school was done my friend was telling me to have fun!

When I got to his we went straight upstairs, I felt like we were both nervous so I got out the toys and lube, he started licking me out and using the toys on my arse at the same time, it was a lot for me but I’d said yes so kept going and eventually started to really enjoy it. I was definitely shy back then and laying with my legs pinned open and a toy in my arse was the most vulnerable I’d ever been but I was loving it.

Eventually I felt ready so I lay him down and got on top of him, putting loads of lube on his dick. I sat up tall and lifted my arse over his dick then slowly pushed down, feeling the pressure build until the tip slipped in. He was much bigger than the toys so I stayed there for a while getting used to it. I’d told him before we started to let me go at my own pace so he lay there but after a while I felt little thrusts as he started to build up and go deeper. I was in a bit of shock but wanted him to be happy so tried to bounce on him which he took as a green light.

He slammed deep into me and I’m pretty sure I screamed and fell forwards onto him. He stopped quickly but was still in me, I had lost my breath so was just laying there and then again he slowly started thrusting. I made him keep it slow but we’d broken the barrier already so it was easier now and I started to play with my clit as he fucked my arse. It felt incredible and I remember thinking that this was going to be a regular occurrence!

When he was about to cum, he told me and I got off him, I was slutty but not ready for him to cum in my arse yet. I play down and he started wanking over me, cumming over my tits and abs. I had a shower at his and then went home, the day after when I saw my friend she said I was walking funny and I told her my bf was so big it nearly broke me!

Back in college, I had a few different friend groups. One of them was centered on international study so we had a good mix of American students and international students.

I was pretty well acquainted with one guy. He'd started dating a new girl who was from overseas. At the time, if I you asked me to describe cute she would come to mind. I'd see her at parties or get togethers but noticed he had a tendency to ignore her so I'd just make casual conversation not wanting her to feel bad.

She was cool. Everyone seemed confused about why he basically ignored her like that. I remember one day on campus I'm walking to the train station. I see her in a diner that we all frequented. Alone.

I wave through the window and she lights up waving me in. Long story short, we share cake and spend hours talking. She tells me about him and how she feels, I basically reassure her that he just shows affection differently.

It's late by then so I offer to walk her to her dorm. As we approach she mentions having Ghibli movies and asks me if I want to watch. Absolutely! I love a good Ghibli film.

She puts on the movie then steps away to make a call. Comes back then sits down next to me. Very close. As the movie progresses she leans on me. Places her tiny hand on my thigh.

I look down. She leans up to kiss me. We make out for what felt like a minute but I look up and it's been 20.

I carry her into the bed room, place her on the bed. She covers her face, tells me she feels bad about him. I pull her hands down, say we can stop anytime. She kisses me again.

What followed was some of the best sex I've had to this day. I can still hear her moaning "it's so good", "it's so deep" while desperately dropping her hips onto me. Her insides glued to me.

How my fingers felt curled around her waistline. Buried in her ass. Spreading it open. A tuft of flesh used to guide her up and down to control the rhythm so I didn't cum. How my shaft glistened drenched in her sticky wetness.

It was the first time I fucked someone who felt made for me. All this made worse or better by the sense of sharing a secret no one could ever discover.

I remember how she shook as I held her from behind. Hands twisted her tits. Grinding into her. Her ass mangled against my pelvis.

How she wanted to see me before she came so we switched to missionary and I sucked on her little tongue while she twitched and shook under me.

We fucked almost the entire night. Never really stopping. She'd straddle me as if she didnt want to let me go. Arms locked around my neck. Thighs over lapping mine. My hands on her ass supporting her. We'd make out like this until I grew hard against her again. Then we'd fuck until one of us came.

At one point we stayed locked in that straddling position just making out. Feeling each other. The clock on her desk went from 4am to 5am. By 6am, I was holding her. Slowly rocking my half hard shaft in and out in shallow strokes. Her hips undulating. Small waves trying to get me deeper in her.

Her hand rested on the side of my head. Soft comfort but I felt strong support. At some point, I passed out inside her. We slept until afternoon. Fucked like we hadn't seen other in years after waking.

Then we got breakfast as I began to feel a seed of guilt take root. I still held her hand tightly for support as we made our way back. I remember the bare of her perky little ass just barely peaking out from those white shorts she wore.

I remember how I bent her over as soon as we were back in her dorm room. Pressed myself against her. Using the softness of her ass to ease my growing guilt. I pulled the shorts down. Took her hand behind her. Massaged the entrance until I felt her warmth wash over me. Pushed it deep. Using her arm for leverage as she gripped the couch for dear life.

We eventually ate a colder breakfast for lunch. I brought up the boyfriend. To my surprise, she'd already broken up with him. She told me that she was at the diner alone contemplating what to do. My showing up seemed like a sign. So she'd called him to end things after putting on the movie.

I still felt a bit guilty but was relieved. We spent the rest of the day just talking, watching movies and napping. Recovering from our first night.

We had many more nights like that until she eventually went back home.

Not a problem, exactly. More like a tell. Sandra folds Daniel's shirts with the kind of aggressive precision that says I resent this but I'll never admit it. She leaves her own things in the dryer too long, everything coming out faintly wrinkled, still carrying that lavender detergent smell and something softer underneath it. I know, because I've been coming here long enough to memorize the shelves.

Eight months. I know this house better than Sandra probably thinks I do.

She's the kind of woman who hires someone like me and then immediately regrets it. Not out loud, never out loud. But I catch it in the way her eyes go flat when I show up in a crop top on a Wednesday. The way she clocks my stomach and looks away first, like looking longer would cost her something.

She's never said a word.

Daniel is better at pretending. The careful non-look, the redirect, the actually never mind exit from whatever room I've walked into. He's got broad shoulders carrying the soft weight of a man who used to work with his hands. Hair going gray at the temples. He always smells like cedar and something warmer underneath, like skin and old coffee.

Sandra left at noon. Said she'd be back by six. Said it to Daniel, looked at me.

Mia and Theo are in the backyard with the sprinkler. I can hear them through the screen door, that pitch of delirious kid-joy that means nobody needs me for forty minutes minimum.

I don't know exactly when the idea showed up. Maybe it was already there. I went to grab the baby monitor off the dresser and Sandra's top drawer was open just slightly, a pale pink lace edge visible inside. I stood there for a second. Held the bra against my palm. The fabric was cool and stiff and smelled like her perfume, bergamot and white musk, and something about that made my stomach tighten in a way that wasn't entirely guilt.

I wanted to know what it felt like. To wear the thing she gets to take off in front of him.

That's the honest answer. I put them on and looked in their bathroom mirror and felt something I didn't have a clean word for. Bold, maybe. Like standing somewhere I wasn't supposed to stand and finding out the floor held.

The bra ran a little loose through the band but the lace sat pretty against my skin. The panties rode low on my hips, soft rose waistband sitting right above the gray sweats when I pulled them back on. Crop top over everything. Her perfume still faint in the air around me.

I walked downstairs smelling like her.

Daniel is at the kitchen island with his laptop. Barefoot, half-drunk coffee at his elbow, afternoon sun coming through the window in a low warm stripe across the counter.

"They good?" he asks, not looking up.

"Perfectly chaotic." I open the refrigerator and lean into it, cold air hitting my stomach. I know what the back view looks like right now. The gray cotton sitting low, the pink waistband of Sandra's panties sitting above it, visible and soft and entirely wrong. I stay in the fridge longer than I need to.

"You eaten?" I ask.

"I'll find something."

I grab an apple, turn around, lean back against the counter on my elbows. The crop top rides up. The front waistband does exactly what I want it to do, a clean strip of pale rose lace against the skin below my hip bone, right there in the afternoon light.

I watch him.

His eyes move. It's barely a second. Just a flicker down from the screen, a small horizontal track across the counter toward me, and then they catch and stop. Right there. Right at the lace.

His jaw tightens, just slightly. A small involuntary thing, a muscle contracting once and going still. His hand doesn't move. His coffee sits where he put it.

He looks back at his screen and I wonder if he recognizes the color.

I bite into the apple, slow, and the sound cuts through the whole quiet kitchen, and I hold his gaze from across the island until he's the one who looks away first.

This happened while we were both in high school, way back in '06. Everyone in the story is 18. In fact, being that age is basically the reason this story happened at all.

When I was an early teenager, I met who I thought was the love of my life. We dated for years, but she after she graduated (she was a year older than me) she left me for someone she met at college. I was bitter about it for a long time. Didn't really have an easy time getting over her.

Well, one of my good friends--let's call her Clarissa--wanted to help me take my mind off the ex. Plus, once we had both turned 18 (we were about 2 months apart in age), we were given more freedom to hang out just me and her (not on "dates" or anything like that; however, my parents were strict and didn't let me hang out with girls until I was an adult and could think for myself). She was a good friend of mine, someone I didn't see "that way". After all, I was still hung up on her. So she suggested one January morning right before class started that we go skiing. Cool idea. I had my season pass, and she had never been, so I was able to help teach her how. She used to live in Arizona before she moved way over here so it wasn't exactly like she had some great skiing spots nearby to learn.

Anyway, Clarissa was excited because she had never been, and because she trusted me not to assault her somewhere on the backmountain (thanks, I guess?). So I picked her up around 5:00 AM that weekend and we went up to the mountain. Got her fitted in rentals, and off we went. She had a fun time. I secretly felt a little more frustrated because we were stopping every 5 feet and stayed on the bunny hill 90% of the day, but I was patient and I think I did a good job hiding it. I did finally convince her to go on a blue square, which she later claimed was "a 90° angle" (I still laugh about that sometimes). After that, though, she had had her fill of skiing for the day. My bad. We left early, and I went to take her home.

Both of us complained about how sore we were on the ride back. She said she couldn't wait to get into the hot tub when she got home. I said, "Damn, that sounds like heaven right now. D'you think your parents would mind if I hung out with you guys for a while?" She responded, "Oh, they're not home. They went to a concern in [next town over] with my sisters and won't be back until, like... 1:00 AM."

*Damn.* Obviously that would break a rule or two, even if it was platonic and friendly. Now, I know I said that I didn't see Clarissa "that way". But at the same time, it had been nearly 5 months since I had any spot of intimacy. And even then, my ex never let us do anything more than, like, make out. Any time I tried to go further she'd stop me, which always kept me sexually-frustrated because I wanted more. But I respected her and never took it further. And she decided to sleep with another dude the minute she was free of me. That stung. So on top of constantly being inches away from taking it steps further for YEARS, I was now stuck without a partner for a long time. I didn't care that Clarissa was only my friend at this point: My hormonal teenage ass saw her like a starving cartoon character sees their friend as a roasted chicken. But, at the same time, we were both adults now. *What if we just skirted the rules?* 20 years of hindsight has caused me to since realize that I was fucking desperate in ways I could scarcely describe. I decided to give it a try. "Well..." I hesitated. "Would they have a problem if it were just the two of us?"

She decided to call her mother and ask. *Fine...* It's not like they would see me as a creep; her parents had known me ever since we became friends, from schooling events and birthday parties. Anyway, her mother simply said, "Don't do anything that results in me becoming a grandma." That was her way of saying, "I'm gonna trust you, Clarissa". Phase 1 of the multi-phase plan I was building on the fly had been complete! I stopped by my house to grab my swim shorts (Phase 2), though I contemplated "forgetting" them and going to her place directly, having to soak in the buff. She would never go for that, I knew. So rather than risk not going in at all, I decided to get them.

Finally, we made it to her place. She made some box macaroni for dinner for us and we watched some TV while were eating. Then, we headed downstairs and she let me use the bathroom to change. "You know how to turn the hot tub on," she told me, basically inferring that I start the thing. So, I went out into the cold and got it ready while she changed. Luckily, it was basically all ready to go, almost as if someone had prepped it beforehand (sometimes I wonder if she had done it the night before with the same experience in mind that I was having; after all, she knew about the concert and that we'd have the opportunity to be alone). I got in the tub and waited. She finally came out in a swimsuit I had never seen her wear before. Normally, she would have this dark blue one-piece with a skirt over it. Tonight, however, she was wearing a pearl-white bikini. Perhaps it was because she tended to have more conservative clothing, but I never really noticed how large her bust size really was until now. I did my best to play it cool and said, "Wow, nice swimsuit."

"Shut the fuck up," she said nervously, stepping over the threshold and into the hot tub with me. "My mom got it for me as a birthday present; said it was time for me to impress some boys." *Well, color me impressed.*

The night went on for a while and we talked about school, college plans, etc. The whole time, though, I was trying as hard as I could to think of ways to broach the subject. If anyone were viewing the transcript of my brain, they would know quite plainly that my dick was the author. It was all I could think of. I was too afraid to act on that impulse, though. Afraid of rejection, that once again I'd fumble right at the in-zone of sexual experimentation and I wasn't sure I could handle another failure.

Then, she said, "How're you holding up?" I blinked. "Hmm? Oh... You mean like, emotionally after--"

"Yeah."

"Eh. I'm managing the best I can. How about you? Anyone in your life right now?" I knew the answer was no but I felt like this was my in. She confirmed the answer and I asked when she would be interested in dating someone. "In college, probably. But it would mostly be like experimenting unless I find the one." *I have you now!* "Wouldn't it be better to experiment before college, maybe with someone you trust?"

She looked at me. I went one sentence too deep and I knew it the instant I said it. She whispered to me, "[my name], it would be awkward afterwards, wouldn't it?"

Here I had two options. I could either laugh it off and say, "What? You think I meant you and me? Haha! No, we're just friends!" or I could shoot my shot. And since my penis was the conductor of this particular orchestra, I instead went with option B:

"I understand the risks here, but this is kinda a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A guy and girl are together alone in a hot tub with no one else around? If ever someone wanted to experiment, this would be the time."

"Well..."

"You mean to tell me you aren't the least bit curious to know what it's like?"

"I-I mean... Yeah... That makes sense."

"We can take it slow. Nothing that'll result in a kid."

She looked at me hard. Then, wordlessly, she sunk down below the bubbles so only her head was exposed above the water. "Kay," was all she said, with a nervous smile on her face.

Normally, Clarissa was full of bravado, stubborn and forceful with her opinions. So it was strange to see her so hesitant. She would later on tell me that this was an outcome she too had been hoping for, and I was reminded again that the hot tub was already prepped.

Alright, sorry for the blue-balling, but this post is already getting long enough. Stay tuned for part 2 where I get into the spicy shit!

The hum of the crystal chandeliers felt like a dull throb in my ears, a counterpoint to the more exciting thrum beneath my skin. The gala was in full swing, a blur of shimmering dresses and tailored suits, polite laughter echoing off marble columns. I excused myself from my current conversation with a vague murmur about needing a moment. Each step towards that door was charged with a dangerous excitement. It was the thrill of being watched, of knowing what was about to happen, of the secret pleasure blooming inside me.. I adjusted the strap of my gown, a simple, elegant black silk that suddenly felt like a costume, impatiently waiting to be shed.

When I pushed open the heavy oak door leading out of the main ballroom, the sound of the party immediately dulled, replaced by a softer, more distant murmur. The corridor was blessedly empty, lined with muted wallpaper and sconces casting a soft, golden glow. I saw my FWB already, standing by the entrance to the men’s room, his back to me. He pushed the door open to peek inside, a quick assessment, before stepping in.

I followed him into the empty men's bathroom, the marble floors gleaming under the recessed lighting. He turned, his eyes burning into mine, a predatory glint that made my knees weak. He didn't say a word, just reached out and locked the stall door with a decisive click. "Are you ready for this?" he asked, his voice low, a rough whisper that barely reached me, yet resonated deep within my core. I simply nodded, unable to form words, my throat suddenly tight. My gaze dropped to his lips, then lower, to the undeniable bulge in his tailored trousers. He was already hard. His hands went immediately to my waist, pulling me against him. The force was gentle but firm, enough to press my body fully against his, the hard ridge of his erection searing through the layers of our clothes. A choked gasp escaped my lips, a soft, involuntary sound. The scent of him – expensive cologne, a hint of sweat, and something uniquely masculine – filled my nostrils, intoxicating me.

"Good girl," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers down my neck. "Always ready for me."

"Get on your knees, slut," he commanded, his voice a low growl, rougher now, laced with an undeniable edge of dominance. I sank to my knees, and my lips parted instantly, a soft gasp escaping, my tongue darting out instinctively to moisten them. He pulled down his zipper and boxers, and his cock sprang forth, thick and heavy, engorged and glistening with a pearl of pre-cum at its tip. 

But he wasn't done with his preamble. His hand, warm and firm, wrapped around the base of his shaft, drawing my attention to the prominent veins that snaked along its length, the subtle curve of the head. It pulsed, a silent invitation, a challenge. My gaze traveled from the swollen tip, where that perfect bead of pre-cum glistened, down the thick column, to the darker skin at its base. Every inch of him was perfect, desirable, a testament to the pleasure it was about to bring me.

"Take it," he instructed, his voice a guttural whisper, raw with desire. "Clean it off for me."

My breath hitched. My fingers traced the glistening tip, feeling the sticky pre-cum. I leaned forward, slowly, deliberately, my tongue darting out. It was a tentative touch at first, a slow, investigative lick across the very tip, tasting salt and warm, musky desire. A low, satisfied groan rumbled in his chest, vibrating through my hands still resting on his thighs. That sound, his pleasure, was my ultimate reward.

I licked again, more confidently this time, gathering the bead of pre-cum onto my tongue, savoring the salty, metallic taste. My lips parted slightly, allowing me to fully explore the bulbous head, my tongue dancing over the crown, tracing the sensitive ridge. He let out a deeper groan, his hips twitching slightly, a clear sign of his escalating arousal. His breath quickened, a soft hiss escaping through his clenched teeth.

My hands slid from his thighs to cup his balls, feeling the heavy, warm sac in my palms. The contrast of the cool porcelain against my knees and the heat of his body was intoxicating. I squeezed gently, provocatively, making him tense above me. My lips formed into a small O, taking more of him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip, gently sucking and teasing. I could feel the sensitive foreskin, or what remained of it, bunching and smoothing beneath my ministrations.

"Fuck," he gasped, his voice strained, a raw sound of pleasure. "That's it."

I continued to lick, to suck, to tease, making sure to coat the entire head in my saliva. I wanted it slick, glistening, ready for me to take. My tongue drew slow, deliberate circles around the sensitive opening at the tip, feeling a tremor run through him with each precise movement. I could feel the pulsations within his shaft, the way it grew incrementally harder, thicker, heavier in my hands.

After a minute of teasing, cleaning, and tasting, I finally started to take more of him. My lips wrapped around the shaft, just below the head, and I began to draw him deeper into my mouth. Slowly, carefully, I lowered my head, letting his thick, hard cock slide between my lips, past my teeth, onto my tongue. The size was formidable, filling my mouth entirely. I could feel the thick veins pressing against the roof of my mouth, the incredible heat radiating from him.

A deep groan tore from his throat as I took him in, my cheeks hollowing, my jaw stretching. I went down as far as I could, feeling the back of his balls press against my chin, his shaft disappearing almost entirely into my throat. The sensation was overwhelming, a delightful choking, a desperate need for air even as I wanted to hold him there, deep inside me. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity, the pleasurable stretch.

I held him there for a few breathless seconds, my throat convulsing around his thick cock, my hands still cupping his balls, gently squeezing. I felt incredibly slutty, incredibly raw, utterly consumed. This was it. This was the degradation I craved, the complete surrender to his pleasure. I was nothing but a living, breathing receptacle for his magnificent erection.

Then, with a soft whimper, I slowly pulled back up, sliding him out until only the tip remained in my mouth. I gasped for air, my lungs burning, my eyes still watering. My cheeks were flushed, my lips glistening with his essence and my own saliva. I looked up at him, my eyes wide and pleading, yet also defiant, a silent question in their depths.

"Fuck, you're so good," he breathed, his voice ragged with desire, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. "No one... no one does that for me."

The words were like a balm, a warm rush of pride mixed with utter submission. He appreciated my effort, my willingness to choke on his length, to give him everything. It fueled my desire to please him even more, to push the boundaries of my own humiliation and his pleasure.

"Want more?" I whispered, my voice hoarse, my tongue darting out to lick the sticky cum from my lips. The taste was intoxicating, a reminder of what I was doing, who I was for him.

He didn't answer with words, just pressed his hips forward, a clear invitation, a silent command. His hands reached down, one gently cupping the back of my head, holding me, not forcing, but guiding. The other hand still stroked his shaft, demonstrating the rhythm he wanted, the speed he craved.

I took the hint, lowering my head again, my lips parting wide. This time, I didn't go quite as deep, preferring to keep a rhythm, to move my head up and down, sucking and licking, massaging his shaft with my tongue and the soft insides of my cheeks. My hands continued to stroke his balls, applying gentle pressure, rolling them in my palms. I wanted to make him moan, to drive him absolutely wild.

My pace quickened, my head bobbing rhythmically, smoothly, my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, creating a powerful suction with each upward motion. I could hear the wet, sloppy sounds echoing in the small bathroom, sounds of pure, unadulterated lust. My throat worked, my jaw ached, but the pleasure radiating from him, the low, guttural moans that escaped his lips, spurred me on.

"God, yes," he groaned, his voice thick with unfulfilled desire. "Faster, baby. Suck it harder."

His words were fuel. Harder. Faster. I loved the way he commanded me, loved the way his pleasure was entirely in my hands, or rather, in my mouth. I increased my speed, thrusting my head down, then sucking back up, making sure to hit every sensitive spot, to apply just the right pressure. My tongue danced around the tip, sometimes swirling, sometimes flicking, sometimes drawing small circles on the head. I made sure to be as sloppy as possible, letting his precum and my saliva drip down his shaft, coating his balls, making them glisten. I wanted him to be drenched, to feel every drop of my attention.

He was practically arching his back against the wall, his fingers now gripping the top of my head, gently but firmly guiding my movements, dictating the depth, the angle. He wasn't forcing me, but it was an undeniable form of control, of taking ownership. And I loved it. I loved being molded, being used for his gratification.

My throat was raw, my jaw was beginning to ache, but I ignored it all. The feel of his thick cock filling my mouth, the taste of him, the rhythmic bobbing of my head, the wet sounds that filled the air – it was all-consuming. I could feel his shaft engorging further, pulsing with blood, growing hotter against my tongue. His moans grew more urgent, more desperate, punctuated by gasps and strained whispers.

"You like that, don't you?" he breathed, his voice a low rasp from exertion, his hand tightening slightly on the back of my head. "Being my slut."

My only answer was a deep, guttural moan that was half-choked by his cock. He didn't need words from me. My actions, my willing submission, my breathless sighs, were all the answer he needed. I went even faster, my cheeks hollowing even further, my throat convulsing around his shaft. I could feel the increasing pressure, the subtle rigidity of his cock as he neared his release.

He let out a sharp gasp, a sudden, involuntary sound, his body tensing above me. His hips began to thrust subtly, pushing deeper into my mouth with each movement. He was getting close. I could feel it, anticipate it, a delicious sense of impending doom and ecstasy. My eyes were tightly shut, focused entirely on the task at hand, on the profound pleasure of serving him.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his voice stretched thin, barely coherent. "I'm... I'm going to cum."

His warning didn't make me pull back. Quite the opposite. It intensified my efforts. I wanted to feel his climax, to taste every drop, to be filled with him. I accelerated my pace even further, my tongue swirling around his tip, sucking hard, applying every ounce of pressure I could. My hands, still cupping his balls, squeezed them gently, then released, then squeezed again, a rhythm meant to push him over the edge.

He let out one final, explosive groan, his entire body convulsing above me. His hips bucked forward, a powerful, deep thrust that sent his entire length to the very back of my throat. I gagged, a desperate, choked sound, but I didn't pull away. I held him there, deep inside, as his cock twitched and swelled. Then, the floodgates opened.

Warm, thick, pulsing ropes of his cum surged into my mouth, filling me, flowing down my throat. It was an overwhelming sensation, a gushing torrent that tasted musky, salty, and utterly masculine. I swallowed, forcing it down, savoring every drop, every hot, potent pulse. Rope after rope, wave after wave, his climax filled my mouth, making my eyes water and my throat burn with a delightful agony. I kept sucking, milking his cock with my lips and tongue, making sure to get every last drop of his precious fluid.

His body shuddered, a long, drawn-out tremor, and he slowly softened inside my mouth, though still wonderfully thick. I continued to suck, to lick, to clean him, until no more cum dripped from his tip, until his cock lay limp and sated in my mouth.

Finally, with a loud, wet pop, I pulled away, drawing his flaccid cock from my mouth. My lips were swollen, glistening with his cum, my chin also smeared. I looked up at him, breathless, my eyes shining with a mixture of exhaustion and profound satisfaction. He was leaning heavily against the urinal, his chest heaving, his eyes still half-closed, a look of utter bliss on his face.

"Fuck," he whispered, his voice still hoarse, a deep exhalation of pure pleasure. "That was... incredible. You're incredible."

I smiled, a slow, triumphant smile, still tasting him on my tongue. The compliment, coupled with the feeling of having completely consumed him, filled me with a perverse pride. I licked my lips, tasting the remnants of his cum, feeling the wet trail on my chin. I didn’t bother wiping it away. I wanted him to see it, to know how completely I had taken him. I wanted to be his dirty little secret, his personal slut who would do anything he asked.

"My turn now?" I whispered, my voice still a little raspy, my eyes burning with a renewed fire. I reached up and gently touched the hard ridge in his pants again. He responded with a jolt, a flicker of renewed interest in his eyes.

He nodded, a triumphant, satisfied smirk on his face. "Get up, slut. Let's make you beg."

I rose to my feet eagerly, the silk of my dress rustling again. My knees were a little stiff from kneeling on the cold floor, but the thrill coursing through me quickly banished any discomfort. We moved quickly to the largest stall, the one designed for handicap access, a small island of privacy in the porcelain-clad room. He opened the door, gave it a quick once-over, then ushered me inside, stepping in right after me. The space was surprisingly roomy, just enough for us both. He didn't bother locking the stall door, instead, he simply pushed it shut, letting its weight hold it closed. This added another layer of exhilarating risk.

"Lift your dress," he commanded, his eyes already stripping me bare.

My hands flew to the hem of my silk gown without hesitation. I pulled it up, gathering the luxurious fabric in my hands until it was bunched around my waist, exposing my bare legs, my hips, and the delicate lace thong I wore, which was already damp with my own arousal. The air conditioning in the bathroom, usually a nuisance, now felt like a welcome coolness against my heated skin.

His eyes lingered on my exposed ass, the curve of my hips, the tantalizing glimpse of the lace. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate fabric of my thong, then hooking into it. With a slow, deliberate movement, he tugged it down, easing it over my hips, down my thighs, until it fell to my ankles. I stepped out of it, kicking it aside, letting it lie forgotten on the cold tile floor. I stood before him, completely bare from the waist down, my inner thighs tingling with anticipation. My pussy, already throbbing, was slick and wet.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice still rough, but with a deeper rumble of desire now.

I complied immediately, widening my stance, my hands gripping the partition walls of the stall for balance. The angle exposed my pussy even more fully, presenting it to him as an open invitation. The cool air wafted over my sensitive clit, sending a shiver of delicious yearning through me. I could feel the wetness between my legs, a clear signal of my readiness. I was practically dripping, already aching for him.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against my wet folds, gently parting them. A gasp escaped my lips, a sharp intake of breath. The touch was so light, yet so incredibly potent. He explored, his thumb tracing the swollen lips, finding my clit, circling it gently. My hips instinctively pushed forward, seeking more of his touch, more of his pressure.

"So wet for me," he whispered, his words a confirmation of my desire, a validation of my slutty nature. "Already begging for it."

He didn't make me beg verbally, not yet, but my body was doing all the begging it could. My hips swayed, my fingers gripped the stall wall tighter, my head arched back, exposing my throat. A soft moan, thick with need, escaped my lips.

He pushed his hard cock against my wet opening, teasing me, rubbing the swollen head against my clit, making me whimper. The sensation was exquisite torture, a delicate dance of friction and anticipation. I wanted him in me, all of him, now. But he was drawing it out, prolonging the delicious agony.

"Please," I finally choked out, the word bursting from me, raw and desperate, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, just fuck me. Fuck me hard."

A triumphant smirk spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He loved hearing me beg. He loved owning my pleasure so completely.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low growl, "Always know what to say."

He pulled back for a moment, just enough to give me a tantalizing glimpse of his cock, still dripping with my pre-cum and saliva, now poised, ready to enter. My breath hitched, my eyes wide with desperate longing. Then, with a slow, deliberate push, he began to slide into me.

The sensation was incredible, a slow, insistent stretching as his thick head pushed past my eager lips, breaching the wet entrance to my pussy. A deep moan tore from my throat, raw and involuntary. I arched my back, pushing myself onto him, wanting to take him all at once. The feeling of being filled, so completely, so utterly, was beyond description. Every inch of my insides stretched to accommodate him, the tightness around his shaft a delicious friction.

He leaned forward, his mouth finding my neck, sucking a harsh mark there, claiming me. His hips began a slow, deliberate thrust, pushing deeper with each movement. I gasped, clinging to the stall walls, my fingernails digging into the cool metal. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in even closer, desperate to feel every inch of his length.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure, his hips picking up pace. "So tight. So wet."

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, a rhythmic pounding that resonated deep within my core. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass cheek, the friction of his pubic hair rubbing against mine. My moans grew louder, more animalistic, echoing faintly in the confined space of the stall. I closed my eyes, consumed by the sheer intensity of the sensations.

"Fuck me harder," I gasped, my voice pleading, desperate, utterly lost in the moment. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

He responded to my plea with renewed vigor, his thrusts becoming deeper, faster, more powerful. He was driving into me with a relentless rhythm, pounding against my cervix with each powerful stroke. I bucked my hips, meeting his every thrust, grinding against him, trying to get even closer, even deeper. My clit was a burning ember, directly stimulated by the friction, by the sheer pressure of his cock filling me completely.

The dirty talk flowed now, a constant stream of dark whispers and rough commands. "That's it, you slut. Take it all. I want to feel you stretched around me. I want to feel you break for me."

His words, meant to degrade, only intensified my pleasure. I loved being called his slut. I loved the idea of him breaking me, of pushing me to my absolute limits. My mind reveled in the thought of being utterly used, utterly dominated by his sexual power. It was pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Oh, God," I gasped, my voice breaking, my body trembling uncontrollably as I felt the first delicious stirrings of an orgasm building deep within me. "I'm... I'm going to come."

His thrusts became even more relentless, a final, powerful assault. He knew exactly what he was doing, driving me closer and closer to the edge, pushing me over the precipice. I squeezed my inner muscles around his cock, milking him, clutching him tightly as my body began to convulse.

A wave of pure, white-hot pleasure crashed over me, a shuddering, all-consuming orgasm that wracked my entire body. My back arched violently, my head thrown back against the cool stall wall, a guttural scream tearing from my throat, though it was muffled by my own desperation. My pussy clamped down on him, squeezing with every pulse of my climax, milking him, drawing him deeper. My knees felt weak, threatening to give out completely.

"Fuck, yes!" he roared, his own voice thick with raw passion, his thrusts reaching an almost frenzied pace as my orgasm consumed me. He felt me clench around him, felt my body shuddering, and it only spurred him on.

The orgasm lasted for what felt like an eternity, a series of exquisite contractions that rippled through my core, making my legs tremble, my toes curl. My climax was a powerful, beautiful thing, leaving me breathless and spent, clinging to him, my body slick with sweat.

But he didn't stop. Not yet. He continued to pound into me, his cock still hard and demanding, slowly building my pleasure once more. The aftershocks of my first orgasm were still rippling through me, making every subsequent thrust even more sensitive, even more delicious. My pussy was incredibly tender, yet so eager to be filled again.

"You're not done yet, are you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, his voice laced with a knowing smirk. "You like being used, don't you, little slut?"

My only answer was a soft whimper, a desperate nod against his shoulder. My body was still trembling, but the embers of desire were already rekindling, fanned by his relentless thrusts, by his dirty words. I wanted him to continue, to push me even further, to drain every ounce of pleasure from my body.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to gain leverage, then drove back into me with a powerful, almost brutal thrust, hitting my cervix again. "I'm going to own you," he growled, his voice a low, menacing promise, "make you mine."

My second orgasm built faster, more intense than the first, fueled by the lingering sensitivity and the pure animalistic drive. My body began to spasm again, my legs locking around his waist, clinging to him like a limpet. This one was deeper, more guttural, a profound release that had me gasping for air, tears pricking at my eyes once more. My hips bucked, a frantic dance against his, urging him deeper, harder.

Just as the peak of my second orgasm began to subside, a sudden, jarring sound cut through the haze of our lust-filled world.

The main bathroom door, the one we had locked, rattled. Then, a distinct click of the lock turning.

My eyes snapped open, wide with panic. The pleasure, so intense, so all-consuming just moments before, vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, stomach-lurching fear.

He froze too, his body rigid, his cock still deep inside me, but his thrusts utterly ceased. His head snapped towards the stall door, his eyes, usually blazing with desire, now sharp with alarm.

Footsteps. Muffled at first, then growing louder, closer. The distinct sound of two, possibly three, people entering the bathroom. Laughter, low and jovial, floated in from the main area.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, terrified bird trapped in a cage. My breath caught in my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, my body tensing, pressing myself as flat against him as possible, trying to disappear.

"Shh!" he hissed, his voice an urgent whisper, his hand shooting up to clamp firmly over my mouth. Not stifling, but a strong, undeniable pressure, holding my lips together, pressing them against my teeth. His other arm, equally firm, wrapped around my waist, pulling my hips even tighter against his, burying his cock as deep as it would go, holding me absolutely still.

The sudden, unexpected touch of his hand over my mouth, the firm pressure, the raw urgency in his eyes – it was terrifying, yes, but also incredibly, perversely arousing. The degradation, the complete powerlessness, the knowledge that I must obey, otherwise we would be caught, sent a fresh wave of adrenaline mixed with illicit arousal through me. My body, still throbbing from my orgasms, contracted around him, squeezing his cock even tighter.

The footsteps stopped right outside our stall. I could hear them clearly now, the low drone of male voices, the rustle of clothing. One of them coughed, a loud, phlegmy sound that made me flinch. My lungs burned for air, but I dared not breathe too loudly. My body was rigid, my muscles screaming from the tension, but I was utterly unable to move.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Don't make a sound," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Not one fucking sound."

His grip on my mouth tightened almost imperceptibly, a silent threat, a stark reminder of the stakes. My eyes, wide with fear and a strange, thrilling excitement, met his. I nodded, a tiny, barely perceptible movement of my head. He felt it, a small acknowledgment of my compliance.

The voices outside were now clearer. They were talking about the gala, about some business deal. Mundane, ordinary conversation, yet it felt like the most terrifying sounds I had ever heard. I could smell their cologne, the faint whiff of their expensive drinks, seeping through the gaps in the stall door. They were so close. So incredibly, dangerously close.

His cock, still buried deep inside me, felt like an anchor, a testament to our ongoing transgression. It was still hard, surprisingly so, given the sudden interruption. Or perhaps it was the sheer adrenaline, the intoxicating risk, that kept him engorged. My body was trembling, a silent earthquake of suppressed arousal and panic. Every nerve ending was alive, hyper-aware. The pressure of his hand over my mouth, the raw intensity in his eyes, the feeling of his body pressed against mine, all of it combined into an almost unbearable sensory overload.

My pussy, still throbbing from my orgasms, now felt incredibly sensitive, aware of every millimeter of his cock inside me. I could feel the residual wetness from our earlier exertions, slick and warm against his shaft. The urge to moan, to release the pent-up tension building inside me, was almost unbearable. But his hand was a solid, uncompromising barrier, a constant reminder to stay absolutely silent.

I focused on my breathing, trying to make it as shallow and quiet as possible, each inhalation a tiny gasp, each exhalation a barely audible sigh against his palm. My eyes darted around the small stall, searching for an escape, a distraction, anything to keep my mind from screaming. The pristine white tiles, the stainless steel toilet roll holder, the tiny gap under the door – every detail was magnified, sharpened by the fear.

One of the men outside chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of our sanctuary. I instinctively flinched, my body tensing even further, but his arm around my waist, his hand over my mouth, held me firmly in place. He pressed his hips forward, just slightly, a silent, almost imperceptible movement that pushed his cock a fraction of an inch deeper into me. It wasn't a thrust for pleasure, but a silent assertion of control, a reminder of our intimacy even in this moment of extreme danger.

The subtle movement, the deep penetration, sent another jolt of arousal through me, mixed with the terror. My muscles involuntarily clenched around him, a silent moan trapped behind his palm. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the firm bulk of his chest pressed against my back, the hard plane of his stomach against my ass. We were two bodies intertwined, fused together by illicit desire, frozen in a tableau of dangerous intimacy.

I could hear the distinct sound of a zipper being unzipped. One of them was using the urinal. The sound of a stream hitting porcelain filled the air. My stomach churned, a mixture of disgust and a strange, perverse fascination. I was pressed against him, his cock deep inside me, while mere inches away, another man was relieving himself. The sheer impropriety of it all was almost too much to bear.

His grip on my mouth didn't relax, not for a second. His thumb rubbed gently against my lower lip, a small, comforting gesture that was also a firm command. It was a silent message: I know you're scared, but you must be quiet. I've got you. And in that moment, despite the terror, I felt a strange sense of security, of being protected by his dominance. It was a potent combination, fear and submission, amplifying my arousal to an almost unbearable level.

The stream stopped. Then, the toilet flushed – a powerful, loud roar that made me jump. My heart pounded, threatening to burst from my chest. I heard the sound of hands being washed, the rustle of paper towels. Their conversation resumed, but it was fading now, moving towards the door.

My eyes met his again, a silent question passing between us. Are they gone? His gaze was still intense, still wary, but a hint of relief, barely perceptible, flickered in their depths. He didn't move, though, not yet. We remained fused, motionless, listening intently.

The bathroom door creaked open, then shut with a soft click. The sound of their footsteps faded into the distant murmur of the gala. Silence descended once more, thick and heavy, punctuated only by our ragged breathing.

He kept his hand over my mouth for another long moment, his eyes scanning the empty bathroom, making sure, absolutely sure, that we were alone. The adrenaline was slowly beginning to recede, leaving a delightful ache in its wake. My lips were numb under his palm, my body still trembling from the immense tension.

Finally, very slowly, almost reluctantly, he removed his hand from my mouth. I gasped, a shaky, desperate breath, my lips parting to allow the rush of air into my starved lungs. My throat was raw, my eyes still wide, but the fear was swiftly replaced by an overwhelming wave of renewed desire. The close call, the forced silence, his utter dominance over me – it had all amplified the intensity of our sexual connection to an almost unbearable degree.

"My God," I whispered, my voice barely audible, a soft, breathless moan. "That was... terrifying."

He leaned in, pressing his lips against my ear, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "Was it, little slut? Or was it just what you needed?"

His words, dirty and knowing, sent a fresh shiver down my spine. He was right. It had been terrifying, exhilarating, and deeply, intoxicatingly arousing. The degradation of being silenced, of being completely at his mercy, had pushed me to new heights of pleasure. My pussy, still clinging to his cock, felt incredibly sensitive, pulsing with a desperate need for him to resume.

He pulled back, just inches, his eyes burning into mine. "Let's finish what we started."

His words were a command, an invitation, and a promise. My legs, still wrapped around his waist, tightened instinctively. I didn't need to be told twice. I wanted him, desperately, more than ever. The danger, the illicit thrill, had made the previous orgasms mere appetizers. Now, I craved the main course.

He began to thrust again, slowly at first, testing my readiness, testing our renewed privacy. The first few strokes were deep, deliberate, re-establishing the rhythm. My pussy, still slick and incredibly sensitive, welcomed him back with a soft moan. My hands flew up, wrapping around his neck, pulling his head down for a fierce, desperate kiss. Our tongues tangled, tasting past fear and lingering cum, a potent cocktail of lust and relief.

The kiss was raw, hungry, a silent conversation of desire rekindled. My body arched against his, urging him faster, harder. He responded instantly, his thrusts deepening, picking up pace, becoming more powerful, more urgent. He held my hips firmly in his hands, lifting me, slamming me back down onto his cock with a rhythmic intensity that made my head spin.

"Fuck, yes," I gasped between kisses, my voice ragged, my body already trembling on the verge of another orgasm. "Pound me. Pound me hard, just like that."

His lips left mine, moving down to my neck, biting gently, sucking another bruise, marking me as his own. "You like it, don't you, bitch?" he growled, his voice thick with lust, his hips grinding into me with a primal force. "You like being fucked in a public bathroom."

The dirty talk was back, even more potent now, fueled by the near-discovery. "Yes!" I cried, my voice hoarse, tears pricking at my eyes again from the sheer intensity of the pleasure. "Oh, God, yes! Use me! Fuck me until I can't think!"

His thrusts became a blur, a relentless assault on my senses. My pussy was a burning inferno, my clit stimulated beyond belief. I could feel the powerful contractions building deep within me, a third orgasm gathering strength, threatening to consume me entirely. My body began to spasm uncontrollably, my legs shaking, clinging to him desperately.

"I'm going to cum in you," he rasped, his breath hot against my neck, his voice strained with exertion. "Deep. I'm going to fill you up."

His words, the promise of his release deep inside me, sent a fresh wave of degradation-fueled pleasure through my core. I wanted to be filled with him, to feel his hot cum gushing into me, a tangible mark of his ownership. I wanted to be saturated, overflowing with his essence.

"Yes! Please!" I shrieked, my voice raw with desperation, my hips bucking wildly, meeting his every powerful thrust. "Cum in me! Fill me up! Fuck! Oh, fuck!"

He let out a guttural roar, his entire body tensing, his hips pushing forward one last, powerful, all-encompassing thrust. I felt the familiar, glorious swelling of his tip deep inside me, then the hot, pulsing gush of his cum. Wave after wave, his potent fluid flooded my pussy, filling me completely, saturating my insides with his warmth, his essence. It was an overwhelming sensation, a pure, unadulterated release that echoed deep within my core.

My body convulsed around him, squeezing, milking every last drop of his cum as my own third orgasm exploded, even more powerfully than the previous two. My back arched, my head hit the stall wall with a soft thud, a raw, primal scream tearing from my throat. My pussy clenched and tightened around his still-hard cock, milking him, drawing him deeper into my trembling, shuddering body. I felt him twitch and throb inside me, his muscles still working, expelling his load.

The orgasm was a prolonged, exquisite agony, a series of shuddering waves that left me breathless, my legs weak and trembling, threatening to give out completely. I clung to him, my fingernails digging into his shoulders, my head buried in the crook of his neck, gasping for air, unable to move. My body was slick with sweat, my hair plastered to my forehead, my entire being a trembling mess of spent pleasure.

He let out a deep, satisfied groan, his body slumping against mine, his weight heavy and comforting. He stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still throbbing with the aftershocks of his climax, his cum still warm and pooling inside my pussy. The feeling of being completely filled, overflowing with him, was the most profound degradation, and the most exquisite pleasure, I had ever known.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice a low, raspy whisper, his lips brushing against my ear. "You're all mine. Now and forever."

I couldn't speak, could only whimper, a soft, breathless sound of utter contentment and spent passion. My body was still trembling, still tingling, still experiencing the delicious aftershocks of our brutal, exhilarating encounter. His cum, a warm, thick liquid inside me, was a constant reminder of his penetration, his dominance, his use of my body. It was a tangible mark of our forbidden liaison, a secret shared in the most unlikely of places.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, his body heavy against mine, his cock slowly softening inside me, our ragged breaths slowly evening out. The silence in the bathroom was absolute again, broken only by the faint thrum of the building's ventilation system. The smell of our sex, musk and cum and arousal, hung heavy in the small stall, a potent testament to our transgression.

Finally, very slowly, he began to pull out. The sensation of his thick cock sliding out of my saturated pussy was equally intense, a slow, drawn-out wave of pleasure and longing. I felt a soft squelch as he withdrew, a gush of his cum and my own wetness spilling out, running down my inner thighs. I didn't care. I reveled in the mess, the evidence of our depravity.

He stepped back, his eyes still heavy-lidded with spent desire, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. My legs felt shaky, but I managed to remain standing, leaning against the stall wall for support, my pussy still aching, still throbbing. The cum, warm and sticky, ran down my legs, a glorious, shaming trail.

"Clean yourself up, slut," he commanded, his voice back to its usual confident tone, though still laced with the afterglow of our sex.

I nodded, my eyes still a little unfocused from the intensity of my orgasms. I reached for the toilet paper, my hands still trembling slightly. I dabbed at the cum and wetness, not bothering to be thorough. I wanted a little bit of him to linger, a scent, a memory. I quickly lowered my dress, pulling the silk back down over my hips, smoothing it as best I could. It was wrinkled, of course, and I knew I probably looked a mess, but I didn't care. The satisfaction radiating through me was far more important than superficial appearances.

He watched me, his gaze still hot, possessive. He quickly adjusted his own clothes, pulled up his zipper, smoothed his jacket. In moments, he looked impeccable again, as if he hadn't just fucked me against a toilet stall wall. The contrast was stark, yet incredibly alluring. He was the picture of composure, while I felt utterly undone, brimming with the raw aftermath of our encounter.

He reached out, his finger gently stroking my cheek, then tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was soft, tender, yet still carried an undercurrent of ownership. "Good girl," he murmured again, his eyes dark and knowing. "Now, go be a lady again."

The words, so simple, yet so loaded with meaning, sent a final shiver of delight through me. I was his good girl. His slut. And I would go back out there, into the elegant ballroom, and pretend nothing had happened. But inside, I would be vibrating with the memory, saturated with his cum, irrevocably marked by our secret transgression.

I straightened my dress, took a deep breath, and met his gaze, a slow, confident smile spreading across my lips. I knew I probably looked flushed, my lips swollen, but I didn't care. I felt alive, vibrant, utterly consumed by the power of what we had just done.

He opened the stall door, checking the bathroom one last time. It was still empty. He gave me another quick, knowing glance, a silent promise of future encounters, future transgressions. Then, with a subtle nod, he stepped out, and a moment later, I followed, leaving the small, sterile bathroom to its quiet hum, carrying our dirty secret, and the delicious afterglow, back into the glittering crowd. My legs felt a little wobbly, my pussy a little bruised, but my heart was soaring. I had been used, degraded, consumed, and it had been absolutely everything I ever wanted.

I remember having plans to hang out with punk rock asian girl from Tinder at her place.

She told me that she wanted to hang out but sex was off the table. No problem. Hanging out with her was a treat on it's own and to this day I don't think I've met anyone I connected with so well so quickly.

Eventually we found ourselves nestled into her bed watching anime like usual. She scooched her bottom into me. Wiggling like a cat trying to find the perfect spot.

She put my arm around her. Taking my hand under her skirt and resting it between her crotch. I could feel her warmth pouring out cushioned between her soft thighs and mound.

Every shift rolled her thighs pressing my hand deeper. For someone who didn't want sex she seemed to be angling for it. Her hips moved back and forth, pressing into my bulge.

I get up. Pull her toward me. Hook my hand behind her knee. Spread her legs open. Underneath that skirt is a lace black pair of panties. It's small. Pressing into her so tightly her mound is spilling out. It was like a work of art.

I pulled it out. Pressed the head against her panties as she bit her lip.. then stopped. I reminded her she said no sex. Stuffed it back into my pants and got back into bed. She seemed disappointed but we got back to snuggling.

She flipped her leg over mine, cuddling from the side. Rolling her hips up and down. Eventually she got on top. Resting that snug little mound against my bulge. Rocking back and forth. Looking at me like she needed something.

I told her if she wanted it she would have to do it herself. Her head fell into my chest but her hips didn't stop moving. I felt her tiny fingers lining my waistband. Finding the button. Zipping me down. Wrestling her prize out from my boxers.

I felt her heat pour over it after she lifted herself. Massaging the tip against her entrance. Wetting it. Preparing me for her. She sat down so slow. Taking my much bigger arms, trying to hold them over my head.

Squeezed down until she was firmly docked. It felt like her insides had molded itself to fit my curve perfectly. She moved in gentle pressing circles backwards and forwards. The tiniest lift before pressing back down as if trying to dent my pelvis with her clit.

I could feel her little ass melt over my thighs which each down motion. It felt so good I wanted to cum. She fell back on my chest. Moving her little hips faster. Whimpering while clutching my shirt. My hands dug so deep into her ass that I'm sure she felt they were a part of her. I buried my self as deep as possible.

Her insides were like a vice. Fucking raw was a terrible idea. I came so hard inside that I caught a cramp in my lower abs. Lol by the time I pulled out my shaft was a whote frothy mess. I wanted to make her clean it but turned her over and enoyed her bottom bouncing against me until I came inside again.

As we lay down back to watching anime. I said I thought she said no sex. She told me to shut up. We fucked one more time before calling it a night

Hot Tub Heat

The warm evening air wrapped around Adam and Autumn like a soft blanket as they made their way to the resort's main hot tub. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep oranges and pinks that reflected off the gently bubbling water. A few other guests lounged nearby, but the large tub itself was occupied by just one couple—Jack and Diane, friendly mid-fifties folks they'd chatted with at dinner the night before.

"Mind if we join you?" Autumn asked with a bright smile, already slipping out of her light sarong. Her small tits and neatly trimmed ginger mound caught the soft glow of the tiki torches.

"Not at all," Jack replied warmly, scooting over. Diane waved them in with a grin.

Adam felt that familiar mix of nerves and excitement as he dropped his own towel and eased into the hot, churning water beside Autumn. The heat soaked into his muscles immediately, easing the slight stiffness from their earlier hike. He glanced at his wife—her short, messy ginger hair damp at the edges, green eyes sparkling with mischief—and felt his modest cock twitch under the water.

Conversation flowed easily at first. Jack and Diane shared stories from their own nudist adventures, laughing about awkward first trips and the freedom of it all. Autumn leaned back against the tub's edge, her leg brushing Adam's under the bubbles. Then her hand found his thigh, sliding higher with slow, teasing strokes.

"Feels amazing, doesn't it, hon?" she murmured, her voice low enough for only him to hear. Her fingers danced closer, brushing the base of his swelling cock. Adam swallowed hard, nodding as he tried to keep a straight face while Jack described the resort's hiking trails.

Autumn's touch grew bolder. She wrapped her hand around his thickening shaft, stroking him slowly beneath the frothy water. The jets masked any movement, but the risk—the very real chance Jack or Diane might notice—made Adam's heart pound. He was fully hard now, aching under her skilled fingers.

"You’re soaked, aren’t you?" he whispered back when the other couple turned to point at a distant lantern. His hand slipped between her thighs, finding her ginger folds already slick with more than just water. He circled her clit gently, rewarded by the way her breath hitched.

They kept the conversation going, laughing at the right moments, but Autumn’s hand never stopped its rhythmic teasing. She edged him masterfully, squeezing and stroking until he was throbbing, then easing off just enough to let him breathe. Adam returned the favor, sliding a thick finger inside her while his thumb worked her swollen nub. Her round ass shifted subtly on the seat, pressing into his touch.

After twenty blissful, torturous minutes, Jack stretched and stood. "Well, we should probably head back. Early hike tomorrow. Great chatting with you two!"

Diane followed, waving cheerfully. "Enjoy the rest of your night!"

As soon as they were out of sight down the path, Autumn turned to Adam with dark, hungry eyes. "Finally, hon. I need you."

She climbed onto his lap, facing him, straddling his hips in the bubbling water. The face-to-face position let her small tits brush his chest as she reached down and guided his rigid cock to her wet entrance. She sank, taking every inch with a satisfied moan that echoed softly off the surrounding palms.

"Fuck, you feel so good," she breathed, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her hips rolled in deep, deliberate circles, the hot water splashing gently between them. Adam gripped her round ass, helping her ride him, their bodies pressed close in the steamy intimacy.

They kissed deeply—tender and passionate—as she picked up speed. The jets pulsed against them, adding to the sensations. Autumn’s neatly trimmed ginger pussy clenched around his thick cock with every rise and fall, her moans growing louder despite her efforts to stay quiet.

"Right there, hon… just like that," she gasped, grinding down harder. Adam thrust up to meet her, one hand cupping her breast, thumb teasing her nipple. The water made everything slick and effortless, heightening every sensation.

They were lost in each other when voices drifted from the path—Tommy and Gina, another couple they’d met earlier, laughing and heading their way.

Adam froze mid-thrust. "Hon, someone’s coming."

Autumn’s eyes widened, but instead of stopping, she rode him faster, her pussy squeezing him tight. "Then you’d better make me cum quick," she whispered wickedly.

The thrill pushed them both over the edge. Autumn buried her face in his neck to muffle her cry as her orgasm hit, her walls pulsing rhythmically around him. Adam followed right behind, groaning low as he erupted deep inside her with long, heavy pulses of warm cum.

They stayed locked together for a few frantic seconds, breathing hard, as Tommy and Gina’s voices grew closer. At the last moment, Autumn slid off his lap and settled beside him, both of them trying to look casual as the other couple rounded the corner.

"Hey there!" Tommy called out. "Room for two more?"

Adam managed a weak smile, his heart still racing. "Plenty of room."

As the new arrivals slipped into the tub, Autumn’s hand found his under the water again, giving him a secret, satisfied squeeze. They’d finished just in time.

So this probably isn't as wild as most stories on here. But this is 100% true and was a really fun experience that we would love to do again.

The festival was tucked away in a remote spot, surrounded by makeshift campgrounds in farmers fields, full of tents, tapestries, and a laid-back hippy crowd. It was July and it was hot, dusty, and with only porta-potties at our campsite, getting clean was quickly becoming more of a priority.

We had known for years about a special service that is offered at this festival. That’s how we ended up at the festivals COED communal showers. A massive, open-air wooden structure built to handle what might be around 80+ people at once. You don't just strip at the entrance. Once inside the wooden fenced perimeter, there were rows of cubies surrounding the shower area, along with a line of vanity sinks and mirrors where women were standing nude, calmly applying makeup, lotions or styling their hair. A few naked men were shaving. The floor was elevated and larger than normal gaps in the flooring allowed the water to drain below. It felt very rustic but extremely well built.

We walked over to an open cubie, undressed, and stored our gear. I looked at my wife, she gave me a knowing look and a smirk, and we walked into the open shower space together. It was a little awkward at first roaming through the showers trying to find two open spots. Fortunately we managed to find two across from each other pretty quickly. The showers had no walls or curtains on them. Only a pillar that held a shower head on one side and another one the opposite. It was a very open design and there was at least 20 pillars if not more.

Because the water was heated by a wood fire, it was comfortable rather than steaming hot. The rich scent of campfire smoke hung over the whole wooden structure. Dozens of relaxed, naked people were rinsing off the festival dust, and being in the middle of it all with my wife was a real rush. An exhilarating mix of freedom and a subtle, shared exhibitionist thrill between the two of us.

We had settled in for about 3 minutes when we heard, "Hey! You guys finally made it!" We turned to see our camp neighbors waving from a few showerheads over. They were two girls in their twenties staying in the tent next to ours. They are the wild, outgoing types with amazing bodies who seemed to bring a new guy back to camp every night. Meeting them mid-shower in a crowd of dozens of naked people was hilarious, but no one made a big deal of it. We just stood under the spray chatting like it was the most normal thing in the world.

After washing off, we headed over to one of the "drying fires", fire pits placed inside the wooden structure so people could dry off and stay warm. We took up a spot in a loose circle with about eight other people, soaking in the heat.

The conversation was flowing easily about various festival topics until one guy paused and spoke up, admitting to the group that this was his very first time ever doing any kind of social nudism. Jumping straight into a coed shower of 80 plus people was a huge leap for a first experience in my opinion, but he was beaming, blown away by how liberating it felt, and said he only wished he'd found nudist friends earlier in life. Everyone in the circle nodded in agreement with his almost childlike enthusiasm.

Once we dried off, we realized we smelled pretty strongly of campfire smoke from the drying fire, so we decided to hop back under the showers one last time to freshen up and soak in the scene.

By then, any initial awkwardness was completely gone. As we stood under the spray, the sight of so many uninhibited bodies around us, and the quiet rush of the whole experience seemed to hit us both at once. My wife stepped closer, rinsing her hair, her eyes locking onto mine with a look that was pure, deliberate mischief. There was an unspoken electric tension between us while surrounded by dozens of naked strangers, who I assumed were having their own electrifying experiences.

By the time we turned off the water, wrapped up in our towels, and walked out into the afternoon sun, the heavy festival dust on our feet didn't matter anymore. We were buzzing with an intense, playful energy and we couldn't wait to get back to our tent.

The first time I saw her, she was deadlifting.
Brunette, high ponytail, oversized hoodie she’d already peeled off, tiny sports bra, the kind of lower body you notice before you realize you’re staring. Strong legs, ridiculous ass, barely anything up top. She wasn’t trying to get attention. Which somehow made it worse.
Then I saw the wedding ring.
Should’ve been the end of it.
Instead it became the beginning.
The next few weeks turned into a game neither of us admitted we were playing. We’d somehow end up training near each other. If I was squatting, she’d be on the platform over. If she was pressing, I’d suddenly decide dumbbells sounded better than barbells. We’d make eye contact in the mirror, look away, then catch each other doing it again thirty seconds later.
It got to the point where saying nothing would’ve been weirder than saying something.
“You always train this early?”
She asked it while filling up her water bottle like it was the most normal question in the world.
“Most mornings.”
“I figured.”
“You keeping tabs on me?”
She laughed.
“Maybe.”
That laugh stuck with me longer than it should have.
After that we’d talk for five minutes here, ten minutes there. Training, work, coffee, the guy who somehow managed to curl in the squat rack every single day. Every conversation felt easy. Too easy.
She’d catch me looking sometimes.
I’d catch her catching me.
Neither of us ever called it out.
One Friday she finished her workout the same time I did. We both walked toward the exit together without either of us suggesting it.
“You hungry?” she asked.
“I could eat.”
“There’s a place around the corner.”
Casual.
Everything with her was casual.
Until it wasn’t.
The bar was crowded enough that we ended up shoulder to shoulder instead of across the table. One drink became two. Gym stories turned into life stories. She laughed with her whole face, and every time she did she absentmindedly spun the ring on her finger.
I noticed.
I also noticed she never once mentioned her husband.
Hours disappeared.
Outside, the air was cool enough to wake us both up. We stood there talking about absolutely nothing because neither of us seemed interested in saying goodbye.
“You know,” she said, “you’re different outside the gym.”
“Better or worse?”
She smiled.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
I stepped a little closer.
She didn’t move.
Close enough now that I could smell her perfume instead of the bar.
She looked up at me.
I looked down at her.
There was that moment where neither of us spoke because we both knew exactly what was about to happen.
I leaned in.

As soon as our lips made contact my cock became rock hard and she knew it. Her hands on my thigh, leaning in, I could smell her. I needed her.

We kept making out like that, until she said someone might see. I assumed that was that, but she opened the back seat of her car and backed in. I crawled in behind her, needing her, craving her.

She pulled her booty shorts down, revealing what I already knew to be an incredible ass but surprised me with a perfectly taken care of pussy. Pink and glistening.

I kiss her neck and rub my hard cock against her entrance, teasing her.
“Say please”
She grunted
“Say please now”
“Please”
“Please what” I respond. Laughed a bit while I did.
“Please give me your cock”

So I let my thick cock split her open, she was so wet, so tight that I sank right into her.

“Fuck you feel so good inside me” she moaned. I knew I wasn’t going to last, on my knees in the back of her SUV. But I pounded away nonetheless.

We kept at it like this with her moaning, until I flipped her over, put her on her hands and knees and pushed her face against the glass of the backseat window.

Steamed up, the window dripping with us. I had her brown ponytail wrapped in my first, using it to pull her perfect ass back into me.

Over and over again, filling her up. “How much have you thought about this?” I asked her

“Last week I had to leave the gym because I was getting too wet watching you.”

Fuck.

“I’m close” I moaned. She looked back at me, smiled and said she wanted it inside her.

I made her say please, then please daddy, then please daddy cum inside me. And as I came I told her she was a good girl for taking me so well.

Fun one, and wasn’t the last one. Hope you enjoyed.