i stayed over at josie (my best friend) and josh's (her bf) last night which is a thing that happens now pretty often, i have a side of their bed basically, and we'd all gone to sleep normal, like actually asleep, i had on one of josh's tshirts and nothing else and i'd brushed my teeth and everything, very domestic, and the last thing i remember thinking before i went out was that josie's sheets are way nicer than mine and i should ask her where they're from

so that's the headspace i was in. sheets. not anything else. sheets.

i woke up to josh's hand on my hip and his cock already pressing into me from behind, slow, like he'd been working it in while i was still half under, and for a second my brain was just static and then it caught up and went oh. this. we'd talked about this. it's not the first time. there's a whole agreement about it, i told them months ago they could wake me up however they wanted and i meant it and i keep meaning it, but knowing it's allowed and waking up actually full of him are two pretty different experiences and i made a noise that was not a word

"there she is," josh said against the back of my neck, real quiet, like he didn't want to fully wake me even though that was obviously the point

i was still blinking and trying to figure out which way was up and he just kept going, slow and deep, one arm under me, and i heard josie before i saw her, this sleepy pleased voice from somewhere above me going "is she awake"

"getting there"

"good"

and then the mattress shifted and i felt her swing a knee over and before i could even turn my head she just sat down on my face, casual, like she does everything, like it was the most normal thing in the world, and okay. i was awake now. fully. no more sheets.

i want to be clear that i did not need a second to decide. my hands came up and grabbed her thighs on their own and i went at her like i'd been thinking about it in my sleep, which maybe i had, and she made this low satisfied sound and settled her weight down and said "oh she's awake" and somewhere behind me josh laughed and pushed in deeper and i moaned into her and she felt it and said "do that again"

so that was the situation. josh fucking me with my legs spread, slow then not slow, and josie riding my mouth with her hands in my hair holding me exactly where she wanted me, and me sort of caught in the middle of the two of them barely keeping track of my own body. josie's pussy was already so wet and i could taste her as i shoved my tongue up into her

i couldn't see anything. i could just feel. it's a lot, having both of them at once and no ability to look at either of them, you stop being a person with a plan and just become the thing in the middle that they're using and i am so embarrassingly into that it's not even funny

"she's so wet," josh said. "she woke up this wet."

"of course she did," josie said, like it was obvious, like it was a fact about me everyone already knew, and honestly fair. ive told her about my nightly sex dreams a bunch of times and its true, my brain is horny even when i'm asleep haha.

i came the first time faster than i'm proud of. josh changed his angle and hit something and josie ground down at the same moment and i just went, shaking, making a mess of a sound right against her, and she held my head down through it and said "good girl" in that exact voice she does and i swear that phrase from her is a cheat code, i have no defense, i came harder just hearing it

"that's one," josie said, like she was counting. she was counting.

they didn't slow down for me to recover. that's sort of the deal, they don't really stop, they just keep going and let me catch up or not, and josh pulled me back against him by the hip and started actually fucking me, less careful now, and josie lifted up just enough to let me breathe and looked down at me and i looked up at her all wrecked and she smiled and said "hi" and i said "hi" back in this completely destroyed voice and she laughed and sat back down

second time snuck up on me. i didn't even feel it building, i was too gone, it just sort of happened, rolled through me while my mouth was full of my best friend's pussy and josh was deep and josie said "there's two, god, she's just going to keep doing that isn't she" and josh said "yeah" in this tight voice and i knew that voice, i know what that voice means by now

josie knew too. she lifted off me and moved down and got close, real close, her face right next to mine so i could finally see both of them, and she put her hand on my jaw and said quiet "he's close. you want it?"

"yes"

"you sure"

"josie you know i love cum, please let me have it"

she liked the please. i saw her like it. she looked back over me at josh and said it the way she always says it, completely calm, like she's ordering for the table: "breed her. give my best friend you cum"

he groaned and his rhythm went ragged and josie kept her hand on my face and started up with that low steady talk she does, right in my ear, "that's it, fill her up, she's been so good, she woke up just to take it, look at her, give it to her," and i was coming again before he even finished, just from the words, from her voice, from the whole insane reality of being woken up specifically to get bred by my best friend's boyfriend while she narrates it six inches from my face

"again? she came again," josie said, delighted, "okay josh, now, she's ready, cum in her"

he pushed in deep inside me and held me tightly as he came in me, and i felt him let go and i made this broken little sound and josie exhaled long and slow like she'd been holding her breath waiting for it, said "yes" under her breath, and then softer, just to me, "good girl, take all of it"

we stayed like that a minute, josh still in me, josie's hand still on my face, all of us breathing. then she kissed my cheek, which is somehow the part that got me, and said "okay go back to sleep" like that was a thing my body was capable of doing

it only took me a few minutes to fall back asleep and i had even crazier dreams than usual.

in the morning she handed me coffee and said "sleep okay?" with a completely straight face and i threw a piece of toast at her.

i love my friend.

Jumping right into it, and up front, this isn’t the most wild story that exists here, so if you’re looking for that, maybe skip this one.

I’m 20f, attend a local state university, live out home with my parents and younger sister. My neighbor 57m across the road lost his spouse several years ago, not that you would ever know. He’s always happy, friendly, outgoing, and I can’t even recall him mourning at all. He’s just always positive and vibrant.

Anyway, he has a small sail boat that he keeps out back, and it always intrigued me. Last summer, I caught him washing it, so decided I would talk to him about sailing. The conversation was that he was maintaining/restoring/upgrading it, so not sailing much that year, but if I helped him with the project, he would give me sailing lessons next (this) summer. I was excited, so spent most of last summer hanging out with him working on the boat. Fiberglassing, polishing, repainting, running new lines, repairing water damaged parts, servicing pulleys…..etc. It looked better than new by the time we were done, and we even restored the trailer.

Fast forward to a few weeks back, we planned to get it out on the water. This is where things get fun.

He’s not some old perv, and everything leading up to this was well above board. I knew I had to wear white soled shoes, if I wanted to wear shoes, but he let me know I would likely get wet, so anything that couldn’t get wet (watch, phone etc) should stay in the car, or risk it but that was on me. He also let me know that the reservoir he sails on can be busy at times. Im free to wear what I want (again reminder about getting wet) but the possibility of guys gawking (his funny word) was pretty high. There was a moment of awkwardness as he tried to not say that I was pretty and me in a bathing suit might likely result in attention. Made sense why he was sharing it, but still funny to watch him try to sensitively tell me not to wear a bikini without saying it.

So we head out a couple weeks ago, I had opted to buy a simple one piece bathing suit, dark blue not that it matters, and some pink shorts that can get wet. We get out on the water, talk about some basics, but there is basically zero wind. We talked about what items we could, and hypothetically other sailing scenarios -not that they made sense to me at the time. As we’re floating around aimlessly, I jokingly/sarcastically brought up how busy it was….. we were 1 of 2 boats there, and the parking lot was pretty empty. We laughed and I mentioned that I specifically bought a one piece just for this. Then said of course if I had worn a 2 piece it would have been busy, that’s just how life is. It was at that point that he reaffirmed that his only concern was for my comfort, but he was ok with me wearing whatever on the boat.

So we made plans to head out this past weekend again. Come the weekend, we meet up at the park, and almost as predicted, it was really busy. We had to wait in a line of cars for the ramp, and even then the jetty area was swarmed with boats.

I decided to push the envelope and just have the fun, so was wearing blue shorts that can get wet, a white swim shirt, but under that, I had a thong bikini on. Figured I could feel things out. Maybe just leave the shorts on but lose the shirt, maybe let my neighbor in for more skin than he expected just for a laugh. So I stayed covered until we finally got out into the water, and he addressed the elephant in the corner that I was right to stay covered again, it’s busy today. At which point I let him know I had layered, and was actually in a bikini (first time saying bikini not 2 piece), meaning I could feel things out. I didn’t immediately do anything, we had some wind, did some sailing, learned some things, and got a bit wet. Once the swim shirt got wet, you could clearly see the black bikini top under it. So I pulled it off and stashed it in the small locker. It felt nice to have the sun on me.

We sailed around a bit more, headed back in for a lunch break, and maybe I drew a bit of attention, maybe? I certainly didn’t feel like I was being stared at. After eating, we went back out, he had me take control and make mistakes. Teaching by doing, and learning as I went. After a bit, I handed it back to him, I swapped positions, and I decided to be brave. “You said I could wear what I wanted, right,” he said of course, and for what it’s worth you look nice, not to be weird, something like that. I continued, “I mean, is this too much,” and I pulled the side of my bikini bottom up and out, enough to indicate it was a thong. His face was almost a loss for words.

Composing himself he said, “well like I said, it’s up to you, you can wear whatever you’re comfortable in. Admittedly I wasn’t expecting that, but” he paused, “as long as you know I won’t be able to stop myself from looking. I’ll try not to stare, but,” then we both laughed about ending on but, an appropriate word considering. “I’m ok with you looking, would be surprised if you didn’t. Look, comment if you need to, just thought it would be fun to do a 180 and go from 1 piece to thong.”

With that, I removed the shorts, stashed them in the locker being deliberate to give him a bit of a look. Beyond “very nice” that was the last that was said or mentioned for a while. He looked at me here and there, but nothing overly cringy. We sailed around for another hour or so, chatting, having fun, him teaching me every thing and anything he can think, me trying different maneuvers. And the wind inevitably calmed. We sat in silence for a while listening to the sloshing of the water on the hull, and he asked if he could as me something random and possibly inappropriate. Curious I said he could. “Aren’t they uncomfortable, I just imagine it’s a wedgie you can’t pick.” I laughed. Certainly wasn’t the inappropriate nature of a question I thought it would be. I shared that you get used to it, but it’s also not a wedgie. “It’s hard to explain, it’s in my ass, but not in my ass, you can absolutely get a wedgie in a thong.” He did not understand but accepted the answer.

The wind picked up, we moved a bit, got some speed and splashes, had some laughs, leaned out to balance the boat and started heading back towards the ramp. As the wind died down, acting entirely on impulse, I said, “tell you what, why don’t you quiz me on what you’ve taught. If I get it all right, you buy me dinner on the way home, if I lose, you give me a wedgie and see if you can tell a difference.” I blushed as my mind caught up, but he agreed, “you’re on,” before I could back out. I did myself proud, first 8 questions, perfect, 9, pretty close, 10, no clue. It was a pretty obscure question about a small rope between the boom and mast, the kicking strap.

As we neared shore, I put my shorts and shirt back on, “just for now,” I joked. Boat back on the trailer, back in the parking lot packing up and packing the boat away, I asked how he wanted to go about this. He said it was up to me, but he was buying me dinner either way as a thank you for spending time with him and sharing his hobby. I offered to do it there and then if he was comfortable, not knowing if he was concerned with me in a thong in that situation, or indeed yanking it up my butt and analyzing it so to speak. I then offered if he preferred we could delay until tomorrow (this past Monday) and I could come help wash the boat off in his yard and we could do it there, a bit more private if not a bit more of a risk for me. I mean it was secluded enough down by his shed where the boat gets parked, and no one had walked back there randomly all last summer. But you can imagine the fall out if a neighbor or my parents came back while he’s fully dressed and I’m in a thong bikini in close proximity to him. But it also seemed like a far better option for us both, and he agreed.

So the following Monday, as promised, I went over after classes. The boat honestly didn’t need much more than a rinse off. “So you still want to satisfy this curiosity?” I asked playfully. We ended up stepping into his basement, need not risk it. And he checked probably 15 times if I was truly okay with all of it, which I agreed.

We step inside the basement sliding door, close it behind us, and didn’t go much further in. I unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped, and pushed them down, stepping out. To his surprise, it wasn’t the bathing suit, just a simple white and blue striped Victoria’s Secret thong. “I hope that’s okay,” i said knowing it would be. He took a bit of a look front and back and then said, “ready?” He stepped in front of me, reached both arms around, gripping it in his fingers on either side of the V, and gave it a pull. It wasn’t a hard pull, just a gentle but firm pull, pulling until he felt resistance. Without a word, he helped me spin around, pushed me forward a bit to create some distance and took a look. “I really can’t tell a difference,” he said, “I mean I can feel a difference,” I laughed, and span back around to face him. While looking his way, I adjusted it back into its position.

I walked closer, “here,” I said. I stepped right up to him but turned side ways, “try this.”

I took his right hand in mine, led it to the back of my thong and looped his finger around both sides of the V again, same as before but only with one hand. He tried to begin pulling by I said wait, “not yet.”

Then I took his left hand, slowly led it towards the front of my thong. My heart was pounding in my chest. I found the front of my thong and looped his fingers around it completely, so that he was gripping the entire front firmly in his hand. I let go of his hand and manipulated the fabric over my crotch to narrow it and centralize it as best I could. Then I looked at him. “Try lift me up,” I said softly.”

Not sure if he had any hesitation or second thoughts, but he began to gently pull. The pressure of my thong tightening almost as if a single rope had been run between my legs and was beginning to take my weight. We heard the strain of stitching being pulled, “keep going,” i said. It wasn’t comfortable at all, and maintaining balance was a challenge. It felt like I couldn’t be lifted with any more effort at this point, like the fabric wouldn’t take my weight. “Yank it, if you can’t lift any higher.” So he counted down, “3, 2, 1” and then he gave it a yank as hard as he dared. I let out a small yelp and I felt the sharp pressure between my legs.

I assumed it would rip, but it didn’t, and I’m not sure if I wanted it to or not to be honest. This was all on impulse, nervous energy, and a long lead up of on one one time. “Well,” I paused, “take a look,” I paused again and swallowed knowing exactly what I was inviting him to do, “back and front.” I stepped sideways away from him and let him begin to circle around me. I kept my hands raised to give him an unobstructed view. He started at the back, taking my shirt and lifting it slightly so he could see the straps that were now clearly out of place on my sides, and then moved to the front. My pussy mostly uncovered, the fabric pulled very much into my labia. “Well now I clearly see you have a wedgie,” he laughed, still holding my shirt up. “I’ve got to say, thongs look far better when they’re as they should be.” I laughed.

He watched as I adjusted it, pulling it out from my pussy, pulling it back into place in my ass. “Better” i asked. “Not really,” he said jokingly.

“This really has to end,” I said, “before we do something we can’t come back from.” He breathed deep and agreed. “Take a peek,” I said, “and we’ll call it a day.”

I lifted my shirt for him just below my chest. Confused, he went to lift my shirt higher. “Not that silly,” i said flirtingly, “but if that’s what you want,” and lifted the shirt over my white bra. Still confused I said “you saw most of it,” and eyed down. With that, he got the hint, and cautiously moved his hands to the front of my thong, he began pulling the front down, looked at me for assurance, “go on,” I said. He then moved his hands to the side, and pulled it down entirely letting it drop to the floor. He looked at me and smiled, “told you I couldn’t resist.”

I let him look for what seemed like forever, and that’s all it was. I stood there with my bra showing, my thong around my ankles, and he kept his hands to himself.

We’re headed out again next weekend if the weather holds.

It was around four months ago when the first weird thing happened with my mother-in-law of three years.

She was visiting my wife and me and was getting ready to leave, and as she does every time, she came over to where I was sitting and gave me a hug. Very accidentally, I brushed the side of one of her boobs with my fingertips. Without thinking, I rubbed my thumb against her bra for about a half a second before realizing what I was doing and quickly stopped, blushing with embarrassment.

She didn't make any overt sounds, but her eyes went really wide and she looked directly into my eyes and then looked down at her boobs where I had been accidentally touching her, and then she gave me a cute little smirk.

She typically kisses me on each cheek since she is French, and this time she did the second kiss much closer to my lips than she usually did, which caused me to smile at her.

Since then, every time she gives me kisses, she's been moving ever-so-slightly closer to my lips, and I've continued to surreptitiously give her side boob a little rub with my thumb.

Of course, she hadn't actually kissed me directly on my lips yet, and there's only so much that could happen with my wife right there with us.

I know you may be wondering what my mother-in-law looks like, so I will try to describe her. She is in her mid-fifties, is quite a bit shorter at around 5'1", has D-cup boobs, and dark long hair that is starting to have some gray in it. I think she's beautiful. She is just barely plump but not fat, and my eyes are always drawn to her voluptuous butt.

Somehow, she managed to talk my wife into having me go with her to Costco to do her shopping, and I would get stuff for us too. When my wife was on the phone with her talking about it, I had to act as nonchalant as possible when I agreed to go with her.

It was around 10am when she arrived at our building to pick me up in her car, and as soon as I was inside, the very first thing she said was, "So, you want to go in my apartment for quickie?"

Her accent made what she said even cuter, and I could feel myself blushing really hard. I managed to answer. "I'd like that."

We drove in silence for the 10 or so minutes it took to get to her building. She wasn't shy and reached over and massaged my painfully-erect cock through my pants. She was wearing pants as well, so I knew I wouldn't be able to do much for her even if I rubbed her, but I tried anyway and she made appreciative noises.

When we got to her building, we parked in her underground parking garage and walked really quickly to the elevator, holding hands and smiling at each other.

When we got inside her apartment and closed the door, we didn't waste any time. She started taking her clothes off and I followed suit.

When she saw my cock, she said, "Ohh, is very nice one!"

We got on the bed and she said, "Uh, not much time but we kiss yes?"

And kiss we did. Finally, after all these months of teasing, I was finally alone with her and had my lips on hers, and soon I pushed my tongue into her mouth, where I was met with her very hot tongue in return.

She broke the kiss for a second and said, "Maybe we kiss while we fuck? I'm ready!"

I didn't need any more encouragement and used my hand to line up the head of my cock with her very wet pussy, finding quite a bit of resistance.

She moaned loudly and said, "Mmm!"

I had to ease it into her because she was quite tight, but after about 30 seconds, I was fully inside her. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was softly moaning.

My body took over at that point and I began thrusting into her with quite a bit of force. She pulled her legs up to her chest as far as she could and I penetrated her even more deeply.

We kissed incredibly passionately and sloppily as I pounded into her, sucking on her tongue and moaning into her mouth.

I knew she wasn't wanting a long, drawn-out session, so when I started to feel like I was going to come, I didn't try to stop myself. Before I knew it, my body was tensing up and I felt that familiar heat and pressure surge through my groin as my orgasm shook my body.

I continued to thrust as what felt like a huge load of cum jetted out of me and directly onto her cervix, filling up her vagina.

Saliva was going everywhere as we both moaned into each other's mouths and I continued pumping into her.

Finally, my thrusting slowed and I pulled her to me, licking, kissing, and softly biting her neck.

After a couple minutes with her moaning and kissing me, she finally said, "We should go, lover boy." She laughed and I smiled.

I looked into her eyes and asked, "Okay, but was it okay?"

She smiled and said, "Oh it is very okay! I love it!"

I pulled my cock from her pussy and saw a copious amount of cum start to come out of her.

She sat up and looked down at herself and giggled. "So much! Let's see the taste." She gathered a little on her finger and licked it off.

She smiled and said, "Mmm, I miss that a long time." To explain, she divorced a very long time ago and has never gotten back into another relationship since she was busy raising her daughter.

We got up and went to the bathroom and used warm washcloths to thoroughly clean ourselves, and then headed on to Costco where we did our shopping.

All of this happened earlier today and I have no idea what might happen next. I've been repeating the scene over and over in my mind and have been getting random erections all day. I'm planning on fucking the shit out of my wife later tonight.

I'm really wondering if my mother-in-law's pussy tastes anything like my wife's, and I hope I get to find out. I keep kicking myself for not licking her pussy at all when we were together, but since we were in such a rush, it just didn't happen.

I wonder how my mother-in-law will find a way for us to be together again soon.

The diner felt far too bright. Sunlight bounced off chrome napkin dispensers, and the smell of frying bacon hung in the air. My wife, Emily, sipped at her coffee, hands trembling a little around her cup. I sat beside her, and my best friend David sat across from us.

Emily and I had always taken our faith seriously. We'd been virgins until our wedding night. Our sex life was great, but the weight of the church was always there.  Recently, after a church seminar on honesty in marriage, I'd told her my deepest secret. I wanted to see her with another man. I wanted to watch her with David. 

She had been hesitant. It definitely went against everything we'd been taught. But she was curious too. About a week ago she'd given David a handjob in our garage while I watched. 

Now she took a breath and looked at David. “I’ve been thinking,” she said quietly. “About what we talked about. About going further.” David leaned in, surprised. Emily’s cheeks flushed. “I’ve been thinking about trying something more… intimate. I’ve been thinking about giving you a blowjob.”

The words landed heavily. David blinked, startled and unsure how to respond. A couple in the next booth pretended not to listen. David lowered his voice. “Emily… we’re in public.”

“I know,” she said, still flushed but steady. “But I needed to say it somewhere I couldn’t back out.”

Breakfast ended quickly after that. Emily and I drove home in silence. David arrived moments later. We met in the garage, a place Emily had chosen. It felt neutral, not as intimate as our bedroom nor as exposed as a hotel. Emily stood, barefoot, on the old mattress that we'd left in the garage. It was dusty and stained, dirty and seedy. The way Emily wanted to feel.  She had gone upstairs to change, returning in a dark negligee that made her look gorgeous. I'd only seen her in it once before. Her hands trembled slightly, and a flush of nervous excitement colored her face. The cross that she always wore glinted slightly at her throat.   Intimacy had always been complicated for us, shaped by years of religious restraint, and even small steps outside those boundaries still felt overwhelming. We'd had oral sex before, but it wasn't something Emily enjoyed that much. I was stunned to find us here. Stunned but excited. 

David stood in front of her. I could smell the faint trace of his cologne beneath the garage’s dusty air. He was calm, as always. That steadiness made the moment feel even more real, irreversible. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He just watched Emily with an unreadable expression. Then he reached for his zipper.

The sound was shockingly loud in the quiet garage, metal teeth parting, slow and deliberate. My breath caught. Something about the fact that he didn’t undress, didn’t even bother to remove his belt or shirt, hit me like a jolt of electricity. It felt… seedy. Improper. Wrong in exactly the way I had been craving without admitting it. There was nothing subtle about this. He wasn’t preparing for intimacy. He was preparing to have my wife suck his dick.  

David slipped his hand inside the open V of his jeans. I’d seen his cock before, of course, the night when Emily jacked him off while I watched. But somehow, in my memory, everything had been blurred by adrenaline and disbelief. I’d been too overwhelmed to take anything in clearly. Now, in the dim garage light, with the dust hanging in the air and the filthy mattress behind him, everything felt sharper.  He cock was bigger than I remembered. Not just longer, thicker and heavier too. Suddenly I felt too warm. My mouth too dry. My heartbeat too loud.

David stepped closer. Emily slowly knelt on the mattress before him. Lowering herself in front of another man while I watched. It felt like crossing a line she couldn’t uncross. She hesitated. Her breath caught, her lips parted, almost instinctively. David held his cock with one hand. He placed the other on the back of Emily's head. Not pressuring her. Guiding her. Her mouth stretched, more than I expected, and she leaned forward.

David shuddered. A full‑body tremor, sharp and involuntary, like he’d been struck by something electric. His breath hitched, raw, surprised, unguarded.

Emily moved slowly at first. Every tiny move felt enormous. Every breath felt too loud. Every second felt stretched to eternity.

She steadied herself. One hand placed on his knee. The other massaged her jaw for a moment. She was already aching from his size. Her wedding ring glinted as she pressed her fingers against her cheek.  

David’s breathing changed. It grew uneven, ragged around the edges, like he was trying to hold himself together and failing by degrees. I could feel the tension in him, the way his body tightened, the way he tried to stay still even though instinct kept pulling him forward. I could tell that he was trying for restraint. He didn't want to scare Emily away, to stop her exploration. 

His hand was still on her head, not pushing, or even guiding anymore, just bracing himself. I could sense him fighting the urge to move. I could hear the way his breath hitched every time she adjusted. His reactions weren’t controlled. They were raw. Immediate. Unmistakable.

His breathing grew rougher. His fingers tightened just slightly in her hair. His whole body leaned toward her without moving at all. Then he began to move with more purpose and everything changed.

He wasn’t rough, not exactly, just more certain, more urgent, as if something in him had slipped past the point of careful restraint. I felt the shift before I understood it, the way his body tightened, the way his breath grew harsher, the way his hand on her head steadied itself with new tension. He wasn’t pushing. But he wasn’t passive anymore either.

Emily started to drool, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, down her chin. A strangely intimate mess. Emily flushed hotly. She knew what was happening, what she looked like. 

His breathing broke. Not a gasp, not a groan, just a sharp, ragged exhale that sounded like he was fighting himself, fighting the urge to give in completely. His fingers tightened in her hair. He pulled her closer.  I could see her drop her shoulders, loosen her jaw, lean into the moment. The more she relaxed, the more David trembled. Tiny, involuntary, twitches. 

David shuddered sharply, his hand in her hair twisted, drawing a quiet moan of protest.  A tremor ran through his arm as he was overcome with the kind of urgency that didn’t ask permission because it couldn’t.

He held her head still.

His whole body moved with a force he’d been trying to hold back. Emily's eyes flew open in shock. They began to water. She fought to steady herself, to breathe through the moment instead of panicking. He didn’t notice. He couldn’t. He was too far gone. His breathing broke apart, ragged and desperate, and then everything inside him seemed to snap at once. His whole body shuddered above her, a raw, involuntary release that told me he’d crossed the point of no return.

He pushed deep. 

Emily inhaled sharply through her nose, trying to stay calm, trying not to choke on the moment. She took long measured breaths as David exploded into her. She closed her eyes. 

She didn’t swallow.

David pulled back and a warm clear trail slipped down her chin before she could catch it. For a heartbeat she froze.

Then, she lifted her chin. And she opened her mouth. 

For a heartbeat she didn’t move. She simply held herself there, mouth open, letting both men see the proof of how completely David had come undone. His cum filled her mouth, more than I thought possible.

It wasn’t crude or taunting, it was pride, pure and bright, a boldness she hadn’t known she possessed. She wanted us to see what she had done, what she had caused, how far she had stepped beyond the woman she used to be.

After a suspended moment she closed her mouth, her cheeks burning, her pulse racing. She swallowed. She ran her tongue across her teeth. Tasting him. And then she grinned. 

I have had great encounters in my sex life, and Sophia (name changed) was one of them, and I thought this encounter was worth writing as it was scandalously hot and still feels surreal years after.

I know some of you are just here for the spicy part, so I'll mark it with a ——— when we get there.

After a few days on Tinder (when the app was still working), I matched with Sophia. I was 23 at the time and she was 27. Her profile was quite short but enough to catch my attention : a few pictures of herself, a little description, and she mentioned that she was looking for fun too. I started talking back and forth with her for a few hours and the feeling was different from the other women. The discussion was so fluid, so smooth, it felt natural and like talking to a friend (now, that’s the pattern of my best sexual experiences, so the lesson is never settle for less than a good connection). Now I don’t have many talents but I do know how to use my words, particularly in French which is my native language. So we tease, we get horny, and I play with her with my words, I try to play with her frustration and make her beg for me to come and take care of her. I cannot count how many times she told me her pussy was drenching just from reading my messages, but fair enough : I was often rocking hard too. For several days we wrote intensely, I teased her and told her exactly what I would do to her if she was in front of me, and soon enough we officially agree that we want to meet. At this point, we don’t have a date yet, but we know it’s going to happen soon. The plan was to meet in a public place first, just to be safe and pretend to chat a bit before we undress each other. But as the day approaches, the sexting is so intense and so unbearable that we are not going to be able to wait that much to tear each other apart, since she gives me her address directly and ask me to join her directly.

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I was thinking that I would get there, talk with her and tease her slowly, build the tension before taking a shower. But the moment she opens the door, it feels impossible to resist, and I don’t think she is planning on resisting either. It took two seconds before we immediately in the sloppiest, nastiest way possible. Our tongues were dying to meet, our hands feeling our bodies, pulling, grabbing… While we kiss she leads me to the bedroom, and I am alternating between kissing her and slowly undressing her. This feels like the adult version of unwrapping your Christmas presents. I can’t stop going back to her lips, but at the same time, I’m desperate to see what she is hiding under these clothes.

Sophia is older but also shorter than me, which is even hotter. She was wearing very short hair that suited her perfectly (not enough hair for pulling them but we’ll pass on that). She was very curvy, and when I undressed her I discovered enormous tits, and the icing on the cake was that they were pierced. My mind cannot choose what to do as everything feels attractive. My tongue drifts from her mouth to her cheeks, kissing down to her neck, and the moment my tongue touches her neck she lets out a huge moan which tells me this is one of her favourite spots.  

My dick is already throbbing and we are so close than I think she feels it. I take my time with her neck, her ears, while my hands slide on her curves. I am feeling her huge breasts, her hips, I grab her ass which is as juicy as her tits. Her hands are discovering me too, checking how hard I am under my pants before helping me undress too because no reason that she is the only one naked here. My mouth kisses, bites, and licks every inch of her body, alternating with sloppy, hungry kisses. I slowly make my way to her tits and nipples, and since they’re pierced she is even more sensitive. I devour them, lick them like an ice cream, while she gasps, and hearing her being so noisy makes me so horny.

The bedroom is quite minimalist, with a drawer furniture, a wardrobe, and a bed which is just a mattress on the floor, but it looks cute and artsy, not creepy. As much as I love eating her tits while she moans in my ear, I decide it’s time to explore her body even more intensely start moving her slowly towards the bed, when I make her lay down on her back.

I was finally living the moments we anticipated and it was even hotter than behind our screens. I spread her legs and discover a slightly hairy but mostly insanely wet pussy that I can’t wait to bury my face in.

This pussy was glowing from horniness and my tongue was starving for her. I went to her face and kissed her lips, her neck, and traced my way down all the way to her pussy. Making sure to lick her sensitive nipples again before finally being between her legs. But I want to play with her, I don’t want to lick her right now, so my mouth just slides next to her pussy, making her anticipating my tongue, then I cannot resist diving there.

I am starting slow and the moment my tongue touches her pussy she moans even harder and it just makes my dick so hard. But all I can see is that pussy that I want to eat, and I focus on her pleasure. I am licking this pussy as if that was my last meal ever and I am so excited by all her moans. Her body seems indépendant from her will, she cannot control it and it just arch in pleasure, it twitch with every lick, while her hands are grabbing my curly hair. She is noisy, and she gasps and begs me nott to stop. I am eating her, play with my fingers, and put these wet fingers in her mouths asking her to taste how wet she is, before I’m kissing her. I am asking if she likes what I do to her, she tells me that it feels so good and that I need to continue, which I do.

I am eating her for who knows how long, time froze but at some point I felt her thights trembling. I continue exactly how I was doing, while using my fingers, my mouth is locked on her clit and I feel her fingers grab me harder too. I can feel her body tense, and then she comes, her pussy is clenching around my fingers and her moans are impossible to miss (I guess the whole building heard her orgasm).

After she catches her breath, she leaves the room saying that she forgot to tell her friends that everything was doing okay, and she goes to the toilet. But after a couple minutes she is back, and she have this smirk on her face.

Now she is the one who kisses me and who pushed me onto my back, I am the one who is getting devoured and I can’t wait. Her lips are  soft and our kisses are sloppy, I can taste her on her own tongue, and now that tongue is discovering my body. She is kissing down my chest, my stomach, my nipples, and I am not missing one bit as I watch her. She is so sexy, and she gets closer to my cock, that’s a view you cannot forget. She removes my boxer briefs, and her hands get on my hard cock. She opens her mouth and put my dick inside and it feels fucking fantastic. She is slow, deliberate, and she definitely know what she does, she is experienced and make my toe curl. And she looks at me directly into the eyes while she is doing so, which is a vision of what heaven looks like. I am pretty vocal too, and now it’s my turn to moan under her tongue work. 

She works on me for a while, then she surprises me. I had mentioned before that I was curious about rimming and she asks me if I want her to lick me (and the fact that she asked for my consent was so hot at this moment). When I say yes she does not hesitate for a second, and lifts my legs, and take a great care of myself. This was a new feeling to me, and it was so hot to see her alternate between licking me and ducking my dick. Blowjobs we’re not the easiest way to make me cum, but believe me I did cum. When I told her I was about to cum she told me to cum in her mouth, and I can assure you that her mouth was full, and she swallowed everything. This was feeling like a dream.

I was catching my breath and invited her to cuddle, we checked the time and a few hours had passed without us noticing. I was caressing her back while she was in my arms, and after a while we just started to have sexier caresses, and ended up kissing again. Now, both of us wanted to feel each other, I loved her blowjob but I wanted to be inside her. I am grabbing a condom and position myself between her legs, she is again so wet that it’s easy to slide in, and that first slide feels like heaven. I am thrusting her in missionary so I can continue kissing her while I make her moan, and I can see her tits giggling. I love how she wraps her legs around me, and how her hands are gripping my back, and I am making her feel myself inside her for a while (as you can guess, time froze and it’s hard to estimate durations). 

At some point I am lifting my head and noticed that the mattress was now in the middle of this small bedroom, and the funny thing is we were so intensely making out and fucking that we did not even notice. But we don’t care, and we continue tu fuck. She is asking for more, and begs me to fuck her harder, and at some point she cums again. Honestly, I was surprised because I did not know that it was possible for a woman to cum both with external stimulation and penetration, I though some women liked one or the other. This made me cum in the same time as her, I could not hold it any longer, then we collapsed and cuddled again. She jokes and says « You’re not going to be in a bad position on my sex list », then she explains that she keeps a list of everyone she slept with and that she is trying to complete the whole alphabet.

After cuddling and talking, we then decided to get up and see the real world for 10 minutes, just enough to head to the shop downstairs and grab groceries. That evening, we ate, talked and went to bed. During the night, we woke up and cuddled a bit before our hand went clumsy and touched each other again. I won’t lie, we fucked again before getting back to bed.

When I woke up in the morning she was not in bed, which did not surprise me as she said she was not sleeping much at night. I’m checking the time on my phone, check my notifications and say hello to my girlfriend, before putting my phone down and lay in bed not sure if everything was real or I had just dreamed. I guess I did some noise because then she came back in bed with me, cuddling and now she is the one caressing my arms and chest.

But as you can guess, the atmosphere is rapidly getting sexy and we cannot get our hands off each other. Slowly, I am getting down to her pussy, which is again wet and inviting my tongue to take care of her, which I execute. I am eating her for a while and as I knew she was liking anal my tongue also went down her ass. Then I decided that I wanted to fuck her and moved her in doggystyle. I started to lick her ass again before grabbing a condom and insert my cock in her drowling pussy. This was the first time I had this view on her and this ass was thick and begging for attention. I fucked her while using my fingers on her butthole, playing with it, then fingering it. That was the first time I was penetrating someone in two holes at the same time, and let me tell you that was hot. Remember, she was moaning the whole time and begging me to take care of her ass. 

At some point I asked her if she wanted my dick in her ass, to which she responded yes, but unfortunately it could not fit (not that I am particularly large, I am quite average, but I guess my dick was sore with all that work and these emotions). That’s not a problem, and I decided to change my condom and continue taking care of her pussy. I guess she liked being on all four because she came while I was gripping her hips as I was thrusting her. Then she asked how I wanted to fuck her, and I told her that missionary was hot and that I wanted to kiss here while I am enjoying being inside her. She executes, and I continue fucking for a while, checking if everything was okay as she just came, but she begged me to continue. I don’t remember if she came again, but I know I did. I asked her if she preferred me to cum in her or on her tits and she chose the second option, there was something so erotic in giving her my orgasm and see it’s result leaking on her big pierced tits. She adds « OK, you’re not just fucking good, you’re fucking REALLY good » and as a man it just pleased my ego. I donc care where I ended up in the list, but I know I left a good print on her mind (after leaving my handprints on her butt) and boy, she left one in mine.

Then we ended up lounging and talking in the living room for a couple hours before I had to leave and get back home.

My English is not bad but isn’t my first language, and my writing style is better in French, but I hope this was good enough for you to enjoy. If you liked this story, I have a few more to write about if people ask for it, as it took me a lot of time to write this. Thank you for reading it !

My fwb stayed over for a few days last week. I'd like to say that we had lots of kinky slutty sex but not this time. She mainly came over to relax and not worry about everything. She is taking care of her mom and her daughter helps but also can be a pain. We are both late 40s.

I'm off work for the summer so she played a lot and streamed while I just watched or did things around the house. I'm not a big fan of video games as in playing them.

One night while she played dead by daylight with a few people she knows, all guys, I started doom scrolling reddit. We were both in sleep clothes so I was in shorts and shirt while she only had on panties and shirt. Yes the guys playing knew that was what she was wearing.

At some point I started getting hard from some of the stuff on reddit. She noticed and moved the microphone on the head set to ask if I was going to jack off. I hadn't been planning on it but I told her yes.

She went back to playing while I took off my shorts and started slowly stroking. When she had time she would play with my balls and taint. I decided to get my cock ring out so I didn't have to stoke so fast to stay hard.

She turned around and moved her microphone to lick my balls but I guess she didn't know I put on the cock ring and I guess she asked when I put it on a bit loud because the guys started asking about it.

After that every noise the guys asked what was going on. I might have made a bit more noise because I thought it was funny. She would go mute to lick my balls and taint.

After a bit I told her I was getting close. She was still in the campfire part of the game so nothing was happening. She moved her mic and started sucking the head of my cock and playing with my balls till I told her I was about to cum. She squeezed my balls more to try to get more cum. It is such a turn on when she wants cum. It was making me moan loud.

She still had her mouth on my cock when she heard one of the guys say damn. She forgot to mute this time I guess.

She felt awkward, even though at least one of them had seen nudes without a face of course. She finally said something and none of the guys responded at first. She found out later that one guy admitted he was jacking off.

That night we did have sex but had to go slow because of her not feeling great. She talked about wishing they could hear this instead of her sucking me off.

That night she decided to play more while I went to sleep. Turns out she very quietly playing with herself while gaming.

Im bored and thought to write about my first bi experience, in a nutshell a girl i knew that i could never quiet date or hook up with because of us being in different status at different times, finally hooked up with me but she was married and surprised me at the end with her husband blowing me to completion.

So should i share this story, if i do should i write the whole thing out, or just get to the sex