Who said we couldn’t Change? This is a largely true story; only the names have been changed to protect the participants. Some details are now a little hazy because of the passage of time. This my first effort at writing such a story and I enjoyed doing so as I relived these precious moments and experiences that my wife and I shared together. We’re still very happily married. Please enjoy sharing this journey through our lives into new adventures and pleasures. We hope yours has been, or maybe will be, just as enjoyable. ***** We pulled into the parking lot of our local club and shut down the engine. We sat there for a moment and then exited the car, locked it and went into the club. The couple we were meeting was waiting and stood up as we entered, came over and greeted us warmly. This was the moment of truth for us because we’d taken the decision to step outside our very conservative boundaries and put our toes into the waters of swinging and there was now probably no going back. My name’s Keith and my wife’s name is Sandy. We’re both in our 50’s, certainly no Ken or Barbie, but comfortable in our bodies and ready to take a new step in our lives. The couple we were meeting, Mal and Laraine, we’d met on line through a swingers site and this was our meet and greet with them. In fact, it was our first meet and greet with anyone associated with swinging so we were somewhat nervous as to what was about to unfold. This, one could say, was a mega step outside of our normal, conservative, family oriented boundaries. It was almost surreal that we were even here and about to embark on a path that was so different from anything we’d ever experienced sexually. Perhaps a little background as to what led up to this point is needed. We weren’t so-called childhood sweethearts; we were born and lived in different states. But, I was in the Air Force, I was 18 at this time and I was transferred interstate to a base not far from where the girl who was destined to become my wife, lived. Nothing dramatic but our paths crossed one night when I attended the local church and, to cut a long story short, we met, slowly became very interested in each other and became a couple. The church going is a big factor in this story as, throughout our life together, we regularly attended church wherever my working life took us. One could say that we were the epitome of the conservative lifestyle, totally faithful to and engrossed in each other. That doesn’t mean that we were virgins or chaste before we were married. In spite of our lived values, the hormones were active for both of us. Sandy had no real experience with boys before she met me and my experience with girls was rather limited also. We used to “neck” in the back seat of a car when the opportunity arose. It was during one of these sessions that I finally was able to treasure the intimacy of feeling her boobs, which felt beautiful, and starting down that more intimate path over time. Details are now lost in time but I remember that, after that first time of exploratory investigation, we were having some sort of discussion which required me to pay some sort of price to her in satisfaction. To my surprise, she readily said to me: “Well, you can pay me back like you did the other night in the car.” To say I was surprised but very pleased with that admission needs no further comment. Over time things were really getting serious between us, in a “where are our lives together going” sense, that we ultimately went back to my home town together for Sandy to meet my mother and family. By this time I’d left the Air Force and was working for an airline so we were having a long distance love affair. It was during one of Sandy’s trips to see me that our intimacy rose to a whole new level in spite of the Christian values that we held. It was one night after everyone else had retired for the night that I was with her in the room where she was sleeping and things started to get somewhat hot and heavy. We began a period of heavy petting, kissing and groping. As you might have gathered from earlier, she loves having her boobs massaged and, as she was dressed for bed and wearing only a nighty and knickers, I gradually moved the nighty up and exposed her breasts to better massage and kiss them. The next logical step, which she didn’t object to, was the total removal of her nighty leaving her with only her knickers on and beautiful breasts exposed for the pleasuring, which is what inevitably happened. She did mention that she felt a bit odd being dressed only in her panties while I still had on my shorts and shirt and things so I then hurriedly removed all of my excess clothing leaving me only in my knickers also. If I remember correctly, I started rubbing her pussy area while she was still wearing her knickers. Then, the inevitable happened: I took a chance and gently started to remove her panties, slipping them down her legs and dropping them on the floor. She lay there calmly for just a few moments, totally naked, and then said to me words that I didn’t expect: “Alright, take them off.” I didn’t need a second invitation and hurriedly removed my underwear exposing my quite stiff penis. This was quite a moment for both us; Sandy had led a very sheltered, conservative life as I’ve said before and, as I discovered during our intimate conversations over time, she knew very little, if anything, about sex or where babies came from or anything of that nature. As well, she’d never seen a penis before and probably didn’t know that they existed. So, what could I do but start a lesson on anatomy and life? I took up kissing her starting with her breasts and slowly moving down her body until I reached her pubic area. I then encouraged her take my penis in her hand and start to stroke it gently. As she was doing this I began slowly stroking the lips of her pussy and penetrating her slightly with my finger. As we continued with our gentle efforts I began to explain about how my penis was meant to be in her pussy so that we could enjoy the love that we felt for each other. I was also at pains to explain that, at a certain moment while I was moving in and out of her, I would start shooting a liquid out of my penis and that the liquid was meant, at the right time, to be shot inside her so that we could make a baby together. However, I was also determined that that wasn’t going to happen at this time because I was determined that no one would know that we had engaged in sexual activity. It was then that I encouraged her to stroke my penis which she did, hesitantly at first. It didn’t take long for her ministrations to take effect and for me to shoot a big stream of cum all over her belly, her first experience with the cream of life. It was only after that and after we’d gotten my cock hard again (being young and virile, that didn’t take long) that I started making the suggestion that I should gently slide my cock into her pussy. She had been enjoying having my fingers stroking and moving in and out of her pussy and she didn’t object so I climbed between her legs and lifted them slightly and nudged my cock into the entrance of her delicious looking love tunnel. As I gently pushed further into her she looked at me and smiled somewhat but didn’t fight this new experience. I slowly pushed further into her until I reached full depth and then propped myself up on my arms and looked at her and said: “See how we are looking, fitting together like this?” I then started slowly stroking out and then in, out and then in and out, developing a gentle rhythm that I hoped she was enjoying and knew that I was. It didn’t take me too long and I felt myself coming up to another cum so, at a good time, I quickly pulled out and aimed my cock at her belly and shot more of my cream over her. It was a beautiful experience for both of us. In fact, Sandy told me after we’d been married for some time that she really enjoyed this new thrill of having a penis inside her, of how pleasurable it was for her. We had one or two more nights like this together which generally followed the same pattern of pleasure for both of us. The good thing was no one knew and there was no pregnancy, which I was determined to avoid even though we didn’t use condoms. (We never even spoke about them.) After our time together she had to return home and I stayed in my job and we continued our long distance romance until our wedding some months later. I won’t bore you with the details of the time leading up to the wedding or our wedding itself. Suffice to say in that intervening time of separation we’d never had eyes for anyone else and it has stayed that way for all the years since we’ve been married. We left the reception and headed off for our honeymoon and the start of our lives together. Like all newlyweds, after we reached our accommodation, we put our cases aside and quickly helped each other undress. We were stroking and feeling each others bodies, our hands wandering all over and into the most intimate places for each of us. My cock was quite hard and her pussy was nice and moist. We were both ready for a new experience in life. I gently laid Sandy back on the bed and spread her legs wide, taking in the view of her unspoiled and very tempting pussy. It only took a moment and I was at the entrance to that delectable love tunnel and start to enter into her. My strokes were gentle at first but very soon gained a strong rhythm to the point where I exploded my cum into her, releasing a passion between both of us that was beyond our wildest expectations. It was great to be pumping into her with her pussy filled with my love juices, feeling the liquid lubing us both. Shortly after that filling I pulled out of her and enjoyed the sight of my juices running out of her and down her pussy on to the bed. This was the very first time I pumped my cream inside her to which she commented afterwards: “I’ve wanted that to happen since we first made love.” Obviously, we engaged in plenty of sex, mainly of the bed and in the shower. We regularly showered together experiencing the intimacy of each others bodies as well as having our meals together naked. It was a lovely time for us both. On the Sunday afternoon, after we’d come home, gotten naked and had lunch, we went to the bed where we were passionately engaged in some more strongly passionate sex. As I was vigorously moving in to and out of her and her legs were raised to allow better penetration, she, without any coaxing or suggestion from me, suddenly and naturally clamped her legs around my waist and held me in her grip until I filled her with my juices again. It was an experience that I remember to this day because, when I shot my juices into her for me, it felt so strong that I felt I was filling her up into her throat and stomach. It was a delicious sensation. Aaah, the joys of sexual exploration. We enjoyed our new found freedom with each other during that time of honeymoon, touching, rubbing masturbating sucking and fucking each other. Then, of course, reality set in and we had to get on with life. Life followed what I would say was a predictable pattern for most couples: Plenty of wonderful sex, Changes of jobs, Setting up a home, Pregnancies and children and all the other responsibilities that these and other things bring in life. During this time we did do some new “things” for us. We tried all the new/usual positions for sex, we started to read some porn online and then graduated to watching videos, fucking while watching the movies. This all helped us really enjoy our sex together. We always followed what we believed was a conservative and socially acceptable life during which, of course, our kids grew up, left home and got husbands for themselves. So at this point you may be wondering what this has to do with our meeting up with Mal and Laraine at the beginning of our story. It’s simple, really. Like most, if not all, marriages, our sex life had become quite mundane, almost vanilla if you will. That doesn’t mean that we didn’t experiment within our vows, however, we did stay true to our vows and remained monogamous throughout. But, after some thirty plus years together, like it or not, a sameness started to develop as it likely does in any marriage and it became noticeable between us. Keep in mind that we’d been absolutely faithful to each other and our vows but, by this time, something was missing. So, I started investigating nudism and swinging as a way to liven up our sex lives. Our visits to a nudist resort came first. As we were coming up to our wedding anniversary I suggested to Sandy that we visit a resort for something different. She was very reluctant to do so at first but we booked into a place not too far from where we lived and took a cabin for two nights. It was off season and there were few people there so it gave us both, but Sandy in particular, a chance to be naked around other people and not be concerned. Our visit went well so we did it again later in the year when the weather was again warming up. There was nothing untoward happening during these visits, just enjoying being naked with others and enjoying the spa with others They were enjoyable times. However, there was still the area of “swinging” or “the lifestyle” that we had to talk about. As you can likely guess, Sandy was very reluctant to consider it at first and it took a lot of talking with each other so that she would see the possibilities of such activities. Remember, conservative values, one man and one woman devoted to each other to the exclusion of all others, all that sort of thing. There was never any coercion, just honest discussion and the facing of the facts of our situation in life. She ultimately came around to the idea of sharing our bed, lives and bodies with others who also wanted to do so. So here we were, having a “meet and greet” with Mal and Laraine with the object of further exploring this path we’d chosen to investigate. They were a lovely couple, as we found out over lunch. They were experienced swingers who’d contacted us after we put an ad on an adult website about looking into “the lifestyle.” As with us, Mal and Laraine were no Ken or Barbie. He was a bit over weight and she was small with nice breasts, no centerfold figure but she had personality. They were a truly great couple. We had an enjoyable lunch together during which they did all the explanations and we asked most of the questions. Poor Sandy was somewhat shocked at the openness of the discussions that ensued as we’d never had sexually explicit talks with other couples, only ourselves. However, she didn’t shy away and when, after lunch, we invited them to to our home for coffee they accepted readily. We had our coffee and split up into pairs to talk. Mal and I went to the shed where I showed him my man cave and we discussed the lifestyle while Sandy and Laraine talked together on the back porch. That was interesting because Laraine is a very open and sexual person (as we’ve since found out) and I think she somewhat shocked Sandy with her openness and directness. After we all got back together I had the suspicion that they were quite prepared to enjoy sex with us there and then but Sandy and I demurred on that and asked about meeting up with them again and at that time maybe going further. They were okay with that. Two weeks later we were driving to their home to stay and start seeing what this lifestyle was all about. After we’d settled down and put all of our things in our bedroom we had more discussions and after dinner we eventually decided to take the plunge. We went into our bedroom while Mal and Laraine went to theirs and we took all of our clothes off. We looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and said: “let’s go” and walked naked into their bedroom. Mal and Laraine were also naked and waiting for us. There was nice incense burning and candles giving off a subdued light. At this point I should say that Sandy loves a good massage and Mal gives a good one so she went over to one side of the bed and lay down inviting Mal to start the massaging. We’d already agreed that I wouldn’t get ahead of Sandy and wouldn’t have sex with Laraine if she, Sandy, wasn’t ready to go that far with Mal at this time. And that’s what happened. Our first swinging experience was limited to a full body massage for Sandy, including between her legs, while Laraine sucked my cock quite vigorously and I fingered her pussy as well as engaging in some fairly passionate kissing. Neither Sandy nor I had a cum during that first experience but we were happy with that as we’d crossed a barrier and were comfortable about it. The sex we had that night (or was it the next morning) was better and wetter than we’d had for a long time. Our hosts commented to us at breakfast about hearing us fucking like mad. We all laughed at that. It was a very enjoyable overnight stay but, for us. It was a good start. I don’t remember how long it was before we visited with them again, I think it was only a couple of weeks later, but things were very different on this visit. It started out similarly to our previous visit, getting naked, joining them in the bedroom, a massage for Sandy and some good oral for me, but Sandy and I had already agreed that Sandy would let Mal fuck her this time. He went through the whole massage routine while I was having fun with Laraine and then I saw Sandy get up on her elbow and slowly take Mal’s cock into her mouth and start to gently suck his member. This continued for a little while until I watched Mal remove himself from Sandy’s mouth and then move to where he could spread her legs, after which he moved his face into her pussy and started orally pleasuring her. I could hear the rapid increase in her breathing and see the gentle convulsive movements of her body as her orgasm potential increased. It was at this point that Mal stopped his oral pleasuring of Sandy and moved his body so that his member was poised to enter Sandy’s pussy when he was ready. I watched, fascinated, as Mal slowly pushed forward into Sandy and started to move in a way that clearly showed he had gently entered her pussy and was beginning to fuck her. He slowly increased his speed pleasuring sandy in the process. What a sight. Here was the woman I loved and who had never been with any other man except me now being fucked by another man for the first time. What a turn on. That gave Laraine and me the green light to also start fucking each other and we did so, both couples enjoying all that was happening. I didn’t feel any pangs of jealousy at seeing Sandy with another man, rather I found it fascinating to watch her in such activities and have ever since when the opportunity has presented itself. Laraine had a nice, tight pussy. As with my first time with Sandy, I moved between her legs and poised my very erect and hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. I slowly started to push into her and move in and out with slow rhythm. She commented on the size of my cock telling me it was quite big, which was pleasing to me. I’ve never thought my cock was anything but an average size but Laraine’s comments about my size were certainly very welcome. I enjoyed my firm strokes pressing into her pussy for some time. I felt myself hitting up inside her and touching the limit of her pussy. It was exhilarating. Again, we didn’t cum but I said to Laraine that we could continue this in the morning. When Sandy and I got back into bed with each other she told me she was happy to do that with Mal was also happy to do that with Mal. The next morning saw Mal and me swapping beds and partners and continuing the pleasuring where we left off the previous evening. Laraine and I climbed into bed with each other and took up where we left off the night before. We immediately started groping each others bodies, she stroking and sucking my cock while I, in turn, generously fingered her lovely tight pussy. As her moaning's’ become stronger I took the opportunity to spread her legs and climb on top of her. There was no resistance. She was waiting for me to plunge my cock deep inside her once again which I did so quite firmly. I continued with firm thrusts into her as her pleasure increased until I could no longer contain myself and shot my cum deep inside her willing pussy. What can I say but that we relaxed in each others arms in the afterglow of our sex. I don’t know exactly what happened in our bedroom between Sandy and Mal but in talking with her afterwards I found out that she also had a very pleasurable time with Mal as her explored her body again, stroked her breasts and fingered her pussy until her also climbed on top of her and enjoyed a very pleasurable fuck together. Sandy told me she had a good cum and was given a healthy deposit of Mal’s cream. That experience changed our lives. We’d moved from being a mundane, conservative, sexually vanilla, suburbanite monogamous couple to active lifestylers with a revitalized sex life. And we haven’t regretted it. We’ve since enjoyed twosomes, threesomes and foursomes with others and I have enjoyed “sloppy seconds” with Sandy after a threesome; we’ve had liaisons with other couples at different times, some good, some just so-so. But our own sex life has increased and is more pleasurable than it has been for some years. We’ve also become firm friends (with benefits) with Mal and Laraine and we still meet together for fun and friendship on a semi-regular basis.

6 May 2026

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Je stuurt mij een tijd en locatie door. Prima, denk ik, even snel een mondje vol zaad halen. Niets bijzonders, gewoon een snelle ontmoeting. Ik ben precies op tijd, zoals altijd. Mijn hart klopt al wat sneller terwijl ik de auto parkeer. Mijn kutje is al nat bij de gedachte aan wat komen gaat. Ik verwacht dat je gewoon naar de parkeergarage komt, maar dan komt je berichtje. "Wacht in de hal." In de hal? Ik lees het nog een keer. Mijn adem stokt. Wat ben je van plan? Een mengeling van nieuwsgierigheid en opwinding kruipt door mijn lijf terwijl ik naar binnen loop en plaatsneem in de zakelijke hal van het kantoorgebouw. Gelukkig heb ik me toch nog een soort van normaal aangekleed. Mensen lopen voorbij met koffiebekers en laptoptassen, druk met hun eigen dag. Ze hebben geen idee dat ik hier zit te wachten om gebruikt te worden als een vieze hoer. Mijn tepels zijn al hard onder mijn shirtje, maar niemand kan dat zien. Je komt het poortje door en geeft me netjes een hand. Lekker zakelijk. Je oogt zo onschuldig, gewoon normaal. Ze moesten eens weten wat er zo meteen gaat gebeuren. We stappen de lift in en ik voel de spanning en m’n kutje steeds natter worden. Verdieping 19. Lege kantoren, het ruikt er een beetje muf en ongebruikt. Door de grote ramen zie ik de hele stad, een rivier die traag voorbijglijdt, wat auto’s en mensen, maar voordat ik lekker van het uitzicht kan genieten zeg je: "Op je knieën. Nu." Je grijpt me hardhandig bij mijn haar en duwt me naar de grond. Je hebt je pik al door je gulp gestoken; hij is al hard, dik en klaar voor gebruik. Je hebt jezelf vast de hele dag zitten opgeilen over wat je van plan bent om met mijn kutje, mondje en kontje te doen. Ik neem m meteen gulzig in mijn mond. Híer kom ik voor. Ik zuig er hongerig aan, probeer hem zo diep mogelijk in mijn keel te krijgen. Ik wil je zaad. Al je zaad. Tot de laatste druppel. Tranen stromen over mijn wangen terwijl ik hem diep in mijn keel neem, kokhalsend, kwijlend. Precies zoals je het wilt. En ik geniet. Ik geniet van het stikkende effect. Maar jij hebt andere plannen. "Opstaan." Je trekt me ruw aan mijn haar omhoog, draait me om en drukt mijn gezicht hard tegen de harde muur. "Spreid je billen." Je duwt je keiharde pik zonder waarschuwing in mijn strakke reetje. Zonder glijmiddel, met alleen een beetje speeksel en het vocht dat van mijn kutje komt. Ik kreun het uit terwijl je ruw mijn kontje begint te neuken. Ik voel mijn hele lichaam reageren, trillen, gloeien, en het enige wat überhaupt nog mijn keuze is, zodat de mensen onder ons niet mijn gekrijs en gemauw horen, is volledig overgeven. Het gewoon accepteren dat hij mijn kontje neukt zoals hij dat wil en ik daar maar weinig, of eigenlijk niets, over heb te zeggen. Ik weet wat ik ben. Een anaal sletje dat zelfs op zijn werk beschikbaar is om geneukt en gebruikt te worden zoals hij dat wil. Altijd. Overal. Je geeft een harde ruk aan mijn haar, waardoor ik rechtop kom te staan met mijn hoofd naar achteren, mijn rug hol. Je andere hand glijdt naar voren en knijpt hard in mijn tepel. Ik hap naar adem. "Van wie is dit kontje?" "Van jou, Meneer." "Op je knieën. Kont omhoog." Je zakt achter me en duwt eerst twee vingers in mijn ass. Toen drie. Toen vier. Het voelt zo ongelofelijk intens dat ik niet eens doorheb dat je je hele vuist meedogenloos naar binnen perst. Het vult me helemaal, het is zó fucking vol. "Voel je dat? Helemaal vol." Ik kan alleen maar kreunen. Je begint meteen keihard en snel te stoten. Geen genade, geen pauze. Je vuist ramt diep naar binnen en trekt bijna helemaal terug, telkens weer. Mijn benen trillen ongecontroleerd. Ik moet squirten, zo erg dat ik het amper kan houden. Maar ik doe mijn best en bijt op mijn lip om het tegen te houden, want ik moet straks nog door naar een andere afspraak en wil niet dat mijn broek doordrenkt is van mijn eigen ranzige geile squirt kut. En toch smeek ik of ik mag klaarkomen. "Niet klaarkomen. Nog niet." Ik bijt op mijn lip, wanhopig, terwijl het geil uit mijn kutje dropt. "Nu.." Een orgasme dat door mijn hele lijf explodeert, zo heftig dat ik sterretjes zie en bijna door mijn benen zak. Ik kom schokkend klaar op jouw vuist diep in mijn uitgeneukte reet, mijn hele lichaam trillend en stuiptrekkend. Je haalt je vuist eruit, trekt me omhoog met je andere hand zodat ik wankelend op m’n been kom te staan en smeert je druipende, gore hand over mijn gezicht, over mijn mond, mijn neus, mijn wangen. Ik proef en ruik mijn eigen geur; die zware, ranzige, intense, lekkere geur van pure seks en schaamte. Het maakt me nog geiler dan ik al ben. Ik ben een smerig, gebruikt hoertje en ik vind het heerlijk. "Mond open." Amper bijgekomen duw je je pik ruig weer in mijn mond, nog nat van mijn reet. Je stopt hem diep in mijn keel en houdt mijn hoofd vast terwijl ik tegenstribbel, naar adem happend. "Op je Knieën. Benen wijd. Ik ben nog niet klaar met je." Je duwt je vuist zonder oprekken in mijn natte, druipende kutje. Ik gil het uit terwijl je hem er meteen diep in ramt. Ik smeek of ik alsjeblieft mijn satisfyer erbij mag pakken die ik altijd bij me heb. Terwijl jij me zo genadeloos fist. Eerst langzaam, dan sneller, harder, dieper. Smeek ik weer of ik mag klaarkomen. “Je hebt één minuut” En dan kom ik opnieuw intens klaar. Het blijft maar komen, golf na golf na golf, tot mijn benen helemaal slap zijn en ik alleen nog kan hijgen, trillen en kreunen. "Wat zeg je dan?" "Dank u wel, Meneer." Ik probeer mezelf te fatsoeneren voor zover dat kan. We stappen de lift in. We ruiken naar ranzige, gore, hete seks. Mijn haar zit in de war, mijn make-up is uitgelopen, en ik weet zeker dat ik eruitzie als wat ik ben.. een gebruikt sletje. Er stappen andere mensen in. Ik ruik mezelf, mijn reet, mijn kut, jou, en een dikke walm van geilheid. Zouden ze het ruiken? Zouden ze het zien aan mijn gezicht? Jij bent altijd goed in die omschakeling, maar ik heb het idee dat ik er nog steeds bij staat als een smerige hoer en dat op m’n voorhoofd staat geschreven: “net anaal gefist en smerig ordinair gebruikt.” Je kijkt me aan. Een klein glimlachje. Je weet het. We lopen naar de parkeergarage. Daar krijg ik eindelijk mijn beloning, waar ik dus eigenlijk alleen voor gekomen ben. Je zit in mijn auto en trekt jezelf af terwijl je drie vingers in mijn uitgewoonde, natte kontje stopt. "Ik ga zo klaarkomen, mond open." Ik vouw mijn mond om je pik heen. Je ballen trekken samen. Je ademhaling versnelt. Dan kom je klaar. Dat vind ik zo’n heerlijk geil moment: Mijn hemel, wat een lading. straal na straal warm, dik zaad in mijn wachtende mond. Het vult heel mijn sletten mondje. Ik zuig je pik helemaal leeg tot de laatste druppel. Ik open mijn mond en show trots mijn opbrengst. Een plas warm wit zaad op mijn tong. Ik slik alles door, voel het warm naar beneden glijden. Bedankt, Meneer. 😇 Ik stap weer in aan de bestuurderskant, mijn kutje nog kloppend, mijn kontje nog gapend, de smaak van zijn zaad nog op mijn tong. Over 20 minuten heb ik mijn volgende afspraak. Ze zullen nooit weten wat ik net gedaan heb.. En hopelijk niet ruiken.

4 May 2026

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I knocked on the door of his hotel room. When he answered and opened the door it felt like a job interview... I was nervous, dressed in a professional skirt and top, while he was intimidating, and I didn’t know what he’d ask of me. He offered me a drink but I said no… probably should have said yes. So we stood there just looking at each other... me awkwardly, him far too confident. ‘well you better get on your knees’ he said. Omg really? Just like that? Yes please. And so I did. I knelt there looking up at him as he began to stroke my hair. Undid my hair clip and ran his hand trough my now messy hair. As he took a handful of my hair, and moved my face up to meet his. ‘You know what to do ‘ he said. And it did I unbuttoned his belt, unzipped his trousers until his cock was there, right before me. I knew what to do... and I think I did it well… He only made a slight moan as I took him as deep as I could. He grabbed my arms and stood me up, told me to take off my underwear. As I did he reached out his hand and made me give them to him. ‘Open your mouth.’ I did. He put my underwear on my mouth and turned me around by my shoulders to face the bed. Pausing briefly to pull my arms back. He pushed me forward toward the bed. I knew what was coming and just how much I wanted it… Thank you for reading x

4 May 2026

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Yeah this happened a couple of years ago. It was a hot summer night so Peter, my husband, and I decided we’d go to the beach just to lay on the sand in the cool breeze. Well we’re in there with a bottle of wine and if you know me three reds and my legs fall open so after three legs three wines yes Peter‘s got my knickers off. His face is buried into my pussy he is eating me like his last feed. I lay back enjoying myself as I looked at there was a guy sitting on a log and he would not have been 20 m away from us so being in a full moon and the only ones on the beach he was watching I didn’t tell Peter. I just laid back and enjoyed view which would’ve been a good 8 inch cock and fat and slowly started to rub. Well let me tell you that was enough for me. I came all over for people he was. He did not know what hit him, yeah so that no I did not have sex with the on the beach, but I did watch him come that’s for another story

3 May 2026

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A rambling B&B in the mountains, a quiet weekend away on her own, just the thing to unwind and refresh. Tucked away at the end of a long driveway, a federation style homestead that had been converted into holiday accommodation. Unpacked and strolling the grounds, Pam, immersed herself in the serenity of the forest. The peace and stillness of the afternoon was eventually broken by the sound of a car approaching along the gravel driveway. Partly obscured she could just make out the occupants struggling with their luggage. A plain couple, she, with thick rimmed glasses, a plain skirt and a top buttoned up to the neckline. Pam made a mental note; plainness confirmed and the woman did not appear to be wearing makeup. A glimpse of him revealed he was wearing a white collar. A Vicar! A quiet, weekend then. Perfect. Manners dictated a brief introduction. They were somewhat awkward, but pleasant enough, although, as she expected, conservative. As night fell, the seclusion and a glass of wine overcame the stresses of life and she drifted into a deep sleep. The following morning a chance encounter with the reverend and his wife ended with a plan for a walk along one of the more mountainous trails together. She was surprised to find her initial assessment of the vicar and his wife was a little off, as the walk was occasionally interrupted by quick witted banter that revealed Paul and Maria had lived a more worldly existence than first impressions indicated. After an hour or so the sky darkened and it was thought prudent to head back as a summer storm began to envelope the mountain peaks. However the timing of the return was out and everyone got thoroughly drenched. It was about six in the evening and dark when they stumbled into the summer house 4 kilometres from the B&B, only to find no power. It took a moment or two to become accustomed to the darkened rooms. Sitting on an old couch shivering in the chilly air, Pam was prompted to say it was far too cold to stay in the wet clothes. She undressed and hung them over the back of chair, relying on the darkness to preserve her modesty. It wasn’t long and the Vicar’s wife, somewhat sheepishly followed, then the Vicar, without a word being spoken, everybody wrapping themselves in the old thread-bare blankets from the bed. The uncomfortable silence was broken when he remarked, “sometimes these mountain huts are stocked with food”. A quick search located a small pantry. As it was dark, the three managed to feel their way into the confined space, and began feel across the shelves for anything that may resemble a can or can opener. Without any room to manoeuvre, the Vicar’s wife squeezed past Pam in the dark, the movement, causing the blankets to partially unravel. Pam sensing Maria’s body brushing against her back experienced a sensation that was to her, slightly erotic. A moment later she came back and this time she lingered for a few seconds. Maria may have been, a plain dresser, but her conservative approach to fashion hid her natural beauty. She now felt Maria’s belly against her back. Her nipples, now erect, were tiny sharp protrusions slowly moving across Pam’s shoulder blades. The scent of stirring passions began to permeate the small pantry, creating a somewhat awkward moment with Pam trying to extricate herself from the situation by fumbling around in the dark for the door. To his surprise the vicar was experiencing his own reaction. He was thankful that it was dark. Maria made her way out of the pantry back into the sitting room. With the blanket now back in place she peered out of the window, listening to the sound of the driving rain on the old iron roof. Some tinned food was found along with an opener and a Supper of sorts was served in the half light of the room. A discussion followed on whether to make a run for it back to the main house or spend the night in the summer house, but the prospect of navigating through the storm was found to be too daunting at this late hour of the day. A quick rummage located one quilt, and with the only bed being a somewhat dilapidated king, a discussion followed on how three mature adults could share one bed. Eventually the need to stay warm became the overriding issue. They all climbed tentatively into bed and covered themselves as best they could. It was after 10 and everyone was still awake as they lay in the dark listening to the rain. In the dark, a sweet scent of musk enveloped the bed. Pam now embarrassed decided not to move an inch, thankful that neither, Paul or Maria could see her blushing. Paul got up and gingerly found his way into the kitchen for a glass of water. Maria had turned to face Pam’s back with her nipples now hard against her. Slowly her hand began a tender movement along her hip and upper thigh. Pam, endeavouring to suppress the sensuality of what occurring, succumbed and turned to face Maria. Paul stood there in the dark listening as the sound of their breathing becoming heavier and more rapid. The girl’s faces drew closer to the point where their lips touched, tiny gentle pecks at first. But with each touch of their lips, their pecks turned into kisses that became deeper and longer. Pam was conscious of Paul sliding into bed behind her, although he did not touch her, he lay on his back staring up at the ceiling listening intently to what was happening beside him. His own body now fully hard, and throbbing in time with his pounding heart. Pam kissed Maria. It was a deep passionate kiss that marked the beginning of a journey to a place neither had been before. Her fingers sought out and found Maria’s nipples, her breath deepening and evolving into a tiny moan. With one hand she ran the tips of her fingers down the length of Maria’s belly stopping just short of her pubic area. She took Maria’s breast in her mouth and teased her nipple, now sharp and erect with the tip of her tongue. Her moaning now was quite audible and she raised her hips beckoning Pam’s fingers. When they found her, Maria was wet and ready with anticipation. Her fingers slowly moved between her lips and found the outline of her clitoris, now swollen and covered in her smooth oil. Pam’s fingers glided through her wetness and gently found their way inside her, then withdrew, carefully feeling Maria’s body rise and fall in time with the movement of her hand. Pam was now conscious of Paul having turned, and was stroking her back. His fingers traced the outline of her body, down her back, over her cheeks and up again. As his hand went up again across her lower back she felt the sensation of his hard muscle against her. She could feel him throbbing against her flesh. As her fingers moved inside Maria, she felt the pressure of Paul against her wetness and slowly her body gave way as he tenderly began to enter her. He held himself there for a moment, and then eased himself forward again, this time Pam felt his entire length inside her. He remained motionless for a moment before beginning a slow rhythmic movement back and forth, Pam now moving her hips in unison. A low whimper sound escaping her lips as she felt Paul’s body moving deep within her. Her fingers now rapidly moving inside Maria, her tongue flicking the tips of her nipples. Maria’s scream seemed to come from nowhere accompanied by a violent thrusting of her hips against her hand, then long shallow breaths as she came down from the waves of intense pleasure that had washed over her. The sound of his wife’s climax brought an equal reaction from Paul. His whole body stiffened and as he groaned, Pam felt him convulsing inside her, with each convulsion came a flood of his thick white seed. The convulsions seemed to go on and on before their intensity subsided. Silence returned to the summer house as all three lay soaked in each other. Eventually, Pam got up, searching for the glass of water, as she walked toward the kitchen, she felt the warm drops of Paul’s passion gliding down the inside of her thighs. It was midnight, and the three had awoken a deep passion and sense of lust that had yet to be completely satisfied. The all stood in the darkened kitchen and shared the glass of water, stroking and embracing. Maria felt her husband covered in Pam’s smooth wetness as she took them both by the hand and lead them back to bed where they descended into a new unexplored world of pleasure, each unsure of where their journey would end.

2 May 2026

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A couple of nights ago a friend came over, one who'd been decompressing a recent break up with me and therapy I'd opted into afterwards. There was a sexual dysfunction in my past that heavily influenced who I am now and my responses to certain situations (I've written about it in other stories). Exhibitionism is key to it, and something we'd been talking about as I was finding what felt comfortable to me in this new space, what specifically about it all turned me on and why. I'd greeted her at the door in nothing but a g-string, which she chuckled at saying she shouldn't be surprised, and the whole time we'd been talking I'd been standing there talking in the same state. She asked me if I wanted to get my cock out, and of course I did, so she said to release it. I did without hesitating. That part of my brain was slowly being retrained, but what she did next wasn't what I was anticipating. I was expecting the conversation to continue and she'd ask me to start playing with myself. No. She grabbed me by it and we went to the front door where she opened it and we stepped out onto the lit pateo that sat elevated looking out over the main road the house is on. In full view of the early evening traffic, and people walking to and fro at regular enough intervals, I was standing in full view with a half swelled cock and after she closed the door behind us, she came up behind me, reached around my waist and as her fingers came down around my, I was fully erect in seconds. "You're gonna show them all how much you come." I hadn't felt this turned on and exhillarated in ages. Her hands kept sliding up and down the shaft with a swirl motion at the head to stimulate that fully. "Show them how far you shoot all that hot come I know you want them to see." "They're so jealous of you right now." "They want to feel what you're about to feel, come the way you do." I locked eyes with a couple in a car beyond the fenceline. The woman was watching but trying not to look like she was, the man shaking his head. Someone walking past didn't avert their gaze, but didn't stop to watch properly. I was starting to audibly respond to how incredible this felt, almost in a way that I was deliberately drawing more attention to it all. "Yeah, you gonna come? You gonna show everyone how you come? They're gonna fucking LOVE seeing you come..." The tension spiked as she started speeding up more and the increasingly strained groan that paved the way for release was getting louder. And as the groan cracked into almost like an exasperated warcry, my pelvis instinctively thrust forward at her hands and out shot six or seven arcing streams in full view of the waning peak hour traffic creeping past my house. "How was that?" she smirked, knowing full well. "That was absolutely one of the best orgasms I've ever had..." And as we went inside and unpacked that experience, the loudest thought in my mind was "again!"

2 May 2026

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It was a warm summers night and my now ex and I were hanging the washing out. I was standing there wearing shorts and no underwear just thinking about fucking her. With the shorts brushing against my cock and my thoughts I couldn’t hide being hard which of course she noticed. We flirted for a little bit before she was on her knees. Taking my cock in her mouth with her blue eyes looking up at me. I started to fuck her mouth watching her gag a little and before too long she said she needed my cock inside her. I bent her over the nearby railing and felt her pussy. It was smooth, warm and soaking wet. I fingered her to tease her while she gripped the rail and poked her arse further towards me. A few minutes later she moaned louder and I felt her cum over my fingers. I started to fuck her wet pussy while grabbing her hips. She cum again and her wetness was running down her inner thighs. My cock was coated in her wetness and cum. I had to unload and I did deep inside her mixing our cum together. Her legs were shaking but she wasn’t finished. She wanted more. Back inside we went to the bed where she begged me to choke her. Knowing she was in a slutty moody I grabbed her throat and sucked on her small erect nipples. She was gasping and moaning before I slipped my cock in her again. Lifting her legs in the air I noticed she had painted her toe nails red. My favourite on her sexy feet. I sucked on her toes and kissed her feet. I fucked her hard and deep just like she wanted feeling her cum over and over again. She was sweating and breathing heavy as I fucked her. I pulled my cock out and put it in her mouth so she could taste our cum. I slid back inside her and cum inside her again. Two loads of cum dripping out of her gorgeous, wet pussy.

29 April 2026

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Just me and my new husband on our wedding night, I’m a virgin and he’s anything but, he wants to play a game hehe, I run an he catches me, if I can hide for more than five minutes he will be gentle with me, and if not than he will pound my pussy until I can’t make anymore sound, he counts down 3… 2… 1… I run and before I can even make it two steps he has me, and before I know it I’m pinned to the ground pussy in the air with the aircon gently blowing on me, he teases me for what feels like hours, then before I know it he is hand cuffing me to the floor and arching my ass up so high it feels like I might crack in two, than I feel his massive cock at the opening of my pussy, he gently rubs himself over me one last time before slamming in his whole cock into my tight pussy, all 8 inches of him in me so fast I nearly blacked out, every thrust harder and faster, I tried to beg him to stop but he put his hand over my mouth and held me down, I secretly fucking loved it, I never wanted him to stop, he kept going for hours making me squirt all over the floor and him, he was making me lick it all up and than finally he turned himself to the front of me and said “be a good girl for you’re daddy princess” and before I knew it he shoved his cock all the way down my throat and filled me head to toe in his cum.

29 April 2026

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It was a quiet Saturday evening. Rain tapped softly against the windows, and the city lights flickered beyond the fogged glass. Anna and David had just finished dinner — a simple, comforting meal shared in silence more out of comfort than awkwardness. Eleven years of marriage had created a rhythm between them, one that needed no explanation. Anna had been unusually quiet all day, her thoughts distant even when her body was present. David noticed — of course he noticed. He always did. But he didn’t push, giving her space, trusting that when she was ready, she’d speak. And now, as they sat on the couch, legs tucked under a shared blanket, the wine in her glass trembled slightly as she held it. That was his first real clue that something was coming. “Dave,” she said, her voice soft but steady, “can I ask you something… a little out there?” He looked at her, curious but calm. “Of course.” She looked down into her glass for a long moment before speaking again. “I’ve been thinking about… us. And ways we could grow. Explore. Stay connected, maybe even push a few boundaries.” David raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Okay. I’m listening.” “I’ve read things,” she continued, her words more tentative now. “Stories, conversations. About couples who’ve invited someone else into their bed. Not in a ‘we’re lacking something’ kind of way. But in a ‘what if we explored something exciting — together’ kind of way.” She paused, watching him carefully. “You mean… like a threesome?” he asked. “With another man,” she clarified. “Just… as an idea. Something to talk about. Something that’s been living quietly in the back of my mind.” The words hung in the air like fragile glass. She didn’t know if they’d shatter between them or be carefully caught in his hands. David leaned back, processing. His first instinct wasn’t jealousy — it was curiosity. And then something deeper: vulnerability. This was new territory. Not unwelcome, but uncharted. “Have you been feeling unsatisfied?” he asked, gently. Not accusatory — just trying to understand. “No. Not at all. That’s not what this is about,” Anna said quickly. “It’s about opening a door. Seeing what’s on the other side. Together. I only thought about it because I trust you and I know we’re strong. I wouldn’t want to do anything that risks us.” He nodded slowly. “So, where does this idea start? Are you picturing someone we know?” Anna hesitated, then nodded. “A few names crossed my mind. I guess that part scared me the most — wondering if it was wrong to even think that way. But one of the people I thought of was Ryan.” He blinked. “Ryan? From your work?” “He’s respectful. Funny. I’ve never sensed anything inappropriate. But he has this confidence… and I think, if we ever talked about this with him — hypothetically — he’d take it seriously and respectfully.” David didn’t speak for a moment. He wasn’t angry. Just… surprised. “Have you ever flirted with him?” “No. I’ve never crossed any line,” Anna said. “This was always just a fantasy — until I got brave enough to talk to you about it.” He sipped his wine, staring at the ceiling for a moment before speaking. “You know what’s strange? I’m not upset. I’m not even really jealous. I think I’m… intrigued. Maybe even turned on by the idea of you feeling that comfortable with me. That honest.” Anna’s shoulders relaxed. She hadn’t even realized how tense she’d been. “I didn’t want to hide it anymore. Even if we never act on it — I wanted us to be the kind of couple that could talk about this stuff.” David turned to face her fully now, taking her hands. “We are that kind of couple. And I love that you’re brave enough to bring this up. If we did go down that road — slowly, carefully — how would we even begin?” “I guess… we talk about it more. Set boundaries. Maybe have a conversation with Ryan — not an invitation, just a feeler. And if it feels wrong at any point, we stop.” He nodded. “And what about the emotional side? How do you think we’d feel after?” “I think that’s what scares me most. And also excites me most. Because it would force us to talk. Be raw. Vulnerable. And that could either deepen what we have… or strain it.” He smiled, a slow, warm smile that said he was with her. “I’d be willing to explore that with you. Step by step. No pressure. No rushing.” Anna felt a wave of relief. She hadn’t realized how much hope she’d attached to his response. “I’m glad I told you,” she whispered. “Me too,” he said. “Whatever we do or don’t do — this conversation already brought us closer.” They leaned into each other, letting silence take over again. But this silence was different — fuller. It wasn’t the absence of conversation, but the presence of something new. Something exciting. Something shared. It had been two weeks since Anna and David had that conversation. Two weeks of subtle shifts between them — longer eye contact, warmer touches, and stolen glances that asked unspoken questions. Nothing had happened yet. But something had definitely changed. One night, as they lay in bed reading, David closed his book, set it on the nightstand, and turned to her. “So… still thinking about it?” he asked casually, though the weight of the question filled the room. Anna placed her book down too. “Every day,” she admitted, not shy anymore. “But only if you are too.” He nodded. “I’ve been thinking about what it would look like. How it would feel — seeing you with someone else. At first, I wasn’t sure I could handle it. But then I started thinking about it more as… experiencing something powerful together. Not losing anything, but gaining something new.” Anna reached for his hand. “That’s exactly how I see it.” They sat in that moment for a beat, eyes meeting in a quiet agreement. Then David exhaled and said, “What if we talked to Ryan?” Anna blinked. “Really?” “Yeah. Just a conversation. See if he’s even open to it. It’s not a proposition — just feeling it out.” Anna smiled, heart racing. “Do you want me to talk to him, or should we both do it?” David thought about it. “Maybe… just you at first. Keep it casual. No pressure. But be honest.” Anna nodded. “Okay. I can do that.” A few days later Ryan was leaning against the bar at the after-work drinks, nursing a beer, when Anna approached. They’d always had an easy rapport — friendly, warm, nothing more than occasional banter. But tonight, Anna felt a new edge in her energy. “Hey stranger,” Ryan said with a grin. “You look deep in thought.” “Maybe I am,” she replied. “Can I ask you something kind of… personal?” He raised an eyebrow but smiled. “Now you’ve got my attention.” Anna glanced around. “Let’s sit.” They found a quiet corner, and she took a breath. “This might sound strange, but… David and I have been having some really open conversations lately. About trust. Desire. Exploration.” Ryan leaned in slightly, curious but respectful. “We’ve been talking about possibly sharing our bed, with someone else. Specifically, another man.” Ryan blinked, clearly caught off guard — but not offended. “Wow. Okay. That’s… unexpected. But also, kinda bold.” She smiled, nervous but steady. “We’re not asking for anything right now. I just wanted to know how you’d feel hearing that. Because, honestly, your name came up. In the most respectful way.” Ryan looked at her carefully, then let out a breath. “I’m flattered, first of all. And… yeah, surprised. But not uncomfortable. You and Dave — you’ve always seemed solid. So if this is something you’re exploring together, that’s kind of incredible.” Anna felt a sense of relief. “I appreciate that. And if it ever went further, it’d only happen with clear boundaries and full consent — from all sides.” He nodded. “Well… if you and Dave ever decide to talk more seriously, I’d be open to hearing what that looks like. But only if everyone’s on the same page. I wouldn’t want to risk your relationship, or my friendship with either of you.” Anna reached over and lightly touched his hand. “That means a lot, Ryan. Thank you.” Later that night… Anna walked through the front door and found David in the kitchen, rinsing dishes. He turned when he saw her, raising an eyebrow. “Well?” She leaned against the counter, a small smile playing on her lips. “He took it well. Really well. He was surprised — obviously — but respectful. And he said he’d be open to hearing more if we ever felt ready.” David dried his hands and came over to her, placing his hands on her waist. “How do you feel?” “Nervous. Excited. A little turned on, if I’m honest,” she said, laughing softly. He kissed her gently. “Me too.” They held each other there in the kitchen, the possibilities pressing gently around them. This was more than a fantasy now — it was a door slowly creaking open. And they weren’t afraid. They were choosing to walk through it. The following days felt surreal. The conversation with Ryan had opened the door wider than Anna and David had expected. They still hadn’t made a decision, but something shifted in the air between them. The idea had grown roots, threading through their thoughts and lingering in the quiet moments — after dinner, in bed, during lazy Sunday mornings. One night, lying together in the soft afterglow of sex, Anna turned to David and asked, “Do you think we’re ready?” David didn’t answer immediately. He stroked her arm, tracing soft lines up and down. “I think we are. But only if we talk everything through — no surprises.” Anna nodded. “Full honesty. No ego. No guessing.” They spent that week drafting the rules. • No one-on-one with Ryan. Everything had to be together. No side conversations. No private texting. • If either of them felt uncomfortable at any point — for any reason — everything stopped. • No emotional entanglements. This wasn’t about falling for someone. It was about exploring something new, together. • Aftercare mattered. They’d take time afterward, just the two of them, to talk. Check in. Reconnect. Once the boundaries were clear, David reached out to Ryan. “Hey mate. Anna told me you handled that conversation really well. Would you want to come over one night soon to talk about it more — the three of us?” Ryan replied an hour later. “Absolutely. I’m honoured you both trust me. Let’s talk first, no expectations.” Anna felt her stomach flutter as she got ready — not out of nerves, but anticipation. She wore something simple but soft: a black wrap dress that hinted at her curves without shouting. David had told her earlier, “Whatever happens tonight, I’m proud of us for even getting here.” Ryan arrived just after 8. He brought a bottle of wine and a respectful smile. The vibe was friendly, not flirty. David shook his hand. Anna hugged him. They sat in the lounge, wine glasses in hand, the conversation casual at first. But eventually, it turned to the topic they were all there for. “We wanted to be open with you,” David said. “This is something new for us. Not some wild fantasy — but something meaningful. We’ve done a lot of talking. A lot of checking in. We’re strong. But we also want to honour our curiosity.” Ryan nodded. “I respect that. You’re inviting me into something intimate. I’d never take that lightly.” Anna smiled. “And we trust you. That’s why we thought of you.” They laid out the boundaries again — nothing rushed, nothing expected. And Ryan, to his credit, listened without ego. “If the night ends and it’s just the three of us talking until midnight and laughing,” he said, “I’m still glad to be here.” The night they crossed the line… It happened a few nights later. A Friday. They’d all agreed: no pressure, and no pretending. If the energy didn’t feel right, they’d stop. Dinner turned into wine on the couch. Wine turned into touching. Anna kissed David first — slowly, deeply — with Ryan watching. Then she turned and looked at Ryan, and David gave her a nod. She leaned forward and kissed Ryan, just once, soft and exploratory. It felt like a held breath was released. David reached over, took her hand, and pulled her close. And the line was crossed. The next hour was a blur of sensation, discovery, and shared electricity. Anna found herself in the centre of it — adored, desired, held. David never once felt excluded. In fact, he said later that watching her open up, seeing her joy, made him feel more connected to her than ever before. They paused often — checking in, locking eyes, whispering “You okay?” and “I’m good” back and forth. It wasn’t just sex. It was something… expansive. By the time Ryan left, around 1am, there were no awkward goodbyes. Just hugs. Mutual respect. And the understanding that something rare had just happened. Afterward… Anna and David lay in bed together, tangled in sheets, silent for a long time. Finally, Anna whispered, “How are you?” David turned to her, his voice low and sure. I thought I’d feel jealous or insecure. But I didn’t. I just felt… alive.” She smiled, eyes misty. “Same. It wasn’t about him. It was about us.” He reached over and touched her cheek. “And I’ve never felt closer to you than I do right now.” They fell asleep in each other’s arms, warm and changed. Not because of what they had done — but because of what they had dared to explore, together. The morning light crept softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bedroom. Anna woke first, feeling the steady rhythm of David's breathing beside her. For a moment, the events of the night before felt like a dream — vivid and alive, yet somehow distant. She traced her fingers lightly over his arm, watching his chest rise and fall. A wave of warmth and gratitude swelled inside her. What they had done — stepping into uncharted territory — was more than physical. It was a testament to their trust, their courage, and their love. He stirred awake and caught her gaze. His eyes were clear, open. No shadows of doubt or regret. “How do you feel?” she whispered. “Different,” he said with a small smile. “Closer to you. I expected confusion, maybe jealousy. But instead, I feel more connected. Like we faced something big — and came out stronger.” Anna nodded, feeling tears prick her eyes. “Me too. It’s strange how it’s not about Ryan at all. It’s about us.” The days that followed were filled with small, tender moments. They talked more than ever before — about feelings, boundaries, fears, and hopes. There were moments of unexpected vulnerability. One afternoon, David admitted, “I caught myself feeling a little left out while you two were… well, you know. But then I realized I was wrong. You were there with me. I was there with you.” Anna smiled, squeezing his hand. “It’s okay to feel that way. It’s part of figuring it out.” They also talked about what this experience meant for their future. “Do you want to do it again?” Anna asked carefully. David considered. “Maybe. But only if it feels right for both of us. No pressure.” “That’s fair,” she said. As the weeks passed, their bond deepened. They found new ways to communicate and show affection. The adventure with Ryan had become a bridge, not a wedge. Occasionally, they met with Ryan again — sometimes for dinner, sometimes for quiet conversations. The friendship remained intact, grounded in respect and honesty. Most importantly, Anna and David learned that love wasn’t about possession or control — it was about freedom, trust, and embracing the unknown together. Months had passed since that first night with Ryan. The memory still shimmered between Anna and David like a secret treasure — something precious that belonged only to them. But life, as it always does, moved forward with its own unpredictable rhythm. At first, their foray into sharing their intimacy with someone else had brought them closer in ways they never expected. Communication flourished, passion deepened, and a new layer of trust took root. Yet with that openness came complexity. One evening, as they curled up on the couch after a long day, Anna sighed softly. “Dave… I’ve been thinking,” she began hesitantly. He looked at her, attentive. “I love what we’ve discovered together. But sometimes I wonder — how do we make sure this doesn’t become something that complicates things? That it stays a positive part of us?” He nodded slowly. “It’s a good question. I think it’s about balance. Checking in — always. Making sure neither of us feels pushed or neglected.” Anna smiled, relieved by his response. “I guess it’s easy to get caught up in the excitement and forget that the foundation is us.” David pulled her close. “Exactly. We have to keep nurturing what’s ours.” Not everything was easy. There were moments when jealousy flickered unexpectedly — small pangs that surprised them both. A glance from Ryan lingered a bit too long, or a casual text would spark an uncomfortable knot in the stomach. One afternoon, David confessed, “I felt a little off when you two were laughing together at that café last week. It wasn’t jealousy exactly, but… I don’t know, it caught me off guard.” Anna reached for his hand. “Thank you for telling me. I want us to be able to share those feelings — no matter how awkward.” They talked through it, dissecting emotions and reassuring each other. Growth and new opportunities As their comfort with the new dynamic grew, so did their sense of freedom. They began exploring other parts of their relationship — passions they had set aside. They took dance classes, travelled spontaneously, and found joy in rediscovering each other. And Ryan? He remained a trusted friend, part of their expanded world but never a replacement for the bond Anna and David shared. One night, after a candlelit dinner, David raised his glass to Anna. “To us,” he said, eyes shining. “For daring to be honest, vulnerable, and brave. For choosing love in every form.” Anna clinked her glass gently. “To new horizons — together.” They smiled, knowing the road ahead would have twists and turns — but that they would face it side by side.

29 April 2026

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Dat is wel een voordeel wanneer je in de buurt van open water woont. Ook bij de lokale bouwmarkt hebben ze gewoon mooie RVS zeilogen, en een beetje ‘dik touw’. En met mijn aankopen fiets ik terug naar huis, even terugdenkend aan de reden waarom ik nu deze spullen ben gaan kopen, terwijl ik geen boot heb. Het was een week of wat terug. Je had me al eerder verteld dat je het wel lekker vond om af en toe wat steviger aangepakt te worden. Dat vind ik wat lastig, want meestal ben ik van de heel rustige en ‘gentle’ aanpak. Maar de laatste keer heb ik toch gewoon maar eens een andere aanpak gekozen. Je was bij me op bezoek voor een gesprek, maar zeker ook voor een vrijpartij. En nadat wij in de slaapkamer beland waren zei ik tegen je dat ik vandaag gewoon maar eens het voorspel zou overslaan. ‘Eh’, ‘ja’, ‘ok’, ‘lekker’ was je reactie . Ik hielp je een handje met je kleding uitdoen en terwijl jij met je mooie naakte lijf op je rug op het bed ging liggen, was mijn opdracht: ga maar vast op knieën en handen staan. “Want ik ga mij niet uitkleden, ik doe alleen mijn broek los…” en terwijl ik mijn riem los maak, de knoop van mijn broek opendoe en de rits naar beneden, ga jij klaarstaan, je kont naar mij gericht, je benen wat uit elkaar zodat ik er prima tussen pas. Ik kom op mijn knieën ertussen, doe mijn broek verder naar beneden, haal mijn stijve pik uit mijn onderbroek en doe een beetje spuug op mijn hand om mijn lul een beetje glad te maken. Ik zoek met mijn pik en een hand je kut op, want anale seks vind je niet lekker, voel je schaamlippen en trek die met twee vingers uit elkaar en zet mijn pik ertussen. “Mm oh ok” denk ik, “dit is al natter dan ik verwacht had” en vervolgens duw ik mijn pik bij je naar binnen. Ik hoor je kreunen, en merk dat je vol overgave geniet van mijn bewegingen. Ik merk dat je je bovenlijf wat laat zakken, je legt je hoofd zo dat je naar rechts kijkt, en ik hou je billen van elkaar om zo diep mogelijk in je te kunnen stoten Op enig moment zeg je “ja”, ehh ok, je mag nu wel stoppen, het wordt een beetje ‘too much’, ‘en je riem en rits schuren langs mijn benen…’ Ik ga van het bed af, jij gaat weer op je rug liggen, en terwijl jij naar me kijkt, kleed ik mijzelf verder uit. Ik ga naast je liggen, trek het dekbed een beetje over ons heen. Je zegt “jaaah dit was zeker wel stevig genoeg, mag best vaker zo, en misschien wil ik het ook wel eens proberen terwijl ik vastgebonden ben…’ Ik registreer je vraag, maar concentreer me daarna op jouw lijf, want hoewel het voorspel was overslagen, betekent dat niet dat ik de orgasmes ga overslaan, die van jou, en natuurlijk ook die van mij. Ik ken je best al even dus weet ik heel goed wat je lekker vindt, en voor nu is mijn hand met een tweetal vingers op je clitoris rondjes maken, wel met de klok mee, meer dan voldoende om te zorgen dat je gewoon lekker klaarkomt. Ik kies vandaag voor het ‘doe ik zelf’ orgasme, jij gaat op je zij liggen, ik ook, en ik trek me af tegen je billen, net zolang tot ik klaarkom over je kont… We hebben elkaar sinds die keer zeker nog wel eens gezien, en ook lekkere seks gehad, maar vandaag ben ik naar de bouwmarkt geweest, heb inmiddels de zeilogen aan mijn bed bevestigd. Links en rechts aan de uiteinden van het hoofdboord, met het idee dat ik daar je handen mee kan fixeren, en ook links en rechts aan het voeteneind een oog. Ik maak een foto van 1 van de zeilogen, en stuur die via een appje naar je, zonder verdere tekst. Binnen 5 minuten krijg ik een reactie van je: “Ben je morgen thuis? “Jazeker” is mijn antwoord. “16:00” is de enige reactie die ik verder van je krijgt. En dan is het 16:00 uur en sta je voor mijn deur. Ik doe open, jij komt binnen en loopt direct door naar de slaapkamer, en kijkt me aan, ‘ga je me dan nu gelijk vastbinden?’ ‘Nee’ zeg ik, ‘eerst krijg je nog wat te drinken, trekken dan onze kleding uit, en pas dan ga ik je vastbinden.’ ‘Oh jammer’ hoor ik je zeggen. ‘komt vanzelf goed’ zeg ik. Na ons drankje gaan we weer terug naar de slaapkamer, kleden we ons uit, en ga jij op je rug op het bed liggen, in het midden. Ik pak de vier stukken touw en laat je die voelen. Ik maak eerst je armen vast, boven je hoofd, gespreid, met nog maar weinig bewegingsruimte. Daarna maak ik eerst je linkerbeen vast, touw met een lus om je voet, en dan door het oog… , daarna volgt je andere been’. Het is niet in 1x goed merk ik, je hebt nog best wel wat speling, en dat was niet helemaal de bedoeling. Dus spreid ik je benen nog iets meer, en zorg dat de losse ruimte uit de touwen verdwijnt. En dan kom ik naast je zitten op het bed, en ga ik heel zachtjes met mijn mond naar je linkerborst, en op zoek naar je tepel, verder raak ik je niet aan, ik zie dat jij een poging wil doen om mij aan te raken, maar helaas, dat is nu even geen optie. En dus ga ik door met mijn mond, ik hang over je heen om je rechter tepel nu in mijn mond te nemen, en ik zuig daar wat harder aan. Terwijl jij daar ligt, merk ik dat je het enorm lekker vindt, en eigenlijk gewoon mij wil aanraken. Ik ga naast je hoofd zitten op mijn knieën en zorg dat ik mijn pik in de buurt van je mond breng. Je snapt de boodschap en sluit je lippen om mijn eikel, zonder je handen te gebruiken voelt het anders. Zeker niet verkeerd vind ik. Maar ik wil niet in je mond klaarkomen nu, dus haal ik heel lomp mijn lul uit je mond, “mm dat was ok” zeg ik, “maar voor nu genoeg”. Ik verplaats me tussen jouw gespreide benen en zet mijn nog natte eikel voor je kut en ‘ram’ hem naar binnen. Je kreunt enorm, maar bent volkomen machteloos, je kunt mij niet vasthouden, niet aanraken. Maar ik kan jou wel aanraken, en een van mijn handen leg ik op je venusheuvel, zo dat ik met mijn duim precies je clit kan aanraken, terwijl ik je neuk. Je kronkelt nu wat meer, omdat je niet kan doen wat je normaal doet wanneer ik zo bezig ben. Normaliter heb je een of twee handen op mijn borst, of zijkant. Maar nu kan dat niet. Ik ga zo een paar minuten door, tot dat ik bedenk dat het tijd is om je zo vastgebonden te gaan beffen. Ik kom weer naast je, mijn benen ter hoogte van je schouders, zodat ik mijn mond vol op je schaamlippen kan zetten, en mijn tong aan de gang kan. Je baalt enorm dat je nu niet bij mijn pik kan, je zit hem onder mij hangen, maar hij is onbereikbaar voor je, ‘too bad’ denk ik terwijl ik je uitgebreid lik en werk naar een climax van jou. Dat volgt, maar omdat je niet mee kan gaan in de ‘beweging van het klaarkomen’ kreun je serieus anders dan normaal. ‘Maak je me nu los?’ vraag je? ‘sorry’ zeg ik, ‘er is nog 1 ding dat ik moet doen’, en ik ga weer tussen je benen zitten, omdat ik je opnieuw ga neuken. Dat lukt uitstekend, je bent helemaal zeiknat, en ik voel al snel dat ik ook ga komen, maar niet in je, ik haal mijn pik eruit en spuit over je kortgeschoren schaamheuvel en schaamlippen. “Zo, nu ga ik je losmaken” zeg ik en begin met het losmaken van je armen, en daarna je benen. “’Dit was wel ok’ hoor ik je zeggen…

27 April 2026

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As a proud slut, bisexual, yet loves cock, my best gangbang was held on my birthday two years ago. Craig, my hubby, set it up. He finally found 6 blokes for a house party, only five turned up, but that’s ok. That evening, Craig told me to dress as slutty as possible, in heels, but no underwear allowed. My pussy was wet at the thought. Around 8 pm, there was several knocks at the door, and a couple and four single men arrived. That night, after several shots if contro, I leaned over and kissed the female and undressed her and myself. Craig gave her hubby head and then said, ‘take her somebody’. We females that night slept with all the men and hubby. Was licking pussy and taking raw cock. Loved to feel the cum being dropped in me and sharing the experience with another hot slut. She had a great tasting pussy, and I licked her clean several times between fucks. Our pussies leaked cum and our thighs glisten. It was a hot night - just raw slutty fun for a slut wife and her hubby

27 April 2026

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The bar was warm, the kind of warm that comes from bodies and low light and something unspoken threading through the air. I watched her from across the room, as I always did. She had ordered a drink, just to have something to do with her hands. Her dress, caught the light every time she shifted on the barstool. She wasn't looking for anyone. That was the thing. She was just... there. Open. Waiting to see what the night would bring. He noticed her before she noticed him. A man at the end of the bar, well-dressed, with the kind of easy stillness that comes from being comfortable in his own skin. He didn't rush over. He didn't stare. He just... waited. Caught her eye once. Held it. Looked away first. That was the beginning. When he finally approached, he didn't use a line. He just said, "That drink looks lonely," and nodded toward her glass. She laughed. A real laugh, not a performative one. I knew the difference. They talked. Nothing important at first—where she grew up, the band playing in the background, the way the city changed after midnight. He listened. Actually listened. Leaned in when she spoke, laughed when she laughed, let the silences breathe. Her hand stayed on her glass, but her body started turning toward him. Subtle at first. Then not subtle at all. By the second drink, her leg touched his under the bar. Neither of them moved it away. She glanced toward me once. A flick of the eyes. Not asking permission—just checking in. I smiled. She smiled back. The secret between us was the hottest thing in the room. When he touched her wrist—just a brush of his thumb against the inside of her skin—she didn't pull away. She let her hand relax, let him feel her pulse, let him know without words that the door was open. The rest of the night belonged to her. The way she leaned in to whisper something in his ear. The way she let her fingers trail along his collar, just once, just to see how he'd react. The way she looked at him like he was the only man in the bar—while I watched, hard, from across the room. Later, in the taxi home, she leaned her head on my shoulder. "He asked for my number," she said. "Did you give it to him?" She lifted her head, looked at me with that small, private smile. "Yes" I pulled her closer. She laughed again. And this time, we both knew the night wasn't over.

27 April 2026

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Met een tas vol pluggen en speeltjes stap ik de auto in op weg naar de burgerlijke sauna. “Een dagje ontspanning,” zei je. Maar ik ken je beter dan dat. Namelijk dat mijn kutje, mijn mond en mijn kontje ter beschikking staan wanneer jij ze wilt gebruiken. En juist hier, in een plek waar intimiteit verboden is, voelt dat idee super fout, maar oh zo geil. En een beetje angstig. We checken in, krijgen onze bandjes en een tasje. Alles zo normaal, zo onschuldig. Maar mijn gedachten zijn allesbehalve onschuldig. Ze zijn gevuld met ranzige, vieze, harde, geile, porno beelden. Van jou. Van mij. Van wat je met me gaat doen. We zijn amper binnen of je trekt me een doodlopende gang in. Je hand klemt zich over mijn mond terwijl je met één beweging in m’n kutje glijdt. Ik kreun in je handpalm. Je neukt me snel en meedogenloos, terwijl je je ogen richt op de hoek van de gang en alert bent op voetstappen. Je stoot heerlijk in me en oh wat heb ik dit gemist. Ik moet mezelf continu beheersen om niet luidruchtig te zijn. Maar net zo snel als het begon, stopt het weer. “Rondleiding afmaken,” fluister je met een grijns die niets goeds belooft en weer giert er een spanning door m’n lijf. Je leidt me door de gangen, langs sauna’s en stoomcabines, tot we bij de bioscoopruimte komen. Het is er donker. Je duwt me op mijn knieën. Ik weet wat je wilt. Ik open mijn mond en neem je pik in me mond, diep, tot ik ’m tegen mijn keel voel. Je handen grijpen mijn haar en je begint te stoten. Mijn hele lichaam schreeuwt, een opkomende gag reflex om je pik uit te spugen, maar ik onderdruk het. Tranen stromen over mijn wangen terwijl je mijn keel als een speeltje gebruikt en ik kick erop. Ik kick op de wetenschap dat ik niets meer ben dan een gat voor jouw genot. Je sleurt me mee naar een van de rustkamers. De bedjes staan in rijen, maar ik voel al dat het geen bedje wordt. “Bukken,” beveel je. Ik gehoorzaam. Je hand glijdt tussen mijn benen. Ik ben doorweekt, mijn kutje druipt van het vocht dat zich de hele ochtend, eigenlijk dagen, heeft opgehoopt. Één vinger. Twee. Drie. Vier. Je duwt ze in me, rekt me op en ik bijt op mijn lip om stil te blijven. En dan… de deur gaat open. Een vrouw stapt binnen. Ik durf amper te ademen. Ze kijkt even en draait zich dan om. De deur valt dicht. We kijken elkaar aan. Voelen toch wel wat paniek, maar concluderen samen dat ze vast niets heeft gezien en lopen verder. “Heb je ze bij je?” vraag je later, terwijl we bij de lockers staan. Ik knik. Met paniek in m’n ogen. Zoals je had opgedragen, heb ik mijn pluggen meegenomen. De gedachte alleen al… een plug dragen in de sauna, naakt, voor iedereen zichtbaar. Het bezorgt me rillingen van angst en opwinding tegelijk. “De glazen eerst,” zeg je. “Nu.” Ik draai me om, buig voorover en breng de plug naar mijn kontje. Het glijdt erin en ik voel hoe mijn kontje de plug opslokt. Als ik rechtop sta en begin te lopen, voel ik hem bij elke stap. Een constante herinnering. Een constante aanwezigheid. We lopen de sauna in, naakt tussen de andere gasten, en niemand weet het. Niemand ziet het. Maar ik weet het. Ik voel hoe de plug in m’n kontje zit, hoe hij me openhoudt, hoe hij me eraan herinnert wat ik ben. En dat maakt me natter dan ik al was. We doen mee aan een opgieting in een donkere sauna. De hitte en geuren zijn heerlijk en ik kan ook genieten van de wappers. En dan schiet er een gedachte door m’n hoofd: oh nooo, mijn plug is glow in the dark. Ik kijk omlaag, wel tien keer, half in paniek, maar ik hoop dat de mensen tegenover mij de plug niet kunnen zien. Ik probeer te genieten, maar het enige wat door m’n hoofd raast is wat er in m’n kont zit en dat dit, hem kennende, nog maar het begin is. Later vinden we een sauna die helemaal leeg is. Eindelijk, want dat is nog lastig te vinden. “Op je buik,” beveel je. Ik gehoorzaam. “Dichterbij.” Ik schuif naar je toe en beweeg m’n kont omhoog. Ik voel je vingers bij mijn ass, meteen dwingend. Eén vinger glijdt erin. Twee. Drie. Ik kreun zacht, mijn gezicht gedrukt in de handdoek en geef me over aan het gevoel. De hitte van de sauna vermengt zich met de hitte in mijn lichaam en ik weet niet meer waar de een ophoudt en de ander begint. En dan gaat de deur open. Een man stapt binnen. Hij knikt kort naar ons, ziet niets bijzonders, gewoon een stel dat ligt te relaxen, en klimt naar het bovenste bankje. Hij gaat liggen en sluit, hoop ik, zijn ogen. In mijn ooghoek zie ik dat hij alleen jou kan zien, maar ik lig precies met mijn kontje achter de kachel van de sauna. Ik hoop het. Mijn hart bonst in mijn keel. Ik zou moeten stoppen. We zouden moeten stoppen. Maar in plaats daarvan beweeg ik mijn kont omhoog. Ik kan niet praten, maar m’n houding smeekt om je vingers weer terug te proppen in m’n kontje. Je begrijpt het. Je gaat door. Meer vingers dringen in me, rekken me op. Ik voel de siliconen glijmiddel en god, wat ben ik blij dat je daaraan had gedacht, terwijl je mijn strakke kontje bewerkt. Vier vingers. Mijn adem stopt. En dan voel ik het. De druk van je hele hand. Paniek breekt uit in mijn hoofd. Ik wil gillen, wil je tegenhouden, wil vooral heel hard wegrennen. Maar ik kan niet. Niet met die man vijf meter bij ons vandaan. Ik moet stil zijn. Ik moet me overgeven. Het voelt écht alsof ik geen keuze heb. Je boort je vuist in mijn kontje. Je rechterhand, die groter is dan je linker, verdwijnt genadeloos in mij. Ik word overspoeld door hitte, door geilheid, door iets wat voelt als een soort waanzin. Ik kan niet bewegen. Geen kik geven. Het enige wat ik kan is ademen, heel langzaam, heel beheerst, terwijl jij mijn kontje fist met een volslagen vreemde op vijf meter afstand die niets vermoedt, die gewoon ligt te genieten van zijn saunaronde. Ik besef het gewoon niet wat er gebeurt. Je blijft bewegen, je vuist diep in mij, en ik vergeet de man. Ik vergeet de sauna. Ik vergeet alles behalve jou, jouw hand en het gevoel dat ik niets anders kan doen dan het laten gebeuren. Als we de sauna uitkomen, ben ik uitgeput. Mijn benen trillen, mijn kontje voel ik direct door de spanning. Maar je bent nog niet klaar met me. “Pak je grote tunnelplug.” Ik kijk je aan. Dit meen je niet. “Pak hem. Nu.” De plug is enorm. Bijna zo groot als mijn eigen vuist. Als ik hem erin duw, langzaam, kreunend, voel ik hoe mijn kontje zich eromheen spant. Of beter gezegd, niet spant. De tunnel houdt me open, zo’n zeven centimeter wijd, een gapend gat dat gevuld is met niets meer dan lucht. “Naar het zwembad,” zeg je. Ik loop. Elke stap voelt vreemd. Ik loop alsof ik net gefist ben, wat ook zo is, en de plug houdt me constant aan die realiteit herinnerd. Schaamte, onzekerheid, geilheid en een fuck de wereld gevoel strijden in m’n hoofd. Maar één ding weet ik zeker: jij wilt dit. En ik vertrouw je, dus ik doe het. Ik loop het trappetje af, het niet per se warme water in. De plug zit nog steeds in me terwijl ik zwem en dan voel ik het. Het water dat naar binnen stroomt. Door de tunnel, mijn kontje in. Het gevoel is zo bizar, zo pervers, zo ongelooflijk geil dat ik gewoon mezelf geen houding weet te geven met al die mensen om mij heen. Je trekt me door het water, duwt me rond, zorgt ervoor dat er nog meer in stroomt. En dan mag ik eruit. Ik klim het trappetje op, water druipend uit mijn openstaande kontje en ik voel me vies en gebruikt en heerlijk. Terwijl ik in de douche de tunnelplug eruit haal, neuk je me nog een keertje hard en fluister je dat ik mijn spullen moet pakken en dat we naar huis gaan. “Ik heb nog wat af te maken,” zeg je met dezelfde grijns als waar je de dag mee begon.

25 April 2026

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Back in the day, when we were first dating, we flew to London for a trip around Europe. The comments about joining the mile high club got jokingly thrown around before the trip. But I never thought it would happen. Somewhere between Vietnam and London the conversation came up again. It was actually my girlfriend's (now wife's) idea, and it was making me very horny in anticipation. Anyway we waited till the middle of the night, lights were dimmed, and almost everybody was asleep. Then she whispered the magic words "meet me in the toilet in a couple of minutes so you can fuck me". Well, I was pretty nervous about getting sprung, but the excitement was insane. So I stealthily snuck up the isle undetected (I think), and went in. Those toilets are tiny for one person, let alone two horny twenty nine year olds. Anyway we found a way , not very soundproof either, so I guess some people heard the show. With so much hype and anticipation, and blue balls. It wasn't exactly the longest performance of my life, but what a rush. Then we had the challenge of sneaking back to our seats, without drawing any attention. Nobody had a go at us about it, and we still laugh about it. I really think most people would not have the balls to do it.

24 April 2026

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""FUCK ME!" She whispered through ruby red lips as black stilettos tapped along the tiles of his kitchen floor. His now full erection throbbing as she opened her dress to reveal her intimate curves wrapped strategically in lingerie. Within a few steps he had her pinned to the bench, rubbing his hard cock against her wetness, now seeping through her black lace g string. He steps back and commands her to her knees to swallow his cock. Her eyes widen as she looks into his taking his manly hood deep into her throat, gagging the thick saliva runs down her chin as she begs for more. He lifts and turns her over the bench pulls aside her wet panties and pushes the tip of his throbbing penis into her pussy as she quivers and moans. He teased her wetness as she begs him to be deep inside her. In one large thrust he is deep inside her. She moans as she slams into him time and time again. He reached for her large gorgeous tits and pinched the proud nipples standing erect. The painful sensation caused her to arch her back. The sobs of ecstasy from her were exciting him, he mercilessly fucked her. His cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. His testicles rapidly slapping against her ass. Her smooth round, gorgeous arse. A few more thrusts and he would be finished. She could tell that he was due and begged him to come in ever increasing cries. He roared as he slammed into her a final time and sperm shot out of his cock violently. He held his position as another stream followed, and then, another. She screamed in a climax as her body convulsed. He kept spurting until he couldn't spurt again and collapse on top of her. She was trembling, her nipples hard and inner thighs throbbing. He needed to rest but her needs engulfed his mind. She was breathing hard n her back arched high. Her nipples reaching the sky, he grabbed her breast and wrapped his lips around her nipples. She was shaking but wanted more, her moans turned him wild for wanton pleasure - a connection formed, oestrus achieved - the door creaks open.

24 April 2026

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As I stepped into the elevator, I could feel the world melting away. Work politics. The leaky gutter that needed fixing. My daughter’s detention for using her phone in class. All of it dissolved as the doors slid shut. This was our time. And it had been too long—eight weeks since we’d had real time together. But that was the deal. Total immersion. Total surrender to each other—but never intruding on the lives we’d built outside of this. The elevator chimed on twelve. The doors opened. I stepped out, thinking about the one time in those eight weeks we had found each other. A coincidence—both of us in the city. Me out with university soccer mates for one of our occasional dinners, her at a conference, presenting, the research world now at her feet. After the night wound down, we found each other in messages. She slipped away from her delegate drinks. We met in an alley and fucked against a wall - skirt up, panties pushed aside, pants around my thighs, hidden from the nightlife by shadows and skip bins. Our affair lived in those extremes — stolen intensity or complete escape – lust and lace... I knocked lightly on the door and let myself in. The suite was warm, slightly steamy. Claire had arrived first. Of course she had. A bath drawn. Champagne waiting on ice beside the bed. I slipped off my shoes and moved them into the closet, undressing slowly, deliberately. Jacket. Shirt. Trousers. Folded, hung, placed with care. No rush here. No competing noise. No obligations waiting to interrupt. Just this. By the time I peeled off the last layer, I felt lighter—unburdened. I stepped into the bathroom. Claire turned her head, her eyes catching mine immediately. That familiar glint—playful, knowing, entirely at ease. She smirked, theatrical and effortless all at once. “Hello, lover.” I stepped into the shower and turned the water on. Heat spread across my back and shoulders, and I let myself sink into it, head tilted back, eyes closed. I could feel her watching me. When I opened my eyes again, she was rising from the bath. Water traced slow paths down her body dripping from her nipples and clinging to her manicured pubic hair as she stepped toward me, unhurried, completely self-possessed. She came close, kissed me deeply—like no time had passed at all. Claire took the soap and ran it over my body, part massage, part ritual cleansing. The tension built as she washed my shoulders, arms, chest, and belly. Her soapy hand lingered at my navel, my penis slowly starting to thicken and move. Claire slid the soap back onto the shelf and ran her hand down the side of leg and up my inner thigh. She brushed past my cock with the back of her hand before wrapping her fingers around me and gracefully lowering to her knees in front of me. Her warm mouth engulfed me as the warm shower ran down my back. Claires expert blowjob skill was so unexpected every time given her sweet looks and corporate academia demeanour. She expertly sucked me off until she felt me on the verge of cumming and then she fully engulfed my cock and I had to steady myself on shuddering legs as I came deep into her throat. The sexy smirk returned and she reached again for the soap to complete the ritual wash. We dried off and moved into the bedroom, the air cooler now against our skin. Claire lay back, completely at ease, reaching lazily for the fruit on the bedside platter. I leaned over her, taking my time. Rediscovering. The curve of her, the warmth of her, the ease she carried in her own skin. I kissed her perfect abdomen and tasted her nipples still wet from the shower and bath salts. She let out a small sigh as she placed a grape in her mouth, and I kissed her abdomen again and brushed her short pubic hair with my shorted cropped beard. I kissed her on her pubic bone and outlined her pussy with my tongue. Another sigh, deep though. Claire placed another grape in her mouth like a Roman queen completely at ease eating fruit as I started to work on her with my mouth. I had missed the taste. The rhythmic tensing. The sweet sighs guiding my pleasuring… We had the room until late afternoon, and it wasn’t yet midday…

24 April 2026

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If you've been following along or know me at all, I've been looking deeper and deeper into my own history and a lot of discoveries and realisations about what turns me on, what doesn't, why, what I'd like to explore more. Exhibitionism is at the root of it all, and in a way that I discovered is more complex than I think most see exhibitionism as -- at least in terms of my own pleasure from it. Yesterday, I had a much older woman I'd known for a few years now stop in to pick up something for a party that weekend. I'd been deadlining all week and keeping ridiculous hours, and despite knowing she'd be around at 3:30 that afternoon, my exhaustion kicked in and the second I sat down on the couch to chill for a bit earlier, I fell asleep. At home, I'm as you see in my pictures. Confident, love myself (though dying to get back to the gym routine) in this state, utterly comfortable. I honestly wish I could be like this more. And I've been trying to be where it's deemed socially acceptable amidst all these explorations. It felt like I'd barely blinked when I heard the doorbell ring, and instinctively, half dazed, launched up and stumbled to the door, realising as I opened it, I was still only wearing my favoured g-string underwear. The shame part of my brain kicked in and where I'd always wanted to boldly just open a door to someone like this, I was suddenly told "DON'T". But I was already too late, and quickly stepped back with an embarrassed laugh to explain that I'd just mindlessly come to the door half asleep, but she could come in anyway. She laughed and said "oh it's fine, go put something on, I can wait", and then the other part of my brain, the one that had been exploring itself came back. "Nah, it's fine, you're cool, just come in", and she did without hesitating at all. Not eager, not awkward, just with an "cool cool". The TV I'd fallen asleep to was still going and as I grabbed her things from the shelves, the conversation started. Idly, but the longer it went on, and the more I could see her eyes quickly dance down, the more I was swelling, and the more I could tell she was torn between wrapping it up or conversing naturally. I'd been part of sex parties and regularly attend Sunnyside, but it's a different thing, and acting casually here was harder, because I was intensely aware (as was she) that that wasn't the only harder thing, and in these pants, things start to peek out. And the eyes darted more. It's interesting because I didn't think or imagine myself fucking this woman. At all, but if she'd asked me to show it to her I wouldn't have hesitated. If she wanted to see me play with it, I wouldn't have hesitated. And the longer the conversation went on, the more I hoped it might, but the acknowledgement came as her cue to go. Not awkwardly, not out of any kind of fear, or without any kind of denegration. Just a "thank you for this, again -- I'd stay and chat, but I've got a busy night, and it looks like you're going to have a busy arvo" punctuated by one of those boysterous knowing laughs you get from those real salt of the earth types. I saw her to the door, she thanked me again and said she'd see me again soon and was on her way. I went back to the couch, dying to get off, noticing that I'd started dripping already too (can't hide that in those briefs either), and had one of the best orgasms I've had in weeks, which I can only attribute to some psychological element of what had just happened. Thinking back on it, it's an interesting thing. Is the excitement from the unplanned nature of it? If I'd been awake and wanted to do that and let her know in advance, would it have changed anything? The idea of people watching me, both aware and unaware, turns me on, but the unawareness -- the surprise nature and the risque element of it -- would they be offended, would the keep watching? -- is exciting, and something I'm now dying to explore more.

23 April 2026

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We decided to sneak out for a bush walk at Natural Bridge, there is something about the sports bra and gym pants you're wearing. l've been following you along this trail for the last 2 hours. I have the motions of your arse etched in my brain. You have the best arse. You stop at the bend and reach into your back pack for some water. I take that moment to brush the hair that escaped your pony tail away from your neck. I let my hand stay a bit longer than required. l've always loved playing in public places, this place felt private. We haven't seen another person for over an hour. I grab your hand and pull you out of sight of the trail. There are some trees rocks and a little grassy area, I push you up against the rock and move in for a deep kiss. I decide then and there. We're going to fuck. I want you. Your lips are salty from the swet, your mouth is hot and your tongue is sweet. I tickle your exposed rib cage eliciting a moan from you. You're into this too, I can tell by your body language Your erect nipples are poking through your sports bra and my cock is so hard it's trying to bust out of my shorts. I lift up your sports bra to expose your perfect tits. Your nipples are hard, the way you are reacting I think I can get you off just by playing with them. I lick around your entire right nipple being careful to only let my tongue make contact. I can feel you trying to force it. When you've had enough I bite and slightly pull your erect nipple. Just as I'm doing this I slide my hand down the front of your pants. Your waxed pussy is already wet and accepts my probing finger willingly. As I slide it in I can feel you rock on my finger then I pull my finger back and circle your clit. Your wet enough that I can tell you're going to cum quickly. I want you to cum in my mouth. It's risky but I need to pull your pants off for full access I pull your pants and knickers down and lean you back, lift your right leg over my shoulder. Your left leg is all that supports you. I slide my tongue from the bottom of your pussy to the top and then stick my flat tongue as deep inside as i can get. The way your waxed pussy feels on my mouth makes me so hard.l keep my tongue in a rigid wide shape and lick slowly from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. So slowly it seems like time has stopped before I arrive at your clit. Your hands are pulling the back of my head into you harder, Trying to guide me. Once again I take my tongue and lick from the bottom to the top. I focus on your clit. Your body is quivering and you're moaning. After I finish my second long lick I slide two fingers inside you and curve them towards my face. You're so wet and tight. I can't wait to get inside you. My fingers are sliding in and out of your pussy. Your thrusting your hips onto my fingers. Once you're in a rhythm, I start to slightly suck on your clit, take the tip of my tongue and I lick just the top side of your clit while I suck, The effect hits you like a freight train. Your knee almost gives out, I can feel most of your weight on my shoulder and continue with the consistent lick, suck and slide. I can feel your pussy tightening, you're about to cum in my face . I can't wait to taste how sweet you are. Your juice is dripping off my chin and I suck up as much as I can Your breathing has stopped as all your muscles in your body contract at once. Your grip on my head is intense. Your pussy is clenching on my fingers making it feel like your trying to keep them there forever. You start to relax as I pull my fingers out and lick up what I can of your cum. I stand up and wipe off my face, I've got your pussy juice all over me and I love it. I lean in to kiss you, we kiss and you can taste yourself on my lips. Our tongues duel in each others mouths. I feel you rubbing my cock through my shorts I'm hard and ready as you slide your hand up and down. I pull back from our kiss and watch as you unbutton my shorts. You pull my jocks down and my cock flys free. The head is swollen and leaking precum already. You've got me in a bad way. You stroke me a few more times as i whisper, I need to fuck you, right now. I turn you around push on your shoulder as I pull on your hips. The effect pulls the arse l've been studying for the last 2 hour right to my cock. I slide the meaty head of my cock up and down through your crack, you're so wet my cock isn't going to have a problem sliding in. Inch by inch I slide into you. Slowly until my hips meet your arse. Your pussy is completely filled with my thick cock. You reach around and massage your clit as I pull almost all the way out of you, before sliding back in. My cock glides through your tight pussy like you were built for me. I feel each little ripple and wave inside your pussy. My long strokes are getting a bit shorter as I feel you tightening around my cock. You continue rubbing your clit being sure to put slight pressure on it each time I bottom out in you. After several strokes like this I can feel you losing control. I grip both of your hips with my strong hands. I'm pulling on your hips to give me leverage. My fingers are digging into your arse and hips with my intense grip. I'm so turned on my cock is swollen making it feel even deeper. My balls are tightening up to my body as l'm getting close to exploding deep inside you. I slap your arse one time fairly hard eliciting a loud Yelp from you then you moan you're as close to orgasm as I am. I grab a fistful of your hair and pull fairly hard. Your body is quivering as your pussy tightens as I continue sliding my big thick cock deep inside you as we both explode together.

21 April 2026

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Vicki and I were upstairs at Debauchery playing with another couple when Brian came into the main room with a woman I had not seen before. Brian was talking to another guy while the woman stood by them and waited. When I finished with the woman I had been fucking, Brian came over and told me that the woman was here for the first time and her fantasy was to fuck three guys. I looked at her, liked what I saw and told Brian I would be happy to help. Brian took me across the room and introduced me to Heather. She knew what she wanted and quickly stripped down until she ended up standing in front of the three of us dressed only in stay-up stockings and high-heeled shoes. The other guy went first as she lay on her back while he plowed her pussy with his hard cock. Brian and I on each side of her fondling her breasts and legs. I rolled a condom on my cock and waited for the change of shift. When the guy had finished I slid my cock inside her very wet pussy, put her left leg on my right shoulder for deeper penetration and proceeded to fuck her just-fucked pussy. When I finished, I thanked her and waited as Brian slid his cock into her well-fucked pussy. When he had finished, she thanked us all for making her fantasy come true. I pulled off the condom and went across the room to find Vicki had a vacancy. I slid my cock in her as she asked me how I enjoyed helping out a damsel in need.

21 April 2026

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Seth first messaged me out of nowhere—the kind of bold, cheeky confidence that usually only comes from extreme youth or genuine stupidity. His proposition was simple: if I brought him some bud, he’d make it worth my while. I laughed when I read it, scrolling through the bravado, but curiosity has always been my most expensive habit. Instead of going to his place, I told him to come to mine. When he arrived, he played the part of the veteran. He leaned against the doorframe, acting cocky, trying to channel an experience he clearly hadn't earned yet. But the facade was paper-thin. Once the door clicked shut and he dropped to his knees, that swagger didn't just crack; it shattered. He fumbled with my belt, his hands a fraction too shaky, constantly glancing up for a nod of approval. He began trying to please me with a frantic, eager energy—more raw enthusiasm than actual skill. Halfway through his performance, I tilted his chin up, catching his eyes, and let a small, deliberate smirk pull at the corner of my mouth. “Your sister does this better.” The words hit him like a physical switch. His eyes narrowed, flashing with a volatile mix of embarrassment and that specific brand of determination fuelled by pure pride. Suddenly, the hesitation evaporated. He became surgical—focused, competitive, and desperate to prove a point. Maybe he was trying to prove it to me, or maybe he was fighting the ghost of every comparison he’d spent his life trying to outrun. I’ll admit—watching him try to bridge that gap was the most entertaining part of the night. Time blurred on. A year or so later, Bianca found her way back into my orbit, and eventually, my bed. She always moved like trouble in high heels—sharp-tongued, wearing a wicked grin, and possessing the kind of effortless confidence that made saying ‘no’ feel like a personal failing. We picked up exactly where we’d left off, the rhythm between us as natural as if no time had passed at all. At the perfect moment, I ran a hand through her hair, leaned into her ear, and murmured—almost as an afterthought: “Your brother does better.” She froze. The temperature in the room seemed to drop three degrees. She pulled back slowly, looking up at me with eyes full of disbelief, then sharp annoyance, and finally, something far more dangerous. “You’re lying,” she breathed. I didn't argue. I just smiled, lazy and knowing. Bianca sat up, brushing her hair aside and staring at me as if she were dissecting a puzzle. She was trying to decide whether to laugh, slap me, or prove me wrong on principle alone. “My brother?” she said, her voice dripping with incredulity. “Seth? That Seth?” I gave a casual shrug. “What can I say? The kid surprised me.” That was the spark in the powder keg. Her eyes narrowed instantly. It was the same look I’d seen on Seth—the competitive fire, the sibling rivalry that ran through their blood like a fever. “No chance,” she snapped. “Jealous?” I asked, leaning back. That did it. She moved in closer, her chin lifted, that razor-sharp confidence returning in full force. “Please. He copies everything I do anyway. He’s always been the runner-up.” I laughed, the sound low in my throat. “Then maybe talent just runs in the family.” Bianca bit her lip, clearly annoyed at herself for the half-smirk she couldn't quite hide. “You’re an asshole.” “Never claimed otherwise.” For a long beat, she just stared at me, then shook her head, a soft, breathless laugh escaping her. “I can’t believe he’d actually brag about it.” “He didn’t.” That made her pause, her hand stilling on my shoulder. “Then how do you know?” I stepped into her space, lowering my voice until it was barely a vibration. “Because I know when someone is trying to impress me. And I know when they’re succeeding.” The tension shifted. The outrage was gone, replaced by a cold, calculated challenge. Bianca placed a hand flat against my chest, that wicked grin returning, sharper than before. “Forget Seth,” she whispered. “Why?” “Because,” she said, her eyes locked onto mine with predatory focus, “I hate losing to family. Especially him.” And just like that, sibling rivalry became the most potent motivation in the room. Later, Bianca rolled onto her side, tracing a slow, idle finger across my chest as the adrenaline finally began to ebb. “Maybe I just wanted the rematch,” she said softly. I smirked. “Funny.” “Why?” “Because I was hoping you’d finally admit you cared.” She laughed, shaking her head against the pillow. “About beating Seth? Absolutely. To my core.” “About me?” The question hung in the air. For the first time all night, the sharp tongue vanished. The competitive fire softened into something quieter, something real. “You always do that,” she said, her voice dropping. “Do what?” “Turn a joke into something that actually matters.” I looked at her, truly looked at her. “Maybe because the real parts are the only ones that stay interesting.” She held my gaze for a long second, then leaned in and kissed me—slower this time, without the edge of the challenge, without the desperate need to win. When she pulled back, she had that small, knowing smile again. “Don’t get carried away.” “Too late.” She slid out of bed, gathering her clothes from the floor with zero shame and all the lethal grace that made her dangerous in the first place. At the door, she paused, turning back with one hand on the frame. “For the record…” “Yeah?” “I’m still better than Seth. Don't ever forget it.” I laughed, the sound echoing in the messy room. “You two really need to find some hobbies.” She pointed a finger at me, her eyes dancing. “You’re the hobby.” Then she walked out, leaving the room a wreck and me laughing to myself in the dark. Some nights are passionate. Some nights are chaotic. And some nights leave you wondering how the hell you ended up as the trophy in a sibling rivalry you never meant to start—and yet, you wouldn't trade the view for anything. Chapter Two: The Undisputed Seth didn’t just leave the "fold"—he vanished from the conversation entirely. I heard through the grapevine he’d moved a few towns over, found a girl who didn't compare him to anyone, and traded his bravado for a steady job. He’d effectively retired from the game, which, in the world of sibling rivalries, is the ultimate forfeit. You’d think that would satisfy Bianca. It didn't. A few weeks after our "rematch," she was back at my door at 2:00 AM. No heels this time, just boots and an oversized jacket, but that same dangerous energy was buzzing under her skin. She didn't wait for an invite; she brushed past me, her eyes scanning the room as if looking for traces of a ghost. "He's gone, you know," she said, tossing her keys onto the kitchen counter. "I heard," I replied, leaning against the doorframe. "Does that mean you finally won?" She turned to face me, her expression unreadable. "You can't win a game when the other player quits. It just leaves the score unsettled." She walked toward me, her pace slow and deliberate. She stopped just inches away, her height making her feel like a physical challenge. "I’ve been thinking about what you said. About how you know when someone is trying to impress you." "And?" "And I realized you’re a liar," she whispered, though there was no heat in it. "You played us. You knew exactly which buttons to press to make us both act like idiots." I didn't deny it. "It made for a very interesting few nights, didn't it?" Bianca’s hand moved to my collar, her grip tightening just enough to be felt. "That’s the problem. You think you’re the one holding the controller. But now that Seth is out of the equation, there’s no one left for me to beat. No one to compare me to." She leaned in, her breath warm against my neck. "Which means," she murmured, "I have to make sure you forget he was ever here. I have to make sure that if you ever try to pull that 'someone else does it better' line again, you’ll know you’re lying to yourself." The rivalry hadn't died with Seth’s departure; it had just narrowed its focus. Bianca wasn't competing with her brother anymore. She was competing with my memory of him. She was fighting to become the only name on the leader board. "You're becoming obsessed, Bee," I said, a laugh catching in my throat. "I'm becoming thorough," she corrected. She pushed me back toward the bedroom, her confidence no longer fuelled by spite, but by a need for total narrative control. She wanted to erase the very idea of a runner-up. As the night went on, the air in the room felt heavier, the stakes higher. Bianca wasn't just performing; she was colonizing. Every touch, every look, was designed to overwrite the past. Much later, as the first grey light of morning filtered through the blinds, she sat up and looked down at me. She looked exhausted, but her eyes were triumphant. "Still think he was a surprise?" she asked, her voice raspy. I looked at her, truly seeing the effort she’d put into winning a war that was already over. "I think you're the only one still keeping score." She leaned down, kissing me hard—one last punctuation mark on the night. "Good," she said, sliding out of bed and reaching for her jacket. "Because I don't share my hobbies." She walked out without looking back. Seth was gone, and Bianca had claimed the territory, but as I lay there in the quiet of the morning, I realized the game hadn't actually ended. It had just changed. I wasn't the trophy anymore; I was the ground they fought over. And even if Seth never came back, Bianca would spend the rest of her life making sure I never missed him.

19 April 2026

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