I'd love to fuck, suck, and drink her dry. If she was smoking during that time, that would be the best thing ever. Smoking meth and then a Virginia Slim 120 while I stroked the cum out of her cock. I'm dripping thinking about it. 

I was into this man from work, for almost ten years now. He is a few years younger than me, I am 45, and we are both married.

The disaster of a marriage I am in, is one of the reasons I found this place, but not to go into details, we practically have separated sex and social lives, but we keep appearances, for some reason, that we forgot in the mean time, so I know that he has a woman he sees, and I have had a few adventures as well, but nothing long term.

My colleague, the one I was into, is a wide shoulder, slim, tall man, with dark hair and thick, trimmed beard, dressed to impress, and I was throwing hints his way, for a long, long time, a touch on the shoulder, a joke, etc. I know he was looking at me in that way, since, not to sound over confident, I am still a good looking woman, especially for my age.

So, on Friday, at our Christmas party, I did my best to impress him. Little note, we do not bring our spouses to these things (Europe), so I danced with him, all night, and he was returning the signals, and, we ended up in a hotel room.

As I said before, I had a few adventures since my marriage practically seized to exist, but there is a reason I used past tense in the first sentence of this confession. While, all my life, men were pretty weary around me, I don't know if it is my looks, my overall vibe or something, but most men would be quite careful and vanilla with me. He wasn't, he was mean, rough, and disrespectful. It was mostly anal, with unnecessary roughness, insults, hair pulling, slapping, spitting... I never felt so dirty and humiliated in my life.

I felt great deal of shame after it was done. I didn't like it, and my crush on him just went away, but Friday night, I had the most intense orgasm of my life.

And before you ask, I will not do it again, but I do recognize that the physical pleasure I felt, was sweet and bitter at the same time, yet not sweet enough, to make me want the replay.

I have been lusting over this woman, I know from social events, for quite some time. She is my age, so early 40's, and we met in the theatre. I am a theatre nut, and visit one at least once a week, and during this one intermission, some three years ago, we kind of started chatting, about the opera we were seeing.

Next time we met before the play, exchanged a few words, and on the next intermission, a couple of weeks later, I saw her going through the crowd, looking for someone.

She was looking for me. That night we went for drinks, and it was a pleasant conversation. I must admit, I looked at her that way. She is a beautiful, slim brunette, little back heavy, which I like, a lawyer whose career leaves no room for anything besides this little pleasure. I work in film production, so my knowledge on the matter, regarding acting, and music, made her want more from me.

We started having sex in April last year, first with protection, now without. She tells me she is on the pill, but I still pull out, which annoys her, but besides that, everything is just fine. Anyhow, she doesn't have almost any time besides her work, so for us, it is just theatre, drinks afterwards, and sex at her place, once or twice a week.

Now, you will think, that there is not much to confess here, but, there is. I am married, to another career woman, who also has no time for me, except on the weekends, so I am loving my wife, and this woman, at the same time, for 9 months now, without any problems.

Only thing I have to do is, to avoid weekend theatre.

Yet, I feel great amount of fear, since I am aware that this can't go on forever, without one of the noticing, and I must end my affair, but it is so hard to let go of something so great.

I only hope I will manage, before I cock it up.

Slim babe with a bad tit job. Still would. Still did. 

About a month ago I got a call from a friend, we’ll call her Stephanie. She made a good career out of being a therapist and I’d user her services at a discounted rate sometimes. When my ex destroyed me I felt like there was nothing left, and darkness consumed me. In my mind, my ex was the one and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
Stephanie has wispy blonde hair, B cup tits, she’s nice and slim. I’ve always been attracted to her.
Through a good year of therapy and understanding that I had PTSD from the shock of losing my ex, Steph helped me in so many ways to move on past all of the pain and trauma.
When I picked up the phone I heard her soft voice, “Hey how are you doing? Just wondering if you’re free over the weekend? My girlfriend and I are going up to my parents cabin – just thought you’d need a nice breath of fresh air.”
I’ve met Steph’s girlfriend before, she’s a very down to earth woman who is pretty chill. Of course my mind went into fantasizing about having a wild orgy all weekend long with the both of them, and my cock started throbbing. Maria always kept her jet black hair short, basically a bobbed haircut. If I had to guess her tits were about a C cup, she is half Mexican and half French, which gave her a very exotic look. She’s gorgeous too.
“Oh hell yeah, that sounds like fun. I’ll bring the booze!” I said, as Stephanie laughed on the other end of the phone.
I told her I would meet them up there, as I had to work on Friday, but should be able to get up there before it got super late.
After work that Friday, I stopped off at the liquor store, got some Jack Daniels and a case of Modelo, put it all in a cooler filled with ice and left.
It took me 3 hours to get up to the cabin, traffic sucked. When I got up there both of them were sitting on the porch, drinking coffee. Stephanie ran up and hugged me, she smelled so sweet. Her girlfriend, Maria patted me on the back and said “glad you could make it!”
I got the cooler and brought it inside.
“Maria made an epic roast for dinner,” Steph pointed to the stove. We all sat down and ate it, it was indeed delicious! Steph and Maria both kind of looked at each other and smiled then kissed. I looked down at my meal as to not intrude on their intimate moment.
I heard Maria giggle, and she said boldly, “oh a man spending the weekend with two lesbians, shame shame!”
“He’s been through a lot, he’s not one of the assholes Maria, he’s one of the good ones,” Steph seemingly defending me to her lover.
I blushed a bit, “um, thanks.”
We all sat down and watched John Carpenter’s “The Thing,” as Maria never saw it – she liked it. The evening winded down and they went off to bed, and I made a bed out of the couch.
I was awoken by the smells of coffee, bacon and eggs being cooked. I almost got up off the couch but noticed I had some massive morning wood standing at attention and I needed to get that under control. I made sure to be inconspicuous about it, but Maria saw me stiring.
“Good morning sleepyhead, there’s coffee and I’m making us some breakfast.”
“Good morning,” I said sitting up, making sure to keep my crotch covered by the blanet.
Steph marched on over to me, “Come on! Time to get up!” and she pulled me by the hands off the couch. My cock was pushing on my shorts, and there was no mistaking that I had a massive boner.
Maria laughed first, pointing, “damn boy, that morning wood is out of control!”
Steph took a step back and blushed, “oh wow, I’m sorry…”
I must have been blushing really hard as she stepped back I grabbed the blanket and put it over myself to cover my cock throbbing through my shorts.
“It’s normal, you don’t need to be ashamed!” Stephanie said, rolling her eyes. She sat down next to me and smiled, “don’t worry about it we’re not offended, it’s kinda cute.”
Maria turned off the stove and walked over and sat down on the other side of me, “nothing to be ashamed at mister.”
Maria pulled the covers away and exposed my boner again as they both seemed to be intrigued by it.
Steph laughed a bit, “you want to see it, babe?”
Maria’s eyes seemed to light up, “Yeah, if he wants to show it.”
I could feel the heat of my cheeks – my face was on fire with embarrassment.
Steph gently caressed my cock, and started tugging at my shorts, and I didn’t even hesitate to stop her – hell I helped her. My cock sprung out of my underwear and shorts.
“I’m… not that big… so…” I mumbled.
“Oh fuck off with that bullshit,” Maria said as she knelt down and put her soft lips around the head of my cock. I turned to Stephanie who smirked and leaned in for a kiss, and I accepted it. Her tongue pushed into my mouth as her girlfriend tried to deep throat my meat.
Stephanie started to take her pajamas off, revealing her perfect breasts, Maria continued sucking on my cock as she slid her pajama bottoms off and started fingering her own pussy. I cupped one of Steph’s soft breasts in my hand as we continued to kiss. My heart throbbed, I never thought this was going to happen at all but I wasn’t going to say no to these two perfect women.
Stephanie started licking my nipples and worked her way down to join her girlfriend, they both took turns sucking my cock and kissing each other. I felt like I wanted to explode, and they knew how to edge me – just stopping before I was about to cum.
Stephanie got up and mounted me, her pussy was already wet as I slowly pushed inside of her. Her girlfriend gasped, “that’s so fucking beautiful.”
Maria stood up and pulled her pajama top off, and started kissing me, I cupped her breasts, and then she kissed Steph – both of them were in ecstasy. My fingers started probing Maria’s pussy, she was dripping wet. I could feel Steph grinding on my cock, pushing it inside her tight warm wet cunt as deep as she could.
“I’m not going to last long, I haven’t had sex in a while!” I panted as she rode my cock.
She smirked and then kissed me, “good, empty your fucking balls in me.”
I did. I couldn’t hold off, and I fucking dropped load after load inside her perfect pussy. I nearly passed out from the orgasm. Steph slowly got off of my cock, cum dripping from her.
My eyes were closed, but Maria wasn’t done, her lips were on my cock cleaning up all of the cum and Steph’s pussy juice. My body shuddered.
“Mmmm, I’m not done, I need some of that sexy cum too,” Maria moaned – keeping my cock hard with her hot mouth. As soon as my cock was rock hard, Maria got on the couch and bent over, waiting for me to mount her doggy style. I got up, and gripped her sexy hips and entered her.
She moaned as I pushed inside of her, Steph started licking Maria’s swaying tits and massaging her clit. Maria started bucking and lost control, her pussy muscles clenching my cock as she came hard. She let out a scream as Stephanie laughed in the joy of watching her partner orgasm all over my cock. I started fucking her harder and harder, my cock exploded inside of Maria as I groaned with sexual pleasure – my semen pumping deep inside her. I collapsed on the couch. Both Maria and Stephanie cuddled into me.
“That was fucking awesome,” Stephanie whispered. Maria’s fingernails lightly trailed my chest hair.
“Thank you,” Maria whispered into my ear, her tongue gently licking my earlobe.
“Perfect engagement gift babe,” Stephanie said as we all cuddled together.
“Wait, what? Your engaged? You didn’t even tell me – I would have brought a present now I feel bad,” I said.
“You are the present, silly!” Maria said, then kissed me full on the lips, our tongues meeting passionately.
We ate breakfast not even bothering to get dressed. Stephanie explained to me that she always had a crush on me and that Maria thought I was cute too so they concocted this plan so they could seduce me. Maria seemed a bit bashful after our sexual encounter, but Stephanie was full on talking about how after my ex screwed with my head so much that she started falling for me. She said that she told Maria that if they were to be a couple, that she’d have to accept that she had feelings for me. My mind was blown.
We ate lunch, fucked, ate dinner, fucked, we all somehow managed to fit into one bed at night, woke up to Stephanie sucking my cock, we went into another room, I fucked her until she came, then I came inside her again.
“Happy Halloween, babe,” Steph whispered to me.
We had sex all weekend, my balls were completely drained, my cock was chaffed and my muscles were sore as hell. I started wondering if this could be a continual thing between all three of us. I really wanted it to be. I didn’t ask right away, I decided to give them some space and then ask.
A few weeks went by, and I texted Stephanie, “How’s it going? Thank you for the great time at the cabin, I haven’t heard from you in a bit and just hope everything is good between us… and if possible if the three of us can have some kind of relationship?”
After I sent the text I felt stupid, like I was looking desperate. It took her a bit to respond, but each passing minute she didn’t gave me doubts about everything. But her response was… jaw dropping.
“Well, you’re going to have to be an active part of your child’s life, right?”
I almost fainted.
“You’re pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“Maria?”
“Just me. But you can work on her when you come over to our house.”
“What are you saying Stephanie??”
“That you’re welcome to be in a relationship with both of us, because we both want you.”
“Just the three of us, no one else?” I texted her, because I couldn’t handle another guy fucking them, especially fucking Stephanie.
She then sends me a picture of them topless, and kissing, “JUST THE THREE OF US BABE!”
THAT was yesterday. I’m going over to their house tonight for dinner.
I’ve never been in a poly relationship, and I hope it lasts.

This is the kinkiest thing I have ever done, but with no prejudice.

In our 20's, we had a large group of friends, and we were all into rock, and heavy metal, visiting concerts, gigs all over the place etc.

Now, there were a few girls in this group, but one of them caught my eye, she was a cute brunette, slim, with big tits. I took my shot a few times, but with no luck, until, after one concert, we were coming back via intercity train, and we were all out of our minds from all the things we took. Somehow, we ended up in the toilet, and I fucked her brains out, I even fucked her in the ass, while choking her, calling her names etc.

Hot experience, all in all, but she started evading me after it. I didn't give a fuck, it was hot, and I was lucky I had that experience. As you can imagine, things like that didn't happen to me very often, so I was bragging around to my friends from the group, going into details, like any young fella would.

After that, life went on, I moved out and decades have passed. Last summer, I came back to visit my family, and on the street, while walking with my wife, saw her, and one of my best friends from that time, walking together.

He married her shortly after I moved and lost all contact. He knows what I did to her, and I am pretty sure she never confessed that to him, why should she, I moved out. But she was blushing, he acted all awkward...

Now I can't stop thinking about it.

I lived two lives, regarding my sexuality.

Before getting married, I was with a guy, older than me, who from the very start made me realize, that our thing will be nothing more than sex. I became obsessed with him, since, in my mind, he was unreachable for me. He was older, very, very successful, well dressed, rich, and I felt good knowing he was spending his nights with me, out of all women out there. I was never a pretty girl, but back then, I was slim, with big breasts.

Before him, I didn't know that sex can be so amazing, that I could enjoy things I never thought to dare doing, and in the end, he was the one who introduced me to ML.

And then, nature called. I broke it off, and started dating this groom to be, and got married, all within a year. That was my second life, boring, but gentle, not exciting, but pleasing enough. Soon enough, I got fat, after my second pregnancy. He became less and less interested in me, so I came back here, looking for some kind of excitement, but you know how this place is, one things gives you a spark of interest, only for the next one to shut it down completely.

So I reached out to my former lover, and he gladly called me over, but when he saw me in the doorway, I could see he was disappointed. Had a few drinks, and he flat out told me, he can't go on with me, and that he might be shallow, but that is him, and that he is sorry. I was so desperate, to feel desired, and wanted by him, that I got on my knees, and started unbuttoning his pants. He said no, but I was resolved to do it, so he eventually let me.

It was horrible. He treated me badly, to the point, that it ended up with me, giving him a rim job, while he was bent over.

When I was leaving, he made sure to inform me, that we won't be seeing each other again.

I cried all the way back home, but I am glad this happened, since it opened my eyes. I started going to the gym, got on a diet, and now, three months later, I lost 20 pounds and feel myself again.

My husband is helping me with this, and the old spark is back.

Only thing is, that I still feel terrible for what had happened, but I guess some of us just have to learn the hard way, in order to go forward, and grow.

Last weekend I had an unusual experience, that left me baffled. So I might as well get your opinion on it.

I have been married for 17 years, and got divorced in May. So, I have been off the market for quite some time. I am 44 now, met my ex wife when I was 22, so besides her, I had no action for all this time, and I was out of the dating game for 22 years in total.

Last weekend I went out on my first date after more than two decades, with a woman I met through work. She is this charming, slim, petite 35 year old, and I was looking forward to it. The night went well, made her laugh, we talked for hours over dinner, and eventually, I drove her home.

When we arrived, I leaned over and kissed her, and she kissed me back. I wasn't expecting her to call me up to her place, this was a good start. But then, she reached over, and started unbuttoning my pants, right there, while we were parked in a parking lot. Lots of kissing and groping, while she started to jerk me off, so, naturally, I suggested for us to go upstairs.

"Not tonight"

Ok, I thought, started some "pulling over", trying to get her to blow me, but she wouldn't budge, so she continued kissing and wanking me, until I came.

Kissed me good night and got out.

Now, six days have passed since Saturday, and I called her, but she didn't respond, at first, yet yesterday she called me. I proposed another date this weekend, but she told me she can't, some private obligations with her parents, but that we will keep in touch, and reschedule.

My question is - what grown woman just gives a hand job? Last time I got just a hand job was, in high school. Is she not into me? Was this a pity handy?

Has anyone of you guys ever had such a ambiguous expirience?

I struck gold.

I am 40, divorced for five years, and after the end of my marriage, I didn't really have much action. So, my friends, who are a married couple I know for over 20 years, suggested introducing me to their friend, a 45 year old divorcee, like myself. Of course, I agreed, expecting some beat up woman, but hey, pussy is a pussy, and I have been dry for too long.

We agreed on meeting at a restaurant, all together, to pretend like it was a meeting by accident, but both me, and her, knew it was a set up. Before the said meeting, I realized I could've asked for a photo, from my friends, but since I grew up and dated in a non digital age, I forgot about that option.

Oh man, was I surprised! When I got there, they were sitting with this, slim, hot brunette, with big boobs (found out later she did a boob job after divorce), and cute on top of it. Successful, cardiologist, it felt surreal. We talked, drank, had some fun, and exchanged numbers.

I thought she will be a tough nut to crack, thinking, she was out of my league, but she responded to my first call, and we decided to go on a date.

Fucked her on the first night. Man, was I elated, thinking, that I am such a hunk, and I was only not aware of my raw sex appeal...

Well, of course it wasn't like that.

We are seeing each other now, for around five months. Sex is amazing, she is so hot, and opened, and, all in all, a great fucking catch.

But, in that time, I found out a bit about her. She got divorced more than 15 years ago. Felt like an ugly duckling (she is not the prettiest woman in the world, but very, very cute), got a boob job, and after that, her life was a stream of bad relationships. She lived with two guys in that time, and both of them dumped her in a really bad way. Tried dating casually, but as she said, that felt bad, and left her feeling even worse.

So I started feeding that urge, to feel loved, appreciated, wanted. She fell for me so hard, that now I have this gravitational pull towards her. One time, I fucked her missionary, while kissing her, and told her I love her, and that I want to put a baby in her (I had a vasectomy after divorce), so when I started cumming in her, she came so hard, that she started shaking and crying.

I can do whatever I want with her, and I have pushed some limits, she responded without hesitation.

Now, here is my dilemma. She started talking about me moving in with her, after her younger son moves out to college, next year. I kind of want to do it, I like her, everything is going great, but my fear is, that after we do it, the magic will disappear.

I am a bit naive, believing that it won't, but my experience so far, proved me other wise. And in the end, how shall I say no to her, since I feel that might make me lose her.

I have a colleague I meet four times a year, at our regional quarter seminars. She is 50, married, beautiful, slim and gentle blonde, elegant and classy. I am 44, married as well, but I always liked her, so, every time, we would joke and dance at these parties, there was some innocent flirting, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Two weeks back, we had our end of third quarter seminar, and she just wasn't herself. Not in the mood, sitting on the sidelines, by herself, so I approached her, and we started talking. She was all, I am ok, nothing is wrong, but I kept pouring wine and asking. Finally, she said something about having some problems at home. I said that I hope that the kids are ok, and she said yes, that is all fine, she was just having some marital problems.

Wine kept pouring, I opened up about some of my problems, than she did, (nothing sexual on either end), and after that, again, with the jokes, and laughing. By the end of the evening, she excused herself and I offered to escort her to her room. We never did that before, but she said yes.

When we got there, she invited me in, to "raid the mini bar". So we did.

We were sitting on her bed, and after the said raiding, she just leaned over, and kissed me. I was still a bit shook, and she started unbuttoning my pants. I expected her to mount me, but no, she got on her knees, and before you know it, she had my cock in her mouth.

She knew her business - watching me in the eyes, softly sighing, licking the head, then, putting it all in. I expected her to stop at one point, get up, ride me, but she didn't, she just kept on working. I get blow jobs once or twice a year, from the Mrs.so you can imagine my excitement. When I announced that I am cumming, she got down and started licking my balls, while expertly stroking me.

I shot the biggest spurt of cum, all over her hair,. while moaning like a little bitch.

When I got my senses back, I wanted to kiss her, but she just waved it off "I have to shower, this was a mistake".

On the two remaining days of the seminar, she said hi, and all, but clearly evaded me.

God knows what was going through her head, and in the end, I do not care, but I am a bit curious to see, how all this will play out, next time we see each other, in December.

I fucked my wife's friend.

She is, actually my SIL's friend, but my wife knows her, as well. She is a very beautiful brunette, I think she is 39, slim, with big tits, and all in all great figure. I am married for a long time, and my wife and her sister are very close, so I heard a few things about her friend - she was unhappy in marriage, cheating frequently, and all this was said in the tone of "she is acting like a slut".

And she was always super flirty with everyone, even me, but I guessed that is just how she is, never gave any extra thought to it, until she started going to my gym.

Talked to her a few times, she was giggly, flirty, like always. I must admit, I did position myself to get as much eye candy while she worked out, what can one do, I am a man after all. Soon enough she started asking me for advice, on how to do certain exercises, and I gladly helped, and, we started working out together, where we would even text back and forth, and schedule our next sessions.

I told this to my wife, didn't want her to find out any other way, and she didn't mind. Well, that was a mistake.

This woman wanted me, and she didn't hesitate to make that clear to me. I was in doubt, with a clear head, I would never do it, but our sexual desires are hard to control, especially when we have someone just offering themselves to us.

So, one evening, after our work out, I asked her to come over for coffee. She asked if my wife is busy, will we be bothering her, and when I responded that her and the kids are away for the weekend, she said yes.

We both knew what was gonna happen, and as soon as we got in, started kissing. I couldn't hold myself, I bent her over on the sofa, and pulled her leggings down. I wanted to eat her sweat soaked pussy and ass, but when I ran my hand over her lips, she was wet as a fountain. So, no time for that, and I just stuck my cock in her.

I fucked her hard, fast, with full thrusts in and out, while slapping her ass. Oh, how hard she moaned. In the end, I pulled out, and came all over her ass, making sure to cover both of her cheeks. She smiled, pulled her leggings up, without even wiping, kissed me, and said she has to go, her husband is waiting for her.

At that point, I didn't care what will happen. I figured, this is a start of something, that I will fuck her many times, even started going through scenarios of what I might do next, got hard again, and even jerked off, the same night.

Well, tomorrow morning, she texted me that she is changing gyms, and that she wanted to thank me for all the help I gave her in her work out routine.

I think she got cold feet, being afraid that if this comes out, she will lose all of her friends, and that is true.

And I am left here, thinking of all the things I could do to her, that night, that I missed out on. Still, can't complain, had sex with a hot woman, what more can one ask.