silverhush

8 min·May 19

I'm 47, lean, with a rugged charm and a few silver streaks in my dark hair that women find intriguing. I'm a project director for a renewable energy company, and life's hitting a high note. My career's soaring, and my personal life's just as vibrant. I'm married to a woman 10 years my junior, whose beauty draws attention everywhere. Having learned from past relationships, we've crafted a marriage with enough freedom to keep things fresh. We both embrace our desires openly, which fuels our connection and makes every day feel electric. I want to share a recent romantic escapade that left me buzzing with energy. It unfolded in Miami, where I traveled from Boston for a conference. After a morning of presentations and a lunch with industry partners, I returned to my hotel to unwind. By late afternoon, I set out to explore the city and stopped by a trendy boutique to find a gift for my wife. Inside, a saleswoman was assisting a striking young woman trying on a silk dress and a cropped jacket. Their conversation drifted my way - the saleswoman raved about how the outfit accentuated her elegance, but the young woman hesitated, saying it stretched her budget. I apologized for interrupting and said it'd be a pity for someone so captivating to miss out on an outfit that seemed made for her. I offered to buy it as a gift. She looked startled and declined politely, but I persisted with a warm smile until she relented. My only condition? "I'd love to see how it looks on you." She emerged from the fitting room, and I was floored. The dress clung to her curves, highlighting her graceful hips and long legs. The jacket added a chic edge, framing her slender shoulders. I couldn't hold back my admiration, praising her poise and the way she owned the look. When she returned to the fitting room, she left the door slightly ajar - perhaps intentionally. I caught a glimpse of her slipping out of the dress, revealing a delicate lace bra and matching panties. The saleswoman noticed my gaze and gave me a sly grin. While waiting, I asked the saleswoman to show me some lingerie for my wife, who loves pieces that make her feel irresistible. I chose a deep burgundy set - a bra with intricate embroidery, a thong with satin ties, and a sheer chemise that promised allure. The young woman, now back in her casual clothes, nodded approvingly at my selections. I paid for both our purchases, and we left with our gift bags. I suggested we grab a drink. She chose a passionfruit mojito over coffee. Her name was Ava, a 23-year-old art student living with roommates, unattached. I shared a bit about my life, keeping it open but relaxed, and we quickly built a comfortable trust. I mentioned I'd be free the next morning after 9 and asked if she'd show me around Miami. To my delight, she agreed, and we planned to meet. The next day, Ava arrived in the outfit I'd bought, looking radiant. Passersby couldn't help but stare as we strolled through the city. We visited the vibrant Wynwood Walls, wandered the bustling streets of South Beach, and lingered at a waterfront park. Lunchtime came, and she led me to a lively Cuban café. Over mojitos and empanadas, we laughed, swapped stories, and ventured into more personal territory. When I hinted at the playful, sensual dynamic I share with my wife, Ava's cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity. I let my hand rest on her thigh under the table, and when she leaned closer, I traced the sensitive skin along her inner thigh. Her skin was warm, like silk under my fingertips, and she didn't pull away. Emboldened, I ventured higher, brushing against the fabric of her dress. A gentle press revealed her warmth, and her subtle shift toward me confirmed her interest. I suggested we pay and head to my hotel. We took an Uber to the Fontainebleau and hurried to my suite. The moment the door clicked shut, our lips met in a hungry kiss, the tension from the day igniting. Ava's hands roamed my chest, unbuttoning my shirt with urgency, while I eased the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Her bra followed, revealing small, perfect breasts with dark, taut nipples begging for attention. I kissed my way down her neck, lingering at her collarbone before taking one nipple into my mouth, teasing it with slow, deliberate swirls of my tongue. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair. Her hands fumbled with my belt, and I helped her, stepping out of my pants as she knelt, her breath warm against me. She admitted she'd only been with younger guys who rushed things, so I guided her gently, showing her how to take her time. Her lips were soft, tentative at first, then bolder, drawing a low groan from me as she found her rhythm. "You're doing so good - just like that - keep going, " I murmured, my voice thick with need. Before I lost control, I lifted her to the bed, trailing kisses down her stomach until I reached the delicate lace of her panties. I slid them off, revealing her glistening core, pink and inviting. My tongue traced her slowly, savoring her sweet, musky taste. I circled her clit, alternating between soft licks and gentle suction, feeling her thighs tremble against my shoulders. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking as I pressed a finger inside, curling it to find the spot that made her gasp. "Oh god - don't stop - please, " she panted, her voice desperate. I didn't, intensifying my rhythm until she shattered, her body arching as she cried out, her release flooding my senses. Still trembling, she pulled me up, her eyes wild with want. I grabbed a condom, rolling it on as I teased her entrance with the tip, rubbing it against her swollen clit until she whimpered. I entered her slowly, her tightness gripping me as I pushed deeper, inch by inch. Her walls pulsed around me, and I groaned at the intensity. "You feel so good - so tight - move with me, " I urged, and she did, meeting my thrusts with a rhythm that drove us both wild. Her nails dug into my back as she moaned, "Harder - please - I need it." I quickened my pace, each thrust deeper, her gasps spurring me on. I felt her clench around me, her second climax building. I angled my hips to hit just right, and she came undone, her cries echoing as her body shook. I flipped her onto me, letting her ride, her hips grinding as she chased another peak. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her face flushed with pleasure. "You're so beautiful - keep going - let go, " I growled, gripping her hips. She did, screaming as she came again, her spasms pushing me over the edge. I thrust up, my release crashing through me, leaving us both breathless. We collapsed, her body curled against mine, my fingers tracing her curves as we caught our breath. I kissed her forehead, savoring the warmth of her skin. She admitted she'd never experienced anything like this - her past encounters were rushed, unsatisfying. "I didn't know it could feel this good - you've ruined me for anyone else, " she teased, her voice soft but sincere. When she slipped into the bathroom to freshen up, I tucked some cash into her purse - enough for a ride home and a small treat to remember our day. I hoped it'd make her smile when she thought of me.

6 min·Mar 19

During a weekend trip to the local outdoor pool, I ran into a couple of guys from the soccer club who waved me over, suggesting I join them. I didn't think much of it and followed them to their spot under a shady tree. Besides the two I knew, a few other guys were there too - mostly familiar faces from school. Their blankets and towels were all jumbled together, and they told me to just plop down with them and stash my stuff by the tree. I did, peeling off my shorts and tank top since I'd already put on my navy blue swimsuit at home. I grabbed a towel and squeezed into a spot next to one of the guys I recognized. It was tight in the middle of the group, but they didn't mind - they shifted over quick to make room. We chatted for a bit before settling in to soak up some sun. About fifteen minutes in, one of the guys said he was heading to the water and asked if anyone wanted to join. Most of them, including the ones I knew, were game and urged me to come along. I wasn't feeling it yet, but before I could protest, four of them grabbed me, hauled me to the kiddie pool, and tossed me in. Soaked now, I gave in and followed them to the main pool. There, we started messing around with a ball - kind of like water polo. I got passed to a lot, but usually lost it right away as the guys pounced on me. Their hands brushed over me constantly - grazing my chest, sliding down my stomach, even slipping along the insides of my thighs. My bikini bottom shifted down a bit sometimes, and once my top popped loose, letting a breast spill out. I tucked it back in fast, but after a while, I couldn't ignore how their touches were getting me worked up. My nipples hardened, poking through the fabric for all to see. When they decided to wrap up, they swarmed me - maybe six or seven of them - forming a circle and saying they wanted to toss me up for fun. Before I could process it, they grabbed me and launched me into the air. I splashed down, only to be scooped up again as soon as I surfaced. After a few rounds, I was breathless. They let me stand, but my top had come undone in the back, leaving my chest mostly bare. They stayed clustered around me. As I reached to fix it, two hands grabbed my breasts from behind, kneading them while the others started running their hands all over me. It sent shivers through me, and I let out a soft moan. Then one guy slipped his fingers into my bikini bottom, plunging into my soaked heat, teasing me until I nearly tipped over the edge. One of them took my hand, pulling me out of the pool toward the changing cabins, a few others trailing behind. Too dazed and turned on to resist, I stumbled along. He dragged me into the first cabin, hands back on my chest, squeezing until I moaned again. It moved fast from there. He told me to bend over and brace myself on the bench. His hand slid between my legs, pushing my swimsuit aside, dipping a finger inside to check me. Feeling how wet I was, he yanked the bottom down, telling me to strip it off completely - which I did. Then I felt his hard length press against me, thrusting in with one sharp move that made me gasp loud. "Quiet, you little tease, unless you want everyone to hear you getting fucked, " he hissed. I didn't want that, so I bit my lip, trying to stifle the sounds as he pounded into me, finishing inside me just before I could get there myself. He pulled out quick, and I heard the door swing open. I turned my head, too hazy to do more, and as he left, another guy stepped in - trunks already down, his half-hard cock nudging me. "You're mine now, school slut, " he growled, slamming into my dripping, already-filled core. His rough thrusts pushed me over the edge, and I came hard as he kept going, unloading in me too. It happened three or four more times - I lost track - each one taking their turn until I collapsed on the floor, their mess spilling out of me, coating my thighs. Once I caught my breath, I pulled my swimsuit back on. Good thing it was still wet from the pool - it hid the sticky trail still leaking out. I wobbled back to our spot after a quick rinse. One of them smirked, "Cooled off now, huh? " A few laughed, and I flushed red, dropping face-down onto the blanket without a word. It didn't take long for their hands to find me again, stroking gently at first. I closed my eyes, letting it relax me, but soon their touches grew bolder - slipping between my legs, teasing me until I was hot again. One guy climbed on top, his bulge pressing against my ass through his trunks. His hands slid under me, groping my chest as I started moaning softly. Two others joined in, stroking me, one slipping a finger into my mouth that I sucked on instinct. Then a hand wormed under me, pushing my swimsuit aside to finger me again. The guy on top shifted, freeing his now-thicker length and guiding it inside me. He fucked me slow but deep, hands clamped on my breasts, and it didn't take long for me to come. He finished soon after, spilling inside before sliding off - only for another to take his place, then a third, each adding to the mess until my swimsuit was soaked through with it. I hadn't noticed the others had gone back to the water. Once I recovered, I decided to bail. I mumbled something about plans and left, despite their protests - "Aw, stay, it's been fun! " But I was done. My body ached, and I didn't want to face them again.

6 min·Jan 10

It had been a few days since I had been experiencing an annoying itch in some parts of my body. At first glance, it seemed like small granules had appeared, but after taking a closer look and seeing the number of them, I leaned towards thinking it was some kind of eruptive disease, one of those that are very annoying and take a long time to go away. So, feeling a bit apprehensive and uncertain, I decided to get to the bottom of the doubt I had. I went to the dermatology department at the hospital I always go to. When I arrived, I announced myself and waited until my turn came. There were only three of us waiting: a young couple and me. At one point, a doctor came out of one of the consulting rooms, a woman of about 40 years old, medium height, brown curly hair, slender figure, and very little charm. Although I was a bit distracted, I managed to notice that she gave me a quick glance and I heard her say, "Let me take it." It seemed that on that day, her solidarity with her colleagues was greater than usual. She said my name, and we both went to the corresponding consulting room. As we entered, she was already seated, ready, and when she greeted me, she smiled suggestively. Her way of looking at me made me feel uneasy, I don't know why. All I wanted was for that damn itch to stop bothering my body. I told her about my problem, and she asked me to show her the affected areas. First, I took off my dark blue sweater, then I unbuttoned my shirt of the same color, opened it, and pointed out where I was itching. When I looked back at the doctor's eyes, I saw - to my surprise - that she had been contemplating my entire anatomy. She was startled and quickly looked more closely at the specific area. Then I mentioned that I also itched near my crotch. I asked her if it was necessary to show her that area, to which she nodded as if it were obvious. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down to my knees with some timidity. She was getting more and more excited; I could see that her lips were more humid than when I had looked at them before. "Come, get closer to the light." I was in the middle of that consulting room, semi-naked, just with her, who was touching me softly, running the tips of her fine fingers over my crotch, making my dick harden gradually. I was still in my underwear, with my torso naked, almost immobilized by my low jeans, while the doctor's hands seemed to be taking their time to leave my body. They seemed to not want to go. I was waiting for her to tell me something, I was waiting for her to comment on the diagnosis, I wanted to know what I had, and all I got was a silence that was making me uncomfortable. She kept touching me and touching me, and just when I was about to tell her to stop, the curious doctor lowered my underwear, leaving my erect member exposed. "And does it itch here too? " she asked with mischief. She took my erect dick and put it in her mouth without pause. She began to caress it with professional touch, now with more dedication than before. The way she did it excited me much more than the other times some woman had been playing with my sacred piece of flesh. The degree of excitement was superlative. Slowly she sucked my member until the middle, then started to suck it. At this point, my dick was erect to the maximum, which made her enjoy it in all its long extension. At times, her eyes sought mine, and I was getting hotter and hotter. Moreover, on the other hand, an additional nervousness hovered over the atmosphere due to the fear we both had of someone entering to interrupt us. It seemed to please her a lot, my tasty dick, so much that at times her hand that held it squeezed me more than necessary, which hurt me on one hand and heated me up even more on the other. I asked her to stop and get up. I adjusted myself a bit to take my turn. Just as I was, I quickly unbuttoned the buttons of her white uniform, then I hastily took off her annoying sweater until I finished taking off her black corset. My tongue launched itself in search of her excited breasts, whose firm nipples denounced her excitement. Accompanying my lingual caresses, the doctor's hands caressed my head very slowly. I pulled down her panties with a jerk, managing to heat her up even more. I inserted my large member into her humid cavity. Oh! How the doctor enjoyed it! With each thrust, she burst into muffled moans, and I was getting more and more excited. In some way, I could admire and feel the orgasms she was having by the way she moved, the saliva she secreted, and how she dug her sharp nails into my skin. All this, sweat had invaded my body, everywhere, and when I passed through the areas where I had an itch, it irritated me a lot, but with the general excitement I had, this irritation instead of unsettling me added more heat to the scene. I was about to finish, so I withdrew my hot dick from her vagina to finish on her face. She had been left soaked with the sacred white liquid, hot and delicious. We got dressed, she gave me a prescription, and said she would see me in twenty days, words accompanied by a complicit gesture. Curiously, when I left there, my itch seemed to not affect me...

3 min·Sep 15

We are a couple from Colombia, I am going to tell you about a time when my wife confessed to me that she had made me a cuckold, long before entering the cuckold world. She is a health assistant and works all day long with doctors, I always asked her if she liked any of them or if she had ever thought about sleeping with any of them, but the answer was always NO. I had already asked her to have a threesome at some point and even in bed fantasizing I would ask her to imagine that she was with one of them. At first he took it badly, after insisting several times, he agreed and always came to mind a specific doctor, I never gave it importance, until one time when we were having a few drinks, he confessed that the fantasy had come true. She told me that the same doctor, whom she mentioned so much while having sex with me, had made her his more than once in the doctor's office and that on more than one occasion when I picked her up from work she was late in leaving because she was being fucked. That day she told me, I took her to a motel and fucked her like a whore, how nice to know that you have such a beautiful and slutty wife to share. A few days later and without drinks she told me in more detail how she would lock herself in with the doctor after shifts and when everyone had left the office, the guy would order her to undress and then he would start sucking her cock and balls from the root. At that moment I understood why I had noticed some changes when he was sucking my cock. He told me that he would then place her on the stretcher with her back to him, she would lay her breasts on the stretcher and he would start stimulating her clitoris with his fingers until she felt it very wet and he would penetrate her with his cock. The guy, a tall brunette, had a nice dick, no more than 18 cm, but she felt him fill her insides with every thrust he gave her. She never accepted it, but I know that on more than one occasion the doctor came inside her. For my pleasure I made her recreate one of those scenes and have her suck my cock in the same way, since then I ask her to do it that way from time to time and talk to me as if I were that doctor, so that she always remembers that this is how she started being a good whore.

8 min·Aug 26

Once, when I took the train to a larger city with my girlfriend, there were several foreign men in the next compartment. It was the time of very short minis, just like today. My girlfriend wore her mini so short that you could see her little white panties at the slightest opportunity, which naturally drew a lot of men's attention to her long bare legs. She seemed to enjoy it and it also turned me on when I saw other men getting hot for her. When we had sex together, we often talked about her doing it with other men. After a few stops, everyone got off except for the four foreign men and the two of us. As these men had been undressing her with their eyes the whole time, I knew that things could get hot now that we were alone. Strangely enough, this didn't scare me, on the contrary: I felt a strong desire to let them take my girlfriend. I changed my seat, sat opposite my girlfriend and stretched one leg between her legs, which she willingly spread. The men sat opposite her in the other compartment and I knew that they could see her panties. I read their faces like in a mirror and saw that their thoughts were revolving around fucking. I looked at my friend and nodded slightly backwards. She understood and tossed her long hair back, looked at the men, then at me, her tongue came out from between her snow-white teeth, licked her lips... I knew she was getting very horny and, like me, was thinking about our conversations. Then the conductor came by, demanded our tickets, took a long look at her legs and moved on. I imagined various scenes that could take place as I felt a stream of desire flowing from the adjoining compartment to my girlfriend's body. I looked at her and saw that she was feeling it too, even returning the desire. The flow increased as I imagined how she would be fucked by all these men in the toilet before the conductor came next time. The desire became so strong that I outgrew myself. I looked at the men, then at my girlfriend, who was now almost lying on the seat and extremely horny. Her mini had ridden up so high that you could see her panties very clearly. It was a soft, open silk slip that I really liked because I could easily penetrate her from the side whenever I felt like it. The men looked at me, astonishment and desire on their faces. They were dark-skinned, about ten years older than us and didn't seem to have the Christian inhibitions. Then I leaned forward, stroked up my girlfriend's legs, slowly, until I reached her panties... and pushed them aside in one motion, revealing her curly reddish-blonde hair. She moaned, turned to the men and I made a head movement that meant: come here, take them, you can have them, one at a time. The men became very excited, talked a little in an unknown language, bumped into each other... Then the train started to slow down and stopped at a smaller station. My girlfriend was struggling to suppress her desire and just sat there as she was, with her mini riding up, her panties open... I gave her a push, pulled the panties over her fleece, the mini down a little. People got on, walked through the compartment, the men stared out of the window... Then the train started up again. The conductor came past us and took another long look at my friend's bare legs. Further ahead, a couple with two children had sat down in a compartment. We overheard them talking, the children whining and laughing, the mother trying to calm them down with stories. She told the story of the bad wolf..., the seven little goats... The foreign men had calmed down again and looked at me and my friend. They were probably waiting for the invitation to be repeated. Now there was a long stretch without a station and a long tunnel in between. Fortunately, no one had sat near us. My girlfriend slipped lower again, showing her panties, now spreading her legs of her own accord, pulling her panties aside while I gently stroked her thighs. Suddenly, one of the men stood up and sat down next to me. He pointed at my girlfriend and asked: "How much? " He wanted a price. I became very aroused, Lou even more so when she heard that she was to serve as a whore. "One hundred, " she said, "ten minutes for each of them. I repeated this to the man in English, but he had already understood. He went back to his colleagues and spoke to them quietly in their language. Then he came to me. "Two hundred for all, " he said. I nodded. I didn't care how much. You could have had them for free, just for the pleasure. But it was clear to them that they would pay, that she was my whore. The man went back and returned with two foreign notes, which he pressed firmly into my hand. I didn't know the money and had no idea how much it was worth. But I took it and said OK. Lou's cheeks were now very red. The man took her by the hand, pulled her up, took her into the compartment, where she had to sit on his knees... I watched in fascination as many dark hands began to stroke her bare legs, reached into her panties, she spread her legs and began to moan... I hoped not too much, because of the family in the front of the carriage and because of the conductor, who could come at any time. But he didn't come. And then came the long tunnel. It took quite a long time before we emerged from the darkness into the light again. During this time, I heard Lou's sounds of pleasure, knew that she was being taken by all four men... and then suddenly there was light, and I saw how they had Lou on her knees, stripped naked and one was fucking her while the others made their cocks squirt over her face. What if the conductor came? And he did indeed come. When he saw me sitting alone in the compartment, he probably thought my girlfriend was in the toilet. I quickly got up to distract him and asked him for the connection to change trains. He looked in his book, leafing through it, while I looked over his shoulder to see Lou being jumped and splashed by the men. He couldn't hear their moans because of the noise in the tunnel. I walked a little ahead of him, away from Lou and the men, and he followed me with the book in his hand. Then I returned, stopped and looked at Lou and her tormentors. Now she was being taken hard and had to suck their cocks too and one was trying to take her anally, which she wasn't so used to. She moaned and looked at me for help. Soon the tunnel would be over, then they had to stop. But this tunnel seemed endless and Lou kept getting fucked. That was starting to make me think. "Stop, enough, time's up, " I shouted and tried to push the men away. But they pushed me away. Only when it slowly got lighter did they let go of her, hurriedly stowed their cocks, pushed Lou into the compartment with me and threw their clothes on. They kept the panties. "Quick! " I urged. Lou hurriedly slipped into her mini, pulled on her white sweater and kept her high heels on. Her face was wet, her lips swollen and the men's cum was running down her bare thighs. I handed her my handkerchief and she dried herself as best she could. Then the conductor came by and announced the next station. The men sat as before, looking out of the window and Lou hid her wet face by snuggling up to my shoulder. At the next stop, the men got off, they laughed and one of them triumphantly showed off her beautiful silk panties. On the platform, everyone came to the window, waving and laughing, bowing, throwing kisses to Lou... I opened the window, Lou looked out, held out her hand to everyone, and when the train left, she was holding her beautiful silk slip, which we used many more times and under different circumstances.