#Drunk

Christmas is a pretext for family gatherings, feasting, drinking, and letting loose. The sequence of events shapes the outcome: savoring Christmas Eve is one thing, but reveling in a truly unforgettable night is another. With Lauren, my favorite sister-in-law, younger and with curves that demand attention, we indulged in a night that burned bright, fueled by icy champagne bubbles and the heated pulse of my desire We converged at the family's sprawling lakeside retreat, five families uniting to celebrate, among them Lauren, about 34, with a figure that stops you cold. She's well aware she's the spark of my restless nights - I've made it clear with every glance, every whispered hint at our gatherings. Until that night, my brazen, lustful advances had only earned me polite pecks and hugs constrained by family decorum. Lauren, "Lulu" in our close-knit circle, was especially "spirited" that evening, the champagne's effervescence loosening her usual restraint, softening her sharp wit. It wouldn't have been so tempting if I, the one spinning this tale, hadn't been keenly alert, ready to pounce on any crack in her defenses and claim victory at the first opening. I kept her glass brimming, ensuring her mood stayed high. My attentiveness bore fruit - she began to lean into my suggestive banter, teetering on the edge of propriety, trading sly looks and veiled promises until we brushed against the delicate line of physical intimacy. With the family drowned in champagne's glow, no one noticed - deep into the night, everyone was far merrier than usual. After endless toasts, we scattered across the retreat's grounds - some clutching flutes of sparkling wine, others lighting fireworks, the rest slumped in a haze of food and drink. Far from the music and crackling pyrotechnics, I lounged against a weathered cedar, eyes half-closed, biding my time to advance my relentless pursuit of Lulu. "Hey, Nate! Guess who? " - Soft hands covered my eyes - "Go on... take a shot! ""It's you..." - I pressed my lips to her palm as she stepped in front of me. "Brother-in-law, hiding out here... all by yourself? " she teased, her voice a playful lilt. "Worn out! Too much to drink..." "Ha! That's two of us, then. "With a casual grace, she settled beside me, her head resting on my thigh. I shifted, bending my left leg to cradle her just right. She turned to face me, her fingers grazing my inner thigh, stirring my senses, coaxing my body from its drowsy state into something far more primal - bluntly put, she was waking me up in every way. Her teasing touch hardened me, my arousal growing under her deliberate strokes, while from the cedar's shade we watched the family revel in the night's excess, oblivious to us. Her hand lingered, shaping me through the fabric, each movement deliberate, stoking a fire that threatened to consume us both. "You're flirting with danger... keep it up, and you'll get scorched, " I murmured. "What if I want to burn? " she countered, her eyes glinting with mischief.Her boldness took over. She swung a leg over mine, straddling my thigh, her hand assessing my readiness with a slow, firm grip. I pressed my knee against her core, and she adjusted, aligning herself so the pressure hit perfectly. She rocked against me, her movements a slow grind, as if trying to ignite sparks between us. Her fingers found my zipper, tugging it down, freeing me from the confines of my jeans. She wrapped her hand around me, her touch both commanding and curious, stroking with intent as she hid us beneath the flow of her skirt. No underwear - she'd planned this, guiding me into her warmth as I kept watch, letting her steer this reckless voyage. Her body was a velvet embrace, slick and inviting, enveloping me as she sank down, taking me fully. Her hands braced against my knees, she moved with purpose, each rise and fall a pulse of raw need. Her breath quickened, her skin flushed, her rhythm intensifying as she chased her peak. The setting wasn't ideal - half-hidden by a tree, surrounded by family - but her urgency overrode caution. Her hips ground harder, her gasps sharper, her body slick with desire. She arched, seeking the perfect angle, her nails digging into my thighs as she drove herself faster, deeper, until a shuddering climax tore through her, her muffled cries swallowed by the night. She collapsed against me, trembling, her breath ragged with curses and sighs, surrendering to the aftershocks of her release in my arms. "You stole my moment, " I teased, still hard, unspent. "Got you close, though, didn't I? " she panted. "Give me a sec, and we'll fix that. "She shifted, facing the cedar, hidden from prying eyes. Lifting her skirt, she offered herself again, her stance inviting. Standing, I gripped her hips, angling her just right, and entered her from behind in one fluid thrust. Her warmth gripped me, tight and slick, urging me deeper. Each thrust was a surge of need, her curves swaying to meet me, the risk of discovery sharpening every sensation. Her soft moans mingled with the distant pops of fireworks, her body yielding as I drove harder, faster. The tension from earlier, her teasing, her climax - it all coiled tight, and I unraveled quickly, spilling into her with a low groan, the thrill of our secrecy amplifying the release. We slipped back to the family separately, faces composed, blending into the festive chaos as if nothing had happened. Her husband, too drunk to drive, made it obvious we'd take them home after dropping off my family. I helped settle Mark, half-conscious and reeking of whiskey, into bed, where he promptly passed out, snoring like a chainsaw. Downstairs, Lauren offered coffee. "Black and strong? " she asked, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Or... maybe with some cream? " "Your cream's my preference, " I shot back. "You're insatiable, " she laughed. "I want you again. "That was all it took. Desire roared back, a ravenous beast. I pulled her close, kissing her neck, her skin fever-hot as she led me to the spare room. There, I knelt between her thighs, my tongue tracing her curves, teasing her sensitive core until she gasped, her hands tangling in my hair. I lingered, savoring her taste, her hips bucking as I drew out her first climax, then another, her moans sharp and unrestrained. Four times she came - two from my mouth, two from everything I gave her. Her body, slick and trembling, clenched around me with practiced skill, her energy fading under the weight of pleasure and champagne. Exhausted, she was pliant, unable to resist as I took control. I flipped her onto her stomach, her curves raised high, feeding my urge to dominate. She played at defiance, but her sighs betrayed her thrill at being tamed, each sharp spank on her skin drawing a gasp of delight. The air grew thick, urgent. I entered her again, her tightness gripping me as I moved with raw intensity. Her moans urged me on, but I had another target in mind. Sliding out, I pressed against her tighter entrance, feeling her tense, then yield. She pushed back, then pulled away, testing me. A firm spank stilled her, another anchored her in place. I felt untamed, driven by a primal need. Her resistance only fueled me, each thrust deeper, harder, her gasps blending pleasure and a hint of pain. I gripped her hips, her hair, losing myself in the rhythm, the heat, the power of claiming her fully. Her cries grew frantic, mingling with pleas to stop and whimpers for more. Time warped - endless for her, a fleeting storm for me. My hands marked her skin, my teeth grazed her shoulder, until the pressure built beyond control. I came hard, a torrent inside her, her own release echoing mine in a symphony of shared intensity. As I eased back, our mingled fluids glistened in the dim light. We kissed, lips crashing together for the first time, fierce and unapologetic. No regrets, no vows - just the raw truth of what we'd done, a fleeting story small in its telling but vast in its weight, its full meaning still unfolding. There'll be other nights, but none will match the fire of this one...

I've shared plenty of my intimate escapades, often with partners I've connected with multiple times, savoring every second. This time, though, I'm diving into a one-off encounter - a fleeting, electric moment with someone I never saw again. But let me be clear: this was someone I'd known for years, someone who'd always sparked something in me. That evening, I checked in with my partner before heading out to a rooftop lounge. We have this mutual understanding - it's not about asking permission but ensuring we're on the same page and know each other's whereabouts in case of emergencies. So, I met up with my girlfriends at the lounge, ready for a night of fun. It was live music night, with a band playing soulful covers, perfect for losing ourselves in the rhythm and lyrics. My friends and I ordered cocktails - mojitos and martinis flowing freely. A group of guys approached, offering to buy us drinks. We didn't know them, so we politely declined. As the night wore on, more drinks in hand, they sent over a bottle of prosecco as a gesture. We sent it back, keeping our vibe tight. One of the guys seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him through the haze of music and laughter. Around 1 a.m., the lounge started winding down, so we decided to hit a nearby dance club just a short walk away. The club was buzzing, and it seemed half the lounge crowd had the same idea. We danced, laughed, and sipped more drinks, completely caught up in the moment. The DJ gave a shout-out to our table, which made us cheer wildly. During a break, the DJ sauntered over - and I recognized him instantly. His name was Marcus, a former colleague from my old marketing gig. Marcus was striking - a bit husky, not too tall, with warm brown eyes, a chiseled jaw, and a neatly trimmed goatee that gave him a rugged charm. I'd always found him attractive back in the day, despite his stocky build. We got to chatting, and he mentioned he liked to invite women to join him on the DJ platform to keep the energy high. He called up a few other groups, then us. My friends and I climbed up, moving to the beat. The chemistry between Marcus and me was palpable - our playful glances and synchronized moves had my heart racing and my body tingling. The cocktails and pulsing music had me burning with anticipation. We stepped down after a bit - rules are rules - and kept dancing below. The guys from the lounge reappeared, sitting nearby, their eyes locked on us. We ignored them, lost in our own world. My partner called to check in, and I assured him I was fine, promising to be home later. We hung up. One of the lounge guys approached me. He looked familiar, but in my buzzed state, I couldn't pin it down. He wore a navy blazer, was tall and wiry, with a faint scar above his eyebrow. He asked me to dance, and I agreed. After a couple of songs, we parted ways, returning to our tables. Marcus kept sending shout-outs our way, and our eyes kept meeting, each glance stoking the fire inside me. My imagination was running wild, and I was already so turned on. The guy in the blazer asked me to dance again, and we did, our bodies close but not too close. By 4 a.m., the club announced they'd close unless tables ordered at least $250 worth of drinks to extend the night. We pooled our cash, and more cocktails arrived. One of my friends, Lily, was practically asleep at the table, while the rest of us kept the party going. The blazer guy came over again, saying he'd reserved a private lounge area and invited me to "chat." I knew it wasn't just about talking, but curiosity - and a spark of excitement - led me to grab my clutch and follow. In the dimly lit lounge, he introduced himself as Nathan, but his friends called him "Stretch." Then he hit me with a shocker - he was my partner's cousin! Yes, you heard that right. He explained he was the son of my partner's aunt's cousin, and we'd met at our engagement party and a few family barbecues. I was stunned. He confessed he'd always found me attractive and leaned in for a kiss. I pulled back, saying I didn't want any drama. He respected that, offering to walk me out later. I said I'd stick around a bit. We left the lounge, and, true to his word, we only talked - nothing more. Still, the forbidden thrill of it all had me aching with desire, though I knew I couldn't act on it without risking trouble. The club was nearly empty by then, with only a few stragglers left. We decided to head out. As we were leaving, Marcus gave us another shout-out and queued up a final track. He jogged over, asking us to wait so he could drive us home after his set. Lily was out cold, Ava was ready to leave, and Zoe had an early shift, so we couldn't wait long. Marcus insisted on driving us, and we agreed. Stretch watched as I climbed into Marcus's SUV with my friends. We dropped my friends off one by one. I was the most sober - or so I thought, especially after the cousin revelation snapped me out of my haze. After the last drop-off, Marcus said he'd forgotten his hoodie at the club and asked if I'd come with him to grab it. I agreed, enjoying his company and, let's be honest, drawn to his rugged charm. He parked, then invited me inside for a quick drink. The club was deserted - just us, the neon lights casting a soft glow. He poured me a bourbon, and we talked, the air thick with tension. It was nearly 6 a.m., and I said I had to go, thanking him for the great conversation. He asked if I was sure, then closed the distance between us and kissed me, his lips firm and warm. It was the moment I'd been craving, but I played it coy, murmuring, "I'm taken." He smirked, saying he knew - he'd seen my partner drop me off at work before and didn't care. His hands roamed my body, urgent and hungry, squeezing my curves as he deepened the kiss. I slid my hand over his jeans, feeling him harden under my touch. He peeled off his shirt and pants, revealing his stocky frame, and I followed, stripping down to my lace bra and panties. Our kisses grew frantic, tongues dancing, as I pressed myself against him. I climbed onto the bar, the cool surface a sharp contrast to my heated skin. He grabbed an ice cube, slipping it between his lips, and knelt between my legs. The icy chill against my most sensitive spot sent shivers through me as his tongue swirled, the cold melting into warmth. His fingers teased my entrance, sliding in just enough to make me gasp, my hips bucking against his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming - the ice, his lips, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm, drawing soft moans from me as I gripped the edge of the bar. Then it was my turn. I slid his boxers down, and - holy hell - his member was short but impossibly thick, like nothing I'd ever seen. The tip was small, almost delicate, but the shaft was a challenge, broad and heavy. I started slowly, my lips wrapping around the head, tasting him as I worked my way down. It was intimidating, but I took my time, savoring the way he groaned. He guided my head, urging me deeper, and I obliged, my jaw stretching to accommodate him. My tongue swirled along the underside, and I felt him pulse, his grip tightening in my hair. I kept going, even as my jaw ached, lost in the intensity of pleasing him. I pulled back, breathless, and he asked if I was enjoying it. I nodded, my voice husky as I said, "Hell yes." He positioned himself between my breasts, and I pressed them together, letting him move against me. The friction was electric, his groans fueling my own desire. He asked if I had protection, and I dug two condoms from my clutch. To my shock, the first wouldn't fit - too tight for his girth. We tried the second, stretching it carefully until it just barely worked. I leaned against the bar, one leg propped on a stool, my body open to him. He positioned himself behind me, easing in slowly. The stretch was intense, a mix of sharp pleasure and a hint of pain, filling me in a way that made my breath catch. But the angle wasn't quite right - he couldn't go as deep as I craved. I guided him to the floor, laying him on the pile of discarded clothes. Straddling him, still in my stilettos, I took control, guiding his thick length into me inch by inch. My hands braced on his chest, I moved, slow at first, then faster, watching his face contort with pleasure. His hands gripped my hips, then my breasts, pinching my nipples as I rode him, the sensation sending sparks through me. It was incredible, but my heels were killing me, and I needed more. I shifted, leaning against the bar again, urging him to take me. We tried, but the angle still wasn't perfect. I dropped to my knees on the floor, arching my back in my favorite position - on all fours, ready for him. He knelt behind me, sliding in with a slow, deliberate thrust. The stretch was exquisite, his thickness opening me up as he moved, his hands gripping my hips. He tugged my hair gently, a light spank landing on my skin, and I moaned, begging for more. The rhythm built, our bodies syncing, but his length kept him from hitting that deepest spot I craved. I rocked back against him, matching his thrusts, determined to feel every inch. We went at it for what felt like forever, lost in the heat of it. I shifted again, lying on the clothes, legs spread wide. He teased me with his fingers, circling my clit with slick precision, making me writhe. I begged for him, and he obliged, lifting my legs to his shoulders and sliding in. His fingers kept working my clit as he thrust, slow and deep, then faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his back. His pace quickened, sweat beading on his brow, his face flushed as he moved harder, faster. My moans filled the empty club, mingling with the faint hum of the neon lights. He hit his peak, his body shuddering as he groaned, collapsing against me. He'd finished, but I was still on edge, my body humming with unspent desire. He lay beside me, catching his breath. I excused myself to the bathroom, grabbing my clothes. When I returned, we were both dressed, my stilettos back on. He drove me home, the silence between us comfortable but charged. He mentioned he worked weekends at the club and invited me back. I smiled, saying I'd had fun but hadn't quite gotten there. He promised a next time. I never returned while he was DJing, though. At home, my partner was fast asleep. Still buzzing, I needed release. I slipped into the bathroom, cleaned up, and grabbed my vibrator. Closing my eyes, I pictured Marcus - his hands, his mouth, that impossible thickness - and let the toy work its magic. My fingers circled my clit, the vibrations pushing me higher until I shattered, my body trembling as I finally found my release. Exhausted, I showered, made coffee, and started the day. My partner didn't seem to notice when I'd gotten home - or so I believe.

Let me tell you about this wild night when my friends from the office decided to hit up The Tipsy Crow, a dive bar downtown. It was a Saturday, the one night they let ladies in without a cover charge, so we were all in. There were four of us: Mia (the yoga-obsessed health nut), Sophie (celebrating her recent engagement), Lily (the newbie in our department, barely 20), and me. Mia picked us up in her beat-up hatchback, and we rolled into the bar, ready for some fun. We spent the night sipping cocktails, laughing over office gossip, and occasionally twirling onto the dance floor with guys who caught our eye, giggling like teenagers. The night was smooth sailing until a couple of guys, probably in their mid-30s, started eyeing us from across the bar. They had that confident, slightly weathered vibe-like they'd been around the block but still knew how to charm. Eventually, they sauntered over and asked us to dance. They zeroed in on Lily and me, probably because Sophie was a bit heavier and Mia was too busy scrolling through her phone, ignoring them entirely. We danced, laughed, and lost track of time until it was nearly 2 a.m. Mia suddenly announced she had to bounce - she was sneaking off to meet her side guy, a bartender she'd been flirting with at her favorite gym's juice bar. Since she was our ride, we all agreed to head out. We waved goodbye to the guys and piled into Mia's car. We were cruising down Oak Street toward the freeway when her car sputtered and died, leaving us stranded in the middle of the quiet road. We sat there, frustrated, trying to figure out what to do, when headlights lit up behind us. Lo and behold, it was the two guys from the bar, pulling up like knights in a shiny pickup truck. They offered to check the car, but after poking around under the hood, they admitted they couldn't fix it and offered to give us a lift. Mia wasn't about it - she'd already texted her fiancé, who was on his way, which totally derailed her secret plans. Sophie volunteered to stay with her until he showed up. Lily and I, after some hesitation, figured we'd take the ride. We climbed into their truck, but as we drove, the guys - Jake and Tyler - started suggesting we hit up another spot to "keep the night going." We shot that down, but they kept pressing, their tone shifting from flirty to pushy, making the air in the truck feel heavy. Lily started freaking out, her voice shaky as she begged them to just take her home. Her panic hit me hard, so I leaned close to Tyler, the guy I'd danced with, and murmured, "Come on, don't be like that, just get her home, " my hand brushing his shoulder to keep things soft. He sighed and told Jake, "Alright, man, you're scaring her. Let's drop her off." We got Lily to her apartment, and as we pulled away, Tyler turned to me with a sly grin and said, " - Ava, guess you're gonna have to make this worth our while." His laugh was half-joking, but there was an edge to it that made my stomach twist. I played it cool, replying, "Oh, really? And what's that supposed to mean? " Tyler didn't waste time. He leaned in, his lips crashing against mine, his hands roaming to my chest, tugging at the low neckline of my dress. His fingers were rough, slipping under the fabric to tease my skin, sending a rush of heat through me despite the nerves buzzing in my head. I was caught in this weird mix of arousal and unease, knowing I barely knew these guys. As Jake drove, Tyler's hands got bolder, sliding up my thigh, pushing my dress higher. I whispered, asking if he had protection, and he nodded, pulling a condom from his pocket. With Jake still behind the wheel, Tyler fumbled with the condom, his hands shaky with excitement. I shifted, lifting my dress and straddling him in the backseat, the leather creaking under us. The truck's motion made it intense, my hips rocking against him as I tried to control the pace, wanting it over fast. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me down harder, his breath hot against my neck as he groaned. It didn't take long before he tensed, letting out a low, "Oh, damn, " as he finished, his body slumping beneath me. Jake, who'd been stealing glances in the rearview mirror, pulled the truck into a dark parking lot and said, "Alright, my turn." He climbed into the back, already worked up, his eyes locked on me as he tore open a condom wrapper. I was still catching my breath, my mind racing with a mix of fear and lingering heat. Jake was rougher, flipping me around so I was bent over the seat, my hands bracing against the door. He pressed himself against me, his hands spreading my thighs as he pushed in, slow at first, then harder, his rhythm relentless. "God, you're so tight, " he muttered, his voice thick with lust, his fingers digging into my hips. I moaned, the intensity overwhelming, my body responding even as my mind screamed caution. Then, without warning, Jake pulled out, his breath ragged. I felt him spit, warm and slick, before he nudged against my backside, pushing in with deliberate slowness. The stretch was sharp, almost too much, but he paused, letting me adjust, before moving again, each thrust deep and forceful. I gasped, my moans mixing with the creak of the truck and the faint hum of the engine. I don't know why guys are so fixated on that move, but the rawness of it had me trembling. Somewhere in the haze, Tyler opened the other door. While I was still bent over, taking Jake's rough thrusts, Tyler slid in front of me, his pants already undone. He guided my head down, and I let him, too caught up to resist, my lips wrapping around him as he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. The two of them moved in sync, Jake pounding from behind, Tyler in my mouth, the truck rocking with their rhythm. It was chaotic, overwhelming, my body humming with a strange mix of pleasure and fear until they both hit their peak, Jake grunting as he finished, Tyler pulling away to catch his breath. Jake tossed the condom, then leaned back, asking me to "clean him up." I hesitated but complied, tasting the latex and sweat, my mind numb. When it was over, I straightened my dress, my legs shaky, and told them to take me home. They kept asking for my number, saying we should "hang out again, " but I gave them a fake one, just wanting to get out. They dropped me off a block from my place, and I walked the rest of the way, my head spinning. At work, Lily asked if I was okay, her eyes wide with worry. I just smiled and said, "Yeah, all good, " not wanting to tell her what I'd gone through to make sure she got home safe. I made it back in one piece, but that night's still burned into my memory.

The weeks following the spontaneous threesome with my close friend, my girlfriend seemed unsettled, gently probing about what had transpired. I, equally uneasy, sidestepped her questions, and soon she let the matter drop. I reconnected with my friend after a few weeks, keeping our conversation light and avoiding any mention of that night. He stayed away from our place for a while. Over a month later, my girlfriend noted how strange it was that my friend hadn't swung by. I shrugged it off, suggesting his new job was keeping him busy. She proposed inviting him for a weekend at our house, and I sent the invite. That weekend came, and on Saturday afternoon, my friend arrived at our doorstep. We lounged in the backyard, trading small talk about work and local gossip, then headed to a nearby lake for a quick swim and some cold drinks. We were back home by dusk, and that wild night from weeks ago never came up. As evening settled, my girlfriend suggested we hit the town for drinks. It sounded fun, so we changed and went out. We bar-hopped through the city, sipping cocktails and laughing, the vibe growing looser with each round. I drove, so I stuck to one beer. My girlfriend, glowing from the alcohol, eventually leaned in close, her breath warm, and whispered we should head home. Back at the house, we poured some whiskey, dimmed the lights, and sprawled across the couch. Soft jazz filled the room as our chatter turned flirty - no mention of the threesome, but the air grew thick with suggestion. Abruptly, my girlfriend yawned, claiming exhaustion. She stood, sauntered over, and kissed me softly on the lips - then turned and pressed her lips to my friend's. Her eyes smoldered as she purred, "I'll be in the bedroom, waiting, " before gliding out of the room. My friend and I locked eyes, the silence heavy. We nursed our drinks for another ten minutes, then, wordlessly, made our way to the bedroom. She was waiting, draped across the bed in a barely-there lace slip, her curves visible through the delicate fabric, a black thong hugging her hips. The sight sent a jolt through me. She rose, wrapping her arms around us, her perfume intoxicating. Her lips found mine, then his, alternating in a slow, teasing rhythm. Her fingers grazed our necks, pulling us closer until our faces met, and her tongue danced between us, drawing us into a messy, three-way kiss - lips and breaths colliding, warm and urgent. Her hands slid lower, deftly unbuckling our belts, the leather snapping free. She tugged our jeans down, and we shed our shirts, standing bare before her. Her eyes roamed over us, hungry. She sank to her knees, her breath hot as she leaned toward me, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around my tip before taking me deep, her lips tight and slick. Her hand wrapped around my friend, stroking him in sync. My pulse raced as I hardened in her mouth, her moans vibrating against me. She stood, still gripping him, and pulled me into a kiss - her tongue swirling, leaving the taste of myself on my lips, sharp and intimate. She knelt again, turning to my friend, her mouth enveloping him as she pumped me with her hand, her fingers slick and firm. Rising, she kissed him, her lips glistening. Then she knelt once more, taking me again, her tongue coiling, saliva pooling as she worked me. She stood, but this time kissed my friend, their mouths locked in a deep, wet exchange. When she knelt again, I braced myself. She sucked my friend, her cheeks hollowing, then crawled to me, her lips parted, a thin trail of liquid escaping. She grabbed my neck, her grip possessive, and pressed her mouth to mine, parting her lips to flood me with his taste - salty, warm, overwhelming. She held me there, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to pull away. I swallowed, the act raw and electric, her dominance thrilling. She slipped off her thong, the lace falling to the floor, and reclined on the bed, her legs parted invitingly. I knelt by her face, guiding myself toward her lips. My friend settled between her thighs, his mouth exploring her, his tongue delving into her folds as she sighed softly. After a while, we switched. I tasted her - sweet, musky, her hips bucking slightly against my lips as I teased her clit with slow, deliberate flicks. I noticed my friend's arousal seemed inconsistent, not fully there. As I worked her, my friend joined me, our faces close, taking turns lapping at her, our breaths mingling. Her moans grew louder, her hands tangling in our hair. Soon, she gasped, pleading for more. I motioned for my friend to go first, shifting to her mouth. Her lips closed around me, warm and eager. His erection faltered, but he entered her, his movements tentative. We stayed like that briefly until she tugged at my arm, urging me to take over. I paused, lowering my mouth to her again, savoring the mix of her arousal and his presence - a heady, forbidden thrill. Her taste was intoxicating, her hips grinding against my face. She sucked him, her head bobbing rhythmically. We went on, and she demanded to switch positions. I lay back, and she straddled me, but first positioned herself on all fours, her mouth devouring me, her tongue swirling as she took me deep. My friend knelt behind her, his lips and tongue tracing her curves, lapping at her eagerly. She shifted, climbing atop me, guiding me inside her with a slow, deliberate descent. She rode me hard, her hips rolling, her breaths sharp and ragged. My friend moved behind her, his hands cupping her breasts, kneading them as he pressed himself against her back. Their eyes burned into mine, raw and unfiltered. When I neared my limit, she slid off, collapsing beside me, her chest heaving. I parted her thighs, my tongue diving back to her, cleaning her with slow, reverent licks, her taste now mixed with mine. My friend watched, stroking himself, but his arousal remained soft. I climbed over her, entering her again, her warmth enveloping me. She pulled my friend close, her lips working him with fervent pulls. In a heated moment, she paused, grabbed my neck, and kissed me, her tongue plunging deep. Still holding me, she turned to suck him again, my face brushing her cheek, inches from his shaft. She pulled him free, kissed me fiercely, then guided his tip toward us. My lips grazed him as she urged us on, and soon I was tasting him - warm, pulsing, her hand guiding him fully into my mouth. She eased her grip, letting me pull back slightly, but her gaze held me, wild and commanding, her eyes alight with desire. My friend stepped back, positioning himself behind me, his hands spreading me as he pressed himself closer, trying to enter. His softness prevented it, and though my girlfriend's eyes gleamed with hope, it didn't happen. Days later, alone, she confessed her disappointment, her voice tinged with curiosity about what might've been. Frustrated, my friend returned to her mouth. She sucked him eagerly, her hand still on my neck as I moved inside her, my climax building. Suddenly, he shuddered, his release spilling into her mouth. She pushed him aside, grabbed my neck, and pulled me into a searing kiss - his warmth flooding my mouth, mingling with her taste. The intensity pushed me over the edge, and I came hard inside her, my body trembling. When her mouth was empty, she released me. I collapsed, spent, the bed soft beneath me. My friend knelt between her legs, his tongue lapping at the mess I'd left, his movements slow and thorough. Then he crawled to me, his lips brushing my skin as he cleaned me, his tongue warm and meticulous. My girlfriend watched, propped on her elbows, her fingers circling her clit. Her eyes flicked between his actions and my face, her expression pure, unbridled lust. Exhausted, we collapsed, sleep claiming us. Morning came, and it felt surreal, like a fever dream. My friend had slipped out to the guest room we'd prepped for him. That Sunday, we were warmer than usual, sharing soft touches and easy laughter, but we didn't speak of the night. By late afternoon, my friend left, and we parted without planning his next visit, as was our habit...

Two weeks ago, on a Saturday, I was all set to go out with my pals, a pair of brothers, but their family drama tanked our plans at the last second. I was bummed, itching to hit the clubs. At home, over lunch, my mom picked up on my vibe. "What's got you so glum, honey? " she asked, stirring her coffee. I sighed, "My night out with the guys fell through, Mom." She tilted her head, thoughtful. "That's rough - but how about we go out together instead? " I blinked. "You and me? " She grinned, nodding. I hadn't seen that coming. For context, my mom, Claire, is 46, with a lean frame, auburn hair, and hazel eyes that spark when she laughs. She's got this effortless confidence, and yeah, I've caught myself staring at her curves when she's not paying attention. She's been different since splitting with my dad - quieter, like she's been caged up. She told me she was craving a night to feel alive again. I was stunned but said, "Hell yeah, Mom, let's do it." She darted to her room, then called, "Come help me pick something to wear! " I followed, half in disbelief. There she was, rifling through her closet, holding up outfits. I watched, mesmerized, as she modeled a pair of dark jeans with a silky top, then a flowy dress that hugged her in all the right places. She settled on tight jeans and a deep blue halter top. Before slipping it on, she held up a lacy purple thong and asked, "This work? " My jaw dropped - my mom, asking that? I stammered, "Yeah, purple's hot, " and she smirked, changing right there. That night, we rolled into a pulsing downtown club, the bass vibrating through us. We grabbed drinks at the bar, and I couldn't shake the image of her earlier, her skin catching the light. It stirred something wild in me. After an hour of dancing, laughing, and losing ourselves in the crowd, she leaned in. "Gotta run to the bathroom, sweetie." My heart raced. I waited a beat, then followed. I slipped into the restroom, and she spun around, eyes wide. "What're you doing here? " she gasped. Words failed me. "Mom, I can't hold back, " I said, and kissed her, hard. It was reckless, insane - but her lips were soft, parting under mine. She pulled back, shocked, and her hand grazed my cheek in a half-hearted slap. "Oh, honey, " she whispered, guilt flashing in her eyes. Then she grabbed my face and kissed me back, deeper, her tongue teasing mine. My hands roamed, sliding under her top, feeling the heat of her skin. She murmured, "Is this what you want? " I nodded, pulse hammering. Her fingers fumbled with my belt, freeing me. She sank to her knees, the tiles cool under her, and took me in her mouth. It was slow at first, her lips gliding, tongue swirling in ways that made my knees buckle. She looked up, eyes locked on mine, and sped up, her breath hot, hands gripping my thighs. I tangled my fingers in her hair, lost in the rhythm until a sharp knock on the door snapped us back. We scrambled, adjusting clothes, and slipped out, hearts pounding. Back at the bar, we ordered another round, the adrenaline still buzzing. Later, I nudged her. "Wanna walk? " She nodded, "Let's go." Outside, the air was crisp. We kissed again, her lips tasting of whiskey and desire. "You're too good at that, " she teased. I confessed I'd been thinking about her, more than I should. Her eyes softened, and she kissed me, emotional. I mentioned her painted toes, how they drove me crazy in her sandals. She laughed, "Your dad thought it was tacky - I stopped for him." I grinned, "Keep doing it. It's sexy." We wandered, and in a dim alley, I tugged her close, hands slipping under her top, brushing her bare skin. She shivered as I teased her, my fingers finding her warmth through the lace. "You're gonna kill me, " she gasped, voice thick. "Home? " I asked. "God, yes, " she replied. At our apartment door, I whispered, "Lose the thong." She did, climbing the stairs with a sway that made my head spin, her top clinging to her, no bra, her shape unmistakable. Inside, we didn't hesitate. "Mom, I need you, " I said. She grabbed my hand - "My bed, now." We tore off our clothes, and there she was, bare, breathtaking. Her body was a map of soft curves and faint tan lines, her eyes daring me. "Like it? " she asked, voice low. I couldn't speak, just stared at her, natural and perfect. "I wanna taste you, " I said. She lay back, legs parting, and I knelt, kissing her thighs before diving in. My tongue traced her, slow circles at first, then deeper, her hips arching as she moaned, loud and raw, her hands gripping the sheets. She pulled me up, flipping us so she was on top, straddling me. She teased me with her hands, then her mouth again, deliberate, drawing out every sensation until I was begging. "Please, " I groaned, and she smiled, guiding me inside her. It was slow, her hips rocking, her breath hitching as we found a rhythm. I gripped her waist, watching her move, her head thrown back, moans building. I thrust harder, deeper, feeling her tighten around me, her nails digging into my chest as she came, trembling. I wasn't far behind, pulling out to finish across her stomach, collapsing together, tangled in sheets, the world reduced to just us. We lay there, catching our breath, her fingers tracing my arm. It was a moment I'd carry forever - forbidden, yes, but ours.

After my breakup a few months back, I'd thrown myself into a new chapter - moved into a creaky, high-ceilinged apartment in the city, landed a gig that paid better than I'd hoped, and swore I'd stop moping and start living. Some friends, Jake and Emily, were throwing a housewarming party at their new place. I wasn't exactly in the mood for small talk, but they'd insisted I come and crash there after, so I figured a night of free booze might shake me out of my funk. The scene was predictable: couples tangled up in each other, laughing too loud, while I hovered near the kitchen island, nursing a whiskey sour. I was halfway through my third when Emily dragged me over to meet Lauren. Lauren was a knockout in a way that hit you slow and then all at once - 43, recently divorced, a single mom with a teenage son, standing about 5'10" in her low heels. Her auburn hair fell in loose waves just past her collarbone, framing a face with sharp cheekbones and hazel eyes that caught the light. She had this easy confidence, a body that curved in all the right places - full hips, a soft waist, and a chest that strained against her deep green blouse, probably a solid 38D. Her skin had a warm, olive glow, and though she was 15 years older than me, the age gap only made her more magnetic. The party buzzed on, but everyone else seemed too busy with their own flirtations to notice us. So, Lauren and I fell into conversation - first about the terrible playlist, then about her ex's midlife crisis motorcycle phase. The whiskey sours kept coming, and soon we were leaning closer, trading stories and sly smiles. By 2 a.m., the crowd had thinned, and she tipped her glass back, laughing. "No way I'm driving home after this." "Stay here with me, " I said, half-teasing, expecting her to brush it off. But she met my eyes, smirked, and said, "Why not? " The guest room was small, just a lumpy futon and a quilt that smelled faintly of lavender. Once the house went quiet, we slipped under the covers, and the air between us thickened. Her hand brushed my arm first, tentative, testing. I slid mine along her side, tracing the dip of her waist, and she shifted closer, her breath warm against my neck. Lauren's blouse was already unbuttoned from earlier, and when I peeled it back, her breasts spilled free - heavy and firm, with dusky pink nipples that tightened under my touch. I cupped one, feeling its weight, and rolled my thumb over the peak. She arched into me, a low hum escaping her throat. I dipped my head, catching her other nipple between my lips, sucking gently at first, then harder, letting my teeth graze the sensitive skin. She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulder, and when I tugged with a slow, deliberate pull, her whole body shuddered, a sharp moan breaking the silence. "Too much? " I murmured, pulling back, but she shook her head, eyes glinting. "I like it when it stings a little." That flipped a switch in me. I pinched her nipple between my fingers, twisting just enough to make her squirm, and she threw her head back, biting her lip to stifle the sound. Her skin flushed pink down her chest, and I couldn't resist - I slid out from under the quilt, pulling her with me. I turned her around, pressing her hips against the edge of the futon so she had to brace herself on her elbows. Her jeans were tight, but I worked them down, taking her lace underwear with them, until she was bare from the waist down. She stepped out of the pile of fabric, and I nudged her thighs apart with my knee, exposing her completely. Her skin glistened faintly in the dim light, her folds already slick and swollen, begging for attention. I ran my fingers along her inner thigh, teasing, then traced the length of her slit, parting her gently. She was soaked, her heat radiating against my hand. I tugged at her outer lips, pulling them down and out, stretching her open, and she groaned, pushing back against me. "More, " she mumbled, voice thick, so I grabbed a spare pillowcase from the futon, balled it up, and pressed it to her lips. She opened her mouth, letting me stuff it in, her eyes wide and wild. With her muffled, I sank two fingers into her, slow at first, feeling her clench around me. She was tight but yielding, and I twisted my hand, curling my fingers to hit that spot inside her. Her hips bucked, a choked cry vibrating into the fabric. I added a third finger, then a fourth, stretching her wider with each thrust, my palm slick with her arousal. She rocked against me, desperate, and I went deeper, working my whole hand inside her, fisting her with a steady rhythm. Her walls pulsed around me, hot and wet, and I could feel every tremor as she climbed higher. My other hand roamed her chest, pinching one nipple until it was red and stiff, then switching to the other, pulling it long and letting it snap back. Lauren's muffled moans turned into ragged whimpers, her body trembling under the onslaught. I kept going, relentless, until she seized up, her thighs quaking as she came undone, a flood of warmth coating my hand. She slumped forward, panting into the pillowcase, and I eased out of her, watching her twitch with aftershocks. I was aching by then, my erection straining against my boxers. I pulled the fabric from her mouth - she gasped for air, dazed - and stepped in front of her. She looked up, still on her knees, hair mussed and lips parted. I freed myself and started stroking, slow and deliberate, right in her line of sight. Her eyes locked on me, hungry, and it pushed me over the edge fast. I came hard, ropes of it landing across her chest and chin, dripping down her flushed skin. I helped her up, legs still shaky, and handed her the blouse to wipe off with. She managed a weak, "God, thank you, " before we collapsed back onto the futon, tangled and spent, the room spinning faintly as sleep took over.

It was the end of the month, and my coworker Jessica was celebrating her birthday. From all our chats, I knew she was wilder than me by a mile. She'd spilled stories about her crazy days with her ex-husband - threesomes, gifting him escorts for his birthday, even letting his niece go down on him while his brother slept off a hangover nearby. They were clearly an open couple when it came to sex. Taking her to a male strip club was my idea, so we rounded up a crew - some coworkers, her friends - and settled on this exclusive spot in the city I'd been dying to check out for years. We walked into the club and got seated near the stage, ordering a bottle of whiskey and some snacks. The place was packed - women screaming, some dancing, total chaos. Then the host kicked off the first show, and a lineup of guys strutted onto the stage - each one hotter than the last. One caught my eye instantly: tall, pale skin, lean but toned, short hair, sharp beard, piercing blue eyes. He had me hooked. The dancing started, and the crowd lost it - my group included. I stayed seated, eyes glued to him. He was dressed as a firefighter, and his smooth, sensual moves in that tight outfit showed off every curve of his body. My mind wandered, picturing him in my bed, taking me with that same rhythm. Suddenly, he started stripping, peeling off his shirt to reveal a chiseled chest. During the routine, he grabbed his bulge, squeezing it hard, then dropped to the floor, thrusting his hips like he was pounding into me. Each move cranked up my heat, and I could feel myself soaking through my panties. I stood up and edged closer to where he was performing. He noticed me, locking eyes, and danced just for me. Kneeling at the stage's edge, he offered himself up. I ran my hand over his chest, tracing every defined muscle, staring into his eyes while biting my lip. He licked his, glancing down at his crotch - I got the hint. My hand slid lower, gripping his hard length through the fabric. He closed his eyes and let out a soft groan. He grabbed my hand, hopped off the stage, and pulled me close, grinding against me. Our eyes burned with lust - I wanted to kiss him so badly. I pressed myself tighter, and he spun me around, sliding a hand to my hips, rubbing himself against my ass. "You're driving me wild, I'm dying to fuck you..." - his deep voice hit me like a shockwave, sending shivers down my spine. He slipped his hand lower, teasing me over my jeans, and my body pulsed, aching for him. I hooked an arm around his neck, eyes shut, swaying my hips to feel him straining against his pants. He guided me to a chair, ditched the pants, and stood there in a tiny thong - his erection pointing right at me. "Touch me! " - he commanded. He propped a leg on the chair, rocking his hips. I didn't hesitate, sliding my hand over his hot, stiff cock, staring into his eyes as I traced the edge of his thong, brushing his skin and balls. He shut his eyes, moving with me. I slipped a finger under the fabric, grazing his shaft up to the tip - slick and wet. "I wish you'd suck it..." - he murmured. He leaned in, his bulge inches from my face. Ignoring the crowd, I ran my tongue along the thong's edge. "Mmm... oh... yeah..." - he moaned. Not caring who saw, I tugged the thong aside just enough to expose the tip and licked it, tasting him. "Savor me..." - he urged. The show ended, and he slipped away, leaving me buzzing and desperate. I downed my drink to cool off. "Girls, I'm hitting the bathroom, be right back..." - I told my crew, heading off. Jessica grinned, "That guy's a snack - go get it while I keep these ladies busy..." - she winked. I met her eyes, saying nothing. "Don't worry, no one noticed..." - she added with another wink. I left the table and bolted to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. In the mirror, I was flushed, sweaty, pupils blown wide - wired like never before over a stranger. I splashed water on my face and neck, then used the toilet, noticing how drenched my panties were. Stepping out, someone grabbed me, covering my mouth and pulling me down a dark hallway. "Shh, don't scream, it's me..." - he let go. I spun around, heart racing, "You nearly scared me to death! " "Sorry, sorry... I didn't know what else to do. Come here..." - he took my hand, leading me further back. "In here, please..." It was a storage room full of costumes. "I want you so bad, you have no idea..." - he stole a fierce, hungry kiss. His hands roamed my body, making me tremble. He wore a satiny black robe, which I untied, letting it fall as I grabbed his cock, freeing it from the thong and stroking it hard. "Finish what you started out there..." - he growled. I sat in a chair, and he stepped close, offering his thick, eager cock. I took it deep, gagging as he gripped my hair, pushing further. It throbbed in my throat, leaking pre-cum - I worked him for a while, lost in the heat. Then he yanked me up, shoved me against the wall, and ripped my jeans down, exposing me. "This is how I want you..." - he slid fingers into me, probing. "So fucking wet..." - he licked them clean. His cock found my entrance and plunged in deep. "Fuck... yeah, this is it, pounding you hard..." - his thrusts were relentless. He tore off my shirt, pulled my breasts over my bra, and kneaded them roughly, kissing my neck, nibbling my ear, teasing it with his tongue. "I want to ride you..." - I gasped. He stopped, backed off the wall, and sat in the chair. "Come take it..." - he beckoned. Shaking, I kicked off a shoe and one pant leg, straddled him, and rubbed myself before guiding his cock in, sinking down until he filled me completely. Gripping the chair, I rocked back and forth, then circled my hips. He grabbed my ass, spanking me hard. "Ah... oh... fuck, this feels so good..." - I moaned. "Ride it harder, babe..." - he urged. I sped up, chasing every inch of him. My breasts bounced in his face - he bit and sucked them, squeezing tight. We were frantic, uncaring if anyone heard. He left my chest to keep spanking me, then slid a finger into my ass, pushing me over the edge. "Oh... I'm coming, I'm coming..." - I cried. My heart pounded, dizzy with lust, but I kept going, chasing release. He gripped my ass harder, and I felt him explode inside me. We froze, panting, recovering. I stumbled out of the room, legs weak, nerves shot from what I'd done. Back at the table, I slammed another drink, replaying the madness. Jessica slapped my back, grinning, "Nice work! " The night rolled on with drinks, dancing, and laughs until dawn.

I'm Jessica, 27 years old, married, with a curvy figure and a flair for turning heads. I've always been a bit of a tease - dressing in tight skirts and low-cut tops, thriving on the whistles and compliments from guys as I strut by. It's not just vanity; those looks and words make me feel alive, wanted. My husband, Ryan, and I used to have an electric sex life - at least four nights a week, sometimes more. We'd spice things up with adult videos, losing ourselves in the fantasy that we were the ones on screen, wild and uninhibited. Ryan had a solid job as a mechanic until five months ago when the garage downsized, and he was one of the unlucky ones let go. After weeks of dead-end applications, he landed a gig as a traveling sales rep for an auto parts company. Now he's on the road more than he's home. We've always been open-minded - before he lost his job, we'd hit the clubs every weekend. I'd slip into something slinky, and he loved watching me dance with other guys, though it never went further than that. It was our little game. But these days, I'm alone most nights, and my body isn't used to this drought. I've been getting by with a vibrator and too many glasses of cheap rosé. One Friday night, after a long week, I poured myself a drink - then another - stripped down, and fired up a steamy video. The scenes were intense: a gorgeous woman with a chiseled guy who knew exactly what he was doing. I couldn't stop imagining myself in her place, feeling every thrust, every touch. The wine, the pent-up desire, it all hit me hard. I passed out dreaming of it. The next morning, I stumbled into a cold shower, trying to shake off the hangover and the lingering ache between my legs. I spent the day in a daze, doing chores in a tiny tank top and cutoff shorts, no bra, just because I could. By evening, I was restless. I cracked open the rosé again, sank into the couch, and replayed the same video. Big mistake - or maybe not. It lit me up all over again, and this time, I wasn't settling for a toy. I decided to go out and find someone to scratch this itch. I showered, then dolled myself up - a black leather miniskirt that hugged every curve, a plunging red top with no bra or panties underneath, and stilettos that screamed trouble. I teased my hair into wild waves, layered on the makeup, and kept sipping wine until I was buzzed. Around 11 p.m., I grabbed my purse, half-drunk, and hailed a cab. "Take me somewhere fun, " I told the driver, a scruffy guy with a sly grin. He glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "Looking for a good time, huh, sweetheart? " I smirked and nodded. "I know a spot, " he said. "Lots of girls go there to party - and make some cash on the side. I drop 'em off, pick 'em up at closing. I could introduce you to one if you're shy. Trust me, you'll have a blast. You in? " Intrigued, and too tipsy to overthink it, I agreed. "Fine, but pick me up at 3 a.m. sharp, " I said. We pulled up to a sleek, neon-lit club downtown. He told me to wait in the cab, then came back with a girl - Tara, he called her. She was all legs and confidence, with a warm smile. "Hey, this is the newbie I mentioned, " the driver said to her. "Show her the ropes, alright? I'll be back later." Tara winked at me, and we headed inside. The place was dim, pulsing with music, bodies grinding on the dance floor. We grabbed a table, and Tara broke it down for me - this wasn't just a club, it was a high-end escort spot. She explained the rates: dancing, drinks with clients, full-on hookups at the hotel next door. A waiter dropped off free shots, and I downed mine, the buzz mixing with a thrill I hadn't expected. I was already wound up, and this? This was gasoline on the fire. Two guys approached us - tall, sharp-dressed, and dripping charm. Tara negotiated a dance fee, and we hit the floor. My guy, Jake, pulled me close, his hands firm on my hips, his breath hot on my neck. "You're smoking hot, " he murmured, sliding his hands lower, cupping my ass. I didn't pull away - I leaned into it, heat pooling inside me. We danced through a few songs, then rejoined Tara and her guy at the table. More drinks, more flirting, Jake's fingers grazing my thighs, his lips brushing my ear. I was gone. "Wanna take this to the hotel? " Tara's guy asked, eyeing us both. She glanced at me - I nodded, heart pounding. She named a price, they paid up, settled our tab at the bar, and we were out the door. The hotel was steps away. Tara booked a room for four, grabbed condoms and lube, and we piled in. Jake didn't waste time - he tugged off my top, shed his clothes, and led me to the bed. Tara and her guy sprawled on the couch, sipping drinks, watching us. Jake peeled off his boxers, revealing a thick, impressive cock that made my eyes widen. He rolled on a condom, squeezed lube onto himself, then grinned. "Spread 'em, babe." I obeyed, lifting my legs as he slicked me up, his fingers sending shocks through me. He climbed on top, teasing my entrance with the tip, kissing my neck, my chest. Then he pushed in - slow at first, stretching me wide. I gasped, gripping the sheets as he filled me, inch by inch. It was overwhelming, delicious. He hit a spot deep inside that sent me over the edge, my first orgasm ripping through me. "God, Jake, that's so good, " I moaned. "You like it, huh, you little slut? " he teased, thrusting harder. "Love it, " I panted, lost in it. Two more waves crashed over me before he growled, "On your knees." He pulled out, leaving me empty, aching. I flipped over, ass up, and he kneaded my hips, my skin prickling under his touch. Then I felt his fingers - slick with lube - circling my ass, dipping inside. I shivered, pushing back as he slid into me again, fucking me deep while working my ass with his hand. "Look at you, loving this dick, " he said, voice rough. "Yeah, I do, " I shot back, owning it. "I'm your dirty girl tonight." That set him off. His pace quickened, his grunts growing primal. I clenched around him, rocking my hips, and we came together - a messy, shuddering explosion. We collapsed, panting, and Tara's voice cut through: "Holy shit, you two! That was insane! " She and her guy took the bed next, and Jake and I hit the shower. Soap turned to groping, and he bent me over, taking me again under the spray. Back in the room, we watched Tara finish with her client, then dressed and stumbled back to the club. Over a final drink, she grinned. "Not bad for your first night, huh? Being a slut's kinda fun, right? " I laughed. "Yeah, it was a rush. But I'm not coming back - this was a one-time thing. Thanks for having my back, though." We swapped numbers, and I told her I'm married - "Be discreet if you call." The cabbie was waiting at 3 a.m., smirking as I climbed in. "Have fun? " he asked. "Too much, " I said. "But keep it quiet - this was just a fling." He nodded, slipping me his card. "Call me if you need another ride, sexy." I got home, crashed, and woke up sore, satisfied, and - for now - done with adventures.

It happened when my husband, Tom, invited his friend over for a drinking session. Of course, we were drinking at home - why go far? Nick showed up with a bottle of cognac and one of wine, just for me, since I don't drink cognac. After finishing my wine and listening to the guys' life stories, I decided to retreat to my room. Yes, Tom and I lived in separate rooms - it was comfortable that way, and because we hardly had sex anymore. I suspected he was into porn now, and after eight years together, it was more interesting than his wife. It bothered me, but I went with the flow, occasionally using my vibrator before bed. So, I was in my room, scrolling through Instagram and daydreaming about the future, when I heard the front door close and everything went quiet. "Off to get more drinks, " I thought, and decided to go to the kitchen for a snack. When I entered the living room, I was startled to see Nick sitting in the chair, intently looking at me. Tom left alone? I asked. That's what my husband was called. - Nick nodded affirmatively. - Why didn't you go with him? - Well... he started, with a hint of embarrassment,...I told my wife I'd be spending the night at my parents'. She's got a bunch of friends in your neighborhood, and if they see me at the store, they'll rat her out. - So, where are you staying tonight? - Here. - Really? I was surprised, but I didn't mind - there's plenty of room for everyone. He continued to stare at me with a strange smirk. - I wouldn't leave a girl like you alone with a friend, he said. - And why's that? I played along. He stood up and came closer to me. - What if he tries to seduce her? He said, looking me in the eyes, then at my lips. I blushed and almost kissed him. Shocked by my own daring, I realized just how horny I was. That's why I decided to keep playing this weird game. - Especially when that friend is so handsome, I continued his sentence. He smiled. I reached for his hand, and he eagerly gave it to me, curious about what would happen next. I brought his fingers to my lips and started kissing and licking them, occasionally sucking on the tips. Nick's face changed, and he bit his lip in excitement as he watched. I slid his index finger deeper, imagining it was his cock. Nick let out a loud sigh. He took his finger back, pulled me to him, and started kissing me deeply. His hands went to my ass, and he pressed me against him. I felt his hard cock through his jeans, and I lost it. I started stroking it, loving the feel of his hard, excited manhood. But I wanted more, so I started unbuttoning his jeans. Nick gently stopped me. - Let's do this later tonight, when your husband's asleep. - Okay, I agreed. Reluctantly, we separated and went to different parts of the apartment. Tom came back with more cognac and didn't notice anything unusual between us. All night, I couldn't wait for my drunk husband to go to sleep. Usually, he slept like a log, and I hoped tonight would be no different. Finally, everyone went to their respective beds. When I heard Tom snoring, Nick quietly entered my room. Anticipating what was to come, I was already so turned on that my panties were soaked. In the dim light, I saw Nick's figure approaching me, and I felt his lips on mine again. We kissed, and his hand slid under my nightgown. I wasn't wearing a bra, so he started caressing my breast. I touched his cock, which was already rock-hard and eager for attention. I quietly unbuttoned his jeans, and he groaned when my hand touched his bare cock. I started stroking him, and he closed his eyes in pleasure. I gently moved my hand up and down, occasionally touching his balls, and Nick just stood there, enjoying it. Then he slipped his hand into my panties and started caressing me. After pleasuring each other for a while, he took off my nightgown and panties, and then undressed himself. We lay on the bed facing each other, his cock between my legs but not inside me yet. I squeezed his cock with my thighs, and he started moving it back and forth, rubbing it against my wet pussy. I almost moaned in pleasure, but I tried to stay quiet, listening to Tom's snoring in the next room. It felt like I was soaking the bed beneath us. My body craved wild, dirty sex. I slid down and took his cock in my mouth. Nick threw his head back, his breathing getting heavier. He put his hands on my head, gently pushing, as if he wanted to fuck my throat. I didn't disappoint him, taking him in as deep as I could, squeezing his ass and loving the feeling of being his dirty little slut. Nick rewarded me with an amazing orgasm, licking and fingering me until I squirmed in ecstasy. Then he put on a condom and entered me, sending me to heaven. He leaned over me and started moving slowly. I sucked on his finger, and he sped up, making the bed creak. It was getting harder to stay quiet and listen to Tom's snoring. I moved my hips, wanting his cock deeper inside me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me with all my strength. Realizing how hungry I was, Nick stood up, turned me around, and fucked me hard from behind, making me arch my back in pleasure. Our legs were on the floor, and I held onto the bed with my hands. My tits bounced as Nick gripped my sides and pounded into me, making loud slapping sounds that echoed through the apartment. I was afraid Tom would wake up, but I couldn't stop. Nick sped up even more, and I felt his cock swelling inside me. He fucked me hard, and I moaned with each thrust, unable to stay quiet any longer. Finally, he came with a final, hard thrust, and then made me come with another amazing orgasm using his mouth. We kissed and went back to our respective beds. In the morning, I tried to avoid them, not wanting to give away the sparkle in my eyes. But Nick noticed my happiness and winked at me secretly. He left, and I spent the rest of the day lying in bed, lost in memories of the night before.

I was interested in sex from a very early age. From the moment I had my first computer with internet access, I watched porn almost every day. In the beginning, the movies were mostly "normal". Sex between couples, lesbian porn, BDSM etc. I think I've watched every kind. But my tendency was towards threesomes and group sex to gangbang and bukkake. When it came to threesome porn, I was more attracted to MMF porn than MFF right from the start. I also imagined having a threesome with my girlfriend a few times. With another man, of course. As I watched more and more porn, I realized that I wanted to see more and more and more extreme things. At some point I came across cuckolding. From the moment I found out what cuckolding was, I practically only watched movies like that. The idea of watching the hottest woman in the world (in this case my friend Lara 22) being pleasured by a gentleman and seeing how she enjoys it made me extremely horny every time. Also the slight pinch of dominance which could be seen in most of the cuckolding videos made me really horny. But Lara didn't know about this tendency. I was always afraid to tell her about this fantasy because I didn't want to hurt her. At some point I had the courage to make a few hints in this direction. However, they were completely ignored. It also took me a long time to understand that I shouldn't be ashamed of the fact that I was aroused by the thought of someone having sex with my girlfriend. Then came this one evening when we had a little home party at our house. We had cocktails on the terrace with some friends and as it got later and later, more and more of us had to go home. Throughout the evening, one of my girlfriend's work colleagues kept trying to get close to her. I watched as he kept touching her on the arm and her neck and trying to get close to her. However, she didn't go any further, but didn't do anything about it either. I think she enjoyed the attention all the more because she had styled herself particularly beautifully for the evening. She wore a black evening dress that reached to the middle of her thighs and her relatively large cleavage also showed off her C cup. She also wore curls and a fine necklace that lay between her breasts. When I saw my friend's work colleague trying to get close to her again and grabbing her hips while chatting, I went over to the two of them. Lara felt a bit caught out and looked at me with big "I'm sorry" eyes and was probably about to tell me that she wasn't flirting with him, but I was quicker. "Hey, Jan is your name, isn't it? I've heard you live quite far away, don't you? If you want, you can spend the night with us. His look of surprise turned into a happy grin and he just said that he would love to spend the night here. And so the party continued until only the three of us were left. We were all well drunk and the three of us sat on the sofa. When I noticed that the air between the two of them was crackling again, I just said: "I'm going for a smoke and leave you two alone. As I said this, I looked Lara deep in the eye. She looked at me in surprise at first because she knew I didn't smoke... But she just said ok, see you in a minute and continued talking to Jan. I went to the toilet briefly and got myself a glass of water. When I came back, I didn't hear a conversation but a soft smacking sound. Lara stretched her head towards Jan and the two of them made out passionately. I saw how her hands slowly moved down to his loins and fiddled with his zipper. Jan's hands kneaded her breasts and the second hand crept gently underneath her With a groan and a wince, I realized that he had probably reached her pussy. As she moaned, she looked up briefly and into my eyes. I whispered to her "I love you" and she replied with "I love you too" before continuing to kiss Jan. By now her hands had freed Jan's cock from his tight pants and she rubbed his hard-on. His cock seemed to be a good 18 cm and relatively thick. Just big enough to disappear into her mouth. She licked it with relish and pushed it down her throat until she could go no further. In the meantime, Jan had pushed up her dress so that her tight bottom lay there in a black lace thong. A light slap on her bottom only made her even wilder. So wild that she let his penis out of her mouth and sat directly on top of him. She took off her panties and dress and sat with her back to Jan on his lap. Through the spread legs I could see exactly how she sat on his cock. Slowly, he disappeared completely into her pussy, which was as wet as I have almost never experienced with her. She began to ride him rhythmically. She moaned louder and louder. In the meantime, I couldn't help but pull out my cock and jerk off. She looked deep into my eyes and I saw how much she enjoyed being fucked by Jan. However, Lara never reached orgasm through sex alone. She always needed her pink vibrator on her clitoris to cum. "Honey, please bring me the pink vibrator"! She moaned at me. I quickly ran into the bedroom and looked for it in the bed drawer. As soon as I found it, I brought it into the living room where Lara just said "Come here with that thing!!! " And pulled me towards her. So I pressed the vibrator against her clitoris while Jan fucked her fast and hard. After just a few moments Lara said: "Yes just like that, yes yes yes now, yes I'm cumming and started twitching like crazy at the same time Jan pumped a huge load of cum into her cunt. As so often when I lick her and she has an orgasm, she pushes my head between her legs. This time too. Since I was in an unprecedented ecstasy, I couldn't help but lick her. I smelled the scent of her pussy mixed with the moisture of Jan's sperm. I literally buried my head in her pussy. I didn't feel exactly what or who I was licking and I didn't care at that moment. I also felt a hand making my cock cum at that moment and I still can't tell if it was Jan's or Lara's hand. At that moment, everything was just so intense and incredibly hot that any boundaries between the sexes completely dissolved, even though we were actually all straight. Exhausted from the action, the three of us staggered into the bedroom and fell asleep half next to, half on top of and half inside each other... The next day I woke up because Lara started moaning again...

Conny and I only discovered the fun of sex, of practicing sex, at the beginning of our marriage. We tried out a lot of things together. But Conny has retained her curiosity about other men she finds attractive. So she soon had sex with a single young man, with men in partner exchanges, but also with one of her work colleagues and also with my colleague friend. Then she suddenly wondered what it would be like to spontaneously fuck a man she had never met before and would never have contact with again afterwards. An opportunity to try it out was quickly found. As a tester, I got to know a business hotel in Frankfurt that is used by a wide range of men, especially during trade fairs. Let's now come to the evening on which the experiment was to take place in this very hotel: I informed the waiter at the bar and encouraged his goodwill with a 50. The restaurant is now closed and life now takes place at this bar. Conny is wearing the outfit she bought yesterday on an extensive shopping trip through the Main-Taunus-Zentrum: black patent overknees, a super short red skirt and a white, fairly transparent blouse with a plunging neckline and patch pockets that just cover her nipples. We are both sitting on bar stools at the bar, but have left a space between us and each have a glass of mineral water in front of us. It doesn't take long before an older gentleman (probably well over 60) in a dark suit politely asks Conny if he can sit next to her (on the side facing away from me). He has apparently come straight from work/the trade fair and has only taken off his tie to make things easier. Conny doesn't mind, of course, and smiles at him. As soon as he has taken a seat next to her, he begins to tell her about his day: He works in sales for a large company and had already done some good business at the trade fair today. "Would you like to celebrate your success with me here? Can I order you a glass of sparkling wine? " While Conny is still embarrassed, the waiter arrives and asks the gentleman for his order. As my wife gives him a mischievous nod, a bottle of champagne and two glasses are placed in front of them. Now the two clink glasses and the gentleman pays Conny some nice compliments. First of all, they refer to her nice smile, her very pleasant manner, but then also to her pretty blouse, which so cleverly stimulates his imagination. Then he soon gets to the point: "May I invite you to continue partying with me in the room? We'll take the bottle upstairs too. I hope I'm not offending them too much with this suggestion. "Conny naturally accepts this delightful and extremely charming invitation. As they both dismount from their bar stools, Conny gives me a quick wink. As inconspicuously as possible, I follow them to the elevator and up to the 5th floor. Once there, I turn into another wing of the building so as not to attract attention. We've agreed that I'll stay close to Conny just in case. The next day, my wife told me what happened behind the door of the upscale business room: "Why don't you take a seat in the armchair? I finally want to take my jacket off; it's been a real nuisance all day in this heat. " He calmly takes off the jacket, hangs it on a hanger and stows it away in the built-in wardrobe. "You're wearing nice but somewhat unusual clothes, " he says, turning back to Conny. At the bar, I only saw her beautiful blouse, but the skirt you're wearing is at least as attractive. But somehow the high boots don't really suit the summer temperatures. " Conny looks at him a little sheepishly at his words, as this outfit is not her usual attire, but thoroughly enjoys the gentleman's very well-groomed and charming manner. "I'd like you to take some of it off now, too. I'll put a little pocket money on the table here. " With these words, he takes a 100 from his wallet and calmly places it on the round table next to the armchair where Conny is currently sitting. She stands up, takes a few steps towards the door and the gentleman takes her box seat. Her face now clearly flushed, she says sheepishly: "But I'm not wearing any more than you've already seen. " "That's wonderful. Take your time, I'm going to enjoy discovering your body so slowly. " But how do you take off just four items of clothing slowly and charmingly in a striptease? Conny turns her back to the voyeur, bends forward with her knees stretched out and unzips the two boots. What a wonderful view of my wife's round ass cheeks, which of course are no longer covered by the short skirt at that moment. This view develops as the zippers are opened from top to bottom and the skirt slides upwards in the opposite direction. "Wonderful! You have such a nice bottom! " is the gentleman's comment. Now my wife sits down on the edge of the bed to pull the boots off her feet. To do this, she puts one leg over the other knee. This allows the man to take a furtive look at Conny's lap and confirms that she is only wearing these four items of clothing. She places the boots neatly next to the bed. Now what? Conny hesitates for a moment and thinks about which item of clothing would be next. Then she stands frontally in front of her admirer with her legs slightly apart. Slowly, she begins to undo the buttons of her blouse. The neckline gets lower and lower, revealing the beginnings of her delicate globes. She pulls the blouse out of the hem of her skirt and opens it very slowly as she looks into the man's face. He beams with delight as her nipples are revealed piece by piece. They are already stiff and quite red from excitement and the friction against the blouse fabric. Conny slowly lets the blouse slide down her arms and drop to the floor. "Come on, have another drink! " the man asks my wife, as if he already knows that Conny can't hold much alcohol. As he clinks glasses, he clearly enjoys the proximity of her shapely tits. After the two of them have put their glasses back on the table, the gentleman politely asks "May I take the rest now? " and places his hands on her hips without waiting for Conny's answer. He correctly interprets no resistance as consent and slides his hands down her skirt until they rest on the bare skin of her thighs. He openly stares at the stiff nipples right in front of his eyes. Coming from below, his hands now slide under Conny's short skirt to her plump ass cheeks. He devotedly caresses and lightly kneads them. Meanwhile, he presses his face between Conny's tender mounds. He savors this first physical contact for a few minutes before sitting back a little and taking out his hands. His gaze is now focused on my wife's tummy and his fingers carefully slide under the hem of her skirt, which is only formed by an elastic band. He enjoys pushing the skirt down centimeter by centimeter and watching as Conny's shorn tummy and finally her bulging labia are revealed. As the skirt now hangs between her knees, he grabs her ass cheeks again and presses his mouth onto Conny's tummy, kissing her. So now my wife is standing stark naked in front of a completely strange but charming gentleman. "Shall I help you out of your clothes now? " she asks to end the stifling silence. Without answering, he stands up and undoes his belt. Conny steps towards him and reaches for his waistband. In her excitement, she not only pulls his suit trousers down to his knees, but also his white briefs. A semi-rigid cock, surprisingly large for the owner's age, jumps out at her in wild bushes. With one grip and a few up and down movements, it grows in size. Now what? My wife doesn't actually like taking the cock in her mouth, but what alternative does she have here? She gently pushes her cavalier back onto the armchair and kneels between his legs. A brief, tentative lick of the frenulum and she puts her lips over the exposed dark purple glans. She licks and sucks on the now handsome cock until the man places both his hands on the back of her head and pushes his manhood deep into my wife's throat. After a few deep thrusts, Conny gasps for air and frees herself. "You're doing really well, " he says appreciatively as he massages his own cock. She excuses herself for a moment to recharge her batteries in the bathroom. Quite aroused but already sweaty, she thinks about what to do next. Is she ready for another blowjob, where she finally gets his cum load in her mouth? What does her patron expect and how far does she want to go? Undecided, she enters the room, where the man is now sitting on the edge of the bed without his pants. His hard-on sticks up threateningly. "Would you sit with me now? " he asks my wife questioningly. In her momentary confusion, however, she understands the words differently: she climbs onto the edge of the bed with her knees and sits down on the inviting pole with her legs apart. That suits the man just fine. He grabs Conny's hips with both hands and gently guides her down. Slowly, the foreign cock disappears into her hot hole until it stops. Her lover drops back onto the bed and Conny takes over the direction. While she drives him forward at a wild gallop, he skillfully and intensively works the beautiful bells dangling right in front of his nose. After a very short time, they both reach their destination together. My wife retreats back to the bathroom to rinse the copious amounts of cum out of her pussy and get dressed "correctly" again. Back in the room, the stranger is already waiting for her with outstretched arms. "Come here, my girl, you're fantastic. It was wonderful with you. But I need some time to myself now. I'm sure you'll find your way back down on your own. " With a kiss on his cheek, my wife says goodbye and pockets the "pocket money", which has now grown to €200. Taking a deep breath, she meets me in the corridor. "And how was it? " I ask her. "Well, he was very charming and it was very different, but very cool! And it was worth it too: it paid for the clothes, " she says, grinning broadly. We take the elevator down together. There we go our separate ways: I head for a free seat at one of the tables while Conny heads for the bar. There she is greeted by two younger guys who free up a bar stool between them and invite her to join them. The two of them have obviously already had a drink. In her lovely outfit and still aroused state, Conny can't say "no". One of them helps her onto the free stool with a cheeky grab of her bottom. "Two whiskeys and a champagne for the ladies! " the other orders immediately. My wife barely has time to organize herself. "You're a very pleasant sight here in this dreary trade fair hotel, " says one of the two. The drinks are served and almost poured down in one go. "Will you accompany us to the room? " asks one of them while the other has his arm around Conny's shoulder and is looking deep into her cleavage. "I'm sure we'll come to an agreement. " Phew, that was pretty quick and very direct. But my wife wanted to come here for this experiment. So the three of them, my wife in the middle, are wobbling towards the elevator, one with his hand on her ass, the other with his arm around her shoulder. She seems a little unsure now. As agreed, I follow inconspicuously. According to Conny's later account, the following happened in the room of the two daredevils: as soon as the door behind them slams shut, the men push against her from the front and the back. The one behind her grabs her tits through her armpits and tries to undo the buttons of her blouse rather impetuously. The one in front of her grabs her ass and immediately pushes her skirt up. The strange men quickly uncover the objects of their desire. They greedily seize my wife and her clothes are soon scattered around the room on the floor. Conny doesn't even know where her head is: Hands on her breasts, pointed fingers twirling a nipple, a hand grabbing her ass cheek, a finger running between her cleft. As the alcohol is now clearly having an effect on her too, she no longer notices everything that the two stallions are doing to her. She has the impression that the two men's bodies are constantly in contact with her, first in clothes, then suddenly naked. She is undeniably turned on by being stimulated in all her erogenous zones. It hardly matters whether she consents or whether the access is quite direct and hard. She staggers in excitement and finally finds herself impaled by both prickers. A rather powerful cock drills into her already irritated pussy, an apparently somewhat more modest one into her butt hole. The two guys are significantly bigger than my wife, so that she hangs alone on these cocks without having any contact with the ground. The thrusts are very violent both in front and behind, while her boobs and ass cheeks continue to be worked intensively. Finally she finds herself on the wide double bed. Below her lies the boy with the small penis, who pushes himself into her mouth, above her the other one, whose pole works in her asshole, while from below her pussy is spoiled with his tongue. The whole thing ends in a big mess. In her mouth, on her tits, in her pussy and in her ass - lots of cum everywhere. Conny goes back into the bathroom to clean herself thoroughly. All the buttons are missing from her blouse. When she returns to the two lads in the room, one of them hands her a €50 bill. "This is for you! I think it was fun. " I greet her in the corridor, somewhat taken aback. As we walk past the bar downstairs together towards the exit, many men look around for her, as her blouse covers almost nothing. A few whistles can be heard. We happily reach our car and then our home. Happy to have escaped the embarrassing situation at the end and to have had such a varied and horny experience. After Conny tells me about her experiences for our shared diary, I get so aroused that she can also enjoy my manhood to the full that evening. After a break, my wife has come to terms with this adventure and thinks of another way of being fucked by strange men. Perhaps more along these lines soon.

When I was 20 years old, I finally moved out of my parents' house to really enjoy my student life at the time. As I started to study, I found a nice new home after a long search. Francesca was looking for a roommate because her boyfriend at the time had left her and she wouldn't have been able to keep the apartment on her own. I read the ad in the morning, looked at the apartment at lunchtime and practically moved in the following weekend. It can sometimes happen that quickly, but it was a beautiful, large apartment and very reasonably priced. It was a 3.5 room apartment near Jungfernstieg, almost directly on the Alster. A large living room with a nice dining area and adjoining kitchen, a large bathroom with shower and bath, a bedroom which Francesca occupied and the last room was for me. It was even bigger than her room. As I didn't have that much inventory yet, my move was done quickly. My father and my brother helped me. Francesca was 25 years old at the time, her parents came from Spain, hence her beautiful name. She was quite tall, about 175cm, had slightly dark skin, beautiful long black hair, beautiful big brown eyes, a big rack and a dream body, even if she didn't have the dream measurements, but I like it when a woman has a nice round firm butt. Up to that point, I'd never had anything to do with a woman, apart from a few games when I was young. But it was never anything serious or sexual. Now I had moved in and we got on quite well quite quickly. In the evenings, we often sat on the couch together and watched TV or each had a book in front of us. Sometimes Francesca would just sit there in lingerie or a T-shirt, which I liked more and more. I don't know if she realized it or provoked it, but she managed to get me very excited in a very short time. I didn't know this kind of attraction yet and usually disappeared into my bed. There it happened more and more often that I massaged myself intimately or even more... After four weeks, I invited her to dinner as a kind of thank you. It was a Friday evening and we went to the Italian restaurant around the corner. As it was quite warm that evening, we both put on a nice summer dress. We got on really well and that evening it became a really nice friendship. I couldn't stop looking at her during dinner. Her eyes, her mouth, her neckline, just everything was so attractive and turned me on more and more. As I'm very shy, I was afraid to make the first move. After dinner, we finished our bottle of wine and went home. When we arrived at the apartment, we quickly agreed to have another bottle of wine. We sat down on the couch, as we did almost every evening, only this time a little closer to each other. She poured us the wine and we had a toast. Afterwards, she gave me a kiss and said thank you for a lovely evening. I was now very taken aback. We put our glasses on the table and she started to stroke my thighs. I liked it and she noticed that very quickly. She kissed me again, but now more intensely than before. My heart began to race and I immediately felt a tingling sensation in my stomach. I told her I'd never done anything like this before, but she just put her finger on my lips and shortly afterwards slipped her tongue into my mouth. I had not had such a nice long kiss for a long time and at the same time her hand wandered between my legs, under my dress and on my thong. Now I was slowly becoming more familiar with the situation and returned her greedy kisses with just as much relish. My hands also went under her dress, but to her hot bottom. I massaged her cheeks passionately, it felt even hornier than it looked. She undid the top buttons of my dress and exposed my breasts. You could guess that I wasn't wearing anything underneath, which she really liked and she immediately used it to give my breasts an intense massage. Then she came to my breasts with her mouth, kissed them all over and began to suck my nipples. I had already pulled her dress up to her hips and now I wanted to see her breasts. I skillfully opened the little bow of the dress with one hand and two beautiful, well-formed and large breasts jumped out at me. I immediately began to lick and caress her breasts with my hands and mouth. Again and again I ran my tongue over her breasts and sucked on her large nipples. In between, I moved up her neck to get her greedy kisses. She took off her dress and was now sitting in front of me in just a thong and I was half on top of her, totally aroused. Now she became more active again, she pulled my dress off and we stood up. She turned me around, played with my breasts from behind and kissed me passionately over my shoulder. I kept circling my bottom towards her. One of her hands then slowly moved down to my crotch. I was already totally wet, which she quickly noticed and threw me onto the couch to slowly take off my thong. She held my legs up a little and started kissing my thighs from behind. She slowly moved down and spread my legs wide. Now she had her hand directly on my pubic area and started to play with my clitoris. First with her hand, then with her tongue. The sight and the feeling almost drove me mad. I kneaded my breasts very hard to make the whole thing even hotter and I couldn't let go of myself. She licked me faster and faster and more intensely, I stroked her hair and pressed her head closer to my pubic area. It was simply divine and she knew exactly what she was doing and what she had to do to get me so excited. Then she pushed a finger into me which made me groan. After a short time there were already two fingers, shortly after three... Her fingers slid in and out faster and faster and she massaged my clit with her tongue harder and harder. Suddenly I came with a very prolonged and loud scream. I had never experienced an orgasm like that before. I had a very long and intense feeling inside me and actually wanted it to never end. She looked at me and grinned, I had to look away embarrassed. She came up to me and kissed me intimately, I actually only tasted myself, which excited me again. She was now on all fours on top of me and I wanted her too. I asked her to turn around. I took off her thong and fell on her ass. I massaged, licked and kissed her from behind. Her bare vagina was so attractive to me that I immediately put my hand there too and ran my tongue through the crack again and again. Francesca moaned again and again and said yes, just like that. This gave me the confidence I needed to continue living out my fantasies. I slowly started to drill my middle finger into her, which made her moan louder. I occasionally tried to reach her clitoris, which worked again and again. After a short time, she took her hand and massaged her butt hole. I had no experience of this at all. But it excited me and also reflected fantasies on my part. I moved my tongue to her bottom hole and licked it gently. Now I got faster with my fingers and my tongue on her bottom. I spat on her bottom hole, something I had already seen several times in porn movies. Now I was almost inside her bottom hole with my tongue and I noticed how she moaned louder and louder and finally climaxed. I was totally happy that I had managed to make her do it the first time, so to speak. I thought that was it, but far from it. She asked me to get into the same position as she had just been. So on all fours with my bottom stretched out towards her. I looked at her and she immediately pushed 3 fingers into my vagina with a smile. It smacked very loudly because I was still or already very wet again. Then I felt her tongue on my butt hole. Anal was always taboo for me, but this was simply heavenly. I just let myself fall mentally and enjoyed this intense feeling. Now she fucked me very hard with her fingers and her tongue almost penetrated my bottom. I was really horny and also had to massage my clitoris. Shortly afterwards I came with an extremely loud scream. Francesca immediately lay down on her back and said fuck me like that too. I took two fingers and fingered her, she said more and I gave her more. When she had four fingers inside me she said and now all of them... I was immediately aroused by the way she said it, the way she moaned, the way she looked at me and begged for it. She took my arm and pushed it in harder and harder, playing with her clitoris. Shortly afterwards, she also came very loudly and with a very loud cry. Now she smiled at me and we cuddled up together on the couch. The next morning, we had breakfast naked and then had a kind of relationship. Almost two years later she went to Spain and I met my future husband...

It's New Year's Eve, the company is having a corporate party today, everyone is standing on their ears, getting dressed up, and my friend Victoria and I are alone in the back room, but not for that. Victoria is 23 years old, super figure, the truth is that her breasts are a little small, but everything else causes men to get a boner, however, and women too, I adore her young, fresh body, and she does not refuse my caresses and answers me the same. On the holiday she wore a black dress, very light and short, and under it nothing but a thong, and to highlight her nipples we had sex in the back room, she had a couple of times managed to swim from my caresses, so the thongs are gone, it flowed from her, my fingers made friction in her and I massaged her cervix, and when I found and caressed the point gi she flew to another planet but then I heard some rustling, I turned around and saw the courier, a very young guy about 19 years old, he was standing crimson and jerking his cock furiously, obviously wanting to shove it into Victoria's open rose, but I couldn't let him do that, he could get my girlfriend pregnant, so I pulled up my skirt and made a permissive gesture inviting him to enter me. His cock entered me without any resistance and after a couple of minutes I felt him filling my pussy with cum, and there was a lot of it, and I felt it running down my thigh, and oh god, his cock didn't even think about falling, it entered me deeper and deeper, I started to cum, the walls of my vagina began to involuntarily contract, I felt that it hurt a little, but the strokes only became more frequent and I started to cum again, jamming into the beautiful, sweet cunt of my stunned girlfriend. The guy groaned and poured a big load of his young cum into me. A good start to the evening, I thought. After getting cleaned up and kicking the guy out, we went out into the hall, seeing Victoria and me, everyone was quiet, admiring our sexy bodies, Victoria's nipples sticking out through the thin material of her dress, my big breasts poking out from under the sexy outfit, the evening had begun. We were surrounded by men, offering us a drink on a brouderchaff, it was good that I had time to put in Victoria's purse, a pack of condoms, I did not want my girl to get pregnant from any of my colleagues. Everyone got drunk quickly, before I could offer little resistance the man I was paying attention to dragged me into the bathroom and his fingers were in my already wet pussy and he tore my panties and started to fuck me in the rack, I jumped off his cock and took it in my mouth, barely putting his huge cock in, it was not comfortable and I put my boobs out and let the cock between my tits, admiring this huge, red cock. He put me on his huge cock, we sucked together, his piston entered deeper and deeper, I was cumming over and over, my cunt began to slurp, accepting this huge piston, in my ear I had already allowed him to drain into me, but I wanted it longer and he felt it and slowed down the pace of coitus, and sitting on his cock I started to thrust and felt him involuntarily pouring his cum into me, it poured right into my uterus, there was a lot of it and I cummed again. Back in the banquet hall without panties, I noticed that the young man who I gave the first, sitting across from me and eating my swollen from fucking gudi eyes, I lifted my skirt higher and spread my legs wide for him to enjoy the sight and honored that my thighs are flowing cum, the previous partner, the guy lost his head, it was already midnight and I decided to go home, where my husband was waiting for me. I staggered out of the hall, put on my fur coat and went to the exit, this guy came up and asked me to accompany him. We got into a cab, during the ride he spread me out on the back seat and in a few shakes poured another portion of cum, I was tired and therefore did not enjoy it. When I got home I didn't wash my face and went to bed, my husband woke up and put his finger in my pussy, he understood everything, his finger was covered in cum, he put his smelling dick on me and started to fuck me, he spread his cock wide apart, when he finished he came long and long into me and turned away and fell asleep.

We had been dating for about a year and a half, we experienced many things and this is the first time that Moni let me into her little ass. At that time my parents had a country house where I organized parties very often with my friends, one weekend we organized buying wine, beer, meat, fruit, etc. and we had a lot of fun, we played cards, dominoes, bottle and many other things. That outing was very special because some things happened that were different from other outings, this happened one Saturday in December 1996, we were talking and burning chocolates in a bonfire in the garden of the house, I remember it was very cold and we were drinking tequila, a friend told jokes and as someone felt tired or half drunk he would go to bed in one of the two bedrooms that were in the house. The house was small but very nice, it had a bathroom, living room, kitchen and two bedrooms with bunk beds, when the rooms were full those who could not find a bed slept in the living room. The party continued and at about 2: 00 in the morning Moni told me that she was very tired and went to bed, she told me "I'll wait for you in bed", she kissed me and went into the house, some girls had already gone to bed before and most of the men were still talking and drinking. In total there were 7 couples and some friends who were alone so there were not enough beds. After a while of drinking I was feeling quite tired and I left my friends in the garden without showing any desire to finish the party, I got to the bedroom and saw some friends who were already asleep in the bunk beds downstairs, it was very dark until I saw that Moni was on top and I took off my shoes without making noise. I lay down next to Moni and she woke up. She kissed me and said: -I'm so glad you're here now. We lay down in a spoon shape and started talking very quietly so as not to wake my friends. Moni started to hit me with her beautiful buttocks and I started to kiss her neck, little by little we started to get very hot, Moni giving me her back to me, she hit my buttocks and put my hands on her tits so I could rub her nipples, my cock was standing up and Moni touched it with her hand, We were like that for a few minutes until I told Moni to help me with her pants because I was going to give her cock, she responded by taking off her pajamas as she could and handed me her panties, I put them in a bag of my jeans, lowered my pants to my knees and as I could I put on a condom that I had in my wallet to get ready to fuck my wife. Moni already had her pussy totally wet and she was anxious for me to penetrate her, at that moment we heard someone enter the room and we had to pretend to be asleep. A friend of mine was looking for his girlfriend and it was the girl who was in the bunk below us. My friend woke up and we could hear them talking. She was saying we were all asleep and I while I was lusting after Moni who was already asking me to put it in her. I could hear when my friend lay down and after a few minutes and to our surprise we heard Marisela who started to moan very low and the bunk started to move very slowly. I only heard "haaa" very slowly and I couldn't believe it, they were fucking Mari on the bottom bunk! that made us super horny, Moni noticed and slapped me with her buttocks, I didn't think about it anymore and I started to give Moni cock, she was bathed in flow, it didn't cost me any work to penetrate her and I could hear my wife's moans and my friend's moans in the distance. We were still spooning so as not to move the bed too much, but my friends, no matter how hard they tried to hide it, were making more noise. Moni was grabbing my balls and I felt them all shaking, she was groping my wife's thighs and very slowly whispering to me not to stop because her come was coming. Suddenly we heard my friend moan more agitated as I think she was coming and then she stopped moving the bed. Moni was still in the middle of her coming and whispered "Don't stop! I was happy with the fuck my wife was giving me and she started squeezing my arms, very hard, as a sign that she was coming. I didn't have time to come because Moni was so wet that I felt almost no friction and I began to hug her, kissing her neck. Moni stopped wiggling and even though she had already come I could still feel her very hot. We continued with tender kisses and I was still inside her pussy, Moni started to stick again and started to give herself cock again, I was ecstatic and wanted to have an orgasm on her buttocks. Our friends had already finished their fucking and we didn't have for when. After a few minutes in the same position Moni was so horny that she told me to fuck her asshole!!!!! She had never let me fuck her in the ass because every time we tried to do it I hurt her and I was happy. I took out my cock and Moni took off my condom, she guided the head of my cock with her hand and pointed it to her asshole, Moni was so wet that her asshole was wet so I took the opportunity to place myself in her asshole and she was sticking so I could penetrate her, I just stood behind her and she started to put it in slowly, I felt how she opened up and how she squeezed me, Moni moaned very slowly and I asked if it was ok... Moni answered "yes! It hurts a little but it's yummy! " A few minutes later my cock was almost completely inside her asshole, I was happy, the sensation was delicious and from what I could see Moni was enjoying, because of all the pressure her asshole was making me feel I couldn't hold it much, a few minutes later I told Moni that I already felt my milk close, she answered "fill me up! Don't take it out! ". I obeyed and had a delicious orgasm inside Moni. I didn't care if my friends heard us because I think the one who moaned that time was me when I came, we were all sweaty, it was delicious and after a while we fell asleep. In the morning I woke up around 11: 00 a.m. the room was empty and my friends were outside all having breakfast in the garden, Moni was lying on her buttocks towards me and it made me really horny, I woke her up kissing her legs, until I started to suck her pussy and Moni got super horny. She said "now if you fuck me like you like! Moni took off my pants and I grabbed her buttocks, I put a pillow under her ass and she was on her back and I was on top of her with her legs on my shoulders, I started to give her cock very deep, Moni was very wet, I didn't use a condom and I gave her cock fast, Moni was moaning loudly and I was telling her how rich she was.... -Did you like my ass? Do you like it? -said Moni. -Yes, Moni, it's delicious, " I answered, all agitated, "Do you like it when I fuck you in the ass? -Yes, I do! -she said. I was lying on top of Moni moaning loudly and we heard the voice of a friend who came into the house saying "I'm going to the bathroom! What are you guys doing? I heard you two hotties". Moni just pulled a blanket and pretended nothing was wrong, she replied: -we are coming! we just got up! My friend went into the bathroom and we didn't stop fucking. Moni kept telling me: -stick it in me and don't stop, I'm going to come. I couldn't stop, our friend came out of the bathroom and shouted "Keep fucking! " and slammed the door. Moni got on her buttocks on the bed and I already felt my cum close, Moni was screaming and screaming "haaaa! haaaaaa! ", until she came, it didn't take me more than three minutes until I pulled out my cock and came on her buttocks. The room smelled of pure sex, we lay there for a few minutes until we got hungry and caught up with our friends. They were all awake and no one said anything to us. I didn't know when the others went to bed, a friend started telling jokes and we organized some games. Moni then talked to Marisela and she told her that they had heard us fucking, that they had gotten very hot listening to us and that after our fuck, my friend gave Mari cock again, she said that they made a lot of noise but I didn't hear anything because I was so tired. Moni told him that we had also heard her moans and that it turned us on, I would have loved to see my friend when she was being fucked because she was so beautiful but I was satisfied with her moans. We never talked about it again but it was a very cool and unexpected experience, I never planned it and I don't think they did either, alcohol made us a little uninhibited and it was a unique moment. I still see Marisela and sometimes I masturbate remembering her moans.