So You Want To Talk Dirty But You Have No Clue What To Say?

NSFW QUESTIONS

Pleaseeeeee ask me some of these

1: Kitchen counter, couch, or on top of the dryer? 2: Your last sexual encounter: Good or bad, and why?  3: A fictional person that you think would be good in bed: 4: Something that never fails to make you horny: 5: Where is one place you would never have sex: 6: The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when: 7: Weirdest thing that ever made you horny: 8: What is the best way to sexually bind someone: 9: What is the fastest way to make you horny:  10: Top or bottom?  11: We were about to have sex but then ________ 12: Is one orgasm enough? Are multiple orgasms necessary? 13: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find: 14: Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you: 15: Two things you like [or dislike] about oral sex: 16: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:  17: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?] 18: Is it ever okay to not use a condom: 19: Who was the sexiest teacher you ever had? 20: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience: 21: How big is too big? 22: One sexual thing you would never do: 23: Biggest turn on? 24: Three spots that drive you insane:  25: Worst possible time to get horny: 26: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans? 27: Worst sexual idea you ever had: 28: How much fapping is too much fapping: 29: Best sexual complement you ever got: 30: Bald, landing strip, Jumanji: 31: Is it good sex if you don’t nut: 32: Fill in the blank: “If they ____________, we are fucking. 33: What your favorite part of your body? 34: Favorite foreplay activities: 35: Love or Sex? 36: What do you wear to bed? 37: When was the first time you masturbated? 38: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself? 39: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside? 40: Have/would you ever have sex in public? 41: Have/would you ever had a threesome? 42: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate? 43: Have/would you ever masturbate at work/school? 44: Have/would you ever have sex on a plane? 45: What is one song you’d like to have sex to? 46: What is something nonsexual that makes you horny? 47: Most attractive celebrity? 48: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not? 49: If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be right now? 50: Has anyone ever posted nude pictures of you online? 51: What is one thing that NEVER makes you horny? 52: Do you have stretch marks? (How do you feel about them? Has anyone ever had a problem with them?) 53: Do you like giving head? (why/why not) 54: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in? 55: How would you feel about taking someones virginity? 56: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter? 57: Is there anything you do on Tumblr that you would not like your significant other to see? 58: Do you own any sex toys? (what is it? how long have you had it?)  59: Would you give your significant other unrestricted access to your Tumblr for a day? 60: Would you be offended if your significant other suggested you get plastic surgery? 61: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute? 62: Do you watch porn? 63: How small is too small? 64: Have you ever been called a freak? Why? 65: Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything? 66: Would you switch phones with your significant other for a day? 67: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”? 68: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair? 69: If you could give yourself head, would you? 70: Booty or Boobs? 71: If you had a penis, what would you name it? 72: Have you ever been on an official date? 73: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?) 74: If you were a stripper, what would your name be? 75: Have you ever had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?) 76: How would you react if you found out your parents had sex in your bed? 77: What was your reaction the first time you saw a penis/vagina? 78: If you had a penis for a day, what are five things you would do?

Getting a wife and mom to cheat

Beautiful story from reddit, but long and detailed. I love hearing about how a wife gives in to her lust.

Getting a married mom to squirt on vacation

Okay, so we are dinner and having a good time. It was our first night of vacation, and spirits were good. Almost everyone we were traveling with had come on the plane and were at dinner that evening. When we left the restaurant, someone had the idea to go to a rooftop bar overlooking the water at our hotel. Apparently that was a popular idea to have, as when we got there, there was a surprisingly large number of people gathered.

While we had had drinks at dinner, once we got to the bar, the consumption of alcohol increased rapidly. I’m not a huge drinker, and really haven’t been since college and medical school, but even I was partaking. I think perhaps the celebratory atmosphere, coupled with for many their first real party environment since COVID had shut things down over a year prior dropped inhibitions. The latter factor seemed to apply to many if not most of the other groups there.

As had been my practice the past four or so months, I was basically operating with my head on a swivel. Looking to see if someone was looking, catching a smile and acting on it, and then putting myself out there repeatedly. I did figure though that if I didn’t end up finding a hookup, I could always venture to the marina area where I saw at least three strip clubs on our afternoon walkabout.

As the evening went on, we ended up mingling with a group of women there on a girls’ trip who all appeared to be around my age. I wasn’t totally confident in my prospects though, as it appeared they were all married, so I was still looking for other options. On my way back from the restroom, one of the women in the group grabbed me arm, saying, ‘We thought you left! You should do a shot with us!’ She was mid-30s, with a sort of thick / chubby body. Huge breasts and a big ass, and she definitely was flaunting those two assets with tight pants and a low-cut shirt and push-up bra. Average looks with dirty blonde hair, she pulled me to the bar where the other women had just gotten a round of tequila shots. ‘One more for him please!’ she shouted at the bartender.

When the drinks arrived, she moved right up against me and yelled ‘Salud!’ at the top of her lungs as we all took the shots. She then turned to me and said, ‘Ten years ago, I would have had you take that shot from my cleavage!’ She was definitely laying it on thick here. ‘I’m Jen!’ she said.

‘Jack’ I replied, before following with, ‘Where y’all visiting from?’

‘Carlsbad, near San Diego. Work friends, neighbors, that sort of thing. What about you?’ she asked. I gave her the rundown of why we were there. We were interrupted when several of them ran out to dance and pulled her as well. As she was heading out she said, ‘Aimee – watch our stuff’. I wasn’t quite ready to tie myself to Jen, not to mention I still had on an old pair of thin flip flops I had worn to dinner, and passed to stay at the bar where “Aimee” had also declined to join the group. She was typing out something quickly on her phone, but the length of it looked more like an email than a text. She appeared to be the only one not drinking as well.

‘Trying to get few last emails in late on a Friday?’ I asked. She looked up at me, somewhat startled.

‘Sorry, what was that? I was in a zone.’ As we made eye contact I noted she bore a striking resemblance to Emmy Rossum (to be clear, I am in no way suggesting this actually was Emmy Rossum). Same eyes, same wavy/slightly curly dark hair, same full lips. Really beautiful, mid-30s woman wearing a floral romper.

‘I could tell, you seem pretty busy for 10pm on a Friday night on vacation.’

‘It’s like no one back home can survive without me.’ She replied.

‘Personally or professionally?’

With a laugh, she said, ‘Both! My mother-in-law had to come in to help my husband watch our two-year old. I don’t think I’ll hear the end of that from either of them. And no one at work seems to be able to take initiative on anything without my explicit direction.’

‘Sounds like you need a drink. Not interested in doing shots like your friends?’

‘Tequila and I have a history. We seem to hook up every five years or so for one night, and I make bad decisions.’

‘That sounds like a fun story. You should tell it to me over shots! How long since the last time you and tequila hooked up?’

She laughed again, ‘About five years!’

‘Then we definitely need to take a couple shots.

‘Ok, but does it have to be tequila? Just the smell of cheap tequila makes me ill.’

‘Who said anything about cheap?’ I waved at the bartender on the other side of the bar, and as he made his way over I asked her, ‘Are you a plata, reposado, or anejo drinker?’

‘I literally don’t know what any of those are. Are those tequilas? I thought we just established that my only knowledge is that tequila and I don’t get along? But, I’ll try it, so whatever you recommend’

When the bartender arrived in front of us I said, ‘We want to do two shots each of Clase Azul plata, resposado and anejo.’

As he got the shots ready, Aimee looked at me, ‘Three shots each? Oh my god, there’s no way.’

‘Just a sampler to figure out what you like. Drink what you want, and besides, these are sipping tequilas. Let’s start with the plata.’

‘I’ll take your word for it. I feel like the longer its in my mouth, the harder it gets to get it down. Wait, I didn’t mean it to come out like that.’ We both broke into laughter as we grabbed our respective shots of the clear, light tequila. Raising our glasses we did a quick cheers before taking a sip. Aimee started with just a sip before slamming it back. ‘See, I tried sipping, but went with what I know.’

‘What did you think?’

‘Better than I remember, so kudos.’

‘Want to try the reposado?’

‘Sure, but I’m warning you, I’m a lightweight.’

‘Just got slow on the next one.’ I then walked her through the difference between the plata and the reposado. Again, we did a cheers, and this time, Aimee almost managed to sip it, but ended up downing half of it. ‘Care to share on your every-five-year bad decisions?’

‘Oh my god, so, let’s see, five years ago, went out with friends for my 30th birthday and ended up getting a tattoo that I would never have gotten sober.’

Looking at her in the romper, I didn’t see any tattoos, so naturally I asked, ‘Where’s the tattoo?’

‘Ha! That’s not something the public gets to see.’ She replied. Intriguing I thought… ‘And then 5 years before that, I actually came down here for my bachelorette party and did a wet t-shirt contest and lost, because of course you have to have boobs to win. And then when I was 20, I ended up having a one-night stand with a guy I met at a bar on Cinco de Mayo. So, yeah, bad decisions all around.’

I held up my glass, ‘To bad decisions!’ She echoed my toast and clinked glasses with me, but rather than sipping, tossed back the rest of the shot.

‘Ok, and the third one is what?’

‘Anejo, aged 25 months in whiskey casks. Definitely for sipping. Sniff it first, you can smell the difference in it’ Aimee brought it up to her mouth and nose and inhaled.

‘Hmm, that’s different. Okay, I can the see appeal to these. To new things’ she toasted.

‘To new things and new people’ I replied.

We sipped the añejo and Aimee said, ‘Hmmm, I think I liked the one before better. This one is a little strong tasting.’ We continued to sip as we talked a little more about what we both did. I learned she did something in finance that I don’t totally recall, but apparently had an important job that required her to be available. I told her I knew what that was like from being on-call from time-to-time.

Our chat was interrupted by the other women returning from the dance floor. ‘Aimee! You’re drinking! Does that mean work is done? Yayy!!’ one of them shouted.

Jen then asked the bartender for another round of shots for everyone. I passed on it, and Aimee tried, but Jen was insistent. ‘No, Aimee, you’re always the goody two-shoes, you’re doing shots with us!’ The waiter brought out another round of cheaper tequila shots and the women all slammed them. Aimee made a face and mouthed to me, “Ewww, that was not good.” When Jen ordered another round, Aimee again got my attention mouthing, “Help, not this stuff”. I got the bartender’s attention and told him to give Aimee the Clase Azul reposado.

Again, the women pounded the shots with a lot of cheering before they jumped back out to the dance floor. Aimee stayed back again and thanked me. We were resuming our conversation when she got a text. Looking at her phone she said, ‘Shit, work. I need to get on my laptop. Would you terribly mind watching their stuff while I’m gone. I’m hoping it won’t be too long, but in any case, nice meeting you. Thank you for the very educational lesson on how not to make tequila my enemy.’ I of course agreed, and figured I needed to figure out a plan for continuing my streak.

Aimee swung by the dance floor to tell the others she needed to work and that I would be watching their stuff. I hung at the bar, talked to my group and the bartender some more, and downed some waters to try to counteract the tequila. After a few songs, the women came over, thanking me for watching their stuff. They were going to head downtown to dance at livelier bars. One of them said they tried texting Aimee but she didn’t respond, so if I saw her, to tell her the plan. Jen came up to me again and said I should join them, making eyes that suggested her intentions weren’t necessarily pure.

After about 15 more minutes, I was just about to call it a loss at this bar and head out, either to meet up with the group of women, or find a strip club when Aimee came back. As she walked up, I took her in fully, not previously having the chance. She was probably about 5’4” or so, and quite slim. The floral romper had a criss-cross front that barely showed her rather pale skin at the top of her chest and literally no cleavage, and she had on a cute pair of sandals to accompany. She saw me at the bar and came up, ‘Hi! I think I got ditched.’ she said as she walked up.

‘They headed downtown. I think someone said to Cabo Wabo. They wanted me to tell you.’

‘Oh my god, did you stay here this whole time to tell me? That’s so sweet. Can I at least buy you a drink?,’ she asked as she was getting the bartender’s attention.

‘Totally not necessary.’ I replied, but she wasn’t deterred. ‘I’ll have one more if you’ll have one with me.’

‘OK, but I think I’m hitting my limit, or blew right through that’ she said giggling.

She ordered two more shots of the reposado, and I had the bartender get us two waters as well. When the shots arrived she said, ‘Do you have any idea what the best way to catch up with them is? Should I get a taxi?’

‘It’s just a few block walk, but I wouldn’t recommend going it alone. I can walk you down there.’

‘Oh! That would be so nice. I hate to put you out like that.’ She replied.

‘It’s really nothing. Okay, let’s finish these and close out.’ We did another toast and drank the two shots as the bartender closed out our tabs (this is how I figured out Aimee had a nontraditional spelling to her name). As we left the bar I realized I didn’t really want to head downtown in these flip flops. ‘Can we run by my room real quick to change shoes?’ I asked.

‘Oh for sure, no worries.’ We walked down to our villa, chatting as we did. It was her group’s first night in Cabo as well, and the unwritten rule of “Go Hard on the First Night” is apparently a universal one. The other couple in my villa were still out, so our place was empty when we arrived. Walking back to my bedroom, Aimee was taking in the whole room. ‘This is much nicer than ours. So interesting how differently everyone decorates them.’ She sat down on my bed while I rustled through my stuff to get another pair of shoes. I heard a “hicc” sound behind me, realizing Aimee had developed a small case of hiccups.

‘Want me to get you a water?’ I asked.

‘<Hicc>, that would be great, <hicc>…’ she replied. I went to our fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Coming back to the room, Aimee had laid back on the bed still with her feet on the ground next to it.

‘You okay?’

‘Yeah, just trying to get rid of the hiccups, <hicc>and the room is just a little spinny.’

‘Sure you want to go downtown?’

‘Yeah, you gotta help me up though <hicc>!’

I moved in front of her as she raised an arm up. Gripping her hand, I expected her to try sitting up, more or less pulling herself up, so I was surprised when it was total dead-weight and instead of her coming up, I ended up coming down towards her. I caught myself just before landing on her. Aimee began giggling again, with us face to face inches apart. ‘Oopsie. That could have been bad <hicc>’ she said, with her hands now on my chest. ‘Wow, you’ve got a good body’ she said. I was definitely getting a flirty vibe here and started to lean in to kiss her. ‘<Hicc>’ right as I was about to, followed by her giggling. ‘Ok, help me up now’ breaking the spell. Getting up, I grabbed two hands, now bracing for the lack of effort I expected.

When she was standing, I handed Aimee the water. She drank most of the bottle, and seemed to be over her hiccups now. As I was getting my shoes on, Aimee asked, ‘Can I use your bathroom, I just realized I really need to go.’ I replied that of course she could, and Aimee went into the bathroom. Not 15 seconds later, the door cracked and Aimee peeked out saying, ‘Umm, this is embarrassing but can I get your help?’ Not knowing what she needed help with, I went into the bathroom, where she said, ‘So, I totally forgot that this romper is like a two person job. Can you undo the button at the neck? I think I can untie it, but I also need help with the zipper in the back. And no peeking at my tattoo!’

‘Ah, so that’s the secret bad decision tattoo!’ I replied. Aimee turned and I undid the button as she reached back and undid the tie for the criss-cross front. As I unzipped the bottoms, I did see the very top of the tattoo just peeking out of her grey cotton thong.

‘Thank you!’ she said as I walked out of the bathroom while she held the romper in place with her hands. A few minutes passed and I got another panicked ‘Jack! I need help again.’ Without thinking I opened the bathroom door to see her standing there in the grey thong with her back to me. I could see slightly more of the tattoo, which was sort of a tramp stamp, but basically where the crack of her ass started. It was a fairly modest thong and covered most of it, so all I could see was a small yellow upside down diamond. ‘Eeek, didn’t realize you were going to just walk in! I can’t figure this thing out. It made sense when I put it on tonight, but now it seems like it has more straps than I remember. Help!’ she said.

‘Okay, not sure what I’ll be able to do here. Do you want to hand it to me?’ She handed it to me and turned around, now facing me with one hand covering her breasts.

‘Don’t make fun of my itty bitties’ she said. I was looking at the dress, trying to figure it out, but glanced up as she said it.

‘I can’t even see anything’ I replied, honestly meaning it in a “don’t worry, you aren’t flashing” sense, but Aimee took it in a “you have nothing for me to see” way, and I could see her face drop. ‘You’re covering up, unfortunately, so you aren’t letting me check out your body.’ That luckily brought a smile, and she said, ‘Ok, honest opinion, do they just look ridiculous? I’m thinking about getting a boob job’ she said before moving her arm out of the way. They were amongst the smallest I had seen this year, probably a AA, and her light brownish/pinkish nipples and areolae were the most distinctive elements, with just the slightest bit of raised breast tissue. Still, she was really attractive, the slightest bit of post-maternity pooch, but overall her pale skin and slim figure all “worked.”

‘You’re gorgeous’ I told her. ‘Not everyone needs to be a C-cup.’

‘I would settle for a B to be honest. I thought they’d get bigger when Kaitlyn was born, but milk never came in. And I know my husband wishes they were bigger, among other complaints.’

‘I would just do whatever you want to do and not worry about what anyone else thinks. Like I said, you’re gorgeous.’ We stood there in the bathroom, her in a thong, me dressed, staring at one another, building incredible tension. Aimee broke that by moving towards me, dropping the dress on the tile floor, grabbing my shirt and pulling me towards her and leaning her head up and kissing me. Her tongue entered my mouth as my arms moved around her, my hand making their way down her back to her tiny ass.

We made out for what felt like 5 minutes straight, as Aimee’s hands felt my chest and abs over my shirt before sliding under. She seemed very interested in feeling my body, and I broke the kiss to unbutton my shirt and take it off. We were now skin against skin, although with the shorts I was wearing, I still had barely more on than she did. Aimee looked at my body and then up at me before pulling me back to the bed. She fell back onto the bed, pulling me on top of her, wrapping her legs around me and kissing me again, her tongue aggressively entering my mouth. Aimee’s hips were rocking back and forth against me from below, and her hands were all over my chest and my arms, gripping me and rubbing me. ‘I love your body’ she said, ‘I feel so small beneath you.’ Before I could respond, she kissed me deeply again, rocking her hips up against me hard in a grinding motion and pulling me into her with her feet, still wrapped around my thighs.

I rolled over onto my back, pulling her up and on top of me while I did, bringing a coo from Aimee. She whispered in my ear before kissing me again, ‘That was so hot, I’ve always wanted to try rolling over like that.’ We made out more as she continued grinding, with her movements getting even more intense now that she was on top. Aimee again broke the kiss and got up off me. I saw that the bottom of her grey cotton thong had a stripe darkened with wetness. ‘I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. We really shouldn’t be doing this. It’s just… you called me gorgeous, and I don’t think I’ve heard something like that from Justin since before I was pregnant, and even then…’ her voice trailed off. ‘It’s just, well, it’s nice to feel wanted. And it’s fun to kiss you. But that’s all we should do.’

‘Ok, I’m good with just making out.’ I replied, thinking about whether I would have a chance to head back to the marina to one of those strip clubs. ‘But if you’re uncomfortable, we can be done.’

‘No, I want to keep making out. I can’t remember the last time I’ve kissed someone, even my husband like this. Can I get you down to your underwear though? I think It would be easier, and it’s only fair, you know?’ She said that last part as she reached down and undid the button and unzipped me, pulling the brushed cotton shorts down before I had a chance to warn her that I was commando. ‘Oh wow, you’re not, and you don’t… and you’re um, wow.’

‘Do you want me to put them back on?’

She hesitated, staring at my package. ‘Noooo, Umm, can I… touch it?’

‘Whatever you’re comfortable with.’

‘Ok, I just want to touch it. You’re so… smooth.’ She moved back towards me, sitting next to me on the bed, and reached her hand down. It barely brushed over the surface of my cock, and she lightly rubbed up and down before actually gripping it slightly and holding it. She pulled it upwards (towards her) and just sort of squeezed it a couple times. ‘You’re really, umm, hard.’

‘I am, I was having fun and like I said, you’re gorgeous.’

‘I’m sure this is the alcohol talking, I know I shouldn’t be here, I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but can I kiss you again?’

I sat up somewhat, leaning back on my elbows and moved forward a touch to kiss her. She was still to the side of me and didn’t let go of my cock as we kissed. Aimee brought her tongue into my mouth again, kissing me deeply before I felt her shift her weight as she moved a leg over the top of my, letting go of my cock and straddling me as she sat down upon it. I could feel the damp spot on her panties as it provided the only barrier between the warmth of her pussy and my shaft.

Aimee began to rock against me again as we kissed. Her tongue increased its flickering inside my mouth as her breathing increased in pace through her nose. She continued this for several minutes, breathing faster and faster until she whimpered slightly into my mouth. I felt an additional gush of wetness against me, and as Aimee pulled away from the kiss and sat up, I looked down to see the small wet spot on her panties was spreading now. She was sitting straight up, directly on my cock, hands on her knees, looking at me with her mouth parted, breathing heavily.

Aimee then got up, and I assumed the post-orgasmic moment of clarity had caused immediate regret. She stood there a moment, looking at me, breathing heavily, her bottom lip quivering slightly. I was about to ask if she was okay when she reached down to the waist band of her thong, and slid them down. Her pubic area was smooth and pale, and I could see the slightest bit of her labia and slit with the pronounced gap between her thighs. ‘Don’t get any ideas, I just needed to get those off. They were too wet.’

‘No worries. Do you want help with the romper?’ giving her the easy out there.

‘Did you want me to go?’ she asked.

‘Did I want you to? No, I just thought…’

‘Shh. Give me a second here.’ She paused in reflection. ‘Can I, um. I want to do something for you.’ Aimee moved down to her knees in front of the side of the bed, kneeling between my legs. ‘I hope this is okay. Just tell me if I need to do something different.’ She put her hand on my cock again, and moved her head forward, placing her lips on the head. She rubbed them around the head slightly before parting more and allowing the head to enter her mouth. Aimee used incredibly light pressure with her lips, but her tongue did snake around and flick the head quite a bit, echoing how she was kissing me earlier. The hand that was holding the shaft was gripped tight around me, while her other hand rested on my thigh.

Aimee continued slowly moving her mouth up and down, focusing on the head and the top inch or so of the shaft. After about seven minutes, she paused and said, ‘My jaw is getting a little sore. I’m so sorry. I know I’m not any good at this. I just…’

‘Aimee, it’s okay. Seriously, it felt great. And you look beautiful doing it.’

‘I just, you’re so smooth, and I wanted to see how it would be different. It’s just, nevermind…’

‘What? You can tell me’

‘Well, all of us went and got waxed this week together because off the trip. I came home and wanted to surprise Justin with it. I got a wax once when I was in college before I knew him, but super painful, so only did it once. But then on Wednesday, I came out of the shower and showed him, and instead of liking it, he laughed and said it made me look like a child.’

‘You definitely do not look like a child Aimee. You’re gorgeous.’ And she was. An absolutely beautiful face, her petite slim frame was toned. Her curly brown hair was framing her small breasts, her nipples firm with arousal. Between the gap, her inner thighs were wet, the light reflecting off them somewhat.

‘Justin said to me, “What if I came home and had done that. I’d look ridiculous.” But when I saw you like that, all I could think was “I want that. I want him.”

I rose up off the bed, moving towards her, and wrapped my arms around her, gently lifting her chin up and kissing her again. She kissed me deeply again, pushing against my body, my cock now pressing up against her belly firmly. ‘I feel so small against you,’ she said as she broke the kiss. ‘I’ve been with Justin for 12 years and he’s just two inches taller than me. It’s why I never wear heels. Even when I was in college, both guys I dated were under 6 feet. And all of them have been, you know, skinny. You’re just bigger.’ She kissed me again, her tongue once again running along my teeth and “fighting” my own. ‘Umm, do you have a condom?’

‘Yeah,’ I said, breaking our embrace, and walking into the bathroom to grab the box I had brought for the trip. I opened it and pulled one out. ‘Why don’t you lay down, I’d love to return the favor first.’

‘You don’t have to, I don’t need a lot of foreplay. Justin said I haven’t bounced back from Kaitlyn’s delivery.’ Justin was really starting to get on my nerves.

‘Who says it’s just for foreplay? I want to taste you. Besides, you got that wax, I want to feel how smooth you are.’

Aimee laid down in the middle of the bed. I could tell she wasn’t yet totally comfortable. Dropping the condom package next to me on the bed, I crawled up between her legs, parting them as I did. Aimee’s pussy was soaked, her thin labia parted. Placing my hands on her inner thighs, I gently kissed my way up to her outer labia before running my tongue up one side and down the other. ‘So smooth’ I said.

‘Wow, I can feel everything’ she responded. But once my tongue licked between her labia and up to her clit, Aimee stopped talking, instead, mostly just breathing heavily in between soft whimpers. She tasted good, a combination of slightly bitter, slightly salty, and a little sweet. I followed her whimpers to identify the technique that worked best on her, which ended up being more of a circular swirling around her clit with constant pressure accompanied with my chin pressed against the opening below.

As the pace of the whimpers increased, I continued the pressure until she let out a gasp. As she did, I felt another wet gush against my face. It wasn’t much but did leave a wet spot on the comforter below her about the size of a cantaloupe in addition to leaving my chin and lips soaked. All in all, it was incredibly sexy that she was able to let go like that.

I moved back, stroking my cock a couple times to get it back to a full erection. As I did, Aimee watched me, leaning back against the pillow. ‘Are you ready?’ I asked.- She didn’t say a word, just nodded as I ripped open the condom and rolled it down.

As I crawled up towards her, Aimee spread her legs a little wider before reaching down to grab my condom-covered cock as I approached. She brought it to the entrance to her pussy, as I hovered above her. I pushed my hips forward, as the latex covered head of my cock parted her labia. Aimee inhaled sharply through her nose as I did before breathing out through her mouth. Whatever her husband thought, she was still quite tight, and her labia were gripped around me as I pushed in.

‘Oh my god’ she said quietly while exhaling again. I paused for a few moments before pushing in more. Aimee said a few more “oh gods” quickly as the rest of my cock made its way into her.

‘Are you okay, do you want to stop?’

‘Oh, I’m definitely okay. This is just really, um, intense. You’re bigger than Justin, I just didn’t really know how much bigger until you were inside me. But, it’s good, I’m good.’

‘Are you okay if we move a little?’ I asked as I started to pull back some.

‘Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah, that’s good, oh. Wow.’ I began to thrust my hips slowly into and out of her. Aimee stopped talking, but continued the breathing and whimpering she had done during oral. Given how quiet she was vocally, you could really hear how loud the wet noises were from where we were joined. After about five or so minutes, Aimee interrupted me with, ‘There’s a spot that’s sort of rubbing or something. It’s feeling really intense, can we try a different position?’

She didn’t give a lot of guidance, but if she wanted to change things up, I of course wanted to accommodate that. Recalling her pleasure at the flip over move earlier, I reached under and grabbed her ass while thrusting all the way in before rolling us over so she was on top. As I did, Aimee moaned, ‘oh my god, yes, that is so hot!’

I let Aimee now lead. She didn’t so much ride me up and down as rock back and forth, the actual movement of penetration was probably only a half an inch to an inch of penetrative movement. Her clit was pressed down firmly against my pubic bone as she rocked. Aimee’s ragged breathing began again almost immediately and continued for another 4 or 5 minutes, sporadically interrupted with a whimper or “unh” sound.

I watched as she fucked herself on me, mostly with eyes closed, watching as her mouth opened and closed, almost to a grimace before she said, ‘Mmmm, I need to stop for a minute and change positions, it’s just too intense on that spot.’ Aimee got up off of me, the condom and base of my cock just soaked with wetness. She was on her knees, sort of kneeling on the bed.

I sat up and said, ‘Why don’t you move right here,’ gesturing to where I was just laying, noting we now had two melon sized wet spots on the comforter. She moved over, and I suggested she go to her knees.

‘OK, but give me a moment before we start again.’ As she moved to her knees I saw the tattoo on her lower back for the first time. It actually wasn’t so much her lower back as the crack of her ass just above her tailbone. The yellow diamond shape I saw before had the “slippery when wet” road sign on it.

‘So that’s the bad decision tattoo?’

‘Oh my god, yeah, it’s horrible isn’t it?’

‘I think it’s kind of cute, what’s the story?’

‘It’s a little awkward telling you a story while pointing my ass at you.’

“Not if I do this.’ I moved behind her and licked from her clit upwards to her vagina, and then kept going over her taint to her asshole.

‘Oh fuck!’ she responded. “I’ve never, umm’

I pulled away for a second. ‘Had your ass licked? I’ll keep going if you tell me your tattoo story.’ I went back to her ass, eliciting a moan. I slid two fingers inside her and rubbed her clit with my thumb, causing Aimee to moan even more. As she regained her composure, she told me the story of the tattoo.

In summary, in college, she had taken a photo as a joke in front of a sign like that for her boyfriend, and it became a running joke amongst her friends. Whenever they were out and saw a similar sign, she’d jump out and take a photo with it. She’d always joked she should get it tattooed on her. So when she was out with friends from college around her 30th birthday, after way too many shots of tequila, the bad decision was made. She got it low enough that it wouldn’t show under a swimsuit, so it would be her (and Justin’s) little secret. Justin, however, was not a fan and said it was trashy.

My tongue was now penetrating her asshole while I was fingering her. Aimee had to interrupt herself several times with moans, and as she finished the story, she said, ‘I want you in me again.’ I removed my fingers from her pussy and my tongue from her ass and moved up to my knees behind her. The detour had brought me down from what had felt like an imminent orgasm, but I was still hard, so my hope was that she’d be able to go for a while in this position.

As I positioned myself behind her, it became even more evident how slight she was. As I gripped her ass from behind, each cheek was slightly larger than my hands, but not by much. I spread her slightly as I moved my hips forward, my cock fully obscuring the pussy it was about to enter. The sheen of wetness covered her inner thighs and ass, and as I pushed forward, there was truth to her tattoo. There was still some resistance, but the wetness provided sufficient lubrication to allow me to slide in. Aimee made a grunt/whimper sound as I did before letting out a deep breath.

I began to slide in and out of her, Aimee started off in a typical doggy style position. Regardless of whatever beliefs her husband had put in her head about the tightness of her pussy after the baby two years ago, she was gripping my shaft on every thrust. From that angle the sound of her wetness and our movements was competing with her whimpering, which was getting louder and almost becoming a high-pitched grunt.

‘Unh, I can feel that again, ungh’ Aimee said as my thrusts sped up a little.

‘Do you want me to stop?’

‘Unh no, it’s a weird, ungh, feeling, but good at the same time’ she said, dropping her head to the bed and arching her back. She was gripping the comforter tightly as she did. I pumped into her for a couple more minutes before she adjusted again, now raising her body up, her hands now in the middle of the headboard.

Whereas with the previous positioning, I could feel the head of my cock sliding against the “back” wall of her pussy, when she rose up, I was distinctly sliding against the “front” wall, and as I did, Aimee’s grunts grew louder and more frequent, corresponding to each thrust.

The rapid crescendo of her moans told me I was doing something right, so I kept at it until she let out an even louder one and pulled her hips forward slightly. At the same time, her vaginal muscles contracted strongly, effectively ejecting me from her body. Aimee’s hands dropped and her back arched again as fluid sprayed out of her with great force and in great quantities, hitting my cock and lower torso, as well as spraying between my legs.

It was a wild scene, only taking a couple seconds before she paused, breathing heavily. I still hadn’t cum, so thought I would try to finish with her. Grabbing her hips again, I pushed myself in, causing Aimee to groan again. She was tighter than she was before, and she once again resumed the hands on the headboard positioned as I pistoned myself inside of her. It took a couple minutes for her to resume the moaning, but once it came, I could tell she was getting to the same place. I tried to hold off as long as I could, and as she began to contract again, I held on to her hips and came hard into the condom. My own orgasm was interrupted though as the contractions got to strong, forcing my cock out of her, and as I finished spurting into the latex, another stream of liquid came from Aimee, accompanied by a high pitched moan.

As I pulled back and moved off the bed, I took in the scene on the comforter. The wet spot extended at least three feet from where Aimee was still kneeling, although the widest portion of it was the foot or so behind here where my body blocked the shot. It was one of the most impressive scenes of squirting I had experienced that year. Aimee though, as she got up from her doggy style position looked back at the comforter with a face of horror. ‘Oh my god, I am SOOOOO sorry. I get wet usually, but that’s only happened to me once before in college when I was drunk. I had no idea it was going…’

I cut her off. ‘Aimee, it’s fine. That was so hot. Did you enjoy it?’

‘Yeah, I mean,’ a huge exhale, ‘A lot.’

‘Good, then nothing to worry about.’

‘What time is it?’ she asked, moving over to her phone. ‘Oh my god, I have like 10 missed texts and calls. My friends are freaking out. They think I got kidnapped or something. They are all back in the rooms and I wasn’t there.’

‘Well text them and let them know. I don’t want the Federales to burst in here to rescue you!’ She laughed, and quickly fired off a text. ‘What did you tell them?’

‘I said that we went looking for them but couldn’t find them and must have missed them. I do need to get going though. Can you help me with the romper?’ She was moving to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. ‘Do you mind if I use this to clean up a little?’

‘Of course not, go for it.’

Once she was clean, or at least dry, we got the romper back on her. She hid the soaked panties in her purse, and gave me a hug as she left my room. It was a somewhat awkward parting, as there was little said, and nothing about the night we just shared. I did see her and the other girls at the pool from a distance a couple days later, but we didn’t interact and I don’t know if she saw me. It was a good way to start that Cabo trip, and as I’ve noted in other stories, that trip was a fantastic one overall, both as a vacation, and for my sex life.

What are friends for

‘OMG. Babe, I think Steph and Mike are having sex on our bed.’ The text message from Peter read.

My boyfriend is so sweet. Cutely naive about these kinds of things. I could just see how much his cheeks would be blushing at the thought of Mike and Steph hooking up on our bed. I wondered how shocked he would be if he knew what really was going on.

Peter and I had meet while interning together at one of the top firms here in the city. Both of us had moved into the big city from fly-over country after going to separate state universities. We had been going out almost two years now and had been living together for at least six months.

Mike went to the same university as Peter and moved out about the same time. They were friends and part of the same friend group through school but were very different. Peter being the sweet, intelligent, caring kind new age guy. Dressing well and getting on with everybody, but kinda, well, vanilla.

Mike on the other hand was your stereotypical loudmouth jock who drunk too much and had a lot of fun saying obnoxious things.

So, the difference between them always caused a bit of tension whenever Mike and Peter would hang out and I knew Peter would worry that Mike would say or do something that would offend me or any other girls. And Mike did plenty to take offense at. Blatant flirting. Sexist comments. Telling us which girls he knows he thinks are the hottest or could fuck the best, TMI on his sexual conquests. The extra hugs and touches. It was just constant

The only thing is, well, there was something about how Mike did it that made it less obnoxious and boorish and more fun and intriguing. Sure, I complained to Peter about his behavior and how he had offended my friends at the bar. But that was only half true. We were actually laughing along and even flirting back.

Like Peter and Mike, Steph and I also went to university together and had moved out to the big city. But unlike Peter and Mike, Steph and I were very similar. We had a lot of shared interests. Studied the same things, worked in the same profession. Liked to drink and have fun. And liked having fun with guys particularly.

Peter thought that Steph was the wilder one and I played an important calming influence on her, especially when it came to partying and to guys. But, well, that’s just Peter being adorably naïve again.

‘How far away are you?’ the next text message from my boyfriend read, ‘Andrew said you and Patrick went to find an all-night liquor store to restock. Oh Andrew, I thought to myself. He was one of the coolest guys I knew and the perfect wingman for Mike, and maybe me.

It was a fair assumption of Peter’s to think that Mike and Steph would be fucking. While both of them have other partners, they had been really getting into each other since everyone arrived at our apartment for our Saturday night drinks. Steph and Mike just picking up from when they left off at one of the clubs, we were at two weeks ago, before they were interrupted by their respective partners joining us.

Tonight, there was no such worry. Mike’s girlfriend was visiting family while Steph’s boyfriend was on a two weeklong work assignment interstate. The only other people joining us for drinks was Andrew, a long-time mutual friend of ours, and Patrick who was a work colleague. Both being good at discretion and, even better, good at encouraging Peter to keep going with the shots.

Steph then pulled the phone back and started typing on it. I was a little surprised to see the message from him. When I saw him last about thirty minutes ago, he was completely out to it laying on the couch. Thanks in no small part to all the drinks Mike, Andrew and Patrick had been plying him with all night.

And it’s not exactly like I intended this to happen. Sometimes things, well, just escalate, dramatically. Especially after the three boys all challenged Peter to race to the bottom of an expensive bottle of Mezcal.

Not surprisingly with Peter’s more delicate constitution, he ended up blacking out close to the bottom of the bottle and five of us remained as we kept the fun going. Then Patrick decided it was probably the right time to head back to the apartment he shared with his fiancée, a little disappointing but forgivable.

 With only the four of us then present in mind and body, Mike started dancing with me as much as with Steph. Of course, I didn’t do much to discourage him. It’s not my style. And it wasn’t the first time he had got flirty with me.

Soon Steph had her dress hiked up over her hips as she showed off her pink thong too us all. Mike had his hands all over her as she grinded her ass on his crotch. Andrew just kept his drink in his hand and kept his cool chaperone vibe going as the slight smile on his face showed he knew exactly where this was going, and he had no objections. Like I said, the perfect wingman.

As Mike and Steph got more into the dancing and the touching, I could tell they needed some release. Steph kept eyeing the bedroom door. I gave her a nod. It was nothing I was going to get particularly offended by, two people fucking on my bed. The situation had been in reverse enough.

So that would just leave me and Andrew to chill out while Mike and Steph had their fun and my boyfriend remained comatose. Then I would just hang out with Andrew while we kept an eye on my comatose boyfriend. Not the most fun to be had but I knew Andrew was not the type to try a move and, despite what a couple of my exes have screamed at me, I don’t need to fuck every guy I’m in a room with.

But just as I was ushering Mike and Steph off for their fun in the bedroom, they both grabbed each of my arms and pulled me along with them. I looked over my shoulder at Peter, who was still out to it, and at Andrew who lifted up his glass as a cheers and told us to have fun and he would keep an eye on Peter.

“Fucking Mike would be fun. But you fucking Mike while Peter is sound asleep out there would be fucking amazing.” Steph said as we crossed the threshold into the bedroom. Nothing in my body or mind was disagreeing with her.

I felt Mike push up from behind me and get his hands all over my tits. He leaned down and kissed and bit my neck. Steph had somehow managed to get the straps of her dress down as now had her dress bunched around her waist. Mike eagerly reached over to squeeze one of her full but still perky tits.

I was moaning softly as I felt my body ache in anticipation. Mike’s hand went to the top of my jeans, and he unbuckled them with the deft touches of a guy who has done this before, a lot.

He had my jeans loose and yanked them down over my ass and mid-way down my thighs. Leaving only my delicate lace thong in the way of his ultimate goal, I could sense his urgency and his strength. It just made me moan more.

The risk of the situation meant we didn’t have time for all the formalities of fucking. Apparently, there wasn’t even enough time for me to take my underwear off properly. Mike got his hand around the waist band of my thong and quickly yanked it to the side, easily snapping the delicate fabric. Every part of me melted just a little more as he threw my thong over the side of the room. He then pushed me on to the bed.

Steph was already kneeling on the bed. Her legs spread out and her fingers rubbing her pussy lips as she watched us.

With my jeans around my thighs, I had limited mobility, but Mike took care of that by lifting me over towards the top of the bed and putting me on all fours. Very quickly he had managed to get his own jeans off and had his cock rubbing against my dripping entrance.

“You want me to wear something?” Mike said as he paused his progress.

I knew we should. Peter and I always did but it was kinda a mood killer. But then Steph fished around in the bedside table and threw a condom over.

Mike took the wrapper and struggled for a while with getting it on.  “Oh shit, That’s a tight fit.” Steph said laughing as she knelt next to Mike, still working her pussy with her hand.

Mike started picking up the pace. As he railed me harder, I was banging into the headboard as it in turn banged into the wall. My moaning was getting louder along with Mike’s grunting. The noise I was making was very different to when Peter and I had sex, so I felt no real need to disguise or mute my pleasure. In hindsight, this was probably what woke Peter up. After a fair few more poundings against the wall, Steph alerted me to the first message on my phone.

Steph, being the professional she is typed up a response. ‘Oh, I’m not surprised. Steph is such a slut. Cheating on her boyfriend, what a slut. I’ll be home soon, babe. We just finished picking up some more drinks.’ Steph typed out and showed me before sending it from my phone back to Peter.

Then I felt something kinda different.

“Oh shit, the condom broke.” Steph called out which led to Mike stopping.

“Fuck. Don’t worry just keep going.” I pleaded as my pussy demanded more cock. Only for a moment did I wonder if Peter would have noticed the different voices and recognized mine. But as Mike’s cock went all the way back in, and his rhythm returned, I didn’t give it a second thought.

“Hope you two are being safe in there.” Andrew called out from the living room with a laugh. I even heard faint laughter from Peter as well which almost caused Steph to lose it.

“Fuck yes slut. I’m gonna fuck you so hard. Fill you full of cum.” Mike said as he recommenced fucking me and quickly got back up to pace.

Our apartment was not designed for carrying on illicit affairs in one room while the oblivious partner remained unaware in the living area. But Steph seemed to take it as a fun challenge to make sure Mike and I had fun, and Peter didn’t find out there were three of us in the bedroom.

We heard Andrew offering Peter another drink. Did I mention how good a wingman he was?

“Is my cock bigger than your boyfriend’s?” Mike growled. I just moaned out a breathless yes. “Do I fuck you better than your boyfriend?” Mike asked and I just repeated my response, but louder.

Steph showed my phone again with Peter’s latest text. ‘OMG. I think they are gonna put a hole in our wall.’ I just moaned harder right as Mike slammed into me and then I slammed again into the headboard,

“I want you to ride my big cock on this bed.” Mike demanded. I just moaned my anonymous agreement. He pulled off his jeans and shirt while I extricated myself from my garments and climbed on top of him, positioning his cock back at my wet lips. I sunk down on him as a guttural moan left me. The change in position gave my insides all sorts of new sensations.

I quickly picked up the pace. The wall was getting a break, but our mattress springs and the bed legs were starting to get punished. As I bounced up higher and slammed down harder, the bed groaned and creaked.

Steph again got my attention with an update on the conversation between me and you. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Mike pays for any damage he does.’ My phone had messaged back with an unnecessary winking emoji.

‘Now it sounds like they are breaking our bed. I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to sleep in it tonight. Maybe you should message Steph and tell them to take it easy.’ Peter responded.

I had no intention of telling Mike to take it easy. As he rammed his hips up to meet my thrust down, his cock went so deep and filled me up so much I could feel my body getting ready to let go.

‘Don’t worry babe. They will probably stop soon. Mike probably can’t last that long. Anyway, I’m coming soon.’ Steph wrote on my behalf and showed me. I smiled at her and nod in confirmation that she is correct. I was about to cum. Steph leans in, and we kiss as I slow down a little on Mike. My tongue dances with Steph’s as our sloppy kissing sounds drown out the fucking briefly.

Then I pull away and look down at Mike with an evil grin meeting his delirious expression.

I leaned down and kiss him. Moaning more. Then I lean over and whisper into his ear. “Are you gonna fill me full of cum while my boyfriend waits outside and listens?” I tease. “You know he’s probably getting excited by hearing a guy fuck a girl properly. Thinking he will get to try and do the same to me later.” I say wickedly.

Then it was Mike’s turn to groan in agreement before grabbing on to my hips and lifting me off. He spun me onto my back as he hooked his arms under my legs. I ended up with my legs over his shoulders as he pinned me down and then drove his cock deep into me. His pace picked back up quickly, and the bed started complaining again from the hard punishment.

But my body was doing everything but complaining. I moaned out loudly as the intense feeling was starting to build all through my body.

“Aaaaahhhhrg.” Mike groaned. “Fuck yes. I’m gonna fill you with my cum, slut.” He growled out loudly. “I’m gonna fill you up with more cum than your boyfriend could ever give you. You want it don’t you, slut? You want my thick cum.”

“Mmmmmm. Fuck yes. Oh fuck. Cum inside me.” I cried out in a breathless and feverish tone. I tone and language I had never uttered to my boyfriend. I assumed that would be enough to protect the true identity of the girl who was about to get filled with Mike’s delicious cum. But in truth, at the moment, I didn’t really care. Peter could have burst through the door and I would have let Mike finish.

Steph moaned out. Her hand rubbing her clit feverishly as she also seemed close to finishing.

“Oh, fuck yes.  Fuck, I’m cumming.” I cried out right as I felt Mike’s cock swell inside me and then pushed even deeper inside me as he held it there.

I deep animalistic roar came from Mike as he shot blast after blast of cum into me. He tried to push that little bit deeper as I felt his cock unload the last of what must have been close to a dozen shots into me. 

“So, what do we do now.” Mike asked quietly as we all slowly got our breath back.

“Oh, don’t even worry.” Steph replied.

‘Babe. Can you come down and get me. I left my keys behind, and the intercom isn’t working again.’ Steph messaged Peter for me.

A few moments later, we heard the front door open and close. Mike, Steph and I all got our outfits back together and looked presentable. Except, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I looked at my ripped thong on the floor but just shrugged and left it there. It died for a good cause.

“Oh shit” I said suddenly. “Peter is expecting me to be downstairs.”

“Jesus Cara.” Steph said. “Is this like your first time or something.” She teased as she held up my phone. ‘Sorry babe, one of the neighbors let me in the other entrance, I came up the back lift. I’m back inside.’ My text to Peter read.

By the time Peter returned, Steph and I were in the kitchen while Mike and Andrew were over the other side of the high kitchen counter. Mike and Andrew gave him a cheers as he came in and stood next to them.

The awkwardness of the scene was downplayed almost unconsciously and there was little to hint at the debauchery that had recently taken place. Well one of the few hints was Steph with her hands down my unbuckled jeans and gently fingering my pussy as Mike’s cum fan out. Fortunately, the kitchen counter was high enough to keep that little detail hidden.

With Peter seemingly wide awake now, the fun seemed over, and Mike, Steph and Andrew all made tracks, getting all in one uber apparently, which was curious since Mike and Steph lived in opposite directions.

With our visitors departed, Peter and I decided it was bedtime. As him and I got into the bedroom the smell of sex and the sight of the punished bed hit us both. I gave him a sneaky glance to see what his reaction was, but I was also too tired to care.

I brushed my teeth in the ensuite and then quickly put on some pajamas, hoping he didn’t see my lack of underwear which would have been suspicious.

I was lying on the roughed-up bed almost out to sleep when Peter finished in the bathroom and got into bed.

“Oh my god, babe. Steph left her thong in our room. Jesus Christ.” Peter said with built-up anger and disgust to which I could barely moan out a supportive groan of faux frustration and disgust. “Oh, and she has the same kind of panties as you hun.” My only response was to sleep.

MY FIRST BIG DICK

Note: I have no idea how long this post will end up being, but this is probably one the most eventful weekends of my life for tons of reasons. I’ve waited for this moment for so long and if you were ever going to reblog one of my posts, it should be this.

For the past week or so, I’ve been texting this boy on and off that I met at a frat party last weekend. He isn’t a frat bro, but he’s 6′2″, Columbian, handsome as shit, funny, and plays soccer. For anonymity, I’ll call him Dan. He’s not the kind of guy I would normally go for, but he’s good conversation and with everything that’s been going on between me and my ex the past week, it’s been a huge relief to be able to connect with someone. I have zero romantic feelings towards him, but I’m absolutely physically attracted to him in a way that honestly caught me off guard at first. I think it was something about the way he looked me up and down when we first met, that he just gave off this carnal energy that made me flustered and confused.

Like every cute boy I talk to, I became a mess, stumbling over my words and accidentally making it very obvious I think he is hot. I wish I could give you all more details of that night and our initial interactions, but I was honestly wasted and don’t remember much more than briefly talking to him, then making out for pretty much the rest of the party.

I’ll stop the story here to mention that while my boyfriend and I are in a tough spot right now, I still have incredible emotional reserves for him and would not be doing any of this stuff had I not been entirely caught in the moment and swept off my feet by this dude. It was never my intention to do anything behind my boyfriend’s back, and none of this happened out of spite.

So the week goes on, and he continues to text me, and I only respond occasionally. I spent a few days after the party reflecting on what I really wanted and feeling bad about entertaining this guy purely out of my own loneliness and need to talk to somebody. During those few days, my boyfriend made it clear to me that he needed more time to think about our relationship, so I decided to just say fuck it and keep talking to Dan. As the week went on, I felt less and less bad about it and on thursday night Dan invited me to hang out at his apartment and watch Netflix that friday. I had LOTS of reservations at first about going through with anything, because I knew he probably had intentions of sleeping with me and I didn’t want to put myself in a potentially compromising situation. But after enough peer pressure from my girl friends and rationalizing with myself that I shouldn’t pass up this opportunity to at the very least spend an evening with someone I would have otherwise spent alone, even if it was just watching TV. 

In truth, when I got to his apartment I didn’t think we were actually going to do anything at first. His two roommates were home and they spent the first hour or so hanging out with us, asking us silly questions and just introducing themselves. A few times throughout, they subtly made jokes about Dan and I fucking and implied that it wouldn’t be easy at first, which embarassed the shit out of me but suddenly made it all I thought about while they talked. I only had maybe a drink or two, but Dan had a huge, expensive glass bong that he let me smoke out of and I got stupid high after coughing my ass off. Just shortly after we all smoked and finished the episode of Always Sunny, his roommates said they had a party to go to and promptly left me and Dan in the apartment alone. Almost immedialtely, he put his big, muscular arm around my dainty shoulders and I got pulled straight into his mouth as we started making out. It all happened in such a way where it swept me in the moment and I hardly had time to process any of it. I had so many thoughts rushing through my head and I thought about everything from what was about to happen to me to what my boyfriend would be thinking if he saw me like this, to how good his cologne smelled. I’m glad we made out simply for the fact that I would have been speechless and utterly unable to form proper sentences. I was wear a tight, mirco-length white dress that really hugged the shape of my body, and him running his big hands all over my sides and around on my ass as we made out started sending ripples of energy to my vag and quite honestly turned me on immediately. 

I hardly had time to process any of it before he grabbed my hand and put it straight on his basketball shorts, where once again I felt his soft dick and reconfirmed that holy shit, it’s BIG. Like, without question bigger than my boyfriend. Now granted, my boyfriend is more of a grower than a shower, but as soon as I felt his dick resting on his thigh, I knew I was in trouble. Obviously, as soon as I felt that, I cut to the chase and pulled his shorts down so I could finally know what I was working with. As soon as I did, my jaw DROPPED.

I pulled Dan’s penis out from his shorts and it was literally almost as big as my boyfriend is hard, but soft. Granted, Dan is taller than my boyfriend so I definitely expected him to be bigger, but not THAT big. I had no words. I had told him during the week that my boyfriend was the only person I’ve ever been with, so he knew that I had no experience even seeing a dick that big with my own eyes. I spent a good three/four minutes just holding it in my hands, looking at it then up at him watching me stare in disbelief. I could tell he was getting a kick out of it, but I seriously couldn’t control myself. It was so big. 

Then, it started getting hard. My hands were on it, and all of a sudden I could feel it swelling up, pulsing every few seconds with energy as it got bigger in my hands. It hit my boyfriend’s length quickly, and then continued to get bigger and bigger. My eyes were wide the entire time, and I couldn’t tell if it was because I was so high or what but I felt my heart start pounding each second it got bigger.

Once it was finally hard, it was legitimately the size of my wrist and I gasped when I stuck it next to it for comparison. Believe me guys, I wanted nothing more than to just take a picture of that right then and there to show you guys the size of it, but my phone died shortly after arriving at his house and I forgot my charger at home (he only has androids). Regardless, I was speechless, and knowing me, I had to ask him the first thing you’d probably expect me to ask: How big is it? 

Conveniently he had a ruler in the room and he let me measure him. It was just over 8 inches, like 8.1 or 8.2″. I thought it was going to be big, but I was shocked. His dick was the size of the dicks in a lot of the gifs I post, which I thought would honestly never happen to me. It was rock hard, had big, thick veins running along it that I kept feeling with my fingers like a blind person reading braille. Since he’s Colombian he’s tan and his penis was a beautiful shade of light brown that gave it a more exotic look than my boyfriend’s dick. After I was swept up in the initial shock and awe of his penis, my mind immediately drifting towards the challenge on the horizon: How was I ever going to fit this thing inside of me?

I started getting more nervous as I realized I have no idea what to do with a dick that big to keep it from impaling me, so I told him straight up that I’ve never been with anything that big and we would probably have to be extremely slow and careful. He told me to rest easy and to trust he knows what he’s doing, which both relieved me and instantly made me wet. I was still nervous and trying to stall it in any way I could, though, so I tried to give him a blowjob first. His dick was circumcised, and the head was big enough that it was literally a struggle to get my mouth past it. Part of me blames myself for not practicing any deepthroating techniques, but I did not think this boy’s dick was going to be this big. I gagged, had a hard time keeping my teeth off it, and eventually had to give up. He didn’t take it harshly, and actually said it was hot that I couldn’t even fit it inside my mouth. I shrugged, but before I could respond he picked me up in his arms and carried me to his bed in the room over (another major turn on, that’s something my boyfriend has never done to me). He laid me down, helped me unzip my dress and spent a good 10 minutes just looking up and down at my naked body, taking time to feel every curve and crevice and study me. It was honestly one of the hottest things a guy has ever done to me, especially since I knew I was the reason his big dick was hard, throbbing, and dripping with precum as he looked at me. He flipped me over and started grabbing and kneading my ass, spanking it and just appreciating the shape of it. My butt has definitely gotten bigger and wider over the past few months, and my boyfriend has hardly commented on it, but other guys have definitely taken notice.

He flips me over again, and without a word in between he begins to pull me legs apart and eat me out. Now, my boyfriend is actually pretty good at eating me out, and that’s something I’ve always given him props for. Even though I haven’t came from intercourse, he can almost always make me cum with oral. Dan however, just had a tongue that felt… different. It was wider, and had a bit more force behind it so as it ran up and down my clit, it hit the nerves in a way I never felt before. It wasn’t any better or wose than my boyfriend, just… different. In a welcoming way. After a few minutes, his tongue sent me over the edge and I came from it. That’s typically when my boyfriend would switch to actually fucking me, but Dan kept his head low and grabbed me by the hips as I came. When I was done spazzing out, he just went straight back at it and continued to eat me out. My clit was ridiculously sensitive, and I was twitching and jerking the entire him, only being held down to the bed by his big hands gripping my hips. In less time than the first one, I came again.

I was shaking, sweating, and already out of breath. His tongue felt so good alone that it almost felt like I had had an entire sex session already… and that’s when he decided to bring out the dick. Luckily, I was already soaking wet from him eating me out, or it probably would have been a nightmare trying to fit it inside me. I told him to go incredibly slow, and with deep breaths, he pushed the head of his huge cock inside of me. I immediately almost screamed and gripped the bed sheets, as I had never felt that kind of pressure and pain in my vagina in my life. Once he told me he got the head in, I thought he was lying, because it felt like I was already being torn apart. His dick even just resting on my small frame before it went inside me looked like it was going to have a hard time fitting. I honestly don’t know how girls my size do it.

It hurt so much, I started to panic and told him that this might not work. He assured me it will and we took a break to smoke more for a few minutes. Back on the couch, he just sat there with his dick pointing up and said we should probably try it in cowgirl first. I obliged, and got up on top of him and tried lowering myself slowly over his dick. I don’t know if it was the weed or what, but I felt like I had much more control over letting it inside me, and about two minutes later I managed to actually lower down onto it as much as I could without it punching my cervix (which also hurt, holy shit). I literally felt like I was sitting on top of a fire hydrant or something, like no dick that big was ever meant to fit in a girl my size. But once I began to raise myself off it… holy shit. The sudden friction in my vagina, and the feeling of all that pressure and energy suddenly moving in the opposite direction felt incredible.  Don’t get me wrong, it still hurt, but added to the pain was some weird, fantastic feeling of ecstasy. Almost like every single nerve in my vagina was all being hit at the same time, including my g-spot.

Slowly, without him moving, I began to work my hips on him and get into a nice rhythm on his dick. At that moment, I had a literal epiphany where I suddenly completely understand everything everyone has ever said to me about why they love big dicks. That raw, primal feeling of just being filled all the way, getting just… fucked, without him putting in any effort was just so sexy and so hot. The amount of pressure and energy I felt radiating from my vagina throughout my entire body just from the sheer size of his penis felt so completely different than how my boyfriend fucks me. Even when sex with my boyfriend is amazing and he does everything right, the feeling and sensation in my vagina just isn’t as…. challenging as Dan’s bigger dick felt. I can still see how a guy with a smaller dick could do a better job in bed than a bigger dude that’s completely clueless, but I now firmly believe that even a mediocre big dick feels physically better than a “good” smaller one. Now obviously there’s exceptions to that, but I fully believe that the bigger the size difference is, the more of a difference this makes.

Sitting on the couch still, I rode his dick for probably a good five minutes before the pain of the size started to subside and the physical pleasure began to really exceed it. More and more, it was beginning to hurt less and instead just feel absolutely fucking amazing. After a few more minutes, the pressure building in my body hit absolute maximum, and I lost control of my legs completely. I was shaking violently on his dick, having one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. I screamed. Literally. I’m surprised his next door neighbors didn’t knock on our door, because I shrieked bloody murder as I came, his penis just made my entire physical being explode into rainbows and supernovas. I have never experienced anything like that. 

After basically regaining consciousness, he picked me up off the couch as I held onto his shoulders, and he began to fuck me while holding me midair in his arms like the gifs I post. That feeling of complete lack of control in the hands of a sexually experienced man was one of the sexiest feelings ever, and I came a second time in his arms. I couldn’t believe what was happening. 

At that point, he brought me back to the bedroom and we kept fucking for probably another 10 minutes at least, in everything from doggy to missionary to reverse cowgirl. I found that the positions where I have more control over my hips tend to feel a little less intense, and I could tell he was so into me being on top of him. He was way stronger and more aggressive and dominant than my boyfriend, though that’s something I expected from someone much more athletic. His stamina was incredible, and he literally kept going even well past my “breaking point”. After cumming again TWICE (that’s four in total), I was physically, emotionally, and spiritually drained. I felt like my insides were completely rearraged, and had to stop fucking to just finish him off with two hands on his cock. He shot his load onto my face (something I’ve only ever done once with my boyfriend), and handed me a towel to clean myself off. It was honestly pretty degrading but also incredibly hot?? He was nice enough to let me pass out in his bed, and made breakfast for me before ubering me back to my dorm. When I got home, I spent probably two hours just reeling in pain and looking at my busted ass in the mirror reflecting on the fact that I just had the craziest sex of my entire life. Note that I said crazy, and not best. While physically, it was LEAGUES beyond anything my body has ever experienced with my boyfriend, it still had that lack of emotional bond that I feel like is required to really call it the “best” sex of your life. But fuck man, it felt fucking good. 

So yeah, I really hope that this is something I’ll be able to put behind me and not feel bad about if my boyfriend and I end up working things out, but until then, here’s hoping that one day when I no longer feel like I need crutches to walk, I can get a second night stand with Dan. And until then, I can at least sleep well at night knowing that a real life big dick actually feels like. Incredible.

I know I couldn’t cover possibly every detail of that night in this post because it was be an entire book’s length, but don’t hesitate to ask me questions about it. I think I can now safely call myself a true size queen (especially since it completely exceeded my expectations).

Big dicks–I was a fan before, but now I might be in love.

Hotwife

Ok so my husband and I recently started exploring the "hotwife" dynamic. Mostly he encouraged it and it took me a while to come around to it, but recently I told him that I'd be open to it under the right circumstances. That was about a month ago. I read your blog all the time, and I remember you saying something like when a wife decides that it is possible for her to do something like this and opens her mind to what it might mean, that her daily life changes. Her confidence blooms, and she sees men a different way. Let me tell you, 100% that is my experience. I guess I'm giving off some kind of vibe, because I swear that ever since I internally determined that I might do this, almost every attractive man I see--in a grocery store, in a store, just about everywhere, gives me that "look"--you know, where the eye contact lasts just a second too long. It's been an exciting, flirty, experience. It's also a super turn on. I don't know if I'll ever find the right guy. At this point I hope I do, because I'm wearing my husband out at night to the point he can't keep up. So this isn't really a question, just a comment. We've been married 10 years by the way--both of us are 35.

I know, right? Can't tell you how often I hear this. Even though I've been open to this for like 11 years now, I still have this experience out and about--maybe not to the same level you're now having it, but still. There's something to be said for the novelty of it--if you've been married that long and who knows how long you were committed before to him, you haven't opened yourself up to "flirting" for a long time. To find out attractive men are attracted to you is, well...intoxicating is a great word.

❤️ What I Love About Eating Pussy ❤️

❤️ What I Love About Eating Pussy ❤️

1. The sounds she makes when I suck her clit.

2. Licking circles around her clit while fingering her at the same time.

3. Turning my head to side and suck her pussy lips while my thumb rubs her clit.

4. Her hands rubbing my head as I bury my face deep in it.

5. The way her thighs squeeze my head when she’s about to climax.

6. Bending her over and eating it from the back.

7. Rub her back and ass as she rides and grinds her pussy against my face.

8. Making her cum all over my face and lips and I keep licking her.

9. Listening to the way her breathing changes as I lick it faster.

WHO WANTS TO COME EAT MY DRIPPING WET PUSSY?

Jackie 👗🎀💋💄💦💦💦

Getting Past the Fantasy Part 1

I have gotten a lot of messages from many of you following my blog about the success you guys have had. Many of you reading this blog have built up the courage to speak to your wives about your fantasies and have put some of the concepts I talk about into practice with great results. Some of your wives are talking about their exes during sex, others have their wives dressing sluttier, some wives are roleplaying that you are another guy, others have their wives going out pretending they are single, and there are a few out there whose wives are already getting fucked by another man. I congratulate and am happy for each one of you for the progress that has been made. I am glad to hear that you are slightly closer to living your dream life or living it already.

That being said, the majority of you who have talked to your wives are roleplaying and fantasizing, and many of you are asking, what next? How can I get past the fantasy?

Refer back to some of the previous posts, in particular the post “You Want Her To Dress Like A Slut” because we are going to apply some of that here.

Assuming your wife knows about your fantasy and is roleplaying and fantasizing with you, (this seems to be the next hurdle after telling her to become your slutwife), we are going to move on into building up upon her fantasy.

1. Focus Her Fantasies Around Someone She Knows - Fantasizing about celebrities or made up people is great at the beginning of your journey to make her comfortable. Over time, you need to bring your fantasies to a more realistic sense by getting her to talk about people she has had sex with (an ex) or someone she finds attractive (a coworker, neighbor, classmate, etc). Perhaps there is drama with an ex so she won’t go there, or she refuses to admit she finds anyone attractive, which is likely false, but don’t dwell on those things. Reiterate how you want her to consider someone for your fantasy play and if all else fails, talk about someone who has hit on her or checks her out. Could be a friend, coworker, someone online, or whatever, point is that now is the time to bring your fantasy play slightly closer to reality.

2. Get Her to Think About Him - Now that you have identified one or a few people to fantasize about, get her to think about it. Getting her blindfolded (to focus her mind and senses) works really well here. While blindfolded, eat her out to get her in a slutty mood and ask her about the chosen person. Tell her to go with the flow of the questions and to think about it as if it were about to happen. Why does he want to fuck her? Has she ever caught him checking her out? Ever flirted? What did he say if he did? How big do you think his cock is? If an ex, ever had sex? Talk about the most pleasurable experience you had with him? If you were going to date him, how would you dress for him? Why like that? If you had sex with him right now, how slutty would you be for him? Would you suck his dick? Would he eat you out? Would you cum to his cock? You can keep going with this until she cums. Remember to let her gather her sexual thoughts as you eat her out, give her a few seconds to answer and let her keep talking as much as she wants. Do not cut her off or ask questions too quickly. Let her mind process the pleasure and emotions of this. When she gives a really slutty answer or something that you think is really hot, let her know how hot you think that is and continue eating her out. If she cums from this before you finish your questions, let her know how horny it all makes you and fuck her with good intensity while you tell her you love her and love hearing her talk like that. If you run out of questions, just eat her out and ask her to moan like she would moan from him eating her out.

3. Get Her To Pretend You Are Him- After doing the step above a couple of times and getting a good feel of how she visualizes things, move on to pretending you are him. Same scenario, she is blindfolded and relaxed while you eat her out, but she must pretend you are him. Now ask her the same questions pretending you are him. Have you ever caught me checking you out? Have you ever flirted with me? How will you dress up for me on a date? How did you know I want to fuck you? Why do you want me to fuck you? Are you going to be a good slut for me? Etc. You get the point. Have her say your (his) name with her answers once she gets into it. Get her to moan for you and to cum for you (him). While still blindfolded, fuck her and explore her body like you are him, tell her why you want to fuck her, have her beg you to fuck her, and tell her she is a much better fuck than he ever expected. You get the idea. You can repeat the above steps with a couple of other guys if she is feeling it, but focus on no more than three at a time for now, three people close to her at most. You may remove the blindfold after she is comfortable after doing it a few times.

4. Bring It Live - The steps above sound hot but its just more fantasy, you may say. Well you are right. So lets start adding something live to take a step forward. Remember I mentioned the post “You Want Her to Dress Like A Slut”, well this is a good place to begin. Now that she is fantasizing about sex and pretending to fuck with someone close to her, get her to take it up a slight notch. For this, we will use the example of her fantasizing about a coworker. You will ask her to wear some really sexy lingerie to work, under her normal clothes, and to spend slightly more time than usual with her coworker. When she gets home, you will ask her how it went, pleasure her, and talk about how hot it is that she was wearing something sexy around a guy she fantasizes about having sex with. As you pleasure her, tell her how much he would enjoy being able to see her wearing that sexy lingerie. Ask her to imagine his reaction if he saw her just wearing that. Or how hard he would get if he knew she was wearing sexy lingerie for him and fantasizing about sex with him. At a later date, ask her to wear some lingerie but dress slightly sluttier for him. I am not talking about street whore level, I am talking about tighter jeans, leggings, lower cut blouses, push up bras, shorter skirts etc, whatever works in her environment. Something subtle, but tell her you want her to dress for him and to get him to check her out. Of course you will ask her about it when she gets home. Have her tell you what she noticed, did he say anything, did she feel sexy because of it, did she notice him getting hard, etc. you get the point. Tell her to have fun with this, be slightly flirtier, and pleasure her for her efforts when she gets home.

5. Expand Her Horizons - Assuming she is dressing slightly sluttier and being slightly flirtier, his fantasy boy probably noticed and will be creating a spiral of her dressing sexier and being flirtier with you pleasuring that she will start to enjoy. Do you know who else is noticing, just about every guy around her. Remember, you do not love the guy she fantasizes about, you love her and how slutty she behaves. So you don’t need to focus on that one single guy, ask her who else did she catch checking her out. Who else has hit on her? Who else is being flirty? Was she slightly flirtier back? When she catches someone, does she act innocent and let them stare? Who were these people checking her out? If the boss, how would having sex with him benefit her? Could she get a promotion? Why does he want to fuck her? Etc. You get the idea, build up around her life experiences as they are happening and pleasure her because of how she plays at being sluttier. The more guys she does this with, the more fantasy sex, the more you pleasure her, the more she thinks about sex with different men, the more she opens up to acting sluttier.

6. Choose Your Champion - Odds are there will be one guy that will drive her more than the rest. Maybe he is the hottest, or richest, or most muscular, or simply knows how to turn her on. You need to pick up on this and choose your champion. Now that you know who this guy is, ask her to build another form of communication with him. Exchanging numbers, snapchat, facebook, IG, etc, have her build a form of communication with him. Now you will get her to chat with him as friends if necessary. Say they had a work relationship, ask her to build a relationship outside of work as friends. It does not have to be sexual, just something where she is comfortable with communicating with him. A social media platform works well so that he can check out her pictures and you can pleasure her telling her how he must check her out every day. Once this line of communication is established, have her talk to him about something friendly (non-sexual) as you pleasure her. If they are flirting already, then it will be perfect. If they are not, then having her in a slutty mood while they chat might help drive this forward. Overall, convince her to not shy away from flirting or being hit on by him. If she is reluctant, tell her to have fun teasing him and drive him wild without actually committing herself to confessing herself. For example, if he starts hitting on her, tell her to ask him why he likes her, why he thinks she is hot, what does he like her wearing, etc. Tell her she can let him talk to her about everything he thinks about her, without having to tell him anything about herself (unless she wants to, let her flow naturally). She can always avoid questions by telling him she may tell him some other time or she will think about the answer. Of course, you will pleasure her for being so slutty and talk to her about why he wants to fuck her so bad. Upon seeing him again, she should be her normal flirty self and pretend nothing happened, and she can be her flirty self online again next time they chat. By not avoiding him, he will get the hint that she enjoys being hit on like that and will give him an opening to propose to do more.

7. Make Her Sexy For Him - Now that she has fantasized about him and has chatted with him and flirted with him, get her to dress up in some really sexy lingerie and a slutty outfit. Tell her to pretend she is about to go on a fuck date with him and you want her to be a slut for him. While she gets ready, have her chat with him. Tell her to let him be as flirty as he wants and for her to be a good tease for him. Have her send you some really slutty pictures pretending you are him while she texts with you, pretending you are him. She should be really slutty for you, while he chats her up at the same time. (The idea here is to get her to blur the lines between you and him to the point she feels more comfortable being slutty for him too). You will than take her out to a brief date pretending you are him, than take her to a hotel pretending you are him.

8. Have Her Show Him How Slutty She Looks - Following the lines of the previous point, have her dress sexy for a date with him (you) and chat with him while getting ready. This time, encourage her to be flirtier with him and send him a pic (non-nude) to tease him. She can be fully dressed, but tell her to make the pic sexy so that he wants to fuck her even more. The excuse will be that she is going out with you but she wants to know if she looks good and wants his opinion. Of course he will say she is really hot. She will thank him and tell him she is really looking forward to the sex with you tonight. Once this is done, he will likely ask her to see more. She does not need to comply at this point, but can send pics as she pleases. However, she should also “accidently” send him a slutty pic that was meant for you (no face necessary if it is a friction point). Ask her to drive him wild. Since it was accidental, she will ask him to not share it and apologize. She will also mention how turned on she is for sex tonight that she lost her sense of who she was messaging. If he asks about her sexual experiences, have her describe how much she enjoys being a slut for you.

9. Have Her Confess to Him - Assuming she is comfortable making it to this level and having fun with it, the final step will be her confessing. She should find a way to confess to him that she has a crush on him and has gone as far as fantasizing about having sex with him. It is important to note that asking her to confess may be a barrier for both of you, and you do not need to push too hard. Ask her to do it naturally, and if she can’t, continue doing what you are doing but add a level of questioning and roleplay where you add, “What if he knew?”, and “How much you would like him to know”. There are a few ways of getting her to approach the confession, depending on her commitment level. The easiest path is usually when he is texting her about what he wants to do to her, while you eat her out or when she is in the mood in general terms. She can begin by offering hints about how she enjoys how he talks to her and asking him to tell her more and becoming more detailed. He will naturally wonder if she ever thinks about him and ask her. She should simply flow with the conversation and let him know. After she confesses how she thinks about him fucking her, he will make his move of wanting to make it happen. By this point, she should be well aware that you want this to happen, and that you enjoy that she wants him to fuck her.

Moving forward should be natural, but it may not be quick. There is a good chance that she agrees to have sex with him at this point, and you are set to go from there. If she is reluctant, just continue doing what you have been doing and do not worry. He will likely step up his game trying to approach her more and hit on her more, which can push her over the edge. In case things are not quite flowing that way yet, (normally because of a mental barrier), there is a part 2 to this post coming soon.

I appreciate your likes and reblogs, and as always thank you for reblogging my posts and spreading the word on this lifestyle. Let me know in the comments what you think, what works best for you, and more topics you want to see.

116 Questions

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