Me and my wife started swinging few years back. It didnt happen over night, but we somehow got to this point.

Little back story - we are together since high school, married young, and now we are in our early 40s. She was petite, and I am very tall, but over the years she gained weight, and lost a lots of her charm, but I love her, and still find her very beautiful, even though she objectively isnt.

We learned sex together, trying out all sorts of things, which made us trust each other in the explorations of finding new sexual adventures, so the idea of swinging came up, gradually. She found out, through gossip, that one of her co workers (male), did swing with his wife, and that got us to talk about it, laughing at first, but then, through time, came close to that idea.

So we found this small "club", and went to one of the parties, wanting to just observe for starters. And we did, and it was scary, a bit over the top for the both of us, and we spent the night at the bar, where we met this other couple, in the same predicament. Talked all night, got a little drunk, and agreed to meet up, separately, just for the company, since the swinging thing seemed not to be for us.

We didnt call them, I guess they hesitated too, but after some time, she called my wife, and we decided to meet up. Had dinner, at a restaurant, the subject came up, and we kind a all agreed that this thing might be interesting, if neither of us pushes it too far.

It was a journey. We started with being comfortable naked around each other. After some time, we were having sex, each with our own wife, while we were in the same bed. After that, it was just a question when will it happen.

The suspense, the excitement!!!! I was pretty reserved that this thing might work, but the fact that his wife is hotter than mine, this slim, fit body, made me want her so bad. And the sex we had (me and my wife), after those nights with them, was amazing.

I guess we were all a bit scared of each others reactions, and feelings, even our own, that this took a lots of time.

First inter couple contact was in a form of a mutual masturbation. Dear god, it felt surreal. After that,came oral. We would lick each others wifes, and then go back and fuck our own. Then we evolved with getting a bj to completion from each others wifes. And finally, the sex, a true wife swapping, on their king size bed, next to each other.

We started from seeing each other once a month, to twice a month, to every weekend. We became friends, and developed a kind of trust, I honestly thought isnt possible, and I even think that all this made our marriage better - I dont feel bad, neither does she, and our sex life is insane.

Last weekend, we even did anal. It was.... perfect.

The only thing is, that I am now afraid, that sooner or later, this has to end, and that we will never find someone so compatible with us. What will happen after that?

I have a dark secret that I keep from my wife. I love my wife and I don’t sleep around with other women… kind of. It all started when I met this girl in online classes back in high school. See, where I come from is such a small town that the high school couldn’t justify hiring a teacher for chemistry so the few students that wanted to do it had to do online classes. This is common for a lot of towns around my province. So I met her online and she seemed interested in me.

 Basically back then no girl was interested at all in me and coming from such a small town there was not a good ratio of girls around my age. So she chatted and eventually me and her found out we’re both had pretty big sex drives. I never confided in someone like her , she knew all the stuff I was in to and told me she would do everything. 

Fast forward a few years later I graduated and moved out to the big city in our province to attend university and she messaged me saying she was there representing cadets. I went to the hotel she was staying at and no joke I had my cock in her mouth within the first 5 minutes of meeting in her person. She was cute, bit chubby but I mean, I knew that. She swallowed like she said she would and I hung around for a bit until she had to go. I hung out with her later that night and she held her word of doing whatever. I fucked her pussy raw and she let me finish in her ass, as anal was the one thing I really wanted and after that her ass had me hooked and she liked it too. She left and it would be every so often like once a year she would come to the city for whatever reason.

 When me and my wife started dating this woman messaged me saying she was at the hospital for a few days getting checked out because her third pregnancy was higher risk so she was getting tests. Visited her in the hospital because she was bored, she had her own private room and her husband was out working on the boats. When I visited her I used her ass then and there and being pregnant made it so much easy to convince her as she was horny as fuck. We had the privacy curtains drawn a little in case a nurse popped in but luckily no one did,

 She has changed over the years though, I think her husband is jealous type and she never writes anymore, only when she is in the city. Claims ever since having her fourth kid she can’t swallow cum anymore, causes her to almost throw up when she tries. Still has no problem messaging me though. Last time I seen her was last August; she messaged me and ask for a ride from the hospital to her cousins house because her and her daughter were at the hospital for a foot procedure. At first I was hesitant because I’m married with kids now and I swore the last time I did stuff with her would be the last,

I have her a ride and I will admit she has pretty much entered the BBW body shape now but that didn’t stop me. She invited me in, gave her daughter a tablet and headphones and a I shot a load up her ass in her cousins bathroom. I swore this told would be the last and no more but I don’t know why I can’t stay away from her. I will admit she does stuff my wife doesn’t I think just to prove she is filthy. One time she was in the city and I ended up using her ass, after I finished she sucked it, so ass to mouth, got me hard and wanted to go for round two on her ass. That is one thing about her that always impressed me, she always kept her ass nice and clean.

 Anyways, that is my deep sell secret that I keep from my wife.

When I was young I was in a pretty brutal car accident that ended up causing massive trauma to my abdomen. As a result I can't have children. Since then one of my favorite things to do is to get raw dogged and take the shot. Guys love it and theres no attachment. More recently I enjoy one-night-standing a guy after he cums in me but not tell him and let him wonder if he has a kid out there in the world he's never met. Needless to say i was pretty popular in school ;-)

I dated sisters. Not at the same time and not together, but once upon a time, I dated sisters.

The first, Anna, was a wildcat. I met her at a bar and when we got to her place she had her clothes half off before the door was closed. She was tiny. Maybe 5’2” and a hundred pounds. Slim, boyish hips, A cups. All kinds of pale, she was also a redhead. Both of them were. Bright, carrot-top orange, redheads. Anna kept her lower pelt shaved so I never got to see her in her full glory.

There was little that she didn’t find to be a turn on. The first time I tucked a couple of fingers into her backside, I swear she purred.

She was also one of the crazy ones. Fist fight crazy. We were at that same bar a few nights later and when someone she didn’t like tried to flirt with me on the dance floor. Anna hit her. Right in the face. Had nothing to do with me, really. She just didn’t want her evening interrupted by someone hitting on her date.

We weren’t together long. It was more of a fling than anything. But during that time I met her family. Parents, who didn’t like me, a younger brother, Will, who was a very strange young man, and a younger sister, Honey. I didn’t pay much attention to the younger siblings. The brother was in junior high and the sister was a senior in high school. I was five years older than the sister and all I remember of her at that time was the red hair and that she dressed like her mom. Baggy sweatshirts, farm-girl, high-waisted mom jeans, and athletic shoes. Oh, and glasses. If she wasn’t a farm kid, I believe she would have been a complete geek.

I knew a family that had a son that took Honey to the senior prom that year. She asked him, he was already out of school, and he went, figuring he’d get to party with the kids and have a great time. When they got to the post-prom and he found that his date wasn’t going to drink with him, she didn’t drink, and had no interest in ‘getting down’, I remember him using that phrase, he took her home and spent the night with someone else.

I moved away and then back again a couple of years later and started working at a local manufacturing plant. Honey was home from college that summer and a kid I worked with was seeing her casually. Same story. No dice at all. No kissing, no skinny-dipping with the rest of us, nothing. A very ‘good girl’. They didn’t go out long. Nothing like her sister, who was dating a woman at that time, much to the shock of that part of Kansas in the 80s.

I saw her around town and said, “Hi,” when I did. We were friendly in that ‘I don’t know you very well but I can’t get away without saying hello’ sort of way.

One evening I was at the Pizza Hut and Honey came in with a guy I’d seen but didn’t know well other than his name. He wasn’t originally from Smith County but he was well settled there at the time. What little I knew of him, I didn’t like.

I was still there the next summer when she came home from college again and one evening I was gassing up at the Pump N Pantry when she came storming out of the store and hopped into my car. She was obviously angry.

“Honey? You okay?”
“Can you take me home, Val?”
‘Sure.”

She’d been keeping an eye on the store and she saw him before he saw her. She dropped to the seat. He walked over to his car, which they had arrived in and looked in. Then he scanned the parking lot. Then he shouted at me, “Hey, Val!” it’s small town so it was no surprise he knew my name. “you seen Honey?”

“She came out took off running toward downtown!”

His trailer was on the way to downtown. Anna’s house was on the way to downtown. And she knew a lot of people, having gone to school there, some of whom were between the Pump N Pantry, and downtown. She could, quite literally, be almost anywhere.

“Shit! Thanks!” He spun the tires leaving the parking lot.

I finished pumping the gas, paid, you had to go in to pay back then. It was before debit cards. She was still laying in the seat when I came back out.

“You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah. You know Donell, right?”
“Yeah, oh yeah, I know Donell.” Like a few of the other young men around town, I’d could say I ‘knew’ Donell. Weird nipples, a gaping pussy built for two, and a voracious appetite for sex. Every town has one or two of ‘em. Ours was Donell. The only person I knew for sure hadn’t been with her was Honey.

“She’s in there. Walked right up to Rick, rubbed his . . . his crotch, and said, Should I wait up for you? Gave him a kiss! Right in front of me!”

“Not to be rude or anything but were you going to spend the night with him?” Honey was a good girl. I’d never heard so much as a peep about her, other than that she didn’t put out and did so much as fool around. So imagine my surprise.

“Yes. Yes. I was. I was supposed to spend the night with him tonight.”

I laughed and she looked at me with a hurt look in her eyes.

“What/“
“Oh, I don’t know. That just isn’t what I know about you. That’s all. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“I know what people say about me. Prude and all that. I’m not like my sister. You know how she is.”
“I certainly do.”
“Yeah. I forgot. That’s how we met, isn’t it.”
“It is. So. Where am I taking you? Your folks still live on the farm?”
“They do. But I hadn’t planned on being home tonight and I don’t want to be. You have plans?
“Nah. Maybe a couple of beers, see what’s on HBO, maybe fire up the grill.”
“You don’t live here, do you?”
“No. I live in Kensington.”
“Mind if I tag along?”
“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

She still dressed like her mom, even in the Kansas summer. So about a movie into our evening, she asked if I’d mind if she took off her sweatshirt.

“You’re a big girl. That’s entirely up to you..”

She stood up and skinned off her college logoed sweatshirt and revealed a thin, white t-shirt with the same logo.

“K-State, hun?”
“Yup.”

Her sister was tiny and petite. Honey was not. At 5’8” or 9 she was a head taller than her sister. And where her sister was all A cup, Honey was easily C. And I couldn’t help but keep glancing as she was obviously bra-less.

“What?”
“No. I’m sorry. I’m a guy. It’s what we do.”
“I know. Mike loves ‘em.”
“Mike?”
“Mike. I guy I know in college.”
“Know? I thought you were seeing Rick?”
“I am. But being so far from home and not having someone to spend time with gets kinda lonely. So yeah, Mike.”
“So you have two boyfriends?”
“No. Just the one. Mike’s not a boyfriend. Rick might not be either, after tonight. Damn it. And I was going to sleep with him.”
“You were?”
“Sure. I sleep with Mike, why not with Rick?”
“Wait! What? You? You’re . . .”
She laughed again.
“Why were you so upset about Donell?”
“She’s a bitch. You know that.”
I did, in fact know that. She was not a nice person. She was just easy to get naked. I’d considered calling her that night myself. Which I mentioned.
“Yeah. Doesn’t stop me from calling her every so often.”
“Really? What the heck for?”
“Same reason the other guys do. She fucks.”
“Really? What’s that like? I mean, what’s she like? Does she do everything everyone says she does?”
“Well, no. It’s funny. She’ll let herself be sandwiched,”
“Sandwiched?”
“Yeah. One guy in the front, one in the rear.”
“OH! I would never do that. No butt stuff for this girl.”
“Everyone has limits.”
“She will, though, butt stuff. Maybe that’s why she’s so popular. But she won’t give a blowjob. Absolutely refuses. I think somebody peed in her mouth once.”
Once again she laughed. “Poor girl. Even I do that. Blowjobs. Not the pee.”
I was shocked. “You do? But you don’t do any of that.”
“Not this close to home I don’t. My folks pay for my college. If they thought I wasn’t the good girl they raised me to be, it’d hurt their feelings. I don’t want to do that. So I don’t do anything like that this close to home. Tonight would have been the first time. Rick keeps saying he loves me. Something’s always feel off so I haven’t gotten to close to hm. I finally believed him. Glad I found out before he got my pants off.”
“You? Little Miss Goody Two Shoes? You take your pants off with guys?”
“Yeah. And with one girl. Had to try it to see if I liked it.”
“Did you?”
“Meh. It was okay. Nothing I’m going to write home about. Obviously. You look shocked.”
“I kinda am.”
“So, I had plans for the evening. Now I don’t. You didn’t have plans, now you do. You gonna ask?”
“Ask what?”
“If I’ll take my pants off.”
“Would you like to take your pants off?”
“I thought you’d never ask.

My goodness. She was everything her sister wasn’t. The pants came off first and she was wearing this lovely pair of pink satin bikini panties. Then the t-shirt. Magnificent. No sag. C-cup. Lovely, lovely, pink nipples. A splash of freckles across her upper chest. Just a little bit of a pooch of her belly. Just enough to make her look real instead of perfect. Her hips weren’t wide, but they weren’t boyish like her sister’s. They were definitely a woman’s hips. And right there, after she dropped those panties, at their juncture, the loveliest patch of carrot orange hair. It wasn’t thin or narrow, this was a bush.

“Rick is a moron.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve seen you both naked now and you and Donell do not compare. You can stand there naked any time you want.”
“But if I stand here, I can’t do this.”
“Do what?”

She knelt in front of me and parted my thighs so she could lean in. She unzipped my jeans and said, “Lift up.”

I did and she tugged my jeans and shorts down to my bare feet. I was glad I had showered before I ran into town. I’d worked that day and I didn’t want her to have to deal with that.

One hand grasped my shaft and gave it a couple of strokes. She made eye contact with me, cupped my balls with the other hand, and with a smile she leaned in and flicked my glans with her tongue.

I’ve had a lot of blowjobs in my life, man and boy, and while she may not have been the absolute ultimate best, and she was up there on the list, she was the most enthusiastic. Hands down. Flicking, licking, engulfing. She had obviously had practice and she enjoyed what she was doing. As my hips began to hump and my breath got short, she leaned up and said, “Tell me,” and began to stroke harder and faster.

“Honey! I’m telling you. Gonna cum!”

I felt the back of her throat almost before I was aware she had taken me back into her mouth, she did it that quickly. That bump was all it took and suddenly I was unloading in her throat, bypassing her mouth entirely. I could feel her smiling.

“Well?”
“Fuck! Fuck! Where’d you learn to do that?”

She stood and putting one leg on either side of my thigh, she sat. I could feel her heat and her wetness against my bare skin. She took my hands and put them to her breasts. So firm. So warm. And the nipples were so hard.

“Mike.”
“Well, Mike certainly knows his blowjobs.”
“Yeeeeahh. I don’t think I’ll tell him you put it that way.”

She stood again directly in front of me. One hand began to massage her breasts. The fingers of the other disappeared into that beautiful muff.

“You too. Let me see you touch yourself.”
“But I just came.”
“And I need you to come again.”
“I’m not hard enough.”
“You will be.”

Taking me in her hand, she once again began to lick and suck until I was ready. Her mouth felt exquisite. If you’ve ever had someone take you into their mouth just after your orgasm, you know the feeling I’m talking about. It’s a pain you don’t want to stop.

“Here. Get down on the floor. On your back.”

I did and she straddled me. Parting herself with one hand and holding me with the other, she lowered herself onto me. This time it was her turn to say it.

“Fuck. Fuuuuuuck.”

Donell’s pelvic floor was a barn door. Anna was tighter. But Honey. Oh my. Honey. She could squeeze. Expand and contract at will. Which she did. I managed to hold on through her first orgasm but when I could feel her inner muscles begin to ripple again, I rolled on top and began to drive and grind, drive and grind. Her eyes were wide and her arms held me so, so tightly. She whispered, “You can’t come in me!”

“I won’t!”

With a few seconds to spare, I pulled out of her and began to stroke. She leaned up on one elbow, her other hand began to pinch and rub her clit and, while not simultaneously but close enough, we both came, I splashed her hand, and her belly and the upper edge of that glorious orange muff.

“Damn it, woman. Damn it. Thank you!”

She pulled me down next to her and kissed me.

After a shower the next morning, and a naked breakfast, I drove her into town and dropped her off near her sister’s house. Passing the trailer park, we saw Donell’s car at Rick’s.

“Well, that answers that question?”
“You gonna call him?”
“No. He can call me.”
“Whatcha gonna say?”
“Good-bye.”
“Then are you going to call me?”
“Then I’m going to call you.”
“Don’t tell your sister I said hello/“
“I won’t. I know you two had a thing. I don’t want her to know we have, too.”
“Can we have another one?”
“I’m not leaving town until August, so I hope so. I’ll call you.”

I found this website about a week ago and I have read some interesting confessions and I have decided to post my own. About 20 years ago, well 19 and change I was in my last year of high school.  My father got a job across the country working 3 months on/ 1 month off. It was me, my younger bro and my mom most of the time. Long story short after a few accidental run ins between me and my mom , we somehow got on a quid pro quo situation , i mean she at the time was only in her late 30s and I was a late teen so we both had high libidos. 

She had a few things though, she hated the taste of cum so that was a no go to cum there. Also since she almost died giving birth to my bro and the fact that she obviously didnt want me to get her prefnant, cumming in her pussy was a no go and if i ever did, then the whole deal was. She however, over the years never used a condom with my dad because he convinced her to do anal and she either liked it or just got used to it, i never bothered to ask the history of their sex life. Basically she would suck my dick and i could fuck her pussy or ass, but i could only either pulled out or cum in her ass. So yeah i took advantage of this situation and used her ass; i honestly dont recall evert pulling out once.

I will admit, i think for both of us it was weird, but after a while it was, towards rhe end I looked forwars to it, not sure if she did, i assume so. But she was always.down for something, i could get sex any day, and if she was on her period she had no problem with anal only.  When my dad was home it almost never happened; i know i managed to get it a couple times on the weekends if my dad was gone out like fishing or over a friends and my bro was gone out with his friends, but it was still rare. It all stopped after i graduated and left my small town. Well there was one point in my second year of university my lease was up and i was finding a new place and was house sitting my friend apartment while he was gone away for work. She came in and helped me look for a place while my dad was home at the time looked after my brother. I convinced her to let me the couple nights she waa in and aftet that never again.

Even though we did all that , up to now I'm married a nd have kids/ her grandkids with my wife, we act like mom and son. Its like all that happened we both kind of forgot it in a way, like pretend it never happened. 

I think I did ger a love for anal from it though so i endes finding a woman who loves it up the ass and made her my wife!

Last weekend I watched my wife have sex with another man.

To back up a bit, we are both in our early 40s, married for over 15 years. I have known her since high school, but we got together after college. She was this cute brunette, very slim and fit, never too pretty, but cute. In HS she had a bit of a reputation for being a bit more loose, but I didnt mind.

Sex was great, for years, but after two pregnancies, she got a bit chubby, her tits started sagging, and over time, I pretty much lost a lots of interest for her, sexually. I did my part, we had regular sex, but I was disapointed, especially since I did everything to keep in shape, to dress well, to look good.

She noticed the lack of enthusiasm in the bedroom, and we tried to keep things a bit more interesting, the usual stuff, porn, toys, dress up, role play, and it worked. I felt bad for being so shallow.

Now, we started talking fantasies, as a part of this vivid new sex life, and I courageously said that mine is an FFM threesome, but only as a fantasy, while she suggested she would like an MMF one, or to have sex with someone in front of me.

The idea responded well in me, it got me hot thinking of it, but only as a fantasy. She wasnt thinking the same way. Soon enough, we were logged in on a local meet up site, looking for a partner. I wanted to say something, wanted to stop it, but she was so into it, and the sex was so good, that I kept my mouth shut.

We met a guy, twice, she liked him, and last weekend, we met up.

It was awkward at first, but once they both relaxed, it was fun to watch. The mixture of excitement, sexual tension, and jelaousy, made it super hot.

First he licked her, till she came. Then, she blew him, with such power and passion, that it made me cum watching. Finally, she rode him, till her second orgasm, and mine.

It was a night to remember. The morning was different.

I felt like a piece of shit. Passion is ok, but when your head cools down, things look dirty and wrong.

I am gonna tell her that I cant do that again, nor will I be willing to go for an FFM threesome, as I discovered that the morning after, makes you wanna kill yourself.

So, that is my humble experience. To those who ponder in this direction - my advice - do not.

Two years into our marriage my wife slipped on the ice going to the car and cracked her skull. There was a difficult partial recovery but she appears to the casual observer to be completely normal. However, she now has little sexual impulse control. She was a virgin when we started dating in high school. Now if I go out of town for work, which I absolutely have to, she goes out to bars, grocery stores, wherever and finds guys. After one trip out of town I found a corner of a condom wrapper between the mattress and headboard. I was sickened that she did it in our bed. I have details about specific things I know that my beautiful and petite wife has done and I can't get the visions out of my head. She had only been with me before the injury and in a short time since I estimate she's had sex with 50 guys including threesomes and anal sex, which she refused me before. I don't know what will happen. If she is not babysat 24 hours a day she will be having sex with strangers. 

When I was young, I married for money. He was much older than me, I was in my 20s... Such a cliche. And ,as it happens, when I turned 37, he left me a younger model. One might say, I was in luck. Never worked a day in my life, got financially settled, I am still young, so, the world is mine.

Except, it isnt. I am aware of my looks, I looked good back then, I still look good, way better than women my age. But, since our marriage ended, I am lonely.

I havent had sex in 5 years, since then. I still have my needs, which I fulfill in places like this one, but my sex life is dead.

I suffer from autumn/winter blues, so last September I decided to do something about it, go back to the gym, or go to dancing lessons. A friend of mine, while smiling mysteriously, told me that she can recommend her trainer. We giggled like school girls, while she told me how good looking he is.

A young guy, in his early 20s, built like Tarzan, with long hair, and the widest shoulders I ever saw. I started acting like a teen. Joking about how my pancakes would ruin his diet, trying to look the best I could for him. He was flirty too (I still got it), joking "someone is excited to see me" once, when my nipples were piercing through my top.

Eventually, I gathered some courage to ask him to "come by after he is done, on pancakes". He said that I am his last one for the day, and that I just have to wait for him to shower.

As soon as we got inside, he grabbed my by my waist, and kissed me. He is so tall, big and strong, my knees gave up, I almost fell.

I felt his hands on my shoulders - "suck my cock".

I have thought about him many times, in my alone time, and I imagined him, so strong, taking me in his arms, and carrying me to bed, then making passionate love to me. But here I am, on my knees, with his cock in my mouth.

Not much has passed, and I felt, by his grunting, spasming and behavior, that he is about to cum, so I pulled him out, and finished him off with my hand.

He tapped me on my head, like I was a dog, and went into the bathroom.

Such an anticlimax. All the excitement has gone, evaporated into the thin air.

When he got out, he mumbled something about how he is in a rush, and got out.

On our next appointment, I came back to my normal self. I was cold, distanced and uninterested. He noticed that, and asked if everything is alright. I asked him, will he ever finish the pancakes, he missed on last time.

"Nah, I'm good."

So, that is my story of a glorious single life.

I started dating a woman I met at work. We are not colleagues, but she works for a company that we work closely with.

I have had my eye on her for quite some time. Early 40s, like me, single, like me, petite blonde, with a nice ass, and cute face. I always wondered, how come such a lovely woman is still single. I hoped it was just related to work, just another career girl, who lost a lots of time, while looking for her spot under the sun.

It started off promising, she wasnt easy, I had to work for that pussy. Our first sexual contact, besides kissing, was a hand job (I havent got just a hand job since high school), but I was patient. Patience payed off, since, after we started having sex, it was great, got to anal pretty fast, and this woman knows her moves.

Couldnt believe my luck, but soon enough, I realized why she was still single. Woman is fucking mental, tried making my life a living hell, by being overly needy, demanding and bitchy. So I ended it. Now she is having fits, banging at my door at 3 a.m., making scenes in front of my building etc.

Some things are just too good to be true.

I have a tenant and her 18 year old son that live in the apt. 2 doors down. during the covid crisis he turned 18 and was doing school at home, he had problems with his school work. i heard his mom yelling at him one night about the grades he was getting and the notice about him not being able to graduate if he didnt get passing grades. long story short his mopm asked me to keep an eye on him and let her know if i saw him leave during the day or had friends over. one day he knocked on my door and asked if i could look at the bathroom sink it was leaking, so i went over, fixed it, and said hey i need to talk to you, come over my apt. when you get a second, i could tell he was worried. he came over and sat down,i really didnt know him at all. other then seeing him around and telling myself, i have the hottest fuckiing 18 year old on the planet 2 doors down from from me. i told him his mom talked to me and wanted me to inform her if he left during the day or had friends over, right away he was making excuses why his 2 friends were in his living room playing games on the computer. i told him dont fucking worry, i wont say anything, i promise. i also asked him about his school work and maybe failing, he just looked at me and said, yea im going to fail, im to far behind. i told him ill help him, tell his mom that he would be coming to my house to do his school work, she was completely of the chart happy when he told her. so he would walk in my apt about 7 15 am, and come in my room, at first he sat on a chair, then he was laying in the bed next to me watching t.v. while i did ALL his school work. all of asudden he was getting all A's. his mom flipped, he did too when she got his report card in the mail that day. he came in my room the next morning and grabbed me and was so happy that he no will graduate high school. the following week he turned 18, and i told him to invite his best friends over in the day and i would have a party for him, booze, pot and porn basicly. at about 215 everyone started to leave ,Sean was pretty hammered laying on the couch and i grabbed him and took him to my room to sleep on my bed, the couch sucks to sleep on. when he got to my room he said i need to piss walked in the bathroom peed and washed his face and came out with a towel around him, no clothes on an then jumped in my bed dropping the towel. i was already laying down and looking for the remote, he said he has it and he turned the t.v. on. what i forgot to do the night before was turn off the dvd player and switch the t.v. to cable. porn was playing, not that it was a bad thing, we all just watched porn in the living room for 6 hours, but because he was naked and i was next to him, all of a sudden he fast forwarded it then played it and turned it up. i was pretty shocked, hes a perfect 10, hottest girlfriend on earth and he's watching porn in my bed naked. i went in the living room and took a hit from the bong, he heard me hit it and asked me to bring it in the room, i did.
his entire body was under the blanket up to his neck and i could see wear both his hands were, on his cock, his 11.5 inch cock. hew asked me to light it and put it up to his mouth and he took 4 hits. he said he never felt this good b4. i should also state, i have fantastic impulse control but it was starting to fade away. i layed on my side of the bed an he said, its freezing in here get under the blankets. i did right after i took 5 nitro pills to get my heart started again, lol, jk. i got under them and he turned my way and said, thank you so much for today, the party and helping him so much, i forgot to say i taught him how to surf the summer before, he would borrow 1 of my boards, but i bought him one an told him close your eyes, i went into the closet and layed it on his body, he opened his eyes, and i could tell he was in shock, he got up out of bed, his dick as hard as it can be, throbbing up and down, he grabbed the board and couldnt believe it. he put the board up on the wall to see it, then grabbed me so fucking hard he cracked my back,., that felt good, but even better was his cock pressed against my ass when he grabbed me, anyway he threw me on the bed, im 6'1 he's 6'3 all muscle and he got on top of me sat on my chest and grabbed my hands and pinned me down and looked at me and just shook his head. he rolled off me layed on the bed got under the blankets so did i, he grabbed pulled me next to him, real tight. like i was pressed against his body and his arm around my neck pulling me closer, thats when i asked him to hand me the bottle of nitro bcuz i was having or near having a heart attack,,,, lol jk. he was jacking his dick with one hand i could feel the movement and then out of the blue he said, " HOW ABOUT A LITTLE HELP" after the paramedics defib'ed me hahaha. he grabbed my hand that was on his chest and pulled it onto his dick, he said promise you will never tell my mom about this, you know the answer to that one right? i started jacking him one handed and i said im going to move that way, he spread his legs open and when i got over them he put my pillow between his legs and pulled me down, i was just going to lay on that side of the bed to jack him with both hands but he had other plans.he grabbed my head with both hands and i had his diclk in my hand he said put it in your mouth and im going to ppush your head up and down so you dont bite it, it was that big....after blowing him that long, i couold barely open my mouth , i said can we lay side to side and ill suck it like that, we moved and he started pumping my mouth harder deeper and faster, he said why the fucking have i never tried it this was.he would pump then stop and his cock was throbbing so hard in my mouth, he said dont move at all or ill cum. he fucked the living holy hell out of my mouth for 4 hours, then he said oh fuck im cuming and grabbed my head and pushed it deep onto his dick and started to cum, he came so hard it came out my nose, i honestly thought i was going to drown, but thoughts of what my death certificate would say as the manner or death , i pushed back a bit with his cock still throbbing and cuming. it was so intense that he held my head in the same position, and pulled the blanket over us with his dick fully in my mouth and he fell asleep, i tried but i wondered if that would be the last time that dick would be in me, i just sorta cherrished the moment, and stayed away with his dick in my mouth, for the next 3 hours.
the funny thing is, this isnt the story i was going to tell. the story i was going to tell was, he has a only fans account and wanted me to help him fill it will slut porn we made, we ended up one night at the adult bookstore in north hollywood where my friend paul works. anyway, ill write the rest of that story tomorrow......
the picture is him in my shower

I have been with only few men in my life.

Lost my virginity to a guy in high school, and we broke up soon after.

In college, I met the love of my life. We were together for seven years, and when the time came to start our life together and get married, he got cold feet, and I left him. Reasoning - he is not mature, ambitious, serious enough, and I thought my time was passing.

Then, I had a six year gap, after which I met my husband. We started a family, but I am aware that I settled.

Now, this is not the story of me, coming back to my ex, no. It is about the gap years.

With all three, I had a lots of sex, and I am still having a lots of sex with my husband, but, in those gap years, I was having an affair with my exs friend. Yes, the friend of the love of my life.

He was married, and still is. He was successful, handsome, dressed well, had perfect manners, and I guess, subconsciously, I wanted my man to be like him. I guess he sensed something, so I spent almost the entirety of those, gap years, in a sexual affair with him, while dreaming of him leaving his wife, and becoming mine. Eventually, I figured out that there is no chance of that happening, and I moved on. But the sex...

He was so rough, even brutal, I can say that he used me, and treated me like nothing more than a sexual object. He got me into porn, which I didnt really like, except for the erotic stories. With him, I have tried I think almost anything you can do in sex, and it was amazing.

Now, my confession is this - I am not sorry that it didnt work out, I would not like to go back in such a relationship, but I miss the sex, I miss someone being dominant over me. I miss the thrill.