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- Women Only -
Straight Female / 33

Agreeing To Adding A Sister Wife To Our Family

My husband got interested in the series Sister Wives and it came to a head when he told me to find him another wife. Sure, I screamed at him, but he didn't budge. He told me again to find another wife for him, or he would and I would have to put up with her. Sister wives, find him another wife that I could be sisters with.

At the time I had a toddler and a new born, I wasn't working, where was I going to find another wife for him? I unloaded on my younger sister. After I finished she noted he had said 'sister' wives. Why not her? Asking my own sister to agree to this delusion was more than I could stand.

My husband brought a young Hispanic woman to meet me. She was 22, came from a large family, was raised to have children, and grew up in a home where her father had a second family. After talking with her, I called my sister. Better my sister than a stranger living with me having his children.

He was acceptable for my sister to become his second wife and that's how we went forward. Soon my sister bore him a son, cementing herself as his other wife. I took care of the home and the children, my sister continued to work in her profession. As time passed he has grown fonder and fonder of her, and held me high for finding him another wife. I can't in good conscience recommend such an arrangement. You have to suspend your feelings to welcome another wife in your bedroom. But, the rewards are also there. Sharing a home with another woman adds a new dimension to being a wife and mother. That we are true sisters means our children share most of their DNA with each other.

In summary my husband wins and has another wife, and I have a sister wife. And my sister has a sister wife in me. But we are not going on TV.

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# 75054 - by Patrice / November 30, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 29

    Holiday Sex

    Do you have sex even if you’re staying at your parents or in-laws on the holidays?

    My husband was really horny while staying at my parents house Wednesday night. He wanted to have sex but for whatever reason I felt it would be too weird to do. So I just gave him a bj instead before we went to sleep.

    But Thursday evening after everyone left I said fuck it and let him fuck me in my bedroom there. I told him he has to be very quiet.

    Knowing that we could get caught and feeling very naughty having sex in my parents house with them home was just oddly turning me on.

    Then going back downstairs with my husbands cum leaking into my panties the rest of the night around my parents had me feeling really hot .

    How does everyone else feel about holiday sex?

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    # 75047 - by Sam / November 30, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 29

    When The Wolf Is Hungry And You're The Lamb

    OK, I didn't listen and ended up under him. I was that young innocent recent grad in my first big girl job. He was the older wolf looking for a sweet lamb. And I walked in.

    First clue. When I was introduced to him he asked me around to the side of his desk to turn around slowly so he could get a good look at me.

    Second clue. Fridays they took me out to lunch to break the ice with my new coworkers. I was sat beside him in a booth. His hand was fully on my thigh moving up towards my crotch. I tried holding his hand, first with one and the with both hands, but he managed to get his hand up to my crotch and feel around.

    Third clue. An older coworker, female, told me I would get settled after he broke me in. It was a man woman thing, not to take it personally.

    That Friday night he took me around to a couple of night spots, with his arm around my shoulder. I reacted by leaning my head on his shoulder, which I shouldn't have done. After we left one bar he kissed me in the parking lot, like a wolf kisses a lamb. No doubt after that that he was having me for dinner.

    It happened at my apartment after meeting my roommate. It was full on, full course, man on woman intercourse. By the time he had to leave I was in shock and recovery. I didn't advertise myself as such, but I was actually a virgin when it came to intercourse. I wasn't after he was one and done.

    For the next years I was his favorite at work. I was assigned a nickname by the other girls. "The boss' slut". Never said to my face, but I knew what they thought of me. I walked in straight off the street and got him in my bed on the first weekend there. Or he got me. That's how I saw it.

    I'm older, more mature, no longer innocent. When the wolf howls my ears pick up and I'm running to him. It's not a conscious thing, it's an ingrained reaction.

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    # 75045 - by I prefer DiDi / November 30, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 61

    What Happened 43 Years Ago In November Still Holds Us Together

    As a freshman I shared a suite with three other girls. We became friends and did things together. One night in November the weather was very bad and we stayed in. A chick fest began when a bottle of Vodka came out from it's hiding place. A top came off, then another. Showing off naked breasts led to flashing your woman parts as well. Fully nude by then, romping around each other, groping and kissing what had never been touched or kissed before, an all girl orgy was going on.

    A camera came out, an instamatic, and pictures were taken. Focused primarily on action, many pictures captured naked legs, naked behinds, naked sex, naked breasts. By the time the 36 pictures were taken, everyone was exposed naked, and nothing was sacred. By the time the orgy ended, cuddled tightly two by two we wrapped ourselves under sheets and blankets, to wake up still naked, to face the light of day, and our lesbian orgy.

    The film was processed some weeks later by a guy who was an amateur photographer and had a dark room. If was my job to get the film developed, and sit with him with 36 pictures of naked girls in orgy. Try as he could, he could not help but be vary curious. Holding an 8X10 of me naked, he needed an explanation.

    He took the high ground of embarrassing me, "In don't approve" he told me. He was going to burn the negatives. Reluctantly he gave me the pictures after making a promise to destroy them. My suite mate's went through the pictures, acts of lesbian behavior, naked everything, nothing for the imagination.

    I had no choice, it wasn't for me to question, he knew something that had to be kept quiet, and the price was me. To surrender my girlhood, to become his girlfriend, with all the pleasures for him. I did my duty, long after graduation four years later. We never did orgy again, but our bond to each other is deeper that one can imagine. After you have kissed a girl, kissed her most intimate parts, and held her in your arms to sleep after, you cannot break that bond. In my arms she sleeps, that girl, when we were girls, and now we are women.

    We are not lesbian women in spite of that night. We still after all these years find comfort in each other's arms. Comfort no one else can give.

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    # 75012 - by Vivian / November 28, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 20

    Escaping

    I dated a bf for many years, whom I dearly loved and thought I would get married to. He had a step uncle who was obsessed with me and would pressure him to marry me. I hated it, his uncle objectified me and my bf knew it but never stood up. The attention started to get to me, I started to think my bf really had no intentions of marrying me. He got my number, texted me and I soon started confiding in him. My bf had no idea, his aunt was never around, never really liked his family either. He was a sweet talker, I started getting nervous around him. Finally I got the courage to tell my boyfriend I wanted us to get away. I didn’t want to be close to his family or step family. He told his step uncle, I felt betrayed. Then it happened, we were celebrating his fathers birthday. They were outside grilling and I was upstairs having my pussy wrecked. Chaotic, wet, ravished, I didn’t care anymore. He grunted in my ear, your mine, your not going anywhere with this snowbunny pussy. Digging deeper and deeper, he broke his condom in me. We took a break I was nervous we would get caught. I have made love to my bf before, but his step uncle took my breath away. We went outside, to reunite with the family. His aunt was there fighting with his father. She left the party with their car, my bf asked if I could drive my step uncle home, he wanted to stay to play games with his friends. I thought it was a joke, should I be mad or wet? Both, maybe? His step uncle yanks me into the kitchen, sticks his hands down my ass, finds my pussy, fingers me. I think I wanted to get caught, maybe if someone saw I thought. If only my boyfriend wanted me this much, I opened my eyes again. Nothing, no one close by. Where where the woman at this party? He pulls up my jeans, squeezed my ass, tits, his hands where everywhere. We leave, he’s driving my car, I’m blowing him. His rythm is exhilarating, I’m thinking how long can he last now. He calls my bf, I’m nervous. He thanks him for having me drop him off then tells him he thinks I wasn’t feeling to well, I was headed back home to my parents. He hangs up, my phone rings. I answer and give the same story, I’m not coming back. We spend the next hour steaming up the car, making love in a random park till nightfall. I’m a wreck, the car is a hot mess. His wife rings infatuated he’s not home, uh oh. I drop him off, did she have any clue? He texts me she has no idea, tells me he’s going to change her mood. A recording lands in my messages, smack smack smack. He’s giving it to her, I can’t believe he’s still going. Wow, she’s not you, you are everything, I wish she had big tits like you. I hate this, I don’t answer back. I break up with my bf the next day. We fight, I want out but my bf tries to wow me for the next few weeks. Then things stop, I started focusing on school. I date around but nothing close. Now im getting thoughts, I miss him.

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    # 74983 - by Chloe / November 27, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 44

    30 Years Of Being A Woman, Still Hanging Out In The Kitchen

    Thanksgiving will be here shortly. For me Thanksgiving marks when I became a woman. While the women worked in the kitchen I was out in the garden shack getting my pussy whacked. I was fourteen, so already had tits and a bush, but I was still virgin. After my pussy whacking I became a girlfriend with all the trimmings. I got my nickname that day, Manatee.

    I was sat beside him at the big table, it was custom for the women to serve the men. As a woman I was assigned to serve him. He talked with the men about football and I had to hang with the women in the kitchen. Being a woman caught me by surprise. So much to do I never did before. And it wasn't just the good stuff.

    I never went back to being a girl. From that day to this one it's been a long hard road. On Thanksgiving men still sit together watching football and women still get together in the kitchen. When the men get hungry us women serve them. I guess that's why it's a family holiday.

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    # 74962 - by Manatee / November 26, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 28

    How Or Why I'm Frigid Even The Shrink Can't Help Me

    It's hard not having a little regret. As a young person I was more interested in the moment and was an accomplished justifier. Sex. I thought of it, but never did it. I didn't like him, he was too old, or too young, not my type, etc. I reached the age of 22 about to graduate and still a virgin. My best friend in college set up a double date, with a case of beer on the line. Come hell or high water my date had to pop my cherry. I agreed before hand, but in the moment I was paralyzed by fear.

    He knew about my resistance and the goal was to take me. Running around the kitchen table I slipped and he trapped me on the ground. And he climbed on me, tearing my shirt off before unclasping my bra. My pants weren't much better, eventually I was only in panties. He was angry by then, he had a hard on, I decided not to anger him further and surrendered to him.

    The act consummated, my panties off, his dick in me, he gave me 'fair' warning, he was cuming in me. After my initiation, my friend took me to the bathroom to shower, and then to the campus clinic for the morning after pill. Regardless of the consequences I couldn't do it. So much trouble to get there, I wasn't going to waste it. I did not become pregnant which was a big downer.

    It was four years later working, that an older man told me, knowing he was getting her pregnant made sex that much better. I argued but finally agreed, sex was better when you were playing with fire. I adopted the position, lowered my pants for him, let him try and get me pregnant. My second time was better, I conceived and became a mother.

    I'm not married, I'm his side hustle. His wife is unaware that he has a baby with me. I have to really prepare myself mentally to allow him to perform sex on me. Without it, I would be out on a limb with a baby. I've talked to a psychologist who specializes in frigid women. There really isn't an answer. Let myself doesn't help much, what gives me pleasure is knowing he has a wife to have sex with. I dream about him on top of her.

    No, I don't have sexual pain either.

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    # 74934 - by Ice Princess / November 25, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 67

    In My Day, Women Were Women, And Men Were Men

    We grew up in South Texas. It was farm and ranch country and we lived on the ranch, went to school in town. Most of the people that lived around us were Hispanic, except in that time we called them Mexican. We had a Mexican maid, Rosa, and she had a daughter my age, Heather. They lived in a small trailer behind the main house, closer to the stables. I went to the only private school in the area, a small school affiliated with the Methodist church. Heather went to the public school.

    Growing up on a ranch exposed us early to everything. Coyotes that were shot on site. Deer for venison. Dogs that 'bred' out in the open. It came and went and we hardly paid attention. My mother was a bit younger than my father, about fifteen years. A good age difference for a young girl to get her wings with. Of course my mother had babies. The more the better. At fourteen I had four siblings, one more would come a bit later.

    Heather got pregnant at fourteen by one of the wetbacks. My father stood him up and tied him to a tree and sent Esteban the foreman for his long gun. We stood in the clearing, the wetback saying his prayers and my father contemplating what he was going to do with him. Rosa said shoot him. In the end, Esteban and another ranch hand took him with them and lost him in the brush with a canteen and a kick in the ass and told him not to be seen again, or they would shoot him. Heather had a baby.

    Heather's experience was used constantly with us girls. That is the reason you don't talk to them, you don't get close to them, you don't help them. Or, we were warned, we would end up like Heather, and no decent man would ever want us. Heather went on to get pregnant again with an older boy from school and this time my father made her get married. He gave them a trailer and put the boy to work for Esteban.

    I was 18 and we celebrated my birthday. It was family, we didn't have birthdays with a lot of other people. My family, and Rosa and Esteban, and Heather, and that husband and those two kids of hers. In the Fall I was going off to Austin and the University of Texas. I had already been indoctrinated, a lawyer or a doctor, nothing less was permissible. That meant that as a freshman I hung out with older students in law school. My fate came early to me, I was passed around at a party, by the time the passing around stopped I had lost my virginity five times to five different guys. I liked sex. I really did. Maybe as an adult it wasn't the Christian way to lose your virginity, but as a college girl it introduced me to sex for pleasure. I didn't tell my parents.

    By the time I finished my degree I had had sex with a dozen guys, other than those five the first time. I was experienced and picked them for their prowess, not their degree plan. And one of the guys I picked was Alberto (big Al) from San Antonio. A Mexican. He was a law student and he wanted more than anything a white girlfriend. I guess there are a hundred ways for a man to screw you, Al did them all until I was a whimpering little nothing fixing him breakfast. I went Mexican when it came to being Al's girlfriend. I got pregnant, on purpose, to push him into getting married and told Al about my father and how he dealt with coyotes that got to his livestock, and wetbacks that got to his 'women'. Al had no choice as I saw it. Al was getting married.

    We got married in a big Mexican way, with all the fanfare. Al stood with his white girl and his Mexican pals accused him of trying to improve the race of his children. On my part, I was there to do just that, have children. The more the better, even if I had to live in San Antonio.

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    # 74928 - by Andy / November 25, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 57

    It Was Never For The Money Or The Status, It Was For The Girl I Loved

    I was sent to the warehouse to pick up a file. Behind the desk of the warehouse manager was a calendar, a naked girl on a motorcycle. And a centerfold from a Playboy. I had never seen porn. The manager told my supervisor that I stared at the wall and didn't make eye contact with him.

    I got an envelope left on my desk, in it was a folded centerfold of a naked man. With a note written on it, do you like girls? I took he picture to the department director and told him about the porn on the wall in the warehouse. He listened, returned the centerfold to me. "Well, do you like girls?"

    I said maybe. But I had never seen pictures like that before.

    Something happened after that, we never learned who sent me that centerfold. At the director's apartment he sat me down and made me look through three porn magazines. A Playboy, a Penthouse, a Hustler. "Well, do you like girls?" I said yes, but not girls like the ones in the magazines. I liked nice girls.

    I got a lecture about liking girls. I could be his girlfriend, and still like nice girls, as long as he met them and he approved. And if there was already a nice girl, I was to invite her to lunch on Saturday.

    I lived with him, my nice girlfriend lived in an apartment he owned. I had to be his girlfriend. Later, after he helped me get another job he married me.

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    # 74903 - by LeAnne / November 23, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 69

    Seniors Sex Pole

    I will be 70 years old soon and still enjoy sex regularly. I'm sure a lot of older women do also my husband is a good man and knows where to touch and kiss me to a great orgasm. I especially love when he eats me with toys in my pussy and ass. Sex for me started when I was 12 or 13 a girlfriend from school showed me how to play with myself she said we should take our clothes off and examine each other's bodies. When we were naked we would touch each other we only had nubs for tits and a few hairs on our little pussys. She started rubbing herself and showed me were to rub. We both got very wet and sticky and she started rubbing harder and moaned and I did also we both had and orgasm my first one and many for her. We did this often and would rub each other to nice orgasms. This led to inserting things in our pussys and we both lost our cherries this scared the Shit out of us because we bled. We didn't fool around for a while but didn't bled when we fingered each other or stuck things in us. When I was about 14 I discovered boys and kissing and playing with each other. I liked how a boys dick got hard when I touched it first experience was mutual masturbating and he would shoot small loads this progrest to oral I showed him where to lick and I came the first time he came in my mouth I was scared and spit it out. After that I swallowed it this went on for a while and we finally had intercourse we new about pregnancy and he stuck it in and quickly pulled out and cumed on my pussy. Got married had 2 kids and started anal as a way to not get pregnant. Now almost 70 we still fuck a few times a week. Poll for the ladies do you still fuck at any age, oral, anal swallow or spit I still have multiple orgasms from oral vaginal and anal and I love it and love to 69 especially with me on top so my husband can work a dildo in my pussy or ass

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    # 74894 - by Nan / November 23, 2024
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