SloHand

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Gender: Bi-Sexual Male
Age: 38
Relationship Status : With someone
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Best Husband Ever

The few weeks ago, I cheated on my husband. It was not planned; it just happened. I got home and immediately told my husband.

He was upset, mad and disappointed. He was also calm, understanding and he listened to me until I was finished telling him.

He then had his moment to speak. He asked me if I loved him. He asked me if I was happy in our relationship. He asked me if it was just sex - and this is when I responded. I love him. Our relationship is very good. Our sex life is mediocre at best. I told him it was just sex, but the reason it happened was because I needed to feel fulfilled sexually. His size was always an issue for me. I had a very large cocked boyfriend in college so I kind of got used to that. My husband, not so much.

This black man swooned me, made me feel wanted, made me feel like I was a goddess. When we walked out of the bar together, he walked me to my car. He then kissed me. I wasn’t ready for it but I didn’t fight it either. But as he leaned into me, I felt his bulge and I was done. Not my strongest moment and it led to a back seat romp.

Two weeks later, I climb into bed and I feel something under my pillow. It was a black, 9”, rubber dildo. It was one that had a suction cup at the bottom. I found a note: Beth - my size is an issue. I cannot help that, but this will. Enjoy! Love Danny. A few minutes later Danny appeared in the doorway and smiled.

Best husband ever.

Obsessed With Auntie

Hello, I'm obsessed with my Aunt and don't know what to do, is there anyone has same experience like what I feel?

Lapse Of Judgement

In a momentary lapse of judgement, I allowed my 23 year old son and two of his friends to have sex with me.

My husband passed away unexpectedly about four years ago. He left me and son way too early but, at the least, he left us in perfect long term financial health. We do miss him like crazy though.

One evening over the summer I was diddling myself in my hot tub when my son and his friends found me. I was extremely embarrassed. And…I had not orgasmed yet so I was left very frustrated. I stormed into the house and went into my room. What a disaster!

Shortly after that, my son came in and was apologizing for not announcing himself. I told him to not worry. He said his friends were sorry as well.

Later that night it occurred to me that they had seen me in my most vulnerable way. I did not know how to deal with that so I went downstairs and talked to them about what they saw.

It turns out they did not see anything and I had given away a secret! Fuck…humiliated for the second time in two hours.

My son’s friend Davis was the first to act…Mrs. W, we did not see anything but I sure would. My son was like dude!!!! To a response from Davis and Nick of dude, your mom is beautiful!

My c**t reacted in a naughty way and started up again. These boys were actually talking about me being beautiful. In a flirty way, I told Taylor (my son) to let them talk, so I could hear more! Things progressed way too fast from there. My son, my own flesh n blood, started to tease me and flirt with me. They wanted to know exactly what I was doing in the hot tub. I looked at Taylor and said are you ready for this? He responded with a look to his friends and a shoulder shrug of acceptance.

In a momentary lapse of judgement, I stripped off the shorts I was wearing and showed them my c**t and ass. These were the first males since my husband to see my private parts. I was horny, so I sat on the couch and started to play with my desperate c**t. Not my best moment, but I did it.

Pure silence! Not one word! Just three 23 year old boys staring at me. I looked back at each one, then closed my eyes and finished what I started hours ago in the hot tub. I came in a powerful, full body orgasm. I think I heard them same holy fuck, shit, wow, and some other mumbling.

Here is problem. When I opened my eyes, I could see them all adjusting themself in their shorts. They were all hard and all horny.

I knew I was in trouble so I walked into my room and said they could follow if they wanted to. At least I would set the control….

It took all of 1 minute for the three of them to get the hint to join me. For the next three hours I was the MILF.

These three boys now know they can have me whenever they and they take me frequently…sometimes one on one and sometimes one or two or three on me. And yes, Taylor get his moms c**t almost every night.

Husband Wants To Watch Me

My husband has had a fantasy for many years of watching me with other men. I enjoyed him telling me his fantasies while we fucked or while I masturbated and I figured it was just a fun fantasy to liven things up. He never hinted he wanted to actually see me with another man until this past week.

After dinner we came home and He confessed to me that he wanted to see me with another man. I thought it was still just a fantasy to him but he said he has thought about it a lot and would like to try it for real.

We are going to New Orleans in November for a few days and he said that would be the perfect opportunity away from home with a stranger we would never see again. I told him I wasn’t sure and am super nervous about it. He told me he could find a guy who gives an erotic massage to take it slow as I wanted and if I’m not vibing with him no pressure.

I admit it all sounds good and I have thought about it a lot. I’m turned on by it but worried it will change our relationship forever.

Do you think I should go through with my husbands request and have a guy give me an erotic massage while he watches and see where it goes? I’m also worried my husband will get jealous when he actually sees me having sex with another man. Thanks for the advice

My Husband Doesnt Know

Its been 2 days and my husband still doesn’t know I saw him. On his knees sucking our neighbors cock and I can’t stop thinking about it. It turns me on so much when I think about it, seeing him with his big white cock in my husband’s mouth.
The hottest part was when our neighbor went to prove his dominance over my husband. Not only did he literally face fuck my husband as he came. After he began wiping and slapping my husband’s face and lips with his cock. He then zipped up and I quietly slipped away, at first shocked and surprised. Later on I became truly aroused by the sight and thought of my husband sucking cock.
Im still Leary of letting him know that I know. What should I do?

Sat Nav

My husband absolutely hates sat navs, mainly because since a new relief road was built near our home, sat nav systems send all kinds of drivers down our lane.
The big truckers soon learned not to take the route, but other drivers still venture down past our home.
And since my husband's libido has plummeted, it's given me opportunities for sex.

At first it was by pure mistake that I got caught masturbating with my husband at work.
A large van driver was stood at our side window watching me play with my clit.
Embarrassed when I looked round and saw him watching me, I quickly got up and went to see what he wanted.
Directions. Only I'd noticed the tent in his shorts.
Thinking quickly and totally of the cuff, I asked him if wanted a blow job.

In our kitchen with him sat on a breakfast bar stool, I lowered his shorts and out popped his already rock hard dick.
Sucking it straight into my mouth, I was really beginning to enjoy his thick cock, when he gripped my hair and really began to thrust hard.
His cock erupted in my mouth and still holding my hair tightly, I wasn't given much choice but to swallow his cum.
A couple of minutes later he was in his big van driving away, and I couldn't slide my fingers inside myself quick enough.
I was so turned on, I made myself orgasm three times, one after another.

That night, still thrilled with the oral sex, I tried to get my husband to fuck me, but he was more interested in his whisky.
So I decided there and then I was going to try and have more stranger sex.

A few days later, I turned our settee around facing the bay window.
Looking at some porn on my lap top, I slowly pleasured myself hoping for someone to drive past. I'd removed all of my clothing after twenty minutes and had my legs spread wide, and that's when a van passed.
The man driving easily saw me masturbated and stopped.
He waited a couple of minutes never taking his eyes off me, until I made a hand gesture for him to join me.

The whole thing, from him entering our home, to feeling his hot cum spurting over my arse cheeks, took only five to ten minutes. And that was with me sucking on his small cock too.
When he drove away, I was about to go and get one of my dildos after cleaning myself, but I saw a car pull up outside.

There was an older guy looking very confused as he got out of his car, but not half as much as when he looked in our front room window. That's because I'd knelt on the sofa, presenting my backside to the window and was using a wet finger to massage my arsehole.
I saw the indecision on his face. And knew instantly he was considering if he should cheat.
Malcolm is sixty three and now frequently gets lost down our lane. That first day I learned just how amazing older men can be, and just how well endowed that silver haired guy was.

Malcolm knocked on the door, so I answered it naked.
Inviting him in, as soon as he stepped inside I cupped his cock and balls and was still holding them two hours later after having some of the best sex I'd ever experienced.

Malcolm isn't by any stretch of the imagination, a stud. In fact he's quite a plain quiet married man. However he is a wolf in sheep's clothing where sex is concerned.
From pushing me onto the sofa and burying his face into my pussy and arsehole, tonguing them until I'd climaxed at least half a dozen times, to fucking both my love holes until I could barely walk.
And that's because the unassuming man who'd literally fucked me all over our home, has a very impressed nine inch upward curving thick cock.
Its so beautiful, I've taken many pictures of it, and Malcom. Usually as he's fucking me.
He visits at least once a week and never fails to have me climbing the walls sexually. And usually after sex he likes me to gently hold his cock and balls, kissing and licking them until he's totally relaxed.

He's a fantastic lover, yet he's by no means my only one.
Every now and then I get the urge to show off my fantastic figure and masturbate in front of our lounge window.
Since the first van driver, I've had sex with over twenty different men. They've normally been in vans, but occasionally cars and one motorcycle.

The motorcyclist was the youngest guy to enjoy one of my sex days. He only stayed twenty minutes, but in that time fucked my arsehole in our kitchen, like there was no tomorrow.

It's funny, before the relief road was built I would never have thought to be so bold sexually. But now I love letting men see me naked and playing with myself.
There's probably been over a hundred men, who have witnessed the woman in her lounge masturbating down that country lane. And quite a few women too I would imagine. And that brings me to my final confession.

Only a week ago, a woman who was utterly lost walked up our path after apparently seeing me enjoying myself.
It's not like women to stop, but she did.
Michelle was my first ever experience of lesbian sex. She was on her way to visit a friend who'd moved to our valley.
Only instead of licking her friends pussy and arsehole that afternoon, she taught me how to tongue hers, as she absolutely devoured mine.

It was my first taste of pussy, and if Michelle is anything to go by, the thirty three year old won't be the last.

Taking Care Of My Son

Everytime he slides that huge cock of his deep inside my pussy or ass, it sends shivers of delight powering through my body.
And he's been receiving my special love ever since his daddy died and his girlfriend dumped him, all in the same week.

A few weeks after his father's funeral I could see the deep depression in him. I knew he was hurting real bad, and so was I. But mostly because my son hurt.
I wanted him to know he wasn't alone, so I offered him to bathe with me.

After some initial shyness from him, we entered the bath tub I'd prepared. We then took turns washing each other, and it wasn't long before I was cleaning the full length of his enormous erect penis. At the same time he was soaping up my breasts with one hand and gently massaging my pussy with the other.
There was no rush, no need to bring our beautiful loving caresses to an end, so becoming entwined in our sexual embrace, when he kissed me passionately, I kissed him back.
His urgency did however build and I knew he wanted the ultimate love, I knew he wanted to fuck me.
Moving around in the tub, I knelt in front of him presenting my pussy and ass, but at that time I could get pregnant, so I told him to enter my backside.

The soapy water helped, but his size still hurt me a little. Plus it had been nearly eighteen months since his father had fucked my ass.
Even so, once he began to slowly thrust into my asshole, my body and mind knew they wanted him inside of me.
It was surreal, yet so beautifully right, and I knew once I heard his moans of sexual joy, I was doing the right thing.

His thrusts became harder, deeper and more forceful. To a point he was ramming his full length deep inside my butt.
And for me, the strangeness of it all changed to pure unadulterated pleasure as my first orgasm ripped through me.
He thought he'd hurt me at first, until I told him to "Carry on fucking your mom".
And boy did he do that. His release, his total exultation of cumming inside his mother's ass, was so wondered that when his semen erupted deep inside my bowels, my son cried with the utter surprise of his enjoyment, and the knowledge I'd always be ready to accept his needs.

When he withdrew from my rear, my son, the boy-man I loved with all my heart told me, he'd love to enjoy our coupling again. His exact words were "Mom, you're so beautiful, can we fuck again".

It was just one more step to invite him to my bed and let him devour his mother's pussy and asshole.
I taught him how I liked cunnilingus, how to gently lick in between my large labia, continuing on up to my clit, where I had my son lick and suck on my love bud, making me orgasm over and over again. And how to tease my asshole with his tongue, fucking his mothers rear hole, using his fingers and tongue together.

We spent a good hour giving each other oral sex, sex that cemented our passions for one another. Because in our laying together exploring every detail of one anothers sex, my son stated that for some time, even before he father past away, he'd secretly longed to fuck me.

But then I already knew that, just as most mothers who intimately know their sons.
I'd been purposely wiping my pussy with my panties after masturbating, when his father was ill. We couldn't have sex, so I'd masturbate daily, then leave my panties on the top of the wash basket. I'd see they were gone and listen sometimes to my son pleasuring himself as he sniffed my panties.
It always made me feel closer to him and I knew it helped with his fathers terminal illness.

It's been two years since my husband passed away. My son now shares my bed, and I'm no longer capable of having children. That means every day or night when my son needs his moms affection, he can fuck whichever hole he wants.
And believe me, he's always horny for his mom.

Why Are Women Called Sluts If They Like Sex?

I was just wondering why a women is called a slut if she has a lot of sex with different partners and a man is called a stud if he does. I'm not dating anyone seriously and enjoy sex with multiple men regularly, I always practice safe sex and only let them cum in my mouth I enjoy all types of sex oral anal and pussy I orgasm easily and multiple times when having a good fuck I enjoy all men regardless of race or penis size I'm white and there is such a thing as to big as long as the big dicks don't pound me deep it's ok it hurts when they hit the bottom of my pussy fat dicks are no problem and they can go balls deep in my ass no matter how long they are. I usually fuck a few times a week with different men if I'm on my period I use a tampon and do anal and then remove the condum and finish him off with my mouth and swallow every drop! I guess im a sex addict

My First MMF - More Questions

Hello everyone. In trying to answer questions and comments, I decided to open another ‘story’:

The fisting idea seems plausible.:)

I am a suburban, upper middle class, white woman. My husband is white.

I do not want children, but more pertinent, I cannot have them anyway due to some medical issues about 10 years ago.

The men last week were both African American. They were not my first - I had sexual relationships with a few before my husband and I got married. This the reason for no details on color….I do not see color. These men put on condoms without me even asking, but down the road they may to take me raw.

Both men admitted to doing this at previous conferences and were happy they finally had me. As for more than them, I would like to find a couple of local guys to keep me satiated.

One comment mentioned being gang banged…yes, I would do that again. I did this in college a couple of times and once on vacation before my husband and I got married.

My husband may allow himself to be cucked, but I would have to ease into that slowly.

Anal for my husband would work. However, all of a sudden giving that up at the same time my c**t has been aggressively loosened up seems like it could open up questions. I may just have to sit him down and explain it all to him, but I am afraid. And yes, I own this fully, so this is all on me.

I think I hit all of the comments.

I Was Raised Different. I Learned About Sex At Home.

So, this is considered wrong and still is, but it is true, and I was right in the middle of it. My mother was a single mother, with one child, me. She did her best, all single mothers do their best. When I was a teenager, still figuring out my periods and masturbation, she got a boyfriend. This was an older man, with money, and he came over. She insisted on bringing him over and cooking for him. And being real nice to him, caressing him, kissing him, it was disgusting at the time.

One night, after dinner I was helping my mother clean up and she left me alone in the kitchen. She went back to her room to fix herself up, getting ready for sex. She told me everything, so I knew her routine, always wash yourself before sex, men don't like a stinky pussy. She put on perfume, combed her hair, got the bed ready, and while she had sex she liked to talk out loud, complimenting him. This was for my benefit, she said. One day a nice boy is going to be fucking you and you have to know how to behave. That was my single mother.

But that night I was alone in the kitchen, drying the pots and pans, when he came up behind me and grabbed my tits with both hands and told me I was getting good and ripe and he wanted me for desert. He didn't put me down, he carried me to my mother's room and put me on the bed on my back and told me to lay still while he took his pants off. He pulled my pants off and tore my top off, exposing my tits and pussy. He was hard, I mean when you're staring at a big man with a hard dick, his dick looks really big. He got on me and his dick went straight in. He worked me, until I had an orgasm, then he worked himself to cum inside of me. Now I had been fucked.

My mother set it up, she didn't want me losing my virginity to some pimply kid in school. The earlier I learned about a man the more likely it was I was going to look for a man and not settle for a kid. Just like drinking, she said, it's better to learn about sex at home. He was my Pappa Bear now and I learned how to stroke his dick, and give him blowjobs, before he fucked my mother. My mother wanted me to stay, so I could learn all about it. He wanted me there too, and many times he worked her hard, and got off her and got on me to finish.

I'm not saying this is right in any way. It's just that not all cultures do things the same way. My mother came from a world where fourteen is the right age, and it's always best to have a grown man teach her, friends, uncles. In my case, my mother's boyfriend. By the time you are grown up and looking for a man of your own, you almost always know more than him, and you have to teach him. My Pappa Bear knew his stuff, but that made it hard for me to be satisfied by a novice. It's a problem I've had all my life, no one, and I mean no one, fucked me as good as Pappa Bear did.