r/DirtyConfession

I have a huge fetish for straight guys, those who are so horny they don't care about getting blown by another dude. I know this goes beyond the straight label, and he's almost certainly bi. But the fact that the guy calls himself straight and lets another guy suck him off is insanely hot.

Especially in a friendship context, where every now and then he'd just blow off steam and I'd know exactly what to do and what he wants.

And it's kinda paradoxical because no straight guy would ever let a gay dude blow him, but whatever, it won't leave my head. I keep imagining him being all alpha, fucking chicks and letting me suck him off. Holy shit.

I still at home with my very traditional parents in a quiet neighborhood right by LAX. During the day I'm the good daughter helping my mom in the kitchen, going to school smiling when my dad lectures me about staying focused and respecting the family. But at night I become someone else entirely. Every so often the pressure builds up. I lie in my bed open Tinder, and start matching with the steady stream of older guys in town for business or layovers. They're usually in their 40s or 50s, married, kids at home, staying at one of the airport hotels 10-15 minutes away. I know I shouldn't, but something about their loneliness and the total secrecy pulls me in. I'm extremely careful. I always wait until my parents are asleep, then slip out in plain black leggings, an oversized hoodie, hair in a messy bun, no makeup. I look like any other girl heading to the 24-hour store or a friend's place. Nobody would ever recognize me. I Uber straight to the hotel, text them from the parking lot, and go up to the room. When it's over I clean up, put the hoodie back on, and sneak home before sunrise, heart pounding the whole way. The contrast is exhausting.

One minute I'm sitting at the dinner table acting innocent, the next I'm in a Marriott room with a married man twice my age who's telling me how much tighter and prettier I am than his wife while he's inside me. I like the thrill, the attention, the way they look at me like I'm their forbidden escape. But afterward, when I'm back in my bed, the guilt hits hard. I feel like a liar. Like I'm betraying my parents even myself. I keep thinking "What if they found out?" or "How long can I keep living like this before it breaks me?"

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In all fairness I always had to fight a slutty reputation.I didn't do anything crazy besides maybe suck some dick when I was young but I was blond, blue eyes, skinny and had large natural boobs from a young age (32DD at 115 lbs). Anyways this led to lots of girls spreading rumors about me even though to this day ive only slept with 3 men.

This did not get better when I started dating my husband at the end of college. I fell for him organically, had no idea of his size or reputation. The first time I sucked it i was kinda scarred of it. Soon I became his gf by then we were fucking and I discovered I infact needed a big dick. Never had an orgasim from sex till then. So I met the love of my life, was having better sex than I thought possible, I thought life was great.

We became official and I started meeting his friends and vice versa and that's when thing got weird. Turns out pretty much everyone he knows, knows about his size. He always had a reputation and his ex right before me loved to talk about it and even send pics of it to people. He was known for having a large size and a even larger sex drive.

Meaning when he introduced me to people they just assume I was a blond bimbo after a large cock half the time. I was amazed about the jokes and even some of the strait out questions the gf or his friends asked me when in private. He was also known for having fwb so they were shocked I locked him down and figured I must be wild in bed because of it.

This only got worse over time. My husband is a shower and not a grower. He tells me he a bit over 8 inches hard so im guessing he at least 5 soft; its comparable to my exs hard dicks. With a very large and circumcised head. He pretty leaves a obvious dick print in anything that not jeans or cargo shorts, his head loves to show through clothes. Plus the change of attitude I had from finally getting fucked properly after 22 years meant that his size really didn't stay secret for long in my group. Soon even my friends and family had picked up on what he was packing.

Even they started treating me a bit different. Not necessarily in a bad way but would make sly jokes on how im lucky. Assume we were wild in bed and had a great sex life and stuff like that. Even my mom and older sister had made sly references to it for a while.

For a while I hated and tried to fight it. It weird me out how many people knew about my husband dick. I hated how people assumed I was hyper sexual or slutty just because my man was packing. As time went on it stopped bothering me and I even embraced it.

As we got more secure as time went on it bother me less and less. Once we got married I even kinda liked it. I much rather people assume im slut in the sack for my husband than assume I dont give him any. He also likes me dressing like a slut. Loves me braless with my tits spilling out of my tops, topless in the hot tub, and to feel me up in public. He fucks me good enough that I really lose the ability to say no. So none of this helped me escape my slutty allegations. Although thinking of it. Even though the rumors came first I really did turn out to be a slut for him and his big dick. Infact now I love to tell people especially other woman I run into that practically brag about how they deny their husband how I serve my husband. I shocked some older woman I used to work with when I told them I still give my husband atleast 1 bj a week after they joked about how they stop giving their husband any. I even turned out a bit like his ex where I shown a few people his pics. Turns out it us fun to brag

After I moved to the UK for studies (27M) I lived in a shared apartment with 2 other students. One of them was an Indonesian friend, and we'd spend a lot of time together. I was single but she had a boyfriend back home, and he had no idea how close we were. We'd watch tv until late, sometimes on her laptop in her room, in her bed, and eventually we'd just end up sleeping in the same room.

I realised pretty quickly that she wanted me, and I had a great time teasing and tempting her. I'd wear nothing but a t-shirt and boxers on the couch or in bed, so she'd get constant glimpses of the outline of my cock or my morning wood.

She'd respond by wearing little silky shorts with no panties and lowcut or tight tops. She'd "accidentally" give me little glimpses of her shaved pussy and I'd deliberately watch risque movies with her so I could watch her pants soak through at the fleeting glimpses she'd get of my dick. That she wanted me was obvious and I wasn't against fucking her but I got off on the teasing.

One night we stayed up late watching a Spanish film that was as close to porn as you can get while still having a plot. She was in those shorts again and I could see her glancing over at my hard on, squirming. When it finished I said good night and rolled over, giving her my back. She tossed and turned in place but I waited and eventually feigned sleep with heavy breathing. She asked me if I was awake and I ignored her. After a few minutes she tugged on my arm to roll me on to my back and started to grind herself slowly against my leg. I acted like I was still sleeping. She began to slowly tease my cock with her fingertips which got harder and harder. I would grunt and move a bit, acting like I was about to wake and she'd stop for a moment then start again.

Eventually I was close to bursting, my balls swollen and my cock standing up through the buttons on my boxers. She worked her way down and finally took the tip into her mouth, sucking softly. I came immediately after so much teasing, and as I grunted and filled her mouth with cum she gave a whimper and came herself. She swallowed the evidence. I let out a contented sigh and then rolled over, and actually fell asleep.

She asked me all coy in the morning if I slept well and I was evasive and told her I'd had good dreams. I let her have her secret.

This was not the last time. From then on I'd often let her think I was asleep and listen to her getting off by herself next to me, and occasionally roll onto my back and let her blow me. It kept going for months, and I'd take great joy in teasing her with the uncertainty of whether I knew or not.

I’m an Indian and I fucked my filipino employee almost 20 years ago when I was 30 years old living in NYC.

She had just got out of a bad relationship. One night after everyone had left she asked if I could help her with a car issue. I found out it was a bad battery and after a quick trip to the auto parts she was good to go.I asked her if she wanted to get dinner after. It was late and we went to an all-night dinner. After dinner, she asked if I would follow her home to make sure she didn't have any issues with her car. I said sure. We arrived at her house and she asked me to come in so she could thank me for the help. I knew better but said yeah why not.

We walked in and she told me to have a seat in the living room, she would be right back. After about 5 min she walked out naked and asked what I wanted as payment for all my help. She looked amazing at 25, with straight black hair, black eyes, D cup breast, and an ass that could bounce a coin on. Here was this woman that I had seen for the last 2 years in the office who looked like the typical "girl next door" type. Now looking like a woman out of a Playboy magazine. Damn, she was hot. I told her, since she was offering, a blowjob would be nice. She dropped to her knees like she was made to be there. After sucking me for a few minutes I lift her up telling her I wanted her pussy next. She stops me before I can put it in her and tells me "Only if you cum in me, I have a huge kink". I say OK and we fuck for the next few hours. Changing positions, taking breaks, and just enjoying each other's bodies. We both cum several times. I stayed the night and we fucked again the next morning before we left for work. Fast forward a few weeks, and she comes to me and tells me after work on a Friday that she is pregnant and that I'm the only one who could be the father.

I had to fire her from work as we worked with chemicals that could harm the baby. All women who worked there knew this and knew they had to be let go once pregnant. She tells me she understood and asked how is she supposed to do this seeing how she is single and can't afford to live without a job.

After some long talks, several with her on her knees.

I suggest that she move into my spare bedroom and I could help take care of her and the baby. She stayed in that room for about 3 weeks, most of which she was in my bed at night when we decided to make my room permanent for her. That was 20 years ago.

We got married just before my daughter was born, yes DNA test proved it. She still gets on her knees when told and a lot more. We have 3 kids and are very happy with how that ended up.

I had a couple of gangbangs with this group. So I knew them beforehand. They had been asking for this for a while and i finally decided to give in. Longest gangbang ever till date. Spent most of the time, tied up in all the wrong ways. Learnt that tabasco burns worse than ginger. Multiple degrading activities. Was dog walked from one cock to another using a nose hook while serving as a beer bottle holder. At one point I had a hitachi vibrating and buried up my ass while the guys put their cocks in my pussy to get a "massage". Towards the end, I was tired from all the deepthroating and slowed down only to have one of the guys pump my head on a cock like a gas pedal using his leg. Butt fucked and atm'd to the point where I was licking my own shit off of cocks. Took a few days for the soreness to go

I was seeing this lady I met off of Ashley Madison. She was very submissive and likes anal. We met one morning for a hotel visit. We started out with lots of kissing and her giving me a blow job. We would always get into various positions. I turned her over and started to fuck her from behind. I would always play with her ass like this. Then something came over me. I had never done anything like this before. I pushed her down flat on her stomach. Pulled out of her pussy and slammed my dick into her ass. She screamed and came at the same time (her words). I did not last long and filled her ass full of cum. We met up a few times after that but nothing like that happened again. She eventually moved away and we lost contact with each other.

Ever since I have been on reddit, I exclusively for women who are taken.

A woman who gives in to lust over morals either for the thrill or just the plain old case of not being satisfied with her partner. Either way, it only makes it more tabboo and give me more desire to have that woman bent in front of me.

Then comes the next level, taking those risks to feel even greater high. Going to her home and doing her in her own marital bed, eating her out as she is talking to her partner on the phone, playing with her boobs as she rants about her relationship etc. It's all so forbidden but exactly what I crave for. I always fantasise and talk about this.

I love how these women are the sluttiest and are open to be so here. I love doing this and won't stop anytime soon.

It was a few years ago at a New Year’s Eve party. A bunch of us had rented out this old firehouse, complete with fireman’s pole.

It was a pretty standard NYE party. Until my wife’s friend pulled my wife’s boobs out. She was just teasing and did not mean to, but she reached up and pulled her dress down. My wife was not wearing a bra, so her boobs were on display for everyone.

Being a bit of an exhibitionist, she did not fix her dress. Instead she pulled her friend’s tits out. They laughed as we all got a good look at them topless. But eventually they covered back up.

A little while later, her friend and I were talking. We’d had a bit to drink, so there was a little flirting. She asked me if I liked seeing her boobs. “Of course.” I said. Then she said it was only fair that if I got to see her boobs, she should get to see my dick.

I looked around and no one was paying attention. So I pulled my cock out for her. She instantly reached down and stroked me and said “I’d love to watch you use that on your wife.”

I put my cock back and she and I found my wife talking to some guys. She told my wife what she had told me. My wife smiled and the three of us quietly found our way to an empty room.

My wife and I stripped each other naked. Kissed, went down on each other, then fucked. All while her friend watched and touched herself. Finally we all came about the same time. Got dressed. And one by one rejoined the party.

I’m a 31 year old trans woman and I was thinking about the past few years and I suddenly realized something. Since the first time I tried 3mmc, my sexual preferences have done basically a 180. That first time I tried it started a chain reaction that changed almost everything about who I am in bed. Basically I just realised I have brainwashed myself into a submissive anal slut.

Before I tried 3mmc:

- I was a top

- Had relatively low libido

- Was convinced receiving anal was not for me

- A bit vanilla in kinks

- Masturbates multiple times per day

Now, after trying 3mmc:

- I’m a bottom. For “gooning” I’ll even wear a chastity cage and will fuck my ass for hours with a dildo.

- Very high libido. Constantly fantasises about people around me. I feel I’d be almost always willing to be fucked.

- can enjoy anal sober, and I’m addicted to it when I’m high. About every two weeks I’ll do 24 to 36 hours of 3mmc and anal play during the weekend.

- I’m now into CNC, free use, intox play.

- I completely lost interest on my dick. Touching it feels like a waste of effort for such a mediocre feeling when I could be lubing up and riding a dildo. It’s not that I dislike my dick now, but I feel it works better as a cute decoration that swings while I’m getting railed than something to use for my enjoyment:

The worst (or best?) part is that I’ve looked at myself. I’ve seen how pathetic I look locked in the bathroom when I’m “gooning”. High out of my mind, getting a dildo in and out of my ass while wearing a chastity cage. And I’ll stay like this for hours and hours. I see my self and I look pathetic, but seeing how pathetic I look turns me on even more. Almost like I’ve also developed a shaming kink?

Anyway I have no regrets. I’m a slut and a junkie and I think I’m ok with it for now?

i went and got a full brazilian wax for the first time today and i was so nervous going into it. i filled out a sheet and she left the room so i could get positioned on the table. i folded my skirt and panties and laid down.

she came back in and started applying the wax and the warmth felt so good on my pussy and ass. when it was being applied the warmth felt so relaxing. of course it hurt coming off but honestly not as bad as i thought it would be. i do have a high pain tolerance though so that helps :) after, she rolled a cold rose quartz roller across my pussy and it felt so good after all the heat.

also i love the results and can’t stop looking at how good i look. i keep going to my room and using my mirror to look at them.

I really love to masturbate and get naked in risky and public places. The first time I ever experienced this was a couple of years ago. Me and my girlfriend were walking on a nice forest trail on a beautiful summer evening. I was really horny and asked her if she wanted to have sex right now. She said no because of her period and that she is generally not in the mood right now. But then she turned to me and said: „But you could jerk off by the trees if you need some release“. I thought about it for a moment but just went for it. I left the trail and stood next to some trees. I started to masturbate but struggled because my shirt and pants just kept being in the way. My gf saw my struggles, told me to get naked and offered to hold all my clothes so they wouldn’t get dirty on the forest ground. So I stood there, completely naked, next to a busy trail with people walking or cycling and casually masturbation while hiding behind a tree. It was such a hot and fun situation

Let me know what you think and if I should share more of my stories💕💕

My wife and I’ve been in together hr for 10 years and moved to the UK recently. Rented our first flat together. This is our first time living together in our own place because we lived with my parents back in Kerala. Living together has made our sex life 10 times better.

Yesterday, I needed something we keep on top of our fridge, and my wife was standing right next to the fridge. I put my hand on her shoulder to let her know I’d be next to her, and she gave me a look when I went to step back. “What?” I asked as I caught her look.

“I honestly thought you were about to bend me over.” She said back to me.

I laughed lightly and smiled. “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t know you were ready for it.”

The next words out of her mouth got me hard in an instant. “I don’t have to be ready for it.”

Say less. I got back behind her, and bent her right over the counter. At that early in the morning, all she was wearing was one of my t-shirts, and a thong. I slipped the thong down her her legs, and started fingering her already soaked pussy. I pushed down my shorts, and went right to town on her. At one point, I took my shirt off of her, and had it wrapped around her neck just the way she likes it.

I took full advantage of our privacy and new free use rules for the rest of the day. She even gave up on trying to wear modest clothes, when I pushed her face down ass up on the bed when she was trying to put clothes on. She later put on some garters for me. Not like we had plans to go anywhere, or have anyone come over anyway.

I fed her my cum for lunch, picked her up for a standing 69 randomly proneboned her on the couch, pulled her into my lap to ride me on the loveseat. We ended the night in the shower, when I pushed her up against the wall, and took her ass. I don’t know how long she’s wanted sex to be this spontaneous, but I hope it isn’t just a short phase.

I was a senior in high school in the late 70’s with limited sexual experience. I had just left my girlfriend’s friend home and was waiting for the bus to go home. I lived in a city where having a car was a hassle and excellent public transportation. As I am waiting for the bus his guy in a Cadillac stops and asks if I would like a ride. As I was young and naive I say yes getting in the car. He starts chatting me up as he explains that he looks for young guys like and what he would like to do is suck my cock. I explain I am into girls only and he is very cool about it.

Flash forward a few weeks later, same scene I left my girlfriend and was waiting for the bus to go home. The guy in a Cadillac stops and asks if I would like a ride. I remember him but he is not remembering me. he starts his pitch and I tell him I had been in his car before. This time I have the worst blue balls and I need to release. I tell him I am willing to let him suck my cock as long as long as that is it. He assures me he just wants to suck. I let him pull into a side street and I took off my pants. He sucked me like life depended on it. He swallowed every drop. It was absolutely amazing.

That was my very first blow job and it is a treasured memory all these years later.

My now ex-bf and his best friend had just finished a game of footy. They came home with a bag of glazed donuts, and we each grabbed one and devoured them while chilling on the couch, laughing about their game. That's when his friend got this cheeky grin and confessed that he'd always fantasised about having a girl eat a donut right off his cock. My bf and his friend just looked at each other, then both turned to me with these expectant looks. My bf smirked and asked if I wanted to give it a try.

His friend didn't waste time, he took off his pants and briefs, sitting there on the couch stroking his cock to get it hard. My bf, who'd always been a bit bossy in the bedroom, told me to strip naked and climb onto his friend's lap. He said to grind my hairy pussy against him to help.

So I did. I took off my clothes, letting my belly and tits bounce free, and straddled his friend. My hairy pussy rubbing right up against his growing dick, slicking him up with my pussy as I ground slow and teasing. His friend was groaning, hands on my ass, while my bf just watched. Once his friend was rock hard, I grabbed another glazed donut and carefully broke it open and popped it right around the base of his cock. The glaze was melting a bit from the heat, making it all sticky and perfect.

My bf finally joined in, pulling out his own cock and stepped up behind me. He started rubbing the head against my fat, dripping pussy lips, teasing my entrance while I leaned forward and started eating the donut off his friend's dick. I was licking and nibbling, tasting the sweet glaze mixed with the salty precum leaking from his tip. His friend grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand and cupped my face with the other, guiding me like he owned me. My bf whispered dirty shit in my ear and told me to stroke his friend's cock while I ate.

I wrapped my hand around his friend's sticky cock, pumping him slow as I finished every last bite of that donut. Crumbs and icing everywhere, on my lips, his balls, my chin. Once it was gone, my bf didn't let up. He commanded me to suck his friend off now, while he slid his cock into my pussy from behind. I was moaning around his friend's dick as my bf started thrusting, his balls slapping against me while I deepthroated his friend, my big body jiggling with every pound.

His friend didn't last long, he pulled out, grabbed my hair tighter, and blasted ropes of hot cum all over my face. It was dripping down my lips, mixing with the leftover glaze, and I felt like such a messy slut. My bf flipped me onto my back on the couch, spread my legs wide, and told me to hold still so he could stare at his best friend's load on my face while he absolutely pounded my pussy. He went hard, deep, rough thrusts that had my hairy lips quivering and my belly shaking. He came inside me with a grunt, filling me up while I lay there covered in cum and donut glaze.

We all collapsed laughing afterward, but damn, it was hot. My bf and I broke up later for other reasons, but I still touch myself thinking about being their donut slut.

Disclaimer(s):

• Some of the events/conversational dialogues mentioned are slightly altered to make it more spicy. But I promise it was just as hot, or even hotter in person doing it as it feels when you read it.
• All ages mentioned are during the time the events happened - 2024 (Jun to Dec).

Hey everyone, I (24M) am back with another story of how I ended up fucking my cheating ex GF's (24F) younger sister (21F). I know it sounds too good to be true, but really it was just filthy, delicious, and exactly what we both needed.

It was August 2024, and my GF at the time, Ananya, flew in from London for two weeks, all smiles and “I missed you, baby” texts. We’d been together almost three years at that time. I’m in Chennai, doing my corporate grind, and she’s supposed to be the one. We've had several rough patches through the one year of long-distance phase. I went through her phone because I was suspicious and found her flirty and explicit texts with the guy she claimed was "only a friend". She cried, denied, then finally admitted after hours of argument that it had been going on for months.

She was supposed to stay with me in Chennai while pretending that she was bunking with her younger sister - Anvita - who had just moved to Chennai a month back for her job. She ended up leaving to her sister's place and blocked me on everything. Honestly, good riddance. During the first few days before I found out, Anvita had given me these wary, side-eye looks every time I came over, like she already knew her sister was trash. Ananya used to bitch about her constantly: “Anvi’s such a brat, always judging me.” Turns out the brat was right.

I didn’t think much about why Anvi never blocked me. We weren’t close, but I used to treat her well. She had a boyfriend, Harsh, some marketing kid who had never been with a girl before. I used to see her stories — partying, clubbing, living her best 21-year-old life, while I was getting over Ananya in the worst way possible.

Then late November, a random Friday night. I’m at this rooftop pub in Nungambakkam with my boys, sober because I was driving. Anvi’s there with her office crowd — mostly older folks, loud and tipsy. She’s in a tight black and red dress that hugged every curve, hair messy from dancing, cheeks flushed. She spots me across the bar and freezes for half a second. Then she waves me over like we’re old friends.

We end up in a quiet corner and start talking. She’s properly drunk and suddenly her eyes well up. “I wanted to tell you,” she whispers, voice cracking. “About Ananya. I knew. I saw the messages once when I visited her in London and she left her phone unlocked. But I didn’t know how to say it without blowing up everything.” She wipes her eyes. “You were always so good to her. Even to me. You’d ask how my college was going, remember my food preferences when I used to visit you guys here. She’s a bitch, dude. You deserved much better.”

Her colleagues hover, but she waves them off, tells them it’s family stuff. Then she drops the bomb: she’s broken up with Harsh. “He’s too possessive and toxic. Not like you.”

I wasn’t expecting any of this. But when she asks if I can drop her home because she’s too gone to Uber, I say yes. On the drive, windows down, Chennai night air rushing in, she puts her hand on my thigh. “Can we just… drive a little? I need to sober up before I go home and pass out.” We drive around for around 30 minutes and stop for chai in between. She’s been flirty the whole ride, laughing too loud at my lame jokes. My apartment was on the way back to her place. When we were close to it, she says, “You live nearby right? Show me your place.. you were saying you set up the place nicely after the breakup. I wanna see it.”

Honestly I knew what was gonna happen. We reach my place, and as soon as we step inside and shut the door, I kiss her. She gasps, surprised, pulls a little back but then not a second later her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. Her mouth tastes like vodka and cherry lip gloss. She’s slightly smaller than Ananya, tighter everywhere, and she kisses like she’s been starving for it.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” she breathes against my lips. We don’t even make it to the bedroom. We just go at it on the couch. We start kissing and making out like it was the last night of our lives. Her dress rides up, my hands sliding up those smooth thighs. She’s soaked already. I push her panties aside and she moans loud enough for the neighbors to hear when my fingers find her. Her pussy was fucking tight, and wet. She grinds against my hand, whispering filthy things in my ear: “I bet you've always wondered what it feels like to be inside me. I need you to tell me I fuck better than her while you’re inside me.”

We move to the bed. I take my clothes off in a frenzy. She also takes off her dress and teases me by giving me a short sweet lapdance on my bare cock. She takes off her grandma panties and bra as well (she later admitted she didn't even think she would hookup with anyone). She climbs on top first, riding me slow and deep, tits bouncing, nails digging into my chest. The way she moved her hips — it was pure sin. I grabbed her ass, guiding her faster, and she came hard, clenching around me, moaning my name like a prayer. Then I flipped her, took her from behind, hard and fast. She loved it rough. Begged for more.

We tried everything that night. She wanted to do anal also. She had never done it before, and was drunk enough so she wouldn't feel it till the next day. I made sure to first make her butthole wet with my tongue deep inside it. Then after some patience and lots of lube, I was buried deep inside her ass, me on top with her legs up on my shoulders. The sounds she made — half-pain, half-bliss — were a drug for my ears. We finished two sweaty intense loud rounds that night and fell asleep cuddling each other.

When I wake up in the morning, she's sleeping and drooling on my chest. I wake her up with a kiss on her forehead and lips and run my hands all over her and slowly guide it in between her legs and inside her. She wakes up gasping and tightens her thighs around my arms. She tells me to eat her out, and I go down on her, and she locks me down there tightly (her leg days paid off I guess). After a few minutes of me eating her out, she tells me she wants to try something. She makes me lie down, lifts my leg up, and she positions herself on top of me. She starts riding me in the Amazon position. That was one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life. She kept whispering, “I’m better than her, right? Say it.” I did. Multiple times. And this time I finished inside her. She took a pill to be safe. Later we went out for a brunch and I dropped her home. Ananya ended up calling her in the middle to bitch about her mom and roommate and I think Anvi was trying hard not to tell her anything, grinning whenever I teased her with some stuff.

We fucked a lot more times over the next couple of months. Always raw, always intense. We made sure to track her periods. Even though we vibed like crazy, we both knew it couldn’t go anywhere. Family would lose their minds especially with Ananya in the equation. She got into a relationship with some other guy soon after, and we faded into just being good distant friends. She still texts if she needs some help from me. She even helped make one of my office girls who was playing around with me jealous once, which led to me sleeping with that girl… but that’s another story.

Moral of the tale? I dated the wrong sister.

Guess revenge tastes best when it’s tight, wet, and riding you reverse cowgirl at 3 a.m.

I’M SORRY ITS A LONG STORY BUT I HAD TO GIVE YOU CONTEXT OF HOW PERFECT IT WAS.

A few months into our relationship, my boyfriend Steve, (who is now my husband) and I were talking about our previous sexual experiences and partners. The subject of threesomes came up. Steve told me he had two previous threesomes. One was an FMF, which he drunkenly fell asleep halfway through and woke up all on his own. Funny story but what an idiot 😂! His second was an MFM with his mate and a girl they met in a nightclub.

I also had two MFM threesomes prior to meeting Steve, which he was excited to hear all about. My first threesome I can’t really remember… and what I do remember, it wasn’t that great: It was a very drunken night with my boyfriend and his brother who were just as drunk as I was.

My second threesome, I can remember every detail of that. I was on Contiki in England and It was absolutely fantastic, a night I’d never forget and one that started my fondness of enjoying two guys at the same time.

After sharing our stories with each other and getting so turned on by them, we started fantasising about an MFM threesome together. It was so hot using a dildo while fantasising about an extra guy joining us. We even used two or three dildos at times, fantasising it was several guys joining us, which was incredibly hot.

Fast forward 11 months and a wonderful engagement: we were out in the city celebrating Tom’s farewell. His visa was up, and he was returning to Ireland in two weeks’ time. Tom had worked with Steve for the past two years, and I had got to know him really well. I regarded him as a close friend. We hung out a lot together, we often went clubbing or to pubs together, we hung out at each other’s houses, and even had a few holiday with him and his girlfriend at the time.

Anyhow, we were out and the clubs were closing bring the night to an end. We were still having fun, so Steve and I invited everyone back to our house for more drinks and a swim since it was still so hot at 2 a.m. Everyone declined except for Tom.

As soon as we got home, we grabbed drinks and went straight out to the pool. Steve started to strip off and said to Tom, “Come on, mate, it’s your last time in Australia, you have to skinny dip at least once!” I think Tom had just the right amount of drink not to worry about his inhibitions. He immediately stripped off, and within a few seconds, Steve and Tom were naked in our pool. I got half a glimpse at Tom’s cock and a full view of his pale white arse as he jumped in.

I started to move towards our laundry to get my bikini, but I was stopped by Steve’s demanding voice: “Come on, you too. Don’t be a party pooper.”

After some pitiful pleading from Steve and me pretending I didn’t want to skinny dip, I agreed but demanded Tom turn around while I stripped off. It was quite arousing taking off my clothes, especially my bra and panties with Tom right in front of me. As I was about to get in, Steve said, “All good, mate.” Tom turned around and got an unobstructed full-frontal view of my naked body. My bare tits and shaved pussy were no mystery to Tom anymore. I playfully scolded Steve for telling Tom to look at his naked fiancée and scolded Tom for looking and staring.

I submerged myself keeping my tits underwater out of view. After a few minutes of being naked in a pool together, the awkwardness wore off but still kept my girls out of view. We were talking and mucking around like normal.

Steve’s drink was empty. He said, “My shout,” then got out of the pool and disappeared inside to get drinks. Tom and I were no strangers to being alone in a room together, but this was different. We were both completely naked, and I could feel the sexual tension in the air which I’ve never felt with him before.

Steve returned with drinks in hand and cock swinging for all to see. He didn’t care one bit and owned it which turned me on. He handed us our drinks and got back in the pool. As he settled in the pool, Steve mentioned I looked uncomfortable squatting the whole time. He suggested it was okay with him if I stood up and be comfortable. Knowing my tits would be above the water and on full display to Tom, I said, “You want your fiancée to bare her tits to our friend?”

Steve replied, “Well, you bare your tits—and a lot more—to hundreds of people on a nude beach. What’s the difference?”

Tom’s eyes popped out of his head as he looked at me. Steve then said to Tom, “Oh yeah, by the way mate, we go to ‘Samurai’ whenever we can.” Samurai is a famous nude beach known by everyone in the area.

Tom was in shock and said, “How often?” Steve replied, “Lots… we’ve been heaps of times, two weeks ago we were there.”

I was a little embarrassed at Tom knowing our secret because he has always thought of me as a shy, innocent and tame type of girl. Now he was learning more about me, more that I wanted him to know and rather quickly.

Tom said, “You go nude? Like, completely nude?”

Steve said, “Yep, all day—completely nude—nothing on at all, in front of hundreds of people that see it all.”

Tom was gobsmacked as Steve turned his attention back to me. “Babe, I don’t think Tom will care. I certainly won’t care and it’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked already! But I’m happy if you’re happy to stay like that.”

Steve was right: I was getting a little uncomfortable squatting, and Tom had already seen my tits, so it wasn’t like he was seeing something he hadn’t already seen. Still, being a close friend, I needed to muster up some courage.

I said to Tom, “If you tell anyone I did this in front of you or anything else you’ve heard in this pool tonight, I’ll make sure it the last thing you do!”

With that, I stood up, revealing my bare tits to Tom. I tried to act as casual as I could, but the excitement of casually baring myself to our friend was intense. My nipples were rock hard and my pussy was tingling. I wanted to pinch my nipples or touch my pussy so badly, but I had to act like it was no big deal.

Steve said his drink was empty and pointed at Tom and me to get the next shout. I pointed at Tom, saying he was second in and should get the second shout. He accepted and moved to the edge of the pool. Unfortunately I couldn’t see his cock as he got out. All I could see was his white arse as he climbed out and disappeared into the house.

As soon as Tom was gone, Steve grabbed me. His cock was hard, and I immediately grabbed it with excitement. Steve said, “Tonight’s the night if you want. You can go as far as you want and do what you want with Tom if you like.”

I was a little shocked but already knew Steve was thinking of making our fantasy come true. I said, “Really?”

Steve said, “Yep, anything you want babe! You can let him suck your tits, lick you out, you can suck his cock or fuck his brains out—I don’t care what you do. I just want you to have fun and have an experience you’ll never forget.”

I started stroking Steve’s cock, pulling him closer to my pussy. I was so excited and kissed him deeply, shoving my tongue down his throat. He was tweaking my nipples which I love so much when we heard the door open. Steve separated us a little, and I watched Tom repeat the same walk Steve had done—drinks in hand and cock swinging as he walked. I finally got to see his cock in full view and it made my pussy scream for attention. His cock was maybe a bit bigger than Steve’s but the most obvious difference was, it was very white. The head of his cock was a deep colour purple which made his cock look like a lighthouse.

Without thinking, I said, “Thank you, Mr Nice Cock,” as he handed me my drink. I shocked myself and immediately felt embarrassed, but I didn’t let it show. I couldn’t believe I had been that crude in front of him or better still, directing my crudeness at him. It just came out of my mouth without even thinking.

Tom was shocked and looked at Steve to see his reaction to my comment. Steve grabbed his drink and carried on with the conversation like nothing had happened.

It was only ten minutes later when Steve said his drink was empty and it was my turn for a shout. I’m sure he tipped his drink out just so I had to get out of the pool in front of Tom. As I began to climb out, Tom and Steve went quiet, and I could feel their eyes on me. By this stage I was so horny and my exhibitionist side had kicked right in. I didn’t care what Tom saw because I wanted him to see me. I climbed out of the pool on to my hands and knees first before standing up, giving them both a good look at my pussy and arse.

When I got inside, I had to rub my pussy just to stop it screaming at me to touch it. I had to force myself to stop because I knew if I kept rubbing, I was going to cum. As I was getting our drinks, I was wondering how we were going to take the next step with Tom. Was Steve going to make the move, or did I have to? Then I thought, if we were to come inside, it would probably just happen naturally. So I grabbed our drinks and returned with a plan.

I opened the door and both guys were wide-eyed, watching me carry their drinks. I felt like a model on a Paris catwalk. I held the drink out to the side, giving them a complete view of what was on offer.

I got to the pool and, with my legs slightly apart, squatted down in front of Tom to hand him his drink. He stared at my pussy, which was face-to-face with him as he bumbled through a thank you. He was in a trance, and I loved the power I was having over him.

I said to Steve, “It’s too cold for me to get back in. I’ll just wait out here.”

Steve said, “If you’re out, I’m out!”

Tom followed, and we all walked back to the house. I grabbed us towels, and we stood in a circle together drying off. I was so excited standing naked so close to Tom. His cock was getting hard, and he openly stared at my very wet shaved pussy.

We went through the laundry and into the house. Out of habit, I wrapped my towel around me. Steve said, “Oh no you don’t,” and grabbed my towel from me. He pushed me backward onto the lounge and laid me on my back and climbed on top of me. We started passionately making out. I was so horny and wanted his cock like never before. I was desperately grabbing and stroking his cock between us while trying to guide it towards my pussy. He pulled away and went down on me, bringing Tom into view. My hands went straight to my nipples, and I tweaked them as I spread my legs wide for Steve. Tom was stroking his very hard cock while watching Steve open my pussy for him to see inside me. Tom was getting a view of me that I thought he would never see and I didn’t care.

Steve asked, “Do you want to touch Tom?” I nodded and said, “Yes.”

Steve said, “Do you want Tom to touch you?” I moaned and said, “Yes.”

Tom stepped towards me, and as he did, I reached for his cock as he reached for my tits. As he touched me and I touched him for the first time, my stomach swirled with excitement. Wrapping my hand around another guys cock sent a surge of electricity through my body that hit my pussy. I started stroking Tom’s cock while Steve’s tongue worked its magic on my pussy. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly along with a massive want or need for both their cocks. Nothing in the world mattered to me at that time but their cocks.

I propped myself up on one elbow and pulled Tom by his cock closer to my mouth. I greedily wrapped my lips around his cock and began to suck him like a woman possessed. Steve replaced his tongue with his cock. As he rubbed it up and down my pussy, I pushed my pussy upwards to meet him. I desperately wanted him inside me. Steve didn’t make me wait, he was just as excited as I was. He slid his cock easily into my very wet pussy until he was as deep as he could go.

My body and mind were completely lost in the moment. I had never wanted two cocks so much in my life as I did in that very moment. I was lost to them and wanted to do anything they wanted, just to please them.

I was alternating between wanking Tom into my mouth and sucking his cock. Steve started to fuck me hard with long, deep strokes, and I could feel his orgasm nearing.

Tom said, “I think I’m going to cum.”

I slightly tightened my grip around the base of his cock and wanked him like I was pulling his cock off his body. Tom said with more urgency, “I’m going to cum… where should I cum?”

I removed my mouth from his cock and said, “Just cum!”

Before I could finish talking, Tom started ejaculating. His cum hit my tits, neck, and chin before I could get him back in my mouth. I felt so slutty as I greedily sucked and swallowed the last bits of cum from his cock and loved it.

Steve was fucking me furiously and was about to cum. All in one motion, I let go of Tom’s cock, grabbed Steve as my own orgasm hit me hard just as Steve started to cum. Because of the position I was in, Steve’s cock popped out of my pussy. His cock was still cumming, and I felt the warm jets of semen hitting my stomach. My orgasm was so hard, fast, and powerful that I felt like I was going to pass out.

As my orgasm subsided, reality and awareness returned. Embarrassment was setting in, but I didn’t want to show it. Up until two hours ago, Tom knew me as a friend on the tame and shy side of things. Now I was completely naked in front of him, covered in Steve’s and his cum.

Not knowing quite what to do after a threesome with a guy I’m engaged to and a really good friend, I told them I probably should clean up. I thanked them for a wonderful night and I went upstairs for a shower. I was still feeling horny as ever and could feel their warm cum dripping down my body as I walked upstairs.

Part 2 - coming soon. We all end upstairs in our bed

I can’t stop sharing intimate photos with people who want them. I like the compliments I get and knowing someone enjoys them. I do it every day and think about it a lot. I even plan when to take pictures to share later. I know I’m a bit addicted, but I really like it.

I told my wife that I wanted her to cuckold me about a year and a half ago and her initial reaction was she freaked out and said that she was never going to do that. I respected her feelings and left it alone for around a year and then it came up again but to my surprise she didn't freak out and actually accepted that I was into it and said maybe one day but still probably not ever. I again respected her and left it for a few more months until it came up again and this time it was different, it was like something had changed in her and she was all for it and said yeah let's do it and she immediately started posting pictures and looking for men to fuck her. I was shocked but also excited and extremely turned on and now we are actually talking to some people and working out some dates, it is all so crazy. I never imagined that it would actually happen but it is.

I was a slut in school, college, and still.. but now married

When we got together (my husband and I), I cheated several times, broke up, back together, I stayed good for a couple years. We got married.

Then I fucked my coworker in his car on lunch, creampied. Then did it again at another job a few months later. My husband don’t know about those.. but caught me cheating another time and finally gave into me.. now im a hotwife 😇 he just allows it and reclaims mee