r/HotPastStories

I wrote this story but accidentally deleted it so here’s the version where I hurry through the story.

I met this girl on Reddit who claimed she had the best head game. I told her I had never cum from head before and she took it as a challenge. She invited me to her dorm room so that she could use my cock and prove to me that she could make me cum from head.

So as any rational man would do, I drove 1.5 hours away to meet her in her dorm room where she brought me to the top bunk and she got on me. She tore my pants off and began to throat my cock all the way down to the base. I was impressed, considering I have a decent sized cock, about 8 inches with some girth, but I loved every minute. Soon we had switched it up and she was riding me, begging me to cum inside her. I continued to fuck her until she came whilst riding my cock.

She insisted on deepthroating my cock since i still hadn’t cum, so I obliged, but she was a little too enthusiastic. She pushed herself past her limits to try to make me cum, but unfortunately it led to her gagging and throwing up on my shorts on the ground. I tried to console her and let her know it was alright, but she was embarrassed so I left pretty quickly. She unfortunately blocked me after, which is a shame because her pussy was great.

Weeks after our daughter Becca’s 19th birthday, she left for college. Just like that my wife and I were empty nesters. We had become parents pretty young, I'm 39 and my wife is 40, but having a young one underfoot had become an essential part of daily life. Without Becca, it was hard for us to relate. We still liked-I mean, loved- each other. We slept in the same bed, ate dinner, kissed on occasion. But the spark was out. There didn’t seem to be any interest in special outings, date nights, or sex from either of us.

A few months after her departure, Becca reached out. Evidently her school was hosting some father-daughter specific event. She wanted me specifically to come up and spend the weekend. Obviously I lept at the chance.

Becca was rooming with a girl I knew named Tessa (18) who had been her best friend since elementary school. Of course I knew her pretty well since the two met up after school all the time for the past decade+.

My beautiful Becca is a petite girl, more than a head shorter than me, but with wide hips and her mother’s impressive chest. Meanwhile Tessa was a runner and built for it: tall and lean. A subtle chest and butt, but a cute nose and blue eyes. She was a red head with glasses.

They showed me around the campus, and we went to the event. (Tessa’s dad isn’t around, so I was “Dad” for both.) I’ll skip over the details. It wasn’t that kind of event and isn’t relevant to the story.

After, we retired to their dorm. It consisted of three rooms: a living room/kitchenette, a bathroom, and a shared bedroom. It was basically as cramped as you would imagine. Just enough space for two people to occupy that wouldn’t look immediately like a prison cell. (If I exaggerate, it’s not by much.)

We took turns showering and getting ready for bed. I got ready first. If I’d been properly prepared, maybe I’d have brought my whole nighttime ensemble. As it was, after showering and toweling off, I was in my basketball shorts and a white t shirt.

Next was my daughter. She wore the same casual, minimal attire she had started wearing to bed back at home. Which was to say a pair of panties. In the case of this night, orange. Above the waist, she was bare. Some time ago she had started prancing around the house like this just before bed, so to me it wasn't all that surprising or affecting.

Lastly was Tessa. The last time I had seen her stay the night, she had been wearing a full set of PJs. A few months had changed her a lot it seemed. She had taken after my daughter now and was only wearing a pair of floral blue panties. Frankly she didn’t have as much to show off in the bosom as Becca, but she was still a well formed girl.

”Tess!” said Bec, “You can’t just have your tits out around my dad!”

”Why not? You do.”

”That's different! We’re family. With you, it’s weird.”

I chuckled. Call it self control, or age, or experience. Or emotional numbness. Whatever the reason, it didn’t affect me at all to see these two beautiful young women all but naked. Maybe I had simply known them too long (all her life, in Bec’s case) or maybe they were just too young to be of interest to me. whatever the reason, I didn’t even feel a flick of excitement in my loins.

Not yet, at least.

The couch was not big enough for me to comfortably recline on. Mercifully, Becca offered to share her bed. It was a rather tight squeeze. I laid on my back and Bec was practically on top of me. Her head on my chest, her tits to my stomach, one leg over mine. It was almost nostalgic; it had been a long time since my little girl had fallen asleep on my chest.

It didn't take long before her breathing slowed and I knew little Becca had drifted off. I wasn't so lucky. As the hours of the night rolled on, something in me stirred. I became very aware of nipples poking through the thin fabric of my worn shirt, or her crotch near my hip, of her knee on my thigh. My earlier neutrality dimmed. It had been a few months since my last sexual encounter with the wife. I consoled myself that this was the main cause of the hardness of my crotch, not Becca's body.

It was near midnight when I saw Tessa's silhouette slide out of the bedroom and into the living area. Realizing I wasn't feeling like I would drift off anytime soon, I very carefully lifted Bec off of me (somehow without waking her) and followed the other girl.

Tessa was reclining across the couch with her phone and a vape pen, still naked aside from her scant panties. Her head shot up when I came in the room, and after briefly scanning me she laughed. I realized that my hardness hadn't abated.

"Don't tell me you got that thing in bed with her?"

"I'm a guy, and still young at heart (as well as other areas). You'll find its not uncommon for us to be like this when we wake up."

"Uh-huh. Suuuuure."

I took a seat on the couch by her, her sitting up to allow for it. I wasn't surprised to find her vape pen contained a little more than nicotine. We took turns taking hits and we talked. About school, about being an adult, about my daughter.

Without meaning too, we came closer together as the conversation wore on. My arm was around her, her body was against mine. She leaned in as we spoke, seeming unashamed of our proximity. She was similarly unbothered by the erection trying desperately to escape the thin material over my shorts. In fact, the frequent contact her arm made brushing against my member seemed more than accidental.

Feeling the inevitable trajectory of our interaction, I kissed her.

She had been waiting. She kissed back, and soon my tongue was bouncing off of hers. It was strange being embraced by a woman who wasn’t my wife. It was the first time in over two decades. Even stranger that she was less than half my age, younger than my daughter.

Her technique exposed a lack of experience, but it was made up for by youthful enthusiasm.

Soon we were off of the couch and on the roughly carpeted floor. My shorts hadn’t survived the onslaught. In her ardor, Tess managed to rip open their middle (they were very old shorts) leaving my crotch exposed. I pulled my lips from hers to look her in the eyes. She was panting, ecstatic and enthralled.

”Do you want me to?” I asked her.

She nodded, biting her lip. “Believe it or not, Mr. H, I’ve wanted your cock for a very long time. This is crazy, I can’t believe this is happening.”

With one hand, I ventured under the band of her panties. I felt the wetness of her slit. I probed inside with my pointer finger. Then added a second finger. She groaned and lurched upwards, planting her lips back on mine.

I wish I could recall what happened next clearly, but what I have are mental snapshots of images and sensations devoid of context or continuity.

i recall her hands on my cock. My lips on her breasts. Her panties peeked away, revealing a smoothly shaved sex. Her taste. Her tongue. And the sweet sensation of entering her, becoming one, beautifully and reproachfully, with my daughter’s dearest friend.

Speaking of…

Some semblance of order reasserts itself onto my memory in the moments after that. We are still on the floor, rutting like animals. I am engorged within her, hot and flushed from face to crotch, staring down at my beautiful partner.she is still writhing beneath me, wrapped up in sensation and realized fantasy.

Neither of us hear the intruder at first. She has to almost shout to raise us from our preoccupation.

”I said, What the fuck,” exclaims my darling daughter, standing in the now open door way to their bedroom, still topless in peach-tone panties, “Are you two doing?”

Tess and I look up, suddenly take notice of ourselves, and desperately try to think of an answer….

To be continued.

I really try not to be nosey about my girlfriend's sexual history, I'll start with that. Not because I was scared to hear about it, but out of mutual respect. I have my own history and she has hers, but when I found out about hers and one obsession that she had I couldn't help but see it all.

This started when we were grabbing an ice cream treat on a sunny day after being outside with our friends all day. Most of the girls were sitting at a different table from the guys, but we were close enough to hear some of each others conversation. Most of the guys talk was about our plans to take a trip to a friend's cabin that month and what we planned to do. Similar to that the girls were talking to our "friend" Liz and her recent dates.

Liz was not my favorite person, I'll be honest about that. She was loud and had a tendency to drink too much and talk about things that made most people uncomfortable. While she was eating and talking I overheard her talk about her most recent hookup, but more specifically how it ended. "He pulled out while I was ass up, flipped me over and came on my face. It was so much I couldn't open my eyes."

At first I thought most of the girls would be thrown off by how crass and loud she was talking, but I was surprised to hear a general "Hot" from them. Me and my girlfriend had done this early in dating, but recently and mainly I had only been cumming inside her. Because of this I was surprised to hear that she off all the girls thought this was the hottest thing Liz has said.

After leaving our friends and heading home I couldn't get the thought of her loving the idea of Liz having her faced covered. After a few minutes of silence I folded and asked her about it. She at first was shocked I even heard, but after thinking about it understood how loud Liz was. I asked her why she thought it was so hot and why we never did it. After a minute of contemplating her response she asked if I was ready to really hear that answer.

My heart dropped at first. Not in a bad way, but also not in a good way. After thinking about it I said yes. She told me "Do you remember my ex?" which is what you never want to hear. I said yes and she then told me that he would only cum on her face or in her mouth. On top of that it was always a lot, to the point that she couldn't finish it in one go.

At first I was horrified hearing this. My girl was used like that by someone else is never easy to hear at first. Based on my silence she immediately started to backtrack and apologized. I told her I asked and wasn't hurt by it and not to apologize. Her response was "don't worry he was a bad guy and would record it which I hated."

I blew it off and started talking about what to have for dinner. After a few hours, dinner and a few glasses of wine she went to bed. I couldn't stop thinking about it and it started to eat me up, I had to know. In a moment of weakness I opened her laptop which we used to watch tv on when the tv was in use. All I looked up was "Cum" and after scrolling past our own texts I saw what I knew was there. "Look how pretty you look with my cum on you" and I saw multiple pictures and videos of my girlfriend with her ex's cum covering her face.

On top of that were videos of her begging for it while sucking him. At first I was horrified and didn't know what to think or feel. Then I knew I had to bring it up to her, so the next day I opened up about what happened and apologized. She wasn't angry, but more confused asking me why and how I felt. I didn't know how to answer at first, but told her I thought it was hot to know that she was someone else's slut before mine.

To this day we still talk about our previous relationships and even watch old videos together.

My wife and I were spring cleaning our finished basement this weekend. We have a teenager that lives down there that does a half-ass job cleaning and another bedroom we use for guests. It had her old mattress she had and she had just got a new one before we met so this went to her spare room. After we got married we moved and either I never noticed before or never saw the mattress without a cover but there were stains and I pointed them out. Not big pee stains but smaller stains. I asked jokingly did you date someone that jizzed a lot or what? She said it was her ex-husband (I also know he had a huge cock).

If she had that back then then this mattress was around 15 years old. She predicted my next question and said yes it has a few miles on it. I asked her how many guys she thinks she slept with on this mattress between her divorce and meeting me and she took a while to count and said I think eight, maybe nine. I made it number ten or eleven.

In 2005, fresh off a breakup, my wife (early 20s, mid-length dirty blonde hair, killer legs, first name is Suzanne), went to a hotel bar and met a group of guys that chatted them up and started buying their drinks. At the end of the night, she went back to a guy's room and spent an unforgettable, passion-filled six hours. (Her friend, R, hooked up with one of his friends that night too.) She describes him as tall and very good looking, dressed like a cowboy (and as thick as a Coke can). She thinks he was in his 30s, worked in the oilfield and was from SoTex. He was the biggest she's ever had and still thinks about that night to this day! She had to leave in a hurry the next morning. They talked one time after this but lost contact. If I could find him, it would be super hot to hear any hot details from his perspective! If anyone knew the name of this bar that was frequented by many of the local hunting ranch guides, that would be helpful too!

My wife was 24 at the time, visiting her cousin for her 21st birthday (still in college). They went out to some bars and at the second one they went to she was approached at the bar and hit on. She thought the guy was very attractive and she was drunk and horny. They got handsy and she said take me to the bathroom ( dive bar, single occupant bathroom). They get in there and he bends her over the sink, pulls her dress up and thong around her knees. He fucked her raw and they both came quick. She ducked his cock clean after and walked out to a line of people. Ubered back yo his place and fucked again.

I was sitting at my kitchen table thinking about how my boyfriend, Brad, was so wonderful to me these past nine years we’ve been together.

We started dating late in second year of university. Right from the start, our relationship has been awesome. When we met, Brad was a tall blonde biology student and kind of a nature hippie. He had his hair in dreadlocks, but now he kept it cut short.

He was handsome about six feet tall, and had a swimmer's body. Not cut, but nice and toned. He was blessed with a really lovely big thick cock that never failed to satisfy me.

He was an imaginative, fun, and enthusiastic lover and he had always put my pleasure before his, which I appreciated and tried to pay back.

The first two years we were together we fucked like rabbits every chance we got. I have, or had, a quite high sex drive, and a few kinks to boot, which kind of got me in trouble in the first couple years of college, just before I met Brad.

After we both graduated college, we moved in together and Brad got an awesome job he loves as a field biologist although he doesn’t make a ton of money.

I continued on to graduate school to pursue my law degree. I found law school much more difficult than college and I was stressed out all the time.

I was trying to get through a two-year law degree, with an additional two-year specialization track, that would qualify me for a top job in environmental law. It was four years of hell but I got through it.

Then I had to intern at a law firm and study for and pass the bar exam which took another year and it was just as stressful as school, but I did it.

Then I started fighting like hell to get a good job without much success, which stressed me out so much. I felt like I had wasted all this time and money on school for nothing.

All of this stress over the last few years had slowly started to ruined our sex life. We still had sex but for the past two years I found that I just couldn’t get into it at all. All that I had energy and desire for was the occasional vanilla sex once a month or so sometimes less.

I knew that it bothered Brad. He felt tricked; I was so enthusiastic about sex when we first got together, but shortly after I started grad school, my sex drive just started deflating.

I’m still so in love with him and have been hoping for a long time now that he will ask me to marry him. I can’t help but think that we would be married now if it weren’t for the poor quality of our sex life. I was even sometimes worried that he would leave me. But he has been mostly pretty good about it.

But as I sat enjoying my coffee, I was a few months into my new job and I was killing it. I loved going to work every day, my stress was way down and for the past three weeks or so I found that my sex drive was coming back at first slowly but for the past few days, big time.

Brad‘s birthday was coming up this Sunday and I was determined to start to turn around our sex life. It was Thursday morning and I was working from home as I sometimes do. Brad had asked me to take off Friday and reminded me that Monday was a holiday, but I didn’t know what he was planning.

I was distracted from my work fantasizing about how I might get our sex life to improve and I was getting a kind of horny so I gave up on work for a bit and started shopping online for lingerie at the local sex shop’s website.

I hadn’t put on lingerie for Brad without him begging me to in a long time and I thought I’d really surprise him by getting something more kinky than usual.

I found a hot looking black lace corset with open sherif cups. It came with matching lace garter straps, thigh high fishnet stockings and a sheer black g-string.

I thought maybe Sunday morning sometime I would sneak off put it on and wait lying on our bed for him to find me and tell him to ravish me. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he walks in our room and finds me.

Then I was going to wait till we were doing it missionary like usual and ask to go on top. He would think that it’s my big attempt at spicy birthday sex and secretly be disappointed.

But then I will throw my leg over him arch my back and wave my round ass and chubby pussy right in his face as I start sucking his pretty cock. We haven’t 69ed in forever and I remember he used to love it. He will never see it coming and can’t stop fantasizing about doing it.

I tried to go back to work for a while but after only ten minutes again I found myself fantasizing about Brad’s reaction when I suddenly put my ass and pussy in his face.

Then something came over me I got up from my desk and headed to our bedroom just inside the door I hurriedly stripped until I was completely naked I went and got the full length mirror from the back of the bathroom door and laid it on its side against our pillows, at the foot of our bed our closet doors we’re also mirrors so this would let me see Brad‘s point of view as I practised.

I crawled to the middle of the bed positioned myself on all fours and looked into the closet mirror there was my reflection staring back at me and a good view of my big round ass, in the mirror on the pillows behind me. I continue to study the view that Brad would have, the afternoon sun poured in through the window and glistened in the short mop of fine blonde hair between my legs not concealing much of of the plump curved mounds of flesh beneath.

Suddenly I felt silly. My face and hanging breasts had caught my gaze and I was giving myself a questioning look. What was I doing. I was just about to get up and get dressed and go back to work when I thought of Brad.

I took a deep breath I closed my eyes and imagined Brad lying back relaxed and aroused having just rolled off me and pulled out of my slick warm pussy. Watching me, eager and curious about what I might do next. An animalistic desire already starting to stir in him. A building need to plunge his cock back inside me and to continue our intercourse.

That part of him, the sexual beast inside him that every man struggles to control. That is what I desired to tease. I wanted to expose myself to it in the most alluring and intimate ways filling it with total lust and aching feverish desire for my body.

Slowly my fantasy started to feel more real. I imagined Brad’s body between my legs I could feel the heat from him on my thighs and I started to feel his eyes on me, taking in the explicit view of my ass and pussy.

I wanted to exposed myself even more. I started to slowly adjust my pose. I slid my hands forward along the bed bringing them closer together. As I bowed forward I imagined my soft hanging tits enveloping his excited cock.

I let my knees slip a little wider apart, I curved my lower back and felt my wet chubby outer lips peel apart slightly. Imaginary Brad’s view was getting more explicit all the time. Finally I rolled my hips sticking my pussy up and out as much as I could. And I froze my position imagining Brad staring and drooling over my wanton display of my sexuality.

After a few seconds of imagining his eyes on me, my own arousal was building, I could feel my clit throbbing and my inner lips blooming, slowly swelling and parting with every beat of my heart. The sensation continue to build and I open my eyes.

The view was amazing my soft curvy mound was sticking out so much as if it was bagging for penetration my outer lips were quite parted revealing glistening pink slit and my clit and Inner petals were poking out covered in heavy thick moisture. I imagined Brad’s building lust having this display a foot in front of his eyes. It’s only made my clit throb more.

I reached back between my legs with one finger gently sliding it down the line of my soft pink lips it slipped between them effortlessly and I gasped. I let my fingers slide slowly up and down a few more times swirling it around my clit in a circle with each pass. It only took a few seconds and I was so close to orgasm and I had an incredible urge to start fingering myself with wild enthusiasm and make myself cum hard.

But I decided to save my pent up sexual desire for Sunday when Brad would really be between my legs. I continue gently teasing myself for another few minutes bringing myself as close to the edge as I dared over and over. Then although it wasn’t easy I stopped, returned the room to normal and put my clothes back on.

I went downstairs, grabbed a bite to eat and jumped in the car I drove to the sex shop and picked up my order. Just after I got back to the house I heard Brad pulling up in the driveway.

I looked out the window and couldn’t believe my eyes. He was getting out of a pearl white convertible Bentley, the same car that I had on my wall as a poster in college when we first met.

I went running out of the house. I was wondering where the hell he got this amazing car. “Hey Brad,” I said, “What’s with the car?” He was beaming at me with a huge smile as he replied. It’s ours for the weekend I won it in a raffle at work. A five day rental we’re going on a road trip for the weekend. I have booked and planned everything.

“You shouldn’t have to plan your own birthday,” I said. He laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it. It was fun. I've actually been fantasizing a lot about this weekend for quite a while.”

He suddenly looked a little embarrassed and red in the face. I shot him a curious look. We went inside the house. I asked, "What exactly are you planning?”

He looked even more embarrassed and nervous. He didn't meet my eye as he replied, “Well, I was sort of hoping that this whole weekend could be... um, all about sex... you see I’ve been fantasizing about playing a exciting sexy sort of game with you for a whole weekend, where I get to dare you to do naughty kinky stuff along the way. So, what do you think? Would you agree to be a slut for me this weekend?”

I was a little surprised he used the word slut. He knows all about the problems I had back in college, but I gave him a reassuring smile and said, “Sounds fun, what kind of dares do you have in mind?”

He looked at me again but now he had a huge grin on his face. I could tell he was surprised that I didn’t shoot him down. Now, more confidently, he said, “Well, first of all I want to choose your clothes for the entire weekend and on top of that I was hoping you would do six naughty dares for me each day and If you chicken out on a dare I get to punish you.”

“Punish me?” I said with a little laugh. “ Sounds hot, what kind of punishment?”

Brad gave me a wicked grin, started blushing even more and said, “I was thinking if your a bad girl then you should be spanked Properly, I will be fully. clothed, you will be completely naked. You will lie face down across my lap. Then I will smack your ass over and over until your cheek is bright pink. Then you will stand up lie down the other way and I’ll make your other cheek just as pink.”

He was so red in the face. I could tell he was still nervous that I was going to shut this whole thing down, but his idea was actually turning me on quite a bit.

I suddenly felt daring, “Yes,” I said excitedly, “and I’m not going to chicken out easily, if I do I’ll”… I hesitated. “You know my deep throat blowjobs, I was… ah, let’s say famous for back in my first year college slut phase, well after you spank me you should put me on my back and fuck my mouth, as deep and as hard as you like…. and cum on my face.”

Brad’s jaw dropped; he couldn't believe what I just had just said. Nether could I really and now my face was redder then Brad’s. I could tell that this was much more than he was hoping for.

I hadn’t done deep throat since first year and I had never done it for Brad before. He only knew I could because I had told him a couple stories, like that I realized I could deep throat really good with my first boyfriend, and that I had let a few guys I hooked up with in first year college fuck my face rough. And when he had asked why the bullying was so bad in college I told him that I let two guys spit roast me at a party, then someone opened the bedroom door as a joke and a bunch of people watched them use me like that. I did it because it was nasty, fun and so hot, I knew it felt incredible for the guy’s and it didn’t hurt me. But then I had to deal with the horrible gossip, rumors and overheard comments spreading like wildfire around campus for years.

Once that started, I swore I would never do it again. It seemed like every guy I let do it couldn’t keep his mouth shut about it, and everyone who heard the rumors would change the way they thought about and treated me.

I knew from the first time I told Brad the stories that they made him extremely jealous, but he said he understood and never brought it up or bugged me about it.

Brad looked stunned, I think he expected push back on his little game. He couldn’t quite believe my enthusiasm and my willingness to up the ante. He grabbed me laughing and kissed me hard.

I told him loved him and that I had been scheming and fantasizing about this weekend too. Using the occasion to start are sex life burning again but all that I planed was some special sex after breakfast on your birthday.

“Your’s is way more exciting”, I said. Then I had an idea. “Come on, we can go do my thing right now”I grabbed his hand and ran him up to our bedroom, stripping as I neared the door.

I grabbed and ripped off all the blankets and flopped down on the bed in front of the sunny window a second later Brad climbed naked onto the bed I could tell he was coming to start eating my pussy.

I said “No, I need you to fuck me” I lifted my feet in the air, grabbed the backs of my knees and threw my legs wide open. Brad knelt between them, grabbed his cock by the shaft and started rubbing his fat smooth warm knob all over my all ready drenched pussy.

He groaned and said “ god your so wet and your so fucking hot”. We hadn’t had sex on a bare mattress in brood daylight in forever. It had been far too long since we saw each other like this we were both grinning ear to ear. I put my feet down and lifted my hips up and down rubbing my puffy slick mound agenst his cock frantically.

After a few seconds he pushed me back down and continued his teasing now pressing much harder, then he swiped it down my pussy and his big knob popped into my opening. I moaned and shuttered.

He started swirling it around and flicking it up and down and like mad, up and down my slit and over my clit, popping in and out of me randomly over and over. This teasing my pussy went on for minutes, I was in bliss and close to cuming I was about to beg for him to please fuck me, but then with out warning in one steady thrust he sunk his full length inside me.

I cried out cumming hard my pussy clamping around his thick cock again and again. As I orgasmed he grabbed me hard holding me by the ribs he pushed in every last millimetre of his big cock stuffing me so full and just held it there throbbing. He was panting and grinding his teeth, I think trying desperately not to cum.

After a long, long pause he let go of my ribs and slid both of his hands up to my breasts he lifted them squeezing them together and started groping them gently. His cock still throbbing almost most motionless deep inside me. He lowered his head and started nuzzling and kissing my titis gently.

He relaxed resting his body on mine licking and sucking on my nipples after a minute or so he started thrusting again at first jest a little, sliding his cock in and out only a centimetre or two. I gasped and lifted my legs panting and quivering threw another incredible strong orgasm.

Over the next 5 minutes he kept going but he started to use more of his length and began to speed up slowly. After ten minutes he straightened up and took me by hips and started using his full length in steady powerful thrusts.

A few minutes later he started pulling at my hips and quickly building speed soon he was fucking me hard and fast, smiling watching my big tits shack around like wild. I knew he was going to cum inside me soon. I sat up pushing him off a saying that I wanted on top.

He was shocked his face showing animal lust mixed with curiosity as I pushed him back to the pillow. His twitching angry cock standing straight up twitching. Before he knew what was happening I swung my leg over his head and quickly took the exact pose I had practice earlier.

My puffy messy wet pussy on explicit display hovering over his chest in the bright afternoon sunlight, just out of reach of his mouth.

His cock throbbing and twitching Between my heavy hanging tits. The heavy scent of my hot cum drenched pussy field of my nostrils and I could only imagine what the aroma was doing to the animal inside Brad.

I let my knees slip a little wider I strained to curve my back and roll my hips as much as I could. I started to playfully, teasingly wave my ass back and forth. I felt so exposed I could feel his eyes burrowing into my wet pink hole. Shaking my ass caused my hanging tits to swing, bouncing off Brad’s rock hard erect cock repeatedly.

It was my intention to tease him for much longer but the beast inside Brad had other ideas suddenly he his arms sprang out grabbing me forcefully by the hips and yanking me backward lifting me into the air.

My knees were off the mattress as he mashed my pussy into his waiting open mouth he licked and sucked and motorboated my pussy like a wild man getting my wetness all over his face as I giggled uncontrollably from the pleasure and excitement of this sudden attack.

Then suddenly he threw me off him he was obviously done with teasing, in a flash he was off the bed on his feet. Grabbing me under the arms he forcefully put me up on my knees on the edge of the mattress and bent me over, he took me roughly by the waist squeezing me so tight and plunged his cock into me balls deep ramming his knob against the back of my pussy causing me to scream out in pain and ecstasy.

He started pounding me wildly like an animal in a testosterone fuelled rage, mirror seconds later my body irrupt in orgasm my pussy clenching and releasing over and over around his hard cock.

He let out a deep growl as he continue to pound me and I felt spurt after spurt of his hot cum irruptIng inside me, filling my pussy and gushing out with every thrust.

My wanton display caused the reaction of my fantasy but more intensely than I could’ve imagined. We both flopped onto the mattress intertwined and panting and fell asleep.

After an hour to we woke had a shower together and went downstairs for a meal completely and I utterly satisfied We both couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

The next day I woke up in bed, Brad was not beside me, he had told me to be ready to leave by nine and it was a little past 8:00. I went into our on-suite bathroom and saw why he was up so early.

It looked like he’d been busy, he had laid out all my shower things for me on the vanity, he had placed a mimosa in a nice champagne glass with a slice of strawberry on the rim next to a neatly folded pile of the clothes he had picked, the pile was small.

Oh, God. What have I gotten myself into? I went to the outfit to see what he had chosen. On top of the pile was a fire engine red string bikini. The top consisted of two small baggie triangles of fabric as cups and a ribbon tie for the back of the neck, the rest was merely string.

The bottoms were the same, two triangles attached by a narrow strip for the crotch and tied at the hips with a tiny string.

The top and bottoms were made of some kind of fake silk. It was so thin and light like tissue but silkier. I could tell that if it was wet it would cling to the body like saran-wrap and when it was dry it was so lightweight, breezy and barely there. It would feel as if I was naked.

I laughed. There was no way this was a real bathing suit, he must’ve got it at a sex shop.

The next thing I recognized, it was a lightweight western style women’s shirt that I bought on vacation in Arizona. The shirt was a blue and white checkered short sleeve button-up, like the cowgirls wear in the rodeo.

It was a thin light material and I liked it because it was nice and cool, it was a little tight for me and Brad had always loved it, especially after I wore it for Halloween one year as part of a sexy cowgirl costume, I tied it up in a knot in the front halter style, with all but the two middle buttons undone and Brad couldn’t get enough of me that night.

The next item I didn’t recognize was a Tommy Hilfiger denim miniskirt, one of the kind that is pre-worn and looks old and faded with a couple of small tears and frayed edges on the seams.

I picked it up and felt it. It was a bit stretchy and quite thin, light material, not actually denim. It was plenty short, and tight. I was worried that it wouldn’t fit over my big ass but the fabric was a little stretchy so it might work.

That was it for clothes, but under the skirt there were a few more things. A pair of bright red platform high heel shoes that normally I wouldn’t be caught dead in. They were obviously for strippers but they weren’t that high and they actually looked comfortable. A bottle of matching red nail polish and a tube lipstick in the same fire engine red. There was a nice small black shiny clutch purse and finally a big pair of funky red framed sunglasses.

I laughed a little more and then jumped in the shower. I dried off, painted my toes and nails and began to get dressed. Could I really pull off these clothes?

I gazed at my naked body in the mirror. I was actually kind of proud of what I saw. I had recently lost about fifteen pounds but I was still my curvy and voluptuous self.

I used to be a skinny teenager, but in the last couple years of high school, I gained like sixty pounds mostly in my tits and ass.

I have huge U-shaped tits, 36 F. my areolas and nipples are not too big but my nipples do get very hard and stick out like gum drops as soon as I’m turned on or cold i’ve always had trouble getting them to not show through and they caused me lots of moments of embarrassment in my overly air-conditioned high school. They were very light pink which went well with my pale complexion.

Brad was crazy about my tits. He loved to watch them shaking and wobbling, they were unusually perky and high for how big and heavy they were so that made them extra wobbly.

They really are great tits and I’ve always been proud of them. I catch random men rubbernecking all the time especially when I have a tight shirt or sweater. Brad also really loved the way they look and hang down if I’m on all fours.

He once said they were epic hangers, which I didn’t love at the time, but back in my sluttier days I always did enjoy the feeling of them swinging wildly and clapping together under me as I got fucked doggy-style.

I don’t have a gut but my belly is soft and rounded. My thighs are thick and soft but I could still just see a slight gap between them as I stood there facing the mirror. I had wispy fine pubic hair that I always kept trimmed but not short short with scissors. And I always liked to wax my bikini line at the edges.

Brad loved how soft and fuzzy my blonde mop of pussy hair was and it was so light in colour and thin you could basically see right through it, so he never asked me to shave or wax. As for my ass, guys always went crazy for it ever since it bloomed in high school.

Brad says I was a Pawg with a capital P. I guess you’d call it a bubble butt but bigger and softer. It was rounded like a peach and very curvy with big bulging cheeks tightly pressed against each other. My ass was so voluptuous it was hard to get a peek at my pussy from behind unless I bent over quite a bit.

My pussy was chubby like me and my outer lips were so big and puffy there was usually no hint of my inner petals, just a puffy and very jiggly camel toe. Although they're hiding now, my inner lips and clit are a little bigger than average.

When I get turned on they’ve always grow a little and then they protrude a little out from their hiding place. Brad loved this because if my petals and clit are peeking out it’s a dead giveaway that I’m turned on and sometimes if I’m very aroused my pussy will bloom open and he can see a hint of my pink hole.

I’d always loved my pussy, how puffy it was, the way it bloomed as I got turned on. I thought it looked so sexy, plus I think having big soft lips gave me more pleasure than some women. Almost every guy who ever went down on me told me I was delicious and fun to eat out. I slipped on the bikini set on, tied the top and the tiny strings on my hips in big loopy bows, not bothering to double knot them.

I looked great in a slutty porn star kind of way. I had never worn a bathing suit that revealing, not even close, but I did look hot.

Part of having a body type like mine, one so overtly sexual Had always meant that wearing certain types of clothing in public would get me a lot of attention, I usually enjoyed this but not always.

For instance sometimes in a fairly conservative one piece bathing suit I would get angry looks from some women as if to say how dare you wear that in front of my husband.

but I couldn’t imagine hitting the beach in this, it would turn every head my way for sure and I don’t think I could do it without blushing.

You could see lot of the bottoms and sides of my big round breasts and even though they were relaxed the shape of my nipples was quite visible through the thin fabric.

The bottoms were even more outrageous; they were very small and showed lots of skin. In the front, I had to place them just right in order not to show any hair and if they were a tiny bit smaller some of my pussy would be peeking out. I pulled them up in the front just slightly and immediately the red triangle conformed to my chubby camel toe.

Next I slipped on the skirt and the blue checkered shirt. I left it unbuttoned enough that you got a good peak at the red bathing suit and lots of my cleavage but I didn’t tie it up at the bottom halter style like I had for Halloween.

I slipped on the skirt, pulling hard and wiggling to get it over my big ass. I put on the shoes and the sunglasses and turned to look in the mirror. I laughed right away. I looked super hot.

It’s not that the outfit was that revealing. The skirt was short but not ridiculous and the shirt really looked nice other than the wild amount of cleavage and the shocking bright red burst of color underneath.

That was it, all the bright red bursts of color, the skirt and shirt alone wouldn’t have been that sexy but with the red lipstick and nails, sunglasses, bikini top and shoes all together, it made the outfit look ridiculously sexual.

I got suddenly nervous and a shiver went up my spine as I realized that I was actually going to have to go outside and people would be seeing me wearing all of this.

Then I thought about Brad having me go without the shirt and skirt on a beach or at a pool or anywhere for that matter and I felt a shiver go up my spine and goosebumps irrupt all over my skin. I thought about all the men I might see turning their heads and grinning as I approach them and feeling their eyes locked on my ass after I walked past.

As I imagined it, I could see my nipples hardening and I could feel my clit start to throb at the idea. I definitely had a strong exhibitionist streak in my younger days obviously still did but I had mostly stopped acting on it around the time I met Brad.

I did up one more button of the blue checkered shirt, but then I thought what the hell. We’re leaving town and heading far from here. I won't see anyone I know and Brad will love it. I undid the button again with a wicked smile and went downstairs to greet Brad.

Half an hour later, we were in the beautiful car top down. It was a sunny hot summer day. I couldn’t believe how luxurious and awesome the Bentley was. It was so much fun riding with my blonde hair blowing in the wind. Brad was beaming and had been ever since he saw me in my sexy git up.

Grinning at me from the drivers seat he said, “The first stop will be the gas station on the edge of town and it’s time for your first dare. Are you ready?”

I said, “Yes,” with an eager smile. But I was already getting nervous because I went to that gas station a lot, it was on my way to and from work.

Brad continued, “You’re going to gas up the car.” I laughed, “That’s not so bad.” “Just wait. I’m not finished,” he replied. “Look in your purse.” I opened the small black clutch that he gave me, all that was inside was one of those C-shaped remote control vibrators. The kind that one half goes inside you and the other half is pressed against your clit. Brad had asked me a long time ago if I might like to try one but I didn’t show much enthusiasm at the time.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” I asked.

“I can control it with my cell phone,” said Brad. “I dare you to put it in before you get out of the car to pump the gas.”

“I can control it from my phone, and once you’re out of the car, I’m going to start it up. I bet you can’t fill the tank, wash the front window and get back in the car before you have an orgasm.”

“So it’s a dare and a bet then, what do I get if I can?” I asked him.

“If you make it you won’t have to do this again, but if you cum, then you’ll just have to try again the next time we need gas.”he laughed.

“I’ll do it,” I said enthusiastically and I took the vibrator out of the purse. Brad had trouble keeping his eyes on the road as I hiked up my skirt pulled my bottoms to the side, wet the vibrator with my mouth while giving Brad a wry smile and I pushed the vibrator in. It slipped inside me easily, clearly I was already getting excited about Brad‘s dare.

We were almost at the gas station. I fixed my bottoms over the vibrator and pulled my skirt back down, as we pulled in. He parked us at the furthest pump from the station. I was more nervous about someone I knew seeing me in my scandalous outfit than I was about the vibrator.

We were on the edge of our own town and I could easily run into someone I know. I went to button up my shirt all the way.

But Brad said, “No, no, no, as you are.”

So, I left it alone. Brad took out his phone and I watched as he opened the app for the vibrator. He clicked on the tab for pre-programmed routines and highlighted one called Ten Minutes of Bliss. He looked at me and said, “You got five seconds before I hit start. You better get going.”

I jumped out of the car and started pressing the buttons on the gas pump in a mad panic. I hadn’t made much progress when I felt the vibrator turn on, It caught me off guard, I squealed out loud and it almost doubled me over.

It was way stronger than I thought it would be and it felt amazing especially on my g spot it was doing a slow rising and falling pulsating pattern. As it reached its peak it got pretty loud. If anyone was really close to me they would be able to hear it, but there was no one at the closest pumps to me, so I kept going.

I had the gas flowing now, so I went and grabbed the squeegee. The vibrator was getting crazier as it changed its pattern to longer pulses and I dropped the squeegee. Just as i bent over to pick it up it The intensity got stronger with much deeper frequency vibrations than it had made before.

Up to this point. I was stunned at how good it felt vibrating both against my G spot and my clit, at the same time and now this new pulse was so deep and strong, it felt mind blowing. I started to think I was going to make it.

As I scrubbed the window, Brad was getting a great view of my swing tits and he was smiling and laughing at me. I must be so red in the face. I have finished scrubbing and was swiping the squeegee across the window when I heard the gas pump click off, two more swipes and I ran around the car and the vibrator was changing again to some crazy hi-lo thing. Trying to save time I chucked the squeegee towards its bucket and missed.

When I squatted to pick it up it felt so good I thought I would scream. I jumped up and ran to hung up the gas pump. As I slapped the gas tank door shut. I knew an orgasm was coming soon but I was going to make it. I grabbed for the passenger door and it was locked.

Before I could open my mouth Brad said “you’re not done yet” and held out his credit card. You’ve got to go pay for the gas.

“That wasn’t part of the deal” I said desperately.

“Well I’m not shutting off the vibrator till you’re back in the car and I’m not unlocking the door until the gas is paid for so you better hurry.”

I glared at him with an angry smile, grabbed the card and took off half running towards the station. The vibrator had changed to a new pattern and a higher frequency.

Getting mad at Brad and running 20 yards Had made my imminent orgasm less imminent but not by much.

I went to this gas station a lot on my way to and from work. The staff here were mostly from our local college.

There was this one young man who I had caught staring at me on at least two occasions when I was shopping in the store and bending to get something. I would’ve said something when I caught him blatantly staring but I didn’t, mostly because he was really hot. He was like 6’6”, blonde and he kind of looked like Eric Northman, a vampire character from a show that I liked.

As I opened the door I hoped he wouldn’t be there. Just as I entered the store and was heading towards the counter the vibrator changed again into a quick jumping pattern, powerful pulses extremely close together like the rhythm of a machine gun and now it was so strong. I had stopped dead in my tracks the stupid fucking vibrator felt incredible, I was soaring towards climax.

I knew I wasn’t gonna make it back to the car. I suddenly clued in that I was awkwardly frozen and staring blankly at the counter. The guy at the counter was looking at me curiously. I stood there with a totally lost look on my face frozen not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, the vibrator changed again. The pattern remained the same but the intensity doubled, I felt a rush of tingling go up my spine and knew what was about to hit me. I turned and rushed towards the bathroom.

I burst through the door just before my orgasm hit. I’ve always been blessed with big powerful orgasms and there’s no way I could have one in front of someone without them noticing.

I grabbed the countertop with both hands for support trying desperately not to scream as it hit. I bit my lip hard, bending over made the vibrator feel even better. So, I’ve bent deeper and spread my legs even wider, curving my back and sticking out my pussy and another peak shuttered through my body.

I was panting, I couldn’t keep from moaning loudly, it felt so good I reach down with one hand and increase the pressure of the vibrator against my clit and right away another glorious wave hits. I loved this thing, it gave me such a long, incredible orgasm or maybe two back to back.

I squealed a little, as another wave hit it felt so wonderful, but I was still trying not to be too loud. Just then I heard a young man’s voice, a voice right behind me say, “God damn lady!” with a happy laugh.

I nearly jumped out of my skin and whipped around in complete shock. It was him, the tall blonde college kid he must’ve been standing behind the door when I burst in. He was leaning against the wall holding a mop.

Obviously he has been staring at me the whole time. I think I turned as red as my lipstick. There was nowhere to hide. I had to do something.

The vibrator was going crazy doing some new pattern it was going to make me cum again or melt my brain if I didn’t get it out of me decided to go for it, as he stood there watching and laughing at me, I yanked up my skirt, tugged my soaking wet bottoms to the side grabbed the vibrator and pulled it out of my pussy. It was still vibrating loudly in my hand and I almost dropped it, it was so slippery and wet.

Now the guy was laughing even harder. I scrambled to find the power button and I had to hold it down for what seems like forever before it shut off. He looked like he was about to say something but I stuffed the now silent vibrator in my bikini top and ran out of the bathroom before he could speak. I ran up to the clerk quickly paid for the gas and got the hell out of there.

As I got back into the car, Brad was beaming at me. “Did you make it?”

“Not even close,” I replied and we both burst out laughing.

“I can't believe you actually went into the gas station," said Brad. “I was only kidding. I didn’t think you’d actually do it. I was going to let you back in as soon as you started to cum,” he said.

As we drove off, I told him the whole story of what happened in detail. He laughed so hard he almost had to pull over, but I also noticed the bulge growing and then throbbing against the crotch of his khaki pants.

My wife and I (33M, 32F)are extremely close and have a very sexually connected relationship. She’d never actually cum before getting with me, she claims I “unlocked” her. But, one day before that happened she had found my body count in my notes which is close to 80..this turned into a convo that involved us delving into all of our sexual pasts. She had in turn told me about the 30 or so men(and 2 women) she’d been with after losing her virginity younger than me. She talked about how her and gf’s would hook up with each other during sleepovers while experimenting with sexuality and went into great detail about hooking up with women. She also has really traumatic stories that I’m going to omit for now that contributed to her hotpast.

She has her share of daddy issues as her parents split up in middle school and her dad wasn’t around much, so she used boys as attention and validation. When she gets drunk she’s very easy, and I know that all too well. She ended up telling about how she would get drunk and fuck a few guys a month in college especially to make her ex jealous. She would commonly black out and go home with whoever.

One night in college she was involved in a group some with 2 dudes and her gf. She was traded off with while eating pussy in different positions while getting railed by the 2 guys. One of them was her ex’s friend and she wanted to make him jealous.

One night and probably the one that turns me on the most involves her getting very drunk and having sex with…let’s just say, someone she definitely should not have(don’t want to get banned in this thread but can message for more details)she was almost walked in on in the bathroom at that time. She wound up in a pregnancy mystery following that.

Not sure what it is that both turns me on while also making me extremely jealous. Maybe it’s my own past and body count that’s adding in details? She’s very innocent seeming on the outside, especially since she’s been a wife, but her and I have had some crazy sex on various different drugs, etc. and it makes me wonder about the past. I know a lot of it now and it leads to some pretty passionate sex after talking about it. It’s that reclamation sex lol. She’ll tell me about the more recent fwb she had right before we got together and that really turns things up a notch, for me anyway. She doesn’t like talking about it, but like a car accident I find myself wanting to know more details.

and more to come

This happened when my wife and I was 26 and she was 25. We had been together for just about 3 years. We where in an awkward part in both of our lives, I had to move for about a year for my job, I knew I was able to transfer back around then. She was transitioning to a new career, she started out as a teacher and was transitioning to an admin role. And it was that time where we had to decide if we wanted to settle down and get serious or not. Throw in your usual immaturity that 25 year olds have and we both decided we could use that opportunity as a break. We look back on this and laugh at this time now. We are in our early 30's now and married happily. 

I didn't find out about this until like a year after I came back, we moved in and got engaged. Mind you, we kept in contact this entire time texting, snapchating, and occasional call. A few months into this break she was out with a girlfriend one night. They ran into a guy that her girlfriend knew. This guy was in his early 30's, black, handsome. He immediately took a liking to my wife. Which isn't surprising since my wife has natural DD's on a semi-curvy body, she's 5"3, brunette, and has that innocent look. They exchanged numbers. Her girlfriend went on to tell her that she had hooked up with him a few months back, and met him through tinder. And that he was great in bed and packing.

He started hitting her up almost immediately. At first she didn't really know what to do according to her. Do I engage him? Flirt? Shut him down? She has always said he seemed really out of her league but she admitted that she liked that he was obviously into her. Finally after going back and forth for a while, she doesn't remember the time frame but has always said it was at least a few weeks or month, she agreed to go out with him. She had a fun night out with him, had a few drinks, chatted, flirted, and kissed him. Probably about a week after that she invited him over to her apartment for dinner.

After having food and hanging out for a bit they fucked on her couch. Started out with making out next to each other. Then he took her top and bra off and played with her tits for a while. That led to her undressing him. She has always said he was definitely packing and was by far the biggest and thickest she has seen or had. Not like some monster cock big, but significant. She blew him for a bit. He tittyfucked her and ate her out. She said she then rode him for a bit before bending over on the couch. He pulled out and finished on her butt. She cleaned up and he left.

She has always said that afterwards she felt really awkward and weird. On one hand, she really enjoyed the sex. This was only her 4th guy she had ever been with and the first she fucked that wasn't a boyfriend or in a committed relationship with. But on the other she said she felt kinda slutty, ashamed and wrong obviously because of me. She went a few days without texting him back. She went on to eventually respond to him and told him the reason why she was ghosting for a bit. Neither of us remember if our communication was weird at this time. Like I said earlier, our texting and snapchatting we a lot during this whole "break". 

Again, she doesn't remember the time-frame, but a few weeks later she was texting with him quite regularly. On a spur of the moment thing he invited her over one Saturday night and she went. I have asked if she knew that this was going to lead to sex and she has always said that she did. They ordered food and yea, hooked up again. This time she stayed the night. They fucked again in the morning. Only thing different is they did missionary and her sideways. He liked this because he liked watching her big tits. He said they were the best he's ever seen, which he isn't wrong. 

After this time he started to get kind of serious with her. She made it clear she didn't want any sort of relationship. I guess he pressed hard and she said no. By this time I knew when I was moving back, she knew that too. 

After this they slowly stopped talking. They did hook up one more time. They ran into each other at a local late night bar that's popular in our part of the city. Both were there with groups of friends. They ubered back to his place together, she has always said she was really drunk. Immediately back, like right in the doorway, they started at it. She did not stay the night afterwards even though he was trying to get her. After that she said they slowly stopped talking. 

We got back together officially like a week or so after that. I came back and we started looking at places. She has said he still hit her up for a few months. And she would trade pleasantries but never more. 

I forgot to mention, outside of me, he is the only guy that's fucked her without a condom. She got an IUD about a year into us together. So lucky him.

Ever since she told me about this she has always been forthcoming and honest with it all. She doesn't mind me asking now, she knows I find it hot.

Feel free to message about anything, more details or about her. I know I left a lot out, but already is a long post. 

My wife went through a divorce from her first husband around 2009/2010 and went through sort of a slutty/party/dating phase for a couple years while she was single, that lasted from around late 2009 through all of 2012.
She was on a few dating sites back then, too, but I don't remember all of the ones she told me. I know for sure that she was on Match, Zoosk and POF, and could have been on a few others.

She is 5'4" tall, has blonde hair (which sometimes she used to put little pink highlights back in the day), big blue eyes, very big tits, a few pretty distinguishing tattoos, and her initials would have been P.S. around that time, but she changed them back to P.M. (maiden name) after the divorce was final.

When we first started dating, she had guys calling and texting her all the time, wanting to hang out, take her out again, etc. but not knowing that she was in a relationship. She has told me in the past that when she was single, a lot of times she would go out with a guy, sometimes fuck him or blow him and then never answer his calls or texts again, and the guys would call and text for days, even weeks, and "practically beg" to see her again. I will say, that if you were with her, you definitely would not forget it.

I'm looking for anybody who legit might have known her or done anything with her, or might "recognize" her and have some stories about her. She grew up in Detroit, went to a catholic school there, which was actually in Redford but right on the Detroit border (the school is gone now), and bought her first house there. She moved to the Livonia area around 1999 and was there all during her single days. After her divorce from her first husband, she was going out all over the Metro Detroit'ish area. She would have been around 33 or 34 at the time. I'm not expecting much to come out of this, but it's worth a shot.