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I dream of sharing a cock like this with my wife.

Spanked with her shoe

About a week ago, EC came up to me in the kitchen and lightly smacked my butt a few times and out of nowhere, playfully said she wondered how much of a spanking I could take.

Now I have mentioned before that I would like for her to spank me, but it had been a long time since I had brought it up and this was just very unexpected. With a suddenly very hard cock, I told her I don't know but it would be fun to find out.

This morning, I was playfully smacking her butt while we talked in bed, alternating between smacking and rubbing. I rolled over onto my stomach to lay next to her after a while and she sat up and started rubbing my shoulders and scratching my back. She smacked my butt a couple of times and I reminded her of what she said in the kitchen the week before. To my surprise, she started smacking my butt a little harder than she usually might, but not hard enough to register any pain. I laid down and we talked some more while she smacked and then rubbed my butt, over and over. I reached down and picked up one of her flip flops that she had kicked off at the foot of the bed and handed it to her. I told her she could use it as a paddle. I didn't think she actually would, but she took it and started spanking me with it while we talked. I was very erect and very turned on. It felt really good.

After a while I told her I didn't think she was really trying to hurt me. She said of course she wasn't and I told her to spank me as hard as she could with it. She did. It hurt. I loved it. This continued on for a while. She was talking about some of her frustrations with her camera and certain aspects of her photography and as she got into what was really frustrating her, the smacks got harder. I told her to keep doing it. As hard as she could. She said she did not understand why her hurting me was a turn on and I honestly replied that I don't know either, but it was working. she pulled my pants down to see if she was leaving any marks, she wasn't... unfortunately. I thought she was going to spank my bare ass, and I said "go ahead" but I don't think she caught my meaning. She pulled my underwear back up and resumed her smacks.

She was hitting me with her shoe faster and harder. Hard enough that it was starting to cause me to jump a little, which I tried to control because I didn't want her to stop. I rolled over onto my back after a while and she started rubbing my cock through my underwear. She looked me in the eye and commented, "a little moist". I said I told her it was really turning me on. I had a decent sized spot of pre-cum on the front of my shorts.

I sat with her between my legs, facing away from me and started kissing her neck and shoulders, rubbing her boobs and pinching her nipples, while she stroked my cock through my underwear with her arm bent around behind her back. I didn't cum. We came down for breakfast and we're about to have sex here in just a few minutes when we get undressed to take a shower.

I told her we need to stop and buy her a paddle to use. Honestly, though, I LOVED that she was using her shoe on me. I have a thing for her shoes anyway. The best part was how indifferent she seemed to it while she stood there at the foot of the bed smacking me with her shoe while she talked to me about completely non-sexual things. I am still feeling very tender. My very first spanking was a special moment that made me feel so connected to her. I cannot wait to do this again!

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She looks a lot like my wife's sister. Very sexy!

Heaven....

She has found my own personal heaven. I have begged my wife to take on this role in our marriage. I keep praying that she will. I want to serve her. She deserves to be on a pedestal.

From:
http://dominantwife.blogspot.com/2005/09/tell-him-what-you-want.html?zx=b46cf9a4f934e33a

Tell Him What You Want

Go get the lotion. I need you to rub my feet.

Run my bath for me. And while I'm in there get started on the laundry.

Get up, Sweetheart, and make me some coffee and an English muffin with butter.

You did a nice job cleaning the bathrooms; I am very pleased with you.

I want a full body massage for exactly one hour; keep an eye on the clock. When you are done I want you to go down on me until I tell you to stop. Afterwards, we'll both go to sleep. You won't be having an orgasm tonight.

I'm going out with the girls tonight. While I'm gone you can work on the laundry.

I want you writing down everything that you eat. I want to monitor your eating habits so that I can make some changes. Also, you'll be starting an exercise program this week.

I think I need to put you on a budget. At the beginning of every week, I'll give you an allowance. If an emergency comes up, please feel free to come to me and we can discuss giving you some extra money.

Girlfriends

My wife and I were recently talking about panties and I suggested that we should get matching pairs and wear the same pattern every day. She looked at me and said, "what, like we're girlfriends or something?"

Yes! Exactly like we are girlfriends.

I loved being referred to that way. I told her I have seen how close two women can be to each other. It's not that I think they are necessarily closer than a husband and wife can be, but it is a different kind of closeness. I want to experience that with her. I want to be her confidant... her best friend... I want to be her girlfriend.

We've been out shopping a couple of times now looking for a good matching set. The trouble is she likes Hanes and we can't seem to find the same patterns in both her size and mine. For some reason, they vary the patterns... at least in the stores we have looked at. We'll just have to keep on looking.

Sex in a Bounce House

This past Saturday we rented a bounce house in our backyard. After the kids went to sleep, EC and I went out and bounced around in it. We brought a blanket and the camera. We took off our clothes after bouncing around a bit. The neighbor's bedroom window was open and their light was on. If the angle was right, the could see in, but part of it was blocked by a column.

EC was worried that the flash from the camera would draw their attention with it being so dark outside. I was in a pink pair of Hanes panties and she was completely naked. We started having sex on the blanket and after a bit, I wanted to be naked too so I slid off the panties. We went at it pretty hard. Our bodies were bouncing up and down and pretty soon we were using the bounce house to do the work for us... bouncing her body up into my body... her pussy up over my cock.

I came inside of her and we laid there naked, talking for a few long minutes. When we sat up to get dressed, we noticed the neighbor's bedroom light was out and the window was shut. Whether they heard or saw us, I imagine we will never know.

It was a lot of fun! How many people, I wonder, get to say they had sex in a bounce house? I love new experiences!

Yesterday, I got up early and was cleaning the house while EC slept in. A little later, while I was vacuuming the carpet, she came in and said, "I think this panty fetish of yours is starting to affect me". My heart jumped... I thought for a moment that she had decided she didn't want to accept it after all and was about to ask me to stop. I would have been devastated.

Instead though, she told me she just had a dream. In her dream, we were in a room in our house that does not actually exist. We had collected all of these machines, like a claw machine for example, and were showing them off to her mother and grandmother. Later on, we were alone in that same room and she was sucking my cock. Then, the next thing she knows, she is licking a pussy instead... the thing was though, that it was my pussy. My cock had been replaced. I told her I really liked her dreams. I've dreamed before (and daydreamed before) that she had a cock. I shared this with her. I love that she had this dream. Perhaps her subconscious is catching up with me. :)

Patience

I have been getting some advice on pacing myself with EC on the panty/submissive changes that have come up in the last week. One friend in particular sent me a message on FetLife with some good suggestions on separating this so I minimize her exposure to all of this and then if I cannot control myself, to keep a part of that separate for now.

I am sort of doing that already because I have no intention of her knowing about the lipstick, cammy, socks, and jewelry. But this is really good advice on the panties as well.

I think a huge part of the "mad rush" here is the novelty. I know it will probably wear off at least to a point because it seems everything does at some point in time. My wife is aware of this too. I had this conversation with her.

I did some thinking on my drive last night and I realized I need to decide what is most important to me, kink wise. I want her to want me in panties because I like the submission, the humility, etc... but the problem I realized is that while I want to submit to her on the one hand, I'm not exactly doing that if I rush her on the panty thing. It's hypocritical. In a sense it is like I am dominating her into taking on a dominant role, if that makes any sense at all. I'm going to back off and serve her, pamper her and take care of her and try to earn my place at her feet so to speak more organically.

So I have decided I need some patience because it is prudent, yes, but also because if I am going to truly submit to her, then I have to accept her timing and the pace she wants to keep. Otherwise, what is the point? And of course, not doing so risks the whole house of cards collapsing and being left with neither.

More shopping today

I went shopping again today on my drive home. Staying in another hotel tonight on the way.

I bought a new pair of pink ladies socks that fit me perfectly. I also bough a hot pink beaded bracelet, a layered pink and silver chain necklace that dangles down to my belly button at its lowest point, a pink wrap necklace/bracelet with little silver charms, and some feminine toiletries (Secret antiperspirant, Johnson's baby oil, Johnson's baby powder, and Johnson's body care Melt Away Stress Lavender & Chamomile lotion. I also picked up a lipstick (New York Color brand, color: Snowcone (light pink) and a Montagne Jennesse Mud Pac to give myself a facial.

Right now I am sitting here in the hotel room in the pink socks, braided pink anklet, pink bracelet, pink cotton panties, pink cammy, lipstick, and a splash of cherry blossom body mist. I've never worn lipstick before. Kind of enjoying all of this.

I picked up a few pairs of men's bikini underwear and some shirts to match, just to make my wife feel a little better about all of this. She expressed today that she is concerned I might leave her one day to pursue a life as a full time transvestite. While the idea of dressing up fully is appealing, I would never leave her. I want her to be a part of this. She asked for some more time to get used to it. I'll give her all she needs.

Road Trip and a Panty Shopping Spree

I spent most of the day driving to a hotel several hours away for work. Of course, I was wearing a pair of panties for the drive... the pink satin ones my wife bought me. I managed to wear the butt plug for a little over an hour from the start of the trip. I could have worn it much longer, but I didn't want to get too used to it. I like the way it feels and was looking forward to playing with it in the hotel room. I brought one of my fleshlights as well... the mouth.

I got to the hotel and checked in, then went out to dinner with a co-worker, wearing my panties beneath my work clothes. Afterward, I went back to the hotel and changed into some shorts and a t-shirt and headed over to Wal-mart to buy a couple of extra pair of panties. I ended up going on a bit of a shopping spree and bought quite a bit... $43 worth to be exact.

I bought 14 pairs of panties... a 10 pack of Hanes Cotton Bikinis in various patterns, size 9. Size 9 fits me much more comfortably than size 8, apparently this is my size, though the size 8's are doable.

I got a two pack of Smart & Sexy aqua blue nylon bikinis, size 8... I love the see through mesh and one pair is covered in purple and pink flowers, the other pair has a light green pattern running through it. Both have ruffles along the outside.

I bought another pair of George Ladies lace bikinis, size 8, just like the coral ones my wife bought me, but these are pinkish purple.

And I got a pair of George Ladies nylon lace thong, with a matching cammy (both are XL, pink carnation). I am wearing these now along with a pair of pink Faded Glory socks. They are for shoe size 8-12, the biggest I could find, but really tight on me. I will have to look for a larger size. And I am also wearing a pink and yellow braided ankle bracelet.

I got a box of condoms to make the Fleshlight play a little easier on the clean up. I also got a small bottle of bodycology cherry blossom body mist.

I was so nervous walking around the women's department browsing through the different panties and looking for what I wanted. The layout of the store was completely different so I had a hard time finding what I was looking for and there were women all over the place, probably close to a dozen, a couple older than me, but most my age or in their twenties. I got some glances at first but I think they just thought maybe I was picking out something for my wife, but when my basket started to get pretty full, the glances lingered a little longer and I think it was obvious they were for me.

I went through the self check out because I am a big pussy. A young couple came up behind me in line right as I picked up the first pair of panties. I was sooooo embarassed. I hurriedly tried to ring them up and get them in the bag hoping she wasn't paying attention but when I looked over out of the corner of my eye, I could see she was watching me. I kept telling myself that these people don't know me and I will never see them again. It wasn't helping. Just about that time, I was trying to pay with my card and the machine stated an override was needed and the cashier (another young woman) came over and asked to see my ID and card. I was petrified. The panties were all in the bag, open right in front of her, while she glanced at all of the items on the checkout screen and right on top of the bag, was a box of condoms. She smiled at me and tried to make some small talk about being far from home while she typed in her override. My heart was racing by the time I left.

I'm talking to my wife on the phone about it all. She asked me if I brought the coral panties with me. I told her I did and that I bought a few new pairs as well. She said it is a little weird for me to wear them when she is not with me and thinks it is a little odd for me to want to wear them all of the time... just as a fun every once in the while thing would be ok, but this is a little much for her right now all at once. I guess I will need to slow things down. Of course, I have no intention of telling her about the cammy, body mist, bracelet, socks, or the number of panties I just bought. She doesn't want me to wear them every day but I just don't want to give them up. I sooooo hope she doesn't make me. I am having so much fun and finally was starting to feel like I could be me.

Panties, Shopping, and New Toys

So today, my wife put me in an old pair of her panties. White cotton Hanes Her Way, size 6. They were starting to tear and were old. She was going to throw them out, but said I could have them.

I put them on while she watched and we both agreed they were very snug, but they fit well enough. I cleaned up the house with her while wearing them and eventually she sent me out to the grocery store to get a few things for dinner. She wanted me to cook out on the new grill.

I stopped at Tasty's while I was out and spent $150 on a butt plug, cock ring, and crotchless panties for me, and a We Vibe II for her.



I figured since she has been indulging me so much with the panties that I should get her something she has been wanting to try. The woman at the store talked me through how to best use the cock ring and told me a little about the We Vibe. She said it was a very good choice. I wish I would have had the guts to tell her the butt plug was for me and that I was standing there in my wife's panties with my cock trying to break free through the fabric. Honestly, my heart was racing. I was so nervous being in there talking about sex toys with her, even if she was doing most of the talking.

By the time I got through the grocery store and got home, the panties were really starting to tear. I mentioned to my wife as she stood there next to me on the patio that nothing was more manly than grilling out with your wife's panties on. She chuckled and smiled at me. I told her about the panties tearing and my cock was poking through. By the time we got done eating, my balls had managed to find their way out of a second hole. While I was dong dishes, she was standing next to me... I unzipped my shorts and pulled them down so she could see. My cock was protruding, at full erection, on of one hole in her panties and my balls were hanging down out of another. I honestly am not sure how many times I have heard her laugh so hard. It was great! I was laughing too. I asked her if she would go with me to Wal-mart tonight to buy some more that were my size. She said it would have to wait, but told me she had washed the two pairs she bought for me so they would have to do.

I will be driving for eight hours across several states tomorrow and I plan to wear them on the drive. I can't wait. I'm going to see if I can keep the butt plug in that long as well. When I get home, I will tell her about the We Vibe, cock ring, and crotchless panties. I am going to have to work up to tell her about the butt plug. I really want to have sex with her while wearing it, but I don't want to push too much on her at once.

I told her last night and this morning that I wanted her to think about being the one in charge around here. I am going to try and find some good information on the web about female led relationships that she can read. She's not ready to read about full cross dressing and sissies and forced feminization so I will have to be selective. She seems to be warming to at least thinking about it.

She mentioned today that she did think it would be a little weird if I wanted to wear the panties all the time (which I had brought up). I asked her if she would think about letting me and told her that part of me wants her to accept that I want this and part of me wants her to think it is weird because all of this has been so humiliating and that is a big part of the turn on for me. I can't believe I told my wife that I want to feel humiliated. I mentioned that she is always saying I am too aggressive and too hot tempered, so maybe letting her be in charge and getting in touch with my feminine side would help with that. She raised an eyebrow at me and I think maybe that was a little too much for her to process.

I want to go full force with all of this sooooooo badly, but I need to pace it. I know I need to find a good balance of slowing down, but not letting it drop completely. Slow and steady wins the race.

Cleaning House

Today, I am cleaning up the house with my wife... while wearing a pair of her panties. White cotton Hanes Her Way. The best part is, I put them on in front of her. I told her that as long as I have them on, I will do whatever she asks me too. Sexually or otherwise. She is starting to warm up to this. :)

My first time: Panties and Sex

Last night, EC came out of the bathroom dressed in her new panties, just as I was posting about buying them with her. I knew what was coming next... a part of me couldn't wait... a part of me was very very nervous. She asked me, are you going to put yours on too?

I got up, took off my clothes, and took the tag off of the lace bikini panties she had picked out for me barely an hour earlier. George Ladies... size 8. Her size 6 looked amazing on her. She bought a pink pair and a white pair for herself and picked out a coral pair for me.

She also picked out a pair of Simply Basic cotton bikinis for her (pink) and a pair of Simply Basic polyester panties for me (pink, silky material).

So I put them on and stood there, otherwise naked, in front of her and handed her my camera. She commented that the color really suited me and was laughing because, of course, I was hard as a rock and the panties fit, but weren't really designed for an erect cock. It was straining against the top to get out. They also were not designed for balls and they jockeyed for limited space as one seemed to be pushing the other half out. So here I stood, in front of my wife in a pair of sheer lace panties while she reaches down to adjust them so my balls fit more neatly inside. It was heaven.

She took a few pictures of me, then told me to turn around so she could get the back. I did as I was told. I took a few of her and brought her into the bedroom and we took some together and some of her pulling my panties aside while she sucked my cock. It was so much fun.

A few minutes later, she was laying on top of me, grinding her pussy into my face while I held her panties to one side while she sucked my cock, exposed out of the top of the panties, and fondled my balls through the material. The sensation made me very aware that her face was inches from my panty-covered balls, while she ground her hips hard into my face.

She was very close to cumming and stopped sucking on me while I slowed my attentions on her. She rolled over to her side and stroked me with one hand and rubbed my balls with the other. I knew she had a better vantage point to see the panties on me like this.

I got up, picked her up, and carried her over to the glider (chair) in our room. She had a dream the night before that we'd had sex in it. I sat down and positioned her on top of me, facing away just as she described in her dream and started rocking the glider back and forth. Almost immediately, she was moaning and digging her nails lightly into my leg. She started rubbing her clit and I could feel our panties rubbing together. Every time we rocked back, the material pulled tight against my balls and I knew I was not going to last very much longer like this. I wanted to slow down, but she was into it and I did not want to stop her. I came inside of her, but kept rocking. It was an amazing orgasm, but once the hormones subsided, I suddenly found myself very aware of the fact that I was fucking my wife with panties on. The fact that I didn't last long enough for her, though I very rarely do, just added to the humiliation and as if that were not enough, right about the time I was thinking all of this, my cock slipped out of her pussy.

I took over rubbing her clit for her with one hand and squeezed her nipples with the other while kissing her back. She apparently wanted me back inside of her because she was now being very rough with my cock and balls. Jerking, rubbing, pulling squeezing... she commented, between moans, after a few minutes of this that I was obviously not going to get hard again. I knew she wanted a better orgasm than what she would get from my fingers.

I picked her up and laid her on the edge of the bed and pulled her panties down enough that I could get my mouth on her pussy and started licking and sucking her clit. She started pushing my head down against her hard almost immediately. I sucked at her pussy lips, literally finding myself with a mouth full of sperm soaked pussy, knowing full well that it would be obvious I was trying to suck my cum out of her. I went back to her clit and inserted my thumb inside of her, which served to really bring the semen out of her pussy. I sucked in as much as I could... still not really turned on enough to overcome the inhibitions about doing it, but knowing I would be glad I did later on when I was horny again. She was trying hard to spread her legs, so I pulled her panties off of her. It must have been quite a picture... I was on my knees at the foot of our bed, with my cock hanging out of my panties while she laid moaning on the bed with her husband's semen smeared face held firmly between her legs by both of her hands.

Her orgasm was worth it all. She couldn't hold still. Her moans bordered on a quiet scream. And about that time, I was getting hard again. As her orgasm subsided, I moved up and looked her in the eye and kissed her and commented that I was a little embarrassed standing here in panties, kissing my naked wife with my own cum all over my face. She commented that she'd had my cum smeared on her face too, so it was fair.

I took a few more pictures of us. A few of my cock in the panties with her pussy beneath me... she held her pussy open a bit for a few of them. A few with her feet on my cock... she said she may need a break before we have sex again. I asked if she wanted to do it a second time. She said she was satisfied, but would if I wanted. I told her I was satisfied too. I could have done it again... I did want to... but giving her just enough and withholding a little for me added to the submissive feel of the evening.

She picked up her panties off of the bed next to her and said, "Here you go honey, you can slip these into your bag and take it with you on your next trip since they are wet with both our juices, mostly yours though." I picked them up, they were sopping wet. I think I might just do that. She said she was proud of me for going down on her again after I came inside of her. I was proud of myself too!

I pulled my panties up over my cock and as I walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed, she commented, "you do look cute in those". It was the perfect ending to a perfect night.

No turning back now...

I told my wife about two weeks ago that I had a dream while I was away in a hotel room that she took off her panties and made me wear them while I had sex with her. I told her it really turned me on and "joked" that we might just have to try it.

To my utter shock, my sweet vanilla wife said, "ok, if you want to." I had no idea what to say. Was she joking? Serious? I asked her if she thought that was weird and she replied rather nonchalant, "whatever floats your boat".

So after bringing it up a few more times and joking about it here and there, she asked if I might want my own instead of hers because she was not sure hers would fit me. I wanted to tell her I they would, but would just be a little tight, but I let that one go. She decided she had a couple of old pairs that she could let me have. I said I would like that but also thought it would be hot for her to pick some out for me.

Well, tonight she did. She bought me two pair of panties, as well as a few new pairs for herself (in matching styles). I admit I am now petrified to try them on in front of her. Of course, that is only adding to the thrill. I cannot wait to get them on. There's no turning back now that she bought them. It was such a turn on watching her pick them out and hold them up to me right there in the store. People were walking by... either she did not notice or did not care. Likely the former. I got some snickers and some looks. It was heaven.

She was shocked when I took her hand and placed it against my cock so she could see how turned on I was. I guess she didn't realize how much I was looking forward to this. She asked while we were at the check out if I would put them on for her when we got home. If the cashier heard her, he didn't let on. Wow... how did I get this lucky?

I mentioned we should take pictures together in our new panties. If we do, I'll post them asap. :)

While she shaved

Tonight, I took a bath with EC. After sucking on her toes for a bit and washing her from head to toe, I sucked on her nipples while we talked about the sexual things she did with her ex-boyfriends. Then, I held her while she sat on my lap, facing away from me, while she shaved her pussy.

It was a very nice time. I can't wait to do that again!

Update.... we had sex after our bath. I have no idea what got into my wife, but she was all over me... she was moaning, and not like usual... it was like I was having sex with another woman. She was into it. Deep guttural moans... she sounded like she had just stepped out of a porn movie. I was actually worried that with the windows open, the neighbors might hear.

She was bucking her hips while I licked her pussy... so much that it kept bringing her anus across my tongue. She normally keeps that off limits... she even let me finger her ass for a while. I loved it! While we were having sex, she kept digging her nails into my back and into my ass, pulling me closer. It was unlike any sex we had ever had before. When we finished, she asked why I had not gone down on her after I came inside of her. She said she would have liked that. I am still in shock.

Last night with my wife (5/23/10)

I had sex with EC last night in our bed. The windows were open and the lights were out. The room was almost completely dark. Just a faint light came in from the street outside. The air was warm and her skin was moist with sweat.

I turned her over onto her stomach while I kissed and licked her naked butt. The morning light will likely reveal a hickey that could not be made out in the dark.

I took her toes into my mouth, sucking and licking them and running my tongue along the sole of her foot while I rubbed her legs.

I moved up to kiss her first on the lips, then on her breast... I spread her knees apart and kissed her pussy.

Licking over and over from her lips to her clit, she tasted amazing. The heat of the day brought out her full aroma and I was intoxicated, alternating between kissing and sucking and breathing her in.

I licked her clit gently. More so than normal. She was enjoying it. She was quiet... Not a sound coming from her, no doubt a conscious effort thanks to the windows being open wide. But her body told the story. She spread her legs further and adjusted her body so I would lick her right where she wanted. I kept up the slow gentle licking and sucking. I was more interested in enjoying the taste and submissive posturing of licking her pussy than I was in bringing her to orgasm just yet. But the change in tactic seemed to driving her to it none the less.

Before long, she had her hands on either side of my face and her hips were lifting her up to press her pussy into me. I lightly played with her nipples and kept the slow rhythm of licking her up and down. I pushed my tongue deep into her and sucked hard trying to bring out the taste from her deepest recess. I sucked hard at her pussy lips, rubbing her clit ever so slowly with literally a mouth full of pussy.

By now, I was drunk with emotion and sex and lust. I started kissing and sucking harder. I needed her to orgasm as much as she seemed to need it. I needed to give her that pleasure. She was bucking her hips, pressing my head down into her crotch and almost grinding her pussy against my mouth. When she abruptly came, her whole body arched and I had to hold on to keep her pussy against my mouth. She gets sooo sensitive after, but I was not ready to stop. I held her wrists tight and kept her from pulling away, causing her to buck and twist beneath me. The pleasure was to much for her body to bear.

We had sex afterward. It was enjoyable, of course, but I got the most pleasure out of giving her hers.

Once she woke up

I have kissed my wife's sister while she slept a few times.

Once she woke up because I had gotten brazen and managed to slip my tongue into her mouth. We never talked about it... I acted like I was trying to wake her up and planned to play it off like maybe she had dreamed it or something, but she never said anything... we just talked. It was so awkward. I knew she knew. Nothing came of it... good or bad.

I love her. I wish I would have had the nerve to ask her what she thought about it.

I gave my virginity to my wife when we were teenagers

I had played around with boys before, but she was the first girl I even experimented with sexually and was the first person I ever orgasmed with (though I had given some to a couple of boys). I had a crush on her since we were kids. I finally got up the nerve to ask her out. Within 3 months, we were laying in the grass behind my dad's garage with our pants around our ankles in plain sight of anyone who might have looked from the houses behind us. Funny... we hid behind the garage and thought that was enough since no one in the house could see lol

I was fifteen, she was thirteen. I'm glad she was my first.

My brother's wife saw a picture of my wife sucking my cock

We were at my father's house for Christmas a few years ago. I had a picture of my wife with my cock in her mouth that I had printed to keep in my wallet. I was pulling something else out to show my brother's wife (who I happened to date in high school... well not date exactly ... technically she was going out with my brother at the time).

Anyway... the picture slipped out and she picked it up and was looking at it while I flipped through my wallet. She just stood there holding it, studying it for a couple of minutes while I looked. I had completely forgotten I had it in there and had no idea that's what she had. When I looked up and saw it, I froze... but when I looked at her, she was just smiling and tucked it back in my wallet and said, "well... better hang onto that one".

Poetic Justice

My ex-fiance knew I still had feelings for my ex-girlfriend. We were living in my father's basement, saving up for an apartment. One night, in the middle of sex, she told me to stop right as I was getting close to orgasm. She said she wanted to do it someplace new. We got dressed and went for a walk, down the street to my ex-girlfriend's house.

Very quietly, she hiked up her skirt and leaned against the siding underneath my ex-girlfriend's bedroom window, facing the street. It was 3:00 in the morning, so I wasn't as worried about cars as I was my ex-girlfriend waking up. Her bed, I knew, was a few feet from the window, on the opposite wall. The siding creaked with our movements as I fucked her standing against the wall, just a few feet away from where she slept.

Perhaps it was poetic justice that when my ex-girlfriend and I got back together, we fucked in our apartment... on our couch, in our bed, and on our kitchen table, with her naked ass right at the spot where my fiance ate. I ended up leaving my fiance for her. She was right... I still had feelings. Less than a year later, we were married.

I like to cum on my wife's toothbrush

I love to use her electric tooth bush to masturbate. The vibrations feel amazing against the head of my cock. I love watching her brush her teeth later that morning, knowing she is tasting me. Remembering how my cum flowed onto the brush... remembering how I worked it down into the bristles with my fingers. Remembering how I licked the edges clean so she would not be able to tell.

My #1 Masturbation Fantasy

The fantasy I masturbate most to is hearing my wife moan while another man fucks her. She knows I am naked, jerking off, just on the other side of the door... peeking through a crack in the door frame from the bathroom. Watching him fuck her... her arms are holding onto him... he legs as spread wide with her feet flailing about... she is doing her best to hold onto him while he cums inside of her.

Her lover thinks I am at work... he does not know she is moaning for me. He does not know I am watching him use her. He does not know that as soon as he leaves, I will join her in our bed, holding her... cleaning her up... making sure she gets the full orgasm he did not take the time to give.

My ex-girlfriend fucked me while she talked to her best friend in the same room

We were living in my father's basement. I had a water bed and it was against the wall, sideways so the headboard formed a bit of a partition with the room behind it. Her best friend was with us and it had gotten late, so she stayed the night on the couch behind the headboard. She didn't bring pajamas or anything because we hadn't planned on being out so late.

She had on a body stocking under her outfit. I had never seen or heard of it... she took off her clothes and just sept in that. It covered her just as well as any outfit, well certainly as well as a one piece bathing suit, but I was hard as a rock watching her take it off. We all laid down and my fiance was jealous that I had been paying so much attention to her friend.

She started to kiss me and rub me while she and her friend were still talking. Before long, our clothes were off and we lay there naked. All her friend had to do was stand up and she would have been able to see over the headboard that were were laying naked on top of the covers, having sex. We were fucking sooo slowly (so we would not slosh the water around in the bed too much) that it drove me crazy. Of course, she was trying to show me that it was her and not her friend that I should want (apparently a few guys in their past left my fiance for her friend), but honestly, I couldn't stop thinking about her friend in that body suit the entire time.

Taken

This morning, I was taking off my pajamas to put on some shorts to mow the lawn. My wife was taking hers off to get in the shower. I picked her up and sat her on the bathroom counter and fucked her.

No words were exchanged.

I kept eye contact with myself in the mirror behind her, occasionally noticing her feet flailing wildly in the periphery. She held onto me. In my imagination, I was taking her, using her for a moment of pleasure. I realized, in reality, that is exactly what it was. I pulled out just as I started to orgasm, and handed her a towel to clean up the mess of sperm left in her pubic hair.

Fresh bottle of pee

I just put a fresh bottle of pee in the hotel fridge. Not something I normally am into... trying out something new. ;)

Jenny Swallows

I have fallen in love. No, not with another woman... or another man for that matter... but with the erotic talents of a woman whose writings speak to me.

Living in an internet world where anything and everything... from the highs of emotional foreplay to the lows of unmentionable desire... lies but a few keystrokes away... it is a rare event that someone truly inspires me. It is rare to find a substance to erotica that goes beyond the bare necessity of turning me on and getting me off.

I have found, in this woman's talents, her unique ability to connect with her readers.... to connect with me. For the first time, I find myself imagining the author of the words... the words themselves are no longer a means to an end... but a part of something... of someone... else.

To be connected in this way to the genuine feelings of another human being... it is refreshing. It is the type of thing you didn't realize was missing until you experienced it... or perhaps until it experienced you... as the connection surely must flow both ways. That the typically inherent anonymity of internet erotica can somehow become personal... it gives me hope for those who long to find a way to intimate their sexual feelings and desires beyond the random release of their pent up energy.

I find myself humbled at the experience. Check her out. You will surely not be disappointed.

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Jenny's Hall of Fame is getting bigger

That's me :) Wow... I feel a little giddy that Jenny likes my cock. I'm blushing like you wouldn't believe!

Jenny's Hall of Fame is getting bigger

via Jenny Swallows by Jenny Swallows on 4/6/10

And it's not the only thing. All men should have a pair of jeans like these - it'd save a lot of fishing around inside their briefs.

Thank you, I love it AND it made me laugh!

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Tenth Grade Math: Algebra 3-4

As a sophomore in high school, there was an unbelievably hot girl the sat diagonally in front of me. She would kick off her shoes in class and toe at them... she was as out of my league as a girl can get. Once, during a lecture... yes our teacher managed to give us lectures in 10th grade math... she seemed intent on making my cock burst out of my jeans. She was dangling her shoe from her toe... rubbing her socked feet together or playing with her shoes... she dropped her pencil at one point and picked it up with her toes and that put me over the edge. I needed to cum. There is no way else to say it. I didn't want to cum... I had a pressing... biological need... like bouncing in your seat because you have to pee so bad you can barely hold it in. I NEEDED to cum.

So sitting there in the back of math class while the pencils of my classmates could be heard furiously trying to keep up with the notes he was giving... mine was in my lap, rubbing at the bulging heap of denim. First slowly, and then furiously until I could take no more. I orgasmed... hard... it washed over me... I managed to keep quiet but was out of breath. My toes were curled in my tennis shoes. She could have been staring at me... for all I would have known the whole class could have been staring with the teacher now discussing my technique instead of mathematical anomalies. I did not take my eyes off of her feet from the moment she curled her toes around that pencil until my pants were damp from the cum stained underwear beneath them.

But the sound of scribbling graphite on paper continued, unabated. As I looked around the room, not a single eye was turned my way. For the first time, I had an orgasm in a public place with some 25 or more people in the room. I had no idea how to do the assignment that night... but I count it as among the more accomplished days I had in my four years of high school.

Wow! This story makes my top 10.

Wow... she did such an amazing job identifying with the male character in this story. I have had experiences play out like this growing up... where nervousness and fear keep you hesitating... inching up to the point of no return, until desire takes over and pushes you full force across the line. Jenny is an amazing writer. I love her work. Check her out. I think I'll be buying her ebook after this one! http://jennyswallows.blogspot.com

Speaking As A Man

from Jenny Swallows by Jenny Swallows

"Just out of curiosity," a friend asked recently, "have you ever tried writing anything from the guy's point of view?" In fact I have, a long time ago in a notebook that I'd filed away years back, although I'm not sure that this is what he was hoping for. Comments welcome!!!

If I really put my mind to it, I’d say that Mark had been my best friend my entire life. We grew up just a couple of houses from one another, attended the same schools until it was time to leave for college, and had spent most of our vacation time together since then. Even after he left home to take an apartment closer to college, in Rhode Island, we saw one another as often as we could, and this latest visit – a few days before the spring semester began – was just one more in a long line of the things.

We had nothing planned; we’d drink, we’d chase girls, we’d catch a movie or two, and the only thing that was at all different was, the guy he shared the apartment with, Tom, would be in town at the same time as me, which meant I wouldn’t be sleeping where I normally did. But no matter. Mark had the biggest of the two bedrooms, with a couch and a camp bed for me to choose from – although, as we settled down for the night, I found myself wondering whether the floor wouldn’t have been more comfortable than either.

“Having trouble over there, Pete?” Mark’s voice cut through my latest impatient sigh, as I tried to squeeze my six-foot frame into a five-foot space.

“If I could just get my legs comfortable, I’d be okay,” I murmured, and he laughed. “You can always hop in with me. I promise I won’t snore.”

“Okay.” I couldn’t count the number of nights that he and I had shared a bed in the past, and wasn’t certain why we were so adamant that tonight would not be another one. Sleepovers at one another’s homes while we were growing up, saving money on motel rooms when we went out to Colorado for a week of skiing… I’d probably spent more nights asleep alongside Mark than I had ever spent with a woman, and not given the matter another thought.

“Thanks.” He flicked on his bedside lamp as I maneuvered myself off the camp bed and into the queen sized that he was nestled up in, and if I noticed that he was naked as I pulled back the single sheet that covered him, it didn’t register. Again, why would it? You spent as much time together as we had, and you’re certain to see one another’s todger at some point.

We talked for a while, till I felt myself drifting; said goodnight and I was away…. Away, that is, until I found myself awake again, to feel his body nestled tight against mine. Tight and, although I knew from his breathing that he was fast asleep, insistent. I can safely say I had never previously been awakened by the weight of a hot, hard cock pressing against the small of my back. But I could certainly feel one now and, as I lay there in the silence, I could feel my own prick stirring as well.

What the fuck? I’m not gay. Not even mildly bi. In fact, I’ve never even given that side of life a second thought, and I’m damned certain Mark hasn’t, either. He’d have mentioned it if he had, because I know there is nothing that we haven’t shared at some point in the past. Including every last dirty detail of our sex lives. And, if I’d thought about it, I’d have figured that his hard-on was just an involuntary reflex, his dick sensing the warmth of another body in the bed, and simply trying its luck.

But I wasn’t thinking about it. Or rather, I was, but not in any way that I would ever have dreamed of doing. My own cock was rock hard now, reacting exclusively, and exquisitely, to the feel of his against the bare flesh of my back. I could feel my boxers tenting around it, and thought about slipping out of bed, running to the bathroom and jerking myself off. Moving, though, would disturb Mark, and for some reason that was one thing I didn’t want to do.

I adjusted my position a little, rolling until I was half on my back, and his cock rolled with me, resting on my hip. There was, what… six inches of space between my cock and his. I rolled again, flat on my back now, with one hand pressing down on my shaft, angling it towards where his cock head now lay. So close!

I was holding my breath now, fearful that the slightest sound might disturb him, cause him to roll over and away from me. But feigning sleep as well, so if he did wake up and discover how we lay, he wouldn’t know I’d had anything to do with it. Just like he wouldn’t know if my hand slipped away from my throbbing cock, and gently touched his.

At twenty-one years of age, I knew exactly what my cock felt like, and - assuming I'd even given the matter a moment's thought, which I hadn't - I guess I just assumed that every other guy’s would feel the same. Right? Wrong. The moment my fingers brushed his… and that’s all they did, they brushed it… it was as though I’d stuck my hand inside an electrical socket. The heat was unbelievable, the feel of the flesh was astonishing. And when I raised my hand to my face and sniffed, the faintest aroma almost caused my heart to burst.

How long did I lay there, touching his cock and then breathing it in? Two minutes? Five? Twenty-five? I don’t know, but every time I did, I moved down the bed a little, curling up into what could have been called a fetal position, but which had just one thought in mind. To bring my face closer to that magnificent cock. And suddenly Mark moved as well, stretching in his sleep, as though he were trying to hoist himself up the bed – and now his erection was no further from my face than it had been from my cock a while before. I didn’t even need to use my fingers anymore. I could smell him without moving, tart and taunting, an odor unlike any I had ever smelled before, and more alluring than any as well.

More minutes passed, as I inched down and he inched up; it could almost have been a ballet if he wasn’t so obviously sound asleep, and I wondered what he’d say now, if he woke up to find my face just inches from his helmet, and stretching my tongue out as far as it could go, in the hope of tasting the aroma that now obsessed me. The sheet was bunched up somewhere below my armpit and his balls, and the streetlight that shone in through the uncurtained window was just enough to illuminate the shadow of his shaft. I lowered my head a little further.

At the back of my mind, a tiny voice suddenly spoke. You’re trying to lick your best friend’s cock.

Wrong. I’m not trying. It was just the tip of my tongue that made contact, but his flavor flooded me, incinerating my taste buds with delight and desire. I withdrew it for a moment, to try and savor the flavor some more, but it was gone in an instant and I knew I needed more.

I tried to picture his cock in my mind. Like I said, I’d seen it a thousand times in the past, and once or twice – first thing in the morning, on his way for a piss – I’d seen his erection as well. Back then, though, it was just a biological function, a bit of his body that I had no interest in. I hadn’t mapped the veins or studied the ridges, hadn’t paid any attention to the thickness or the length, hadn’t gazed longingly at the meaty helmet… it would be meaty, I knew that, thick and full, soft behind its iron-hard strength… and I cursed the street light for not being brighter.

How far could I go? My tongue was on him again, and this time I held it there for as long as I dared. I let it swish over his helmet, felt the faint ridge of the eye in the tip, and let my tongue probe the entrance. Moisture met me. Pre-cum. It tasted even better than the flesh, and now a new thought obsessed me. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. And I didn’t care whether he woke up or not.

My hand grasped his shaft, held it upright, as I rearranged my legs beneath me, and moved to kneel alongside him. I glanced up at him one more time. I didn’t know what this would do to our friendship… everything else I’d done, I could have still feigned sleep. But this? I lowered my head. It wasn’t too late to stop. It wasn’t too late for me to turn over and try to go to sleep, or get up and make do with the couch once again. Or even the camp bed.

And then a hand on the back of my head forced me down, at the very same moment as my mouth stretched around him, and now I knew that Mark had been awake this whole time, as desperate to feel my mouth on his cock as I was to taste his cock in my mouth.

No words passed between us, no sound more than a deep sigh of pleasure as my jaw relaxed and I drew him in, and the barely audible squeak of the bed frame as my head bobbed up and down, his cock slipping in and out of my salvia-flooded mouth; or a groan as I released him and allowed my tongue to do the walking, bathing his shaft in sensation and spit. I nuzzled down to his balls and sucked on them tentatively – he groaned again, and I drew one testicle into my mouth, sucking harder and then releasing it to return to the main attraction.

I broke. “Turn the light on,” I whispered, and Mark obeyed. And now I could see him, fat and firm, a lighter pink than the rest of his body, but proudly veined and surmounted by a thick purple helmet… as meaty as I’d hoped… that begged me to take it back into my mouth. “This is fucking amazing” – I didn’t intend to speak aloud, but I did, and Mark agreed. “You are fucking amazing,” he replied, and the hand that had been on my back was suddenly slipping down towards my ass, then between my legs to cup my balls, and then on to grasp my shaft.

He was jerking me and that was all I could stand. I needed all my concentration for this, for the wonderful cock that was back in my mouth, and now I was fucking him as hard as my head could bob, praying for him to cum before my neck muscles tired… and my prayers were answered with a lurch and a jerk that I needed all of my wits to withstand. And then he was flooding me, filling my mouth and leaking out around the thickness that I so resolutely clung onto, sucking as he spurted, fighting back the urge to cough or breathe, just drinking him in and swallowing as he twitched and twisted in my grip, and still sucking as he softened and I could take even more inside. Until my chin was on his abdomen and my nose was in his balls, and he was gasping and laughing and still jerking me off… jerking me till I came, and my jet soaked his hand – a hand that he slowly raised to his own lips and licked, before pulling me around till my cock was in his face, and then sucking me to satisfied softness as well.

We slept well that night and late into the following day. Neither of us mentioned what had happened that night and, all these years on, we still haven’t spoken about it. But occasionally, when we’ve had a few drinks, and the rest of the company… usually our wives, sometimes our kids, too… have gone to bed or elsewhere, Mark will laugh and remind me that he still owes me a favor. And one day, he insists, he’ll deliver.

My cock is waiting.

I once had sex with a guy

We were in high school. He was my best friend. We had giving each other countless hand jobs and blow jobs. He wanted to know what it was like. It did not last long... not more than one stroke in fact. I entered him and it was too much for him. I pulled out. He was nearly in tears.

Strangely, I've wanted it to feel him inside me even more... but I left it alone. I held him while he adjusted his composure. He was embarrassed that he could not take me. I was embarrassed that I did not have the experience to give him what he wanted in a pleasurable way.

I want to know what it feels like to give that pleasure to a man. I want to know what it feels like to feel the pleasure he gives.

Sucking On Her Cock

Sucking On Her Cock

via Jenny Swallows by Jenny Swallows on 4/2/10

It was my first ever solo trip to "the big city" – a girlfriend and I took the bus to Dallas for a museum opening, booked a downtown hotel on Elm Street and had three days (and nights) in which to live life without a single parent to frown at us. So I was pretty pissed when Alice, my friend, suddenly announced she'd made arrangements to meet up with a boy she knew on our first night in the city, meaning that I was going to be on my own for the evening.

I wandered down to the hotel bar and looked around. Businessmen, hookers, other guests – what else did I expect to find? But I ordered a drink and a salad and took a seat by the window, wondering what a lone woman in a strange city was supposed to do when she didn't know a soul.

It's a long story – I'll shorten it. Lisa was also on her own, also in a strange city, also staying at the hotel. We met when she walked in about ten minutes after I arrived to find every table had now been taken and her choice of dining partners was limited either to a few lonely-looking salesman types, a couple with a rambunctious baby, or me. "Do you mind if I join you?" I shook my head. "Please…."

She was stunning. Taller than me, with reddish hair that cascaded to her shoulders, perfect features, perfect figure. Her top was tight enough to show off the swell of her breasts, her pants framed legs that went on forever. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted any other woman.


We talked, we laughed, we got on well. We took a walk through downtown, we stopped at a liquor store and picked up some wine, and then back at the hotel, we agreed to take our party up to her room… Alice had said she'd be back before midnight… and with my heart in my mouth, I kissed Lisa for the first time as we sat dialing channels on the hotel TV. Neither of us had said, or even hinted, at anything in that direction, but the wine we'd sunk over dinner was already swimming around my head and it just seemed the right thing to do.

Lisa kissed me back; the remote control was forgotten and her hands were on my breasts, first through my blouse and then in between the buttons. She moved swiftly but gently – my attempts to caress her felt clumsy by comparison, and she knew it. "Lay still," she whispered. "Let me…."

I obeyed. Off came my blouse and the skimpy bra I'd been wearing, and her mouth was playing magically across my flesh, licking my nipples until I thought they would burst, and then sucking them hard, till my back arched and my pussy screamed for a taste of the same treatment. She knew it, too, and a hand sank between my legs, gently stroking me through my sodden panties, until suddenly she had whipped them off and two fingers slipped effortlessly inside me.

Lisa's mouth was on my abdomen, my tummy, my waist. She was taking her time, and every minute stretched out into hours of exquisite tease and tension, until at last her face was between my legs, breathing me in and purring as I bucked my hips towards her, crying out with impatience and lust, and reaching out too, to touch her where she was touching me, to feel her and taste her and drink her in…. She moved away quickly, but I moved even faster.

My hand clasped her pussy – and something else. A strap-on. She was wearing a strap-on. My mind jolted for a moment, wondering when she'd put it on. Or had she been wearing it all evening? And did it even matter? My right hand held her face to my cunt, my left hand felt her toy's length and thickness, and wrestled with her pants to free it from its cage.

She was still struggling to get away, but with less and less conviction as her buttons finally parted and I pulled her towards my mouth, breathed in and… it wasn't a strap-on. It was a cock, a long, hard, beautiful and very real cock. As real as the bare breasts that she'd revealed when she undressed me, and which she'd let me suck on just a few moments earlier, as real as the orgasm that was building up inside me. I pulled her into my mouth and sucked.



The taste was different - a man, but not quite a man. My fingers grazed her balls, small, tight, hairless. But her cock was huge, eight inches at least, and as fat around as my wrist. My jaw strained around her, but I didn't care. I wanted every inch.

I gripped her length, guess-timating how much of it I could comfortably fit in as she started to move, and now she was fucking my face, the thick meaty helmet thrusting inside me, her movements matching my own as I moved closer and closer to my climax – and then I released hershaft and slapped both hands to her ass, pushing her deep inside my mouth as my entire body shook to my final explosion, and she came as well, a flood of cum that poured down my throat, so hard and fast that I barely even felt it, but so thick that I tasted it backing up in my mouth, for me to swallow more luxuriously as her pounding slowed down and our bodies calmed.

And afterwards… Lisa tried to explain, but I hushed her. I didn't care. Later, I wished I had asked more questions; later still, once the Internet began making stars of so-called she-males, I wondered how her life has panned out since our frenzied encounter that night ten years ago. I still do, but one thing is for sure. In my mind, she is still one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. And she owned one of the most beautiful cocks.

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I let my ex pee on me in the shower

She never understood what I got out of it... but she loved me and that was all she needed. I loved getting down on my knees in the shower with her... looking up at her... watching her squirm a little... laughing... trying to pee but being just a little to nervous or embarrassed for it to come naturally. Until eventually... just when I had about given up... the stream bursts forth and hits me in the chest... she positions herself so it would hit my cock... she can't believe I'm so hard from this. I want to taste... to drink from her fountain... but I know I am pressing it as it is. Afraid to push too far, I am left with the few drops I can swipe off my cock that haven't been washed away from the shower when she was not looking. It only made me want to drink from her even more.

I want to watch my wife fuck her former lover

I have been in love with my wife all my life... from the time we were kids growing up in the same neighborhood. Eventually, we dated but split up after I graduated high school and got back together about a year after she had graduated. I was her first sexual partner and she was my first female sexual partner. During that gap, she had two sexual relationships... one with the boy who took her to the prom. And the other with her next door neighbor... the one she had a crush on all of her life... since they were kids.

When we started dating again, it began as friends. She was not in an emotional relationship with her neighbor, but oh how she wanted to be. In reality, she was his fuck buddy. There is just something about looking at my innocent wife and thinking she was once this man's fuck toy. Of course, I am hugely intimidated by the emotional connection she had with him from her perspective. I never got over her and I imagine she never got over him. I think to myself, I want her to be happy. I would love to see her in bed with him. To see her face light up as she makes believe that he loves her too. I would love to see the way he looks at her... knowing it's just to get himself off before he goes out with his "real" girlfriend. I want to hold her as she cries when he gets dressed and leaves her there, naked in his bed. I want to be on my knees, between her legs, giving her the orgasm he denied her... sucking out every last trace of the cum he left inside of her... showing her that it is me who really loves her and that she doesn't need him for anything more than a fuck toy of her own.

Break up sex... to say goodbye

Some 13 years ago, I packed her things and told her it was time to move on. I knew she was cheating on me and I had been cheating on her... with my ex. We talked it out. We cried. We decided we wanted one more time together as our way of making a clean break. We took off each others clothes, kissing as passionately as the first time we kissed. We rolled around in bed... touching and kissing. She climbed on top of me and slid my cock inside of her. We didn't use a condom this time. We wanted to feel each other. Yes, that was a risk, but it was one we left to fate. I slipped my finger deep into her ass... something I had never done before. She didn't take her lips from mine, or her hands from my cheeks, the entire time we made love. It was amazing. Parts of us questioned if we should part... we were so good together in bed. But we both knew it was time. The emotional after-shocks were tough for some time, for both of us. I still love her. We're both married now, me to the ex I was cheating on her with. Her... I am not sure. We didn't keep touch.

I prefer to be naked

I am naked as often as I can be. I travel a lot for work and that puts me in hotels nearly every week. I am naked from the moment I enter the room until the moment I check out. I enjoy driving naked when I get the chance. My ex-fiance was not into it herself, but did not object to me being naked while either of us drove. She had a convertible, so it was nice stroking myself in the sun with the wind in my hair. My wife allowed me the same when we first married, but once we had kids, that ended the opportunities.

One of my favorite things to do is housework in the nude... especially when I am scrubbing a floor, a tub, or a toilet in the house. It just gives me this mixed sense of freedom and submission that ... I don't really know how to explain it. It's liberating.

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One night stand...

It wasn't intended to be, but that is what it was. I saw a girl at the lake near my mother's house. I managed to get her phone number (from her father) and called her up. I'll call her by her initials... SAL. We were both in highschool, but she lived across town. For weeks our relationship progressed entirely over the phone. We had never met. One day, we decided we should. I got my older brother to drop me off at her house. Her parents were working. We kissed a lot. We talked. The subject turned to sex. She was a virgin, I was not. One thing led to another and we were naked on the bottom bunk of the beds in her room. I was on top of her.... we had not planned this out so I had not brought a condom. My real life girlfriend (now my wife) was home doing whatever she was doing while I was taking the virginity of a girl I had literally just met face to face for the first time. We had lots of talk over the phone about seeing each other and doing it again, but it never worked out.

We are friends now on Facebook. Neither of us have ever brought it up. I added her, she accepted. We've not even talked... not even online. We just sit there on each other's FB friend list. She was one of only three women I have had sex with. I wonder if she ever thinks about me... if she even realizes who I am or if she is one of those people who accept every invite. We're both married now. It wouldn't matter anyway.

I fell in love online once...

MJ... I met her in an MMO... Star Wars Galaxies. She was actually the friend (both real life and in game) of a woman I had a crush on. The two of them were always together and before long, the three of us were playing 5 or six hours a night... five or six days a week. The game was so much fun back then.

Socially, I am pretty shy, especially around new people, so I didn't talk much to MJ at first. I thought she was amazing... but way out of my league. She thought I didn't like her because I didn't talk to her much. Being shy usually gets me the "you must be innocent and naive" reaction. It was no different here. I'm a bit of a nerd at heart and that comes out in social situations. Until one day, our mutual friend was late getting into the game and then came on long enough to tell us she couldn't stay on. We went out on our own because neither wanted to offend the other. We got to talking. We discovered we both liked each other... a lot. More and more it was just the two of us. We were both married and came up with our own code to alert each other when our spouse was watching over our shoulder so we could watch what we say. We fell in love.

It was not long at all before she discovered I was not as innocent as I came across. I already knew she wasn't. We lived so far apart and I never got to meet her face to face. Unfortunately, I made a mistake and took a week off from the game and did not contact her. She was hurt by it. Others had hurt her before. We are still friends, but the romance was ended. I still love her. A part of me always will.

Submission

My sexual interests, specifically in porn, tend to shift from time to time. It seems that whatever I am into at the time tends to take over. Lately, I have felt especially drawn to porn involving submissive men and more dominant women. I've take a real interest in the pics of pussy licking men, which is interesting as up to this point, I have never really had much interest in those kinds of pics. I'm also finding myself drawn to pics of women fucking men with strap-ons and MMF bisexual threesomes. Mostly though, it has been all about the pussy.

When I say "dominant women" and "submissive men", I'm not so much talking about the kind of porn where the man is considered filth and beneath the women... where they are humiliating him with derogatory names and physical and verbal abuse. It's hard to explain... consider instead the way a woman would feel about a puppy or the condescension that might normally be reserved from an adult towards a child. In other words, I enjoy a submissiveness where the woman is superior to the man in a more casual and natural sense. One where she can punish if she needs to, but not that she must do so in order to subdue him or to specifically humiliate him for her own pleasure. While I do enjoy the sense of humiliation, I prefer it to flow more naturally. I guess a better way to put it is I prefer the woman to be placed on a pedestal by the man rather than the man being forcefully subdued by the woman.

The last two times I have showered with EC, I have taken the soap and washed her from head to toe. I especially enjoyed the time I spent on my knees in front of her, soaping her pussy... her ass... her legs... her feet... while the water cascaded off of her body... splashing me uncomfortably in the face while my cock hung erect in obvious enjoyment. When I have licked her pussy the last few times, I have positioned her conspicuously at the edge of the bed so I can kneel down on my knees to make her cum. I love being at her feet.

She is shy and timid by nature. But in my mind, she is in control. I serve her because I love her and because it is my place. I love the way it makes me feel. I wish we could make this a part of our normal, everyday life.

Permission to play...

I'm not entirely sure what to think right now. My wife has brought up a discussion several times today about me going out and finding sex on the side. She's pretty vanilla and even getting a blow job usually requires a lot of working up to it. Anal sex is out of the question these days and anything that would be considered a fetish is pretty tough to get. She gave me a hand once with her dirty sock. She can understand why I would want her to use her dirty panties, but the sock was a little out there for her and the idea of using her shoe is pretty far out there. I've been asking a lot lately about discussing the use of a strap-on (her fucking me) and that seems to be completely out of the question as is any kind of pee play, even in the shower.

So today, she's brought up again and again the idea that if I got the sex I am looking for (that she is uncomfortable doing) elsewhere, then our marriage might be better for it. On some level she may have a point, but of course you have to question how the other shoe is going to drop.

Every time I would accept it as though she were joking, she would bring it back up. I told her it almost sounded like she was trying to talk me into it. She doesn't want me to have a girlfriend, because it would have to just be about the sex. If it weren't illegal in this state, she would prefer it to be a prostitute and as she knows I sometimes travel through Vegas, suggested that I might find one there. She said as long as it was not in our house, she was ok with it. She won't come along or watch and probably does not want the details, but damn... what do I do with this? Nothing for now. I admit, I am intrigued. It's a huge turn on to even imagine she wants to let me do something like this.

I suggested I could find another man to play with. She had joked about it earlier and said, hey you did say once you were curious. So I said, ok... what if I do it. She seemed a little surprised and asked if I really was that curious. I told her I am. Definitely not in an emotional relationship, but just in the sex. She isn't turned on at all by the idea of two men having sex and she said as much. I asked her how it would affect our marriage if I did. She said she didn't know. She said she's mostly ok with another woman but isn't sure how she feels yet about another guy. I'll bring it up again and see where it goes.

At the moment, I feel like a pretty lucky guy, though all in all, I'd really like to have the kinky sex with her.

I love fucking shoes (retifism)

I have a shoe fetish. Not in the sense of buying tons and tons of shoes, but in the sense that women's shoes, especially tennis shoes, turn me on. They don't have to be on a woman. I'm not sure what it is. I can see a pair of shoes... walking through a shoe department even... and I get turned on. I love the way the leather smells... worn or not. I love the way the shoe laces look weaving in and out of the eyelets. I love the way my cock feels inside them. I have had sex with so many pairs... my wife's... her sister's... a few co-workers... a friend in highschool. I find myself somehow intimately connected to the person who owns them, though it is more than that. The truth is, I just like fucking shoes.

It is called retifism. I know it seems like it is out there... my wife thinks it's cute... it is nice to know there is a term for it and that many more people than you might a first suspect are into it.

Strip Pool

"Strip pool" has become a favored pass time when the kids go to bed. I usually have to miss a few shots on purpose so I can get naked too, though my wife is getting pretty good.

I kissed my wife's sister

We fell asleep next to each other on the couch watching television. When I woke up, somehow, my arm was around her and her head was leaning on my shoulder. Before I knew it, still half asleep, I leaned over and kissed her lips. She started to kiss back and then a few seconds into it, she woke up. It was awkward and we have never talked about it... it was such an amazing moment. I so want to kiss her again.

Hard for shoes

Women's shoes for some reason turn me on. I love playing with them. My sister in law's shoes are my favorite, but I also play with my wife's and have played with a few pairs that belong to coworkers.

My wife teases me when we walk through the shoe department in the stores at the mall. I still can't believe I told her.

Naked on the car at 4am

When I was engaged to my ex, she and I moved in to my parent's basement while we got some money saved up for our apartment.

We had an old Plymouth Horizon at the back of the property and one night, we both stripped completely naked and went outside at like 4am. We left our clothes in the basement and didn't take a thing with us. I sat on the front bumper of the car and she climbed on my lap and put her knees on the bumper to either side of me. We were going at it like it was our first time and kept jumping at every little noise. It was fantastic.

If anyone would have caught us, there would have been no way to hide the fact that we were out there naked. We were back inside barely a half hour when we heard my dad get up for work. One of my favorite times. I miss her, she was something else.

My wife was my first

Of course, we were not married at the time... we were in highschool. I went out, embarrassed as hell and bought a box of condoms. We went out and started making out in the grass behind my garage. I helped her pull down her shorts and panties and pulled mine down just enough to get my cock out. I barely had the condom on and was inside her. I love having sex outside though we don't get many opportunities these days.
We broke up after I graduated high school but got back together after she graduated.

Hand job on the school bus

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Cumming in math class

In 10th grade Algebra class I sat in the back row behind a really hot cheerleader who I think was a junior at the time. One day while everyone was focused on the teacher, I noticed she had taken off her shoes and was sort of toe-ing at the floor and her shoes while she took notes. I moved my hand below my desk and started rubbing my dick through my jeans with the side of my pencil.

I was so transfixed on her socked feet that I had to keep reminding myself to look around and make sure no one was watching. Before long, I started pressing harder with the pencil and I came in my pants in the back of math class staring at this older girl's feet and shoes.

Math was second period. Luckily, my underwear did a good job of absorbing the cum. I walked around the rest of the day with cum in my pants.

Mmmmmm! I love her toes!

Ever since we were teenagers, I have loved to suck on her toes.

Sometimes, when we are fooling around in bed, I will close my eyes and pretend her big toe is a little cock. I like to run my tongue between her toes and kiss the bottoms of her feet. It is so much better in the winter time. She always wears flip flops or sandals in the summer but she wears socks in the winter keep her toes nice and warm and they always smell and taste so much better.

Her perfect ass

I love kissing my wife's naked butt. She has such a sexy ass. I love to get down on my knees and slide her panties down and press my lips against her warm skin.

I like to slide my hands up her legs to her hips and pull her into me. I love to leave little hickies as I kiss and suck her.

I could spend an hour on my knees behind her. It's one of my favorite things to do when she's doing dishes. I've become very familiar with the kitchen floor over the years,

There she was...

She lived down the street from me. I had a crush on her all through childhood. Once, I was riding my bike down the street and glanced over at her house as I always did, just thinking about her. She had no idea I was interested in her. I was too shy to tell her how I felt.

It was getting dark out and her light was on. When I looked up, she was in her room. She had obviously just gotten out of the tub and was in a white bra and panties. I ended up crashing my bike into the ditch more or less across the street from her house. I laid there in the ditch and watched her dry her hair, straighten her room, and put on her pajamas until she turned out the light to go to sleep.

I managed to see her a few more times over the years. I still love to catch an unexpected glimpse of her in her panties.

12 feet away

We were in high school and fucking like bunnies sometimes two and three times a day. It was getting late and her mom told her it was time for me to go home. We were standing on the steps next to the back door saying our drawn out, extended goodbyes.
Her mom was about 12 feet away with her back to us doing dishes at the sink. We were kissing and leaning into each other and I moved the bottom of her shorts and panties over and starting fingering her pussy. She was a little nervous because her mom was right there but we were both into it and feeling mischievous and dirty made it all that much hotter.

I moved my shorts aside and pulled my very hard dick out and quietly slipped it into her and slowly rocked my hips. Her mom occasionally glanced over her shoulder encouraging us to hurry up with the goodbyes and get going. I stopped thrusting just as her head started to turn and before long, I had cum inside her daughter's pussy not 12 feet away from her. We kissed goodbye for real... she told me how bad I was and I was on my way.

Sweet, delicious breast milk

She's been pregnant a few times now in our marriage and each time, I have just loved drinking from her. Her milk is so sweet and delicious. I love how it fills my mouth and she holds my head as I nurse from her. If it were up to me, she would keep it up and I could just replace any need for picking it up from the grocery store. That would be fantastic!

I regret missed opportunities

We were having sex in my office at the house. She was in a sex swing and I was standing up in front of her. After I came inside her and helped her out of the swing, some of my cum dripped from her pussy and landed on her foot.
She knows how much I love sucking her toes and kissing her feet. She lifted her foot up and sort of half jokingly asked if I would like to have a lick. I froze. I was so embarrassed because I told her once I was curious about eating cum. She has kissed me after a blow job before and I've eaten her creampie a few times. I don't know why this was somehow so different. I guess because kissing her feet is submissive as it is. Eating my own cum from her pussy is sexually pleasing her at the same time... being kissed is passive. In this case... it would have been solely for the purpose of me eating my cum. Of course, I do it all the time privately but this would have been different.

I so regret not taking her up on it. Random chance handed me an opportunity and I passed it up. Now, it is likely my only chance will be to purposefully jack off on her feet and clean her up. One of these days, I will.

Losing my virginity

I was fifteen. She was thirteen. I'd had a crush on her since elementary school and eventually, I got up the courage to talk to her and eventually to ask her to be my girlfriend and finally, everything had come together to bring us to this moment.
She was lying in the grass behind my garage with her shorts and panties around her ankles. I had my shorts pulled down just enough to let my cock free, harder than it has ever been.

I can still remember every moment... every touch... the kiss... the feeling of her bare legs pressing in on either side of me... the tight feeling of the condom on my cock... her nervous breathing getting heavier... her heart beating rapidly beneath my chest... her boobs pressing into me... the grass between my fingers...

... the amazing feeling of entering her for the first time. I can still feel her tight pussy slipping past every inch of my cock... hearing her take a deep sharp breath... I was her first and she was mine... the orgasm was different than anything I had ever experienced.

I loved my first time with her. How many people end up marrying the one they gave their virginity to?

If only...

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Entirely by accident

I was staying the night at my brother 's house when I was in highschool. He had gone out to work early in the morning. The baby was fussing upstairs. I went up to check on her and then went into my brother's bedroom to tell his wife that the baby was upset and I didn't know what to do.

She was still asleep, laying on her back... mostly under the covers but one side of her was uncovered and she was apparently naked. Her breast was exposed. She is unbelievably attractive and I couldn't believe I was seeing this.

I backed out of the room and did my best to quiet the baby. A few minutes later, I was locked in the bathroom inhaling from a pair of her panties that I had found on the bathroom floor while I masturbated with my pants around my ankles.

I have always regretting not taking a longer look... perhaps a quick touch... perhaps seeing how deep a sleeper she was... perhaps a little more exploring.

Oh to be a teenager again!

Dirty Panties

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We all fell asleep

She fell asleep in our bed watching television when she stayed over one night... we all did... myself, my wife, and her younger sister.

I woke up in the middle of the night to find her bare foot pressed against my cheek. I was hard as a rock. Both of them were asleep. My wife was sleeping on her side facing me. Her sister was laying between us with her head at the foot of the bed. I snuck a lick at her sister's foot and when she didn't stir and my wife's eyes did not pop open I adjusted a little and started sucking on her toes... all the while watching my wife sleep. Half because I was scared to death she would wake up. Half because it added so much to the experience.

We were all on top of the covers and I pulled her other foot to my cock, pulled my cock out of my shorts and rubbed myself against her... slowly.... watching my wife's face for any sign of movement. I experimented with feeling my way up her leg and slipped my fingers just inside her panties... then a little further... the tip... the knuckle... she stirred and I froze... I had a finger in her pussy, a toe in my mouth, and my cock out with her foot pressed against it. No one woke up. I managed to stay married. I pulled my hand free and tasted her. It was heaven. I came all over her foot and realizing I couldn't let her wake up this way, I licked my cum off of her, the first time I had ever managed to get myself to eat my own cum.

I'm in love with her. People do stupid crazy things when they are in love. I was half asleep... drunk with hormones... stupid and crazy in love. I should have felt bad for what I did.... part of me did... strangely I don't regret it.

I reached down and intertwined my fingers in hers and held hands until I fell asleep. At some point, I was startled awake when her hand came free as she rolled over in the bed. Her foot was again pressed against my face. I gave it a kiss and fell back asleep, not bothering to move it aside.