u/Aggravating-Dirt-432

My wife I had been together since we met in college and while we were perfectly happy with all aspects of our life. With us entering our mid 30’s we both agreed our sex life had become somewhat stale. That’s when the idea arose to spice things up and visit our local swingers club.

We both dressed in our best clubbing outfits.
Jess dressed in a stunning little red split thigh number that left very little to the imagination and perfectly complemented her small yet somewhat “thicc” frame.

Jess and I sat at our table near the bar, yet another failed suitor leaving us thinking we’re wasting our time here .
As I scan the bar looking for another candidate I spot you.
“What about them?” I say as i gesture in your direction.
“They’re our last one for the night, if they don’t work out I think we’ll call it a night” says Jess as we get up and make towards your table.
“Are these seats taken ?” Jess says as I pull a chair out for her and we sit down.

Hey DPP! I hope you like my idea! As for who you are I have no real preference. You could be another couple, solo Male, Female, Trans I’m open to it all.

I’m open to this being a cuckold rp but please don’t message me with “dude I’ll totally fuck your wife while you watch”
I’m good for 2-3 paragraphs and expect you to do the same.

Kinks include: Biplay, Anal, Lingerie, Drugs, Alcohol, Double Penetration, Soft dom, Pegging, Strap on’s, Watching, Filming, Couple Swapping, Facials,Deepthroat.

Limits Include: Animals,Scat,Excessive body hair,Anything Hyper,Watersports and anything just plain unrealistic to be honest.

To let me know you’ve read this far please open with how you’d react to us sitting down at your table, followed by kinks and limits, a character description or reference image. And finally the password which is “Pineapple Express”

The scent of vanilla and expensive lace filled our bedroom, thick enough to taste. I leaned against the doorframe, my breath hitching as I watched Emma struggle with the zipper of her dress. The black fabric clung to her five-foot frame like a second skin, the split thigh revealing a glimpse of pale, soft skin every time she shifted.

"Do I look okay? Be honest, James," she murmured, glancing at me through the mirror.
Her blonde hair cascaded down to the middle of her back in shimmering waves, contrasting sharply with the midnight black of the dress. The neckline plunged, putting her 34DDs on full display. I could see the subtle, tantalizing protrusions of her pierced nipples pressing against the thin material, a secret we shared that always sent a jolt of heat straight to my gut.

I walked up behind her, my hands sliding around her waist to pull her back against my chest.
"You look like a goddess," I whispered, pressing a kiss to the curve of her neck. "I can't believe I get to show you off tonight."
Emma leaned her head back, her blue eyes locking onto mine in the reflection. A flicker of nerves danced in her gaze, but there was a spark of curiosity there too.

"You're sure about this? A swingers club is a big leap from our usual Friday nights," she said, her voice trailing off into a soft sigh as my hands wandered lower.
"We've been together since high school, Em. Seven years of marriage and I still can't get enough of you. I just thought... maybe adding another woman to the mix would be the spark we need."

She giggled, a melodic sound that eased the tension in the room.
"Another woman, huh? Always the optimist."

The drive to the venue was a blur of anticipation. When we stepped inside, the world shifted into a haze of deep crimson lights and velvet shadows. A slow, bass-heavy rhythm pulsed through the floorboards, vibrating in my marrow. The air smelled of musk, sandalwood, and a lingering, electric charge of raw desire.

I kept my arm firmly around Emma's waist, my eyes scanning the room for a couple that looked compatible. I imagined a lithe brunette joining us, someone who could worship Emma while I took the lead.

"James, look," Emma whispered, her voice sounding different—breathier, more focused.
I followed her gaze. Two men, both tall and athletic with hungry expressions, had stopped their conversation entirely. They weren't looking at me. Their eyes were locked on the swell of Emma's breasts and the daring slit of her dress.

One of them winked, his gaze lingering on her lips with a boldness that made my pulse quicken. Emma didn't pull away; instead, she arched her back slightly, pushing her chest forward, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

"I think they like me," she whispered.
The plan in my head began to shift as I realized Emma wasn't looking for another girl.

The scent of vanilla and expensive lace filled our bedroom, thick enough to taste. I leaned against the doorframe, my breath hitching as I watched Emma struggle with the zipper of her dress. The black fabric clung to her five-foot frame like a second skin, the split thigh revealing a glimpse of pale, soft skin every time she shifted.

"Do I look okay? Be honest, James," she murmured, glancing at me through the mirror.
Her blonde hair cascaded down to the middle of her back in shimmering waves, contrasting sharply with the midnight black of the dress. The neckline plunged, putting her 34DDs on full display. I could see the subtle, tantalizing protrusions of her pierced nipples pressing against the thin material, a secret we shared that always sent a jolt of heat straight to my gut.

I walked up behind her, my hands sliding around her waist to pull her back against my chest.
"You look like a goddess," I whispered, pressing a kiss to the curve of her neck. "I can't believe I get to show you off tonight."
Emma leaned her head back, her blue eyes locking onto mine in the reflection. A flicker of nerves danced in her gaze, but there was a spark of curiosity there too.

"You're sure about this? A swingers club is a big leap from our usual Friday nights," she said, her voice trailing off into a soft sigh as my hands wandered lower.
"We've been together since college, Em. Seven years of marriage and I still can't get enough of you. I just thought... maybe adding another woman to the mix would be the spark we need."

She giggled, a melodic sound that eased the tension in the room.
"Another woman, huh? Always the optimist."

The drive to the venue was a blur of anticipation. When we stepped inside, the world shifted into a haze of deep crimson lights and velvet shadows. A slow, bass-heavy rhythm pulsed through the floorboards, vibrating in my marrow. The air smelled of musk, sandalwood, and a lingering, electric charge of raw desire.

I kept my arm firmly around Emma's waist, my eyes scanning the room for a couple that looked compatible. I imagined a lithe brunette joining us, someone who could worship Emma while I took the lead.

"James, look," Emma whispered, her voice sounding different—breathier, more focused.
I followed her gaze. Two men, both tall and athletic with hungry expressions, had stopped their conversation entirely. They weren't looking at me. Their eyes were locked on the swell of Emma's breasts and the daring slit of her dress.

One of them winked, his gaze lingering on her lips with a boldness that made my pulse quicken. Emma didn't pull away; instead, she arched her back slightly, pushing her chest forward, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

"I think they like me," she whispered.
The plan in my head began to shift as I realized Emma wasn't looking for another girl.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

[M4F] Opening up our marriage.

The scent of vanilla and expensive lace filled our bedroom, thick enough to taste. I leaned against the doorframe, my breath hitching as I watched Emma struggle with the zipper of her dress. The black fabric clung to her five-foot frame like a second skin, the split thigh revealing a glimpse of pale, soft skin every time she shifted.

"Do I look okay? Be honest, James," she murmured, glancing at me through the mirror.
Her blonde hair cascaded down to the middle of her back in shimmering waves, contrasting sharply with the midnight black of the dress. The neckline plunged, putting her 34DDs on full display. I could see the subtle, tantalizing protrusions of her pierced nipples pressing against the thin material, a secret we shared that always sent a jolt of heat straight to my gut.

I walked up behind her, my hands sliding around her waist to pull her back against my chest.
"You look like a goddess," I whispered, pressing a kiss to the curve of her neck. "I can't believe I get to show you off tonight."
Emma leaned her head back, her blue eyes locking onto mine in the reflection. A flicker of nerves danced in her gaze, but there was a spark of curiosity there too.

"You're sure about this? A swingers club is a big leap from our usual Friday nights," she said, her voice trailing off into a soft sigh as my hands wandered lower.
"We've been together since high school, Em. Seven years of marriage and I still can't get enough of you. I just thought... maybe adding another woman to the mix would be the spark we need."

She giggled, a melodic sound that eased the tension in the room.
"Another woman, huh? Always the optimist."

The drive to the venue was a blur of anticipation. When we stepped inside, the world shifted into a haze of deep crimson lights and velvet shadows. A slow, bass-heavy rhythm pulsed through the floorboards, vibrating in my marrow. The air smelled of musk, sandalwood, and a lingering, electric charge of raw desire.

I kept my arm firmly around Emma's waist, my eyes scanning the room for a couple that looked compatible. I imagined a lithe brunette joining us, someone who could worship Emma while I took the lead.

"James, look," Emma whispered, her voice sounding different—breathier, more focused.
I followed her gaze. Two men, both tall and athletic with hungry expressions, had stopped their conversation entirely. They weren't looking at me. Their eyes were locked on the swell of Emma's breasts and the daring slit of her dress.

One of them winked, his gaze lingering on her lips with a boldness that made my pulse quicken. Emma didn't pull away; instead, she arched her back slightly, pushing her chest forward, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

"I think they like me," she whispered.
The plan in my head began to shift as I realized Emma wasn't looking for another girl.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

It's our usual Sunday night poker game and my buddies and I are around the table. Your just lying on the couch watching one of your shows. Things aren’t going well for me, I’ve lost the last 2 hands and I’m almost out of money. You get up to come and see what all the commotion is about, sitting down on my lap. The guys jokingly say that they’ll give me some cash if you flash them?
But you wouldn’t do that…. Would you?

Hey Ladies of DPP I hope you like my idea!! I’d like you to pick up where I left off. Are you a little reluctant? Or are you readily willing?
Maybe this has been a fantasy of yours and you’ve had this planned all along and you’ve got your favourite lingerie on under your track pants and hoody?
Maybe this becomes a regular thing with different guys each week?
Anyway if this interests you send me a message and we can work out the details!

Kinks include: Voyeurism,Groupsex, Lingerie,Mild Humiliation,Bi,Impreg,Double Penetration,Cuckold,Light BDSM and a few others that I can’t think of right now.

Limits Include: Animals,Scat,Excessive body hair,Anything Hyper,Watersports and anything just plain unrealistic to be honest.

My wife I had been together since we met in college and while we were perfectly happy with all aspects of our life. With us entering our mid 30’s we both agreed our sex life had become somewhat stale. That’s when the idea arose to spice things up and visit our local swingers club.

We both dressed in our best clubbing outfits.
Jess dressed in a stunning little red split thigh number that left very little to the imagination and perfectly complemented her small yet somewhat “thicc” frame.

Jess and I sat at our table near the bar, yet another failed suitor leaving us thinking we’re wasting our time here .
As I scan the bar looking for another candidate I spot you.
“What about them?” I say as i gesture in your direction.
“They’re our last one for the night, if they don’t work out I think we’ll call it a night” says Jess as we get up and make towards your table.
“Are these seats taken ?” Jess says as I pull a chair out for her and we sit down.

Hey DPP! I hope you like my idea! As for who you are I have no real preference. You could be another couple, solo Male, Female, Trans I’m open to it all.

I’m open to this being a cuckold rp but please don’t message me with “dude I’ll totally fuck your wife while you watch”
I’m good for 2-3 paragraphs and expect you to do the same.

Kinks include: Biplay, Anal, Lingerie, Drugs, Alcohol, Double Penetration, Soft dom, Pegging, Strap on’s, Watching, Filming, Couple Swapping, Facials,Deepthroat.

Limits Include: Animals,Scat,Excessive body hair,Anything Hyper,Watersports and anything just plain unrealistic to be honest.

To let me know you’ve read this far please open with how you’d react to us sitting down at your table, followed by kinks and limits, a character description or reference image. And finally the password which is “Pineapple Express”

My wife I had been together since we met in college and while we were perfectly happy with all aspects of our life. With us entering our mid 30’s we both agreed our sex life had become somewhat stale. That’s when the idea arose to spice things up and visit our local swingers club.

We both dressed in our best clubbing outfits.
Jess dressed in a stunning little red split thigh number that left very little to the imagination and perfectly complemented her small yet somewhat “thicc” frame.

Jess and I sat at our table near the bar, yet another failed suitor leaving us thinking we’re wasting our time here .
As I scan the bar looking for another candidate I spot you.
“What about them?” I say as i gesture in your direction.
“They’re our last one for the night, if they don’t work out I think we’ll call it a night” says Jess as we get up and make towards your table.
“Are these seats taken ?” Jess says as I pull a chair out for her and we sit down.

Hey DPP! I hope you like my idea! As for who you are I have no real preference. You could be another couple, solo Male, Female, Trans I’m open to it all.

I’m open to this being a cuckold rp but please don’t message me with “dude I’ll totally fuck your wife while you watch”
I’m good for 2-3 paragraphs and expect you to do the same.

Kinks include: Biplay, Anal, Lingerie, Drugs, Alcohol, Double Penetration, Soft dom, Pegging, Strap on’s, Watching, Filming, Couple Swapping, Facials,Deepthroat.

Limits Include: Animals,Scat,Excessive body hair,Anything Hyper,Watersports and anything just plain unrealistic to be honest.

To let me know you’ve read this far please open with how you’d react to us sitting down at your table, followed by kinks and limits, a character description or reference image. And finally the password which is “Pineapple Express”