u/HornyHusbandsHideout

Last weekend we were piled into a big beach house with eight other couples and all the kids. Late one night a few of the wives were drinking and laughing and somehow the conversation turned to making money on the side. One of them said they should start an OnlyFans-type thing just showing their feet — stepping on food, foot fetish stuff, the whole deal. Another one jumped in and said they could sell jars of their farts because she’d heard guys actually buy that. Everyone cracked up, but then they kept talking about it like it wasn’t a total joke.
A couple of them said posting used panties would be the easiest thing ever — just go for a morning walk, bag them, and ship them out. One of the husbands (me included) was like, “Careful, slippery slope… next thing you know some guy wants a picture of you standing on his balls.” A couple of the wives basically shrugged and said by that point they’d probably be comfortable enough to do it. The rest of the husbands were laughing and telling them to go for it and make some money.
There are five of these moms who seemed the most into the idea. They’re all regular suburban wives in their 40s/early 50s, kids, minivans, the whole thing. None of them are the type you’d expect to be talking about selling their farts or posting feet online.
So here’s the question:
Should these five start a Reddit account (or a private page) just posting their feet and see what happens? And be honest — do you think this stays at feet and used panties, or does it pretty quickly turn into something a lot dirtier and more personal?
Curious what people actually think.

Just nice cuddling, chatting and relaxing.
I crave some intimacy.

Do you?

It was terrible, but now I jerk off to it all the time.
I was watching a dirty movie and started jerking my dick In my recliner.
I had a robe on and opened it for a comfortable grab.
I must have dosed off.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and could see the TV being turned off.
I looked up to see my MIL standing over me, nervously trying to not make it obvious that she saw my completely erect penis on full display.
I jerk off to the thought of -Did she stare at it before I woke up. Did it give her a jolt down there?
Has she been rubbing her pussy thinking about it?

God I wish I knew.

I must confess I’m addicted.

I love a woman’s ass.

Smells, licks, fucks.

I love em all.

You?

We were still standing there when the wives got up.
My wife and his moved in front of us at the same time, like they’d somehow planned it without saying a word. They stood close, almost shoulder to shoulder, and started working on our belts. I glanced sideways at him. He looked back at me with the exact same expression I felt on my face: here we go.
My wife unbuttoned my pants and tugged the zipper down. His wife did the same to him. Both of us were already hard enough that our cocks just flopped out the second the fabric gave way. They hung there, heavy and obvious, right in front of their faces.
I saw my wife’s eyes lock onto his cock for a full second longer than they needed to. She didn’t even try to hide it. Her tongue came out and slowly dragged across her bottom lip. That tiny movement hit me like a punch and a stroke at the same time. Jealousy flared hot in my stomach, but my dick jumped straight up and stayed there, rigid.
His wife looked over at mine and smiled. Then both of them started giggling.
“Well,” my wife said, “these guys are ready.”
They both laughed at how our cocks had just popped out and were hanging there like they were waiting. My wife wrapped her hand around me, leaned in, and took just the head into her mouth. She pulled off after a few seconds and looked up.
“I can already taste your pre-cum,” she said, almost impressed.
His wife made a soft little sound. “Oh my God, I love that.” She leaned forward, took the tip of her husband’s cock between her lips, and licked it slowly. “Yeah… I can taste it a little bit too.”
They both started sucking us properly after that. Two beautiful women on their knees (or bent over, I don’t even remember exactly), working their own husbands while we stood there side by side like we were being worshipped. It felt surreal. I kept glancing at him and he kept glancing at me. Neither of us said a word.
After a couple of minutes I couldn’t take the quiet anymore. I put a hand on the back of my wife’s head and gently pulled her off me.
“Baby,” I said, voice low. “Look at what she’s doing.”
She turned her head while still holding my cock and watched his wife sucking him. She stared for a long few seconds.
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We met the way a lot of guys meet these days—two bored married men scrolling Reddit late at night. He was 45, I was a few years older. Both of us still with our wives, both of us still trying. The difference was that his wife would actually talk about the fantasies. Mine mostly stayed quiet.
We started with the usual shit. What kind of porn we liked. He said MFM, DP, the works. I told him I’d been drifting that direction myself—three-ways where the guys weren’t afraid to be close. He wasn’t bi. Neither was I. But the idea of having a JO bud, just watching porn and stroking next to another guy who got it, felt strangely comfortable.
That first night we talked for almost two hours. He told me his wife still liked the fantasy of other men but that was as far as it went. I told him I couldn’t even get mine to discuss it out loud. Somewhere in the middle of all that honest loneliness we started building the same picture without meaning to.
What if we were both out with our wives one night. Nice dresses. A little cleavage. A few drinks. Hotel bar, rooms upstairs. We plant the seed quietly—me whispering to my wife about how big his cock looked in those jeans, him doing the same to his. Just enough to get them looking at each other differently.
We kept coming back to it over the next couple of weeks. The fantasy got sharper every time. Eventually we stopped pretending it was only a fantasy.
We planned it like two nervous guys who still weren’t sure they had the guts. Same hotel. Same weekend. Separate rooms on the same floor. Dinner first, then the bar. No pressure, no big speeches. Just see if the temperature rose.
It did.
By the time we got upstairs my wife was flushed and quiet in that way she gets when she’s turned on but trying not to show it. His wife kept glancing at me and then looking away fast. We ended up in their room somehow. Four of us. Two king beds pushed close. Lights low.
We started exactly the way we said we would. Making out with our own wives on opposite sides of the room. Slow. Hands under dresses. The sound of zippers and soft breathing. I watched him pull his wife’s dress down her shoulders while I did the same to mine. The air felt thick.
Clothing came off piece by piece. My wife’s bra first, then her panties sliding down her thighs while she looked at me like she couldn’t believe we were actually doing this. Across from us his wife was already naked, athletic body, fake tits that looked natural enough in the dim light. He had her legs open, two fingers working her while she kept glancing at my wife’s body.
I kissed my wife deeper and slid my hand between her legs. She was soaked. I started rubbing her the way I know she likes—slow circles on her clit, two fingers curling inside every few strokes. Across the short space between the beds he was doing the same to his wife. We could hear everything. Wet sounds. Soft gasps. The occasional whispered “fuck.”
My wife’s eyes kept flicking over to the other bed. His wife’s did the same. Neither of them said stop.
I kept kissing her while I worked her closer. Her hips started rolling against my hand. I could see him doing the exact same thing—kissing his wife’s neck, fingers moving faster, her thighs trembling. We were mirrored. Two husbands masturbating their wives toward the same finish line while the other couple watched.
My wife came first. She buried her face against my shoulder and shook, quiet but hard, one hand locked around my wrist so I wouldn’t stop. Ten seconds later his wife arched up off the bed with a broken little moan, legs clamping around his hand.
We stayed like that for a long moment—both of us still kissing our wives, both of us still gently rubbing them through the aftershocks. The room was quiet except for breathing.
Then my wife lifted her head, looked straight across at the other woman, and said it soft but clear:
“I think it’s these guys’ turn.”
His wife nodded once, still catching her breath, and answered just as quietly.
“Yeah. Their turn.”
Neither of us moved for a second. The plan had only ever gone this far in our heads. Now the two of them were looking at us the same way we’d been looking at them all night.
Something in the air shifted.
And that was the moment everything stopped being just talk.

If you would like to read part 2, let me know in the comments.

Throwaway account because I need to get this off my chest quick.
I’m a 58-year-old married guy. Yesterday I stopped into this cheap old-school strip club in New Jersey just for a couple lap dances. Ended up getting seven in a row from the same thick, beautiful Black dancer with the biggest, softest ass.
Five of those dances I spent on my knees eating her pussy like I was addicted (because I am). Face buried between her cheeks, tongue deep, licking her asshole while I fingered and sucked her clit until she came multiple times. She kept moaning that her man never eats her like that.
Then on the last songs she pulled my cock out and started sucking me while I stayed seated. I reached around and rubbed her tight asshole with my fingers, teasing and circling it as she bobbed on my cock. The feeling was insane. I blew my load so hard down her throat I almost blacked out.
It was the filthiest, hottest thing I’ve done in years. I can’t stop replaying it — the taste of her, the way she shook when she came on my face, and that final blowjob with my fingers on her ass. I’m seriously addicted to eating pussy and ass.
Back to real life feeling guilty as hell… but already thinking about going back.
That’s it. Had to tell someone.

I’m straight so far in life.
Getting older and more comfortable in my own skin.

I only have experience from a woman’s point of view.

What would a gay person think about my penis?

I stood up at the town meeting, my voice shaking. “These bandits have been terrorizing the town. Three or four women at a time. They grab men, strip them, force plugs and toys into their asses, stroke and suck them until they cum, then dump them naked in public. I tried to tell the police but they didn’t believe me. He’s gonna get attacked next if somebody doesn’t do something.”
The room went completely silent. Then a hand went up. A woman stood slowly.
“I have something to say,” she said, voice trembling. “I was a victim. They got me last night.”

I was leaving the 7-Eleven, heading to my car, when I stopped at a mailbox to drop off some letters. That’s when strong hands grabbed me from behind — one around my waist, another clamping over my mouth. They dragged me into a van and took off.
They never said a word. My clothes were ripped off in seconds and tossed aside. I begged them to stop, but they spread my arms and legs wide. Cold lube was poured all over me. Fingers pushed deep into my ass, stretching me, then a large thick butt plug was rubbed in more lube and shoved inside me in one hard thrust. It filled me completely. A moment later it started vibrating hard. I pleaded with them to take it out — it hurt, it was too much — but they ignored me.
One of them started undressing. She was a curvy young woman, maybe 22-25, with thick red hair and a wicked smile. She climbed over me, straddled my face, and lowered her pussy and ass right onto my mouth and nose. At the same time, a powerful magic wand vibrator was pressed hard against my clit.
The combination was overwhelming — the plug vibrating deep in my ass, the wand on my clit, this stranger grinding on my face. I tried to resist but my tongue came out and I started licking her. She moaned and laughed. “She’s licking me! She’s eating my pussy! I told you she would!”
They took turns riding my face. Each woman tasted different. Each one used me while the toys drove me crazy. I came over and over, screaming into their pussies.
Finally the van stopped. A blindfold went over my eyes. The doors opened to the sound of a huge crowd gasping. They dumped me out completely naked, bound, the vibrating plug still in my ass, a thick realistic dildo in my pussy, and another in my mouth. I was left right in the middle of the college quad, orgasming helplessly in public.
Someone removed the blindfold. A young woman pulled the dildo from my mouth. I gasped, “Please… take the one in my pussy out…” I spread my legs and people stared in shock at the big 9-inch black dildo still buried inside me. A college guy slowly slid it out and I came hard, screaming, my pussy clenching while phones started recording.
“Please turn me over and take the plug out of my ass,” I begged.
They flipped me onto my stomach, ass up and fully exposed. A 63-year-old woman with short white hair and glasses stepped forward — Doris. She looked almost kind, but her eyes were hungry. Two others spread my cheeks wide. Doris gripped the base of the still-vibrating plug and slowly started pulling it out.
Every inch made me moan and drip. She paused when the widest part stretched me open. “Should I take it all the way out?” she asked calmly.
I was panting. “Please… I’m gonna cum if you don’t…”
She teased it back in just a little, then finally pulled it free. The biggest orgasm of my life hit me. I screamed and squirted hard — spraying all over Doris, the young guy, and everyone nearby. My pussy juice went everywhere. Some people cheered. Everyone was filming. I couldn’t believe it was happening to me in front of all those strangers.
If nobody does something about these women, this is going to keep happening. And the scariest part? After everything they did to me… part of me can’t stop thinking about it.
The room stayed silent. People shifted uncomfortably in their seats, faces flushed. Everyone looked scared… but you could tell many were secretly thinking the same thing.
Some of that sounds amazing.

You’re not gonna believe what happened to me one time… I still can’t believe I came so hard (M58)
Throwaway for obvious reasons. I’m a married guy in my late 50s. Always been pretty vanilla, but lately I’ve been reading some wild forced/milking stories and they’ve been messing with my head. Never thought anything like this would actually happen to me.
Last night I was at this big community thing in the park — music, flags, families, the works. I stayed a little too long after dark, wandering around once most people had cleared out. That’s when three women (all in their 20s-30s) came out of nowhere. One of them was this thick redhead with curly hair I’d been staring at earlier. She was wearing those skin-tight light blue flare jeans that made her ass look insane. I thought they were just fucking with me at first.
They weren’t.
Before I could even react they had my arms behind my back and a cloth over my mouth. Next thing I know I’m being dragged behind some trees near the picnic area, zip-tied to a bench with my pants yanked down around my ankles. I’m freaking out, whispering “what the fuck are you doing” but they just laughed quietly.
The redhead smirked and said “We saw you looking at my ass all night, daddy. Time to pay up.” One of them pulled out a thick vibrating butt plug, lubed it up right in front of me, and shoved it in deep while I grunted and squirmed. The second it started buzzing against my prostate I felt my cock twitch even though my brain was in full panic mode.
They took turns stroking me. Slow at first, teasing my tip, then faster. The vibrations in my ass were relentless. I was rock hard in under a minute — harder than I’ve been in months. I kept saying “stop, someone’s gonna see” but they just kept going. The redhead knelt down so her face was inches from my cock while she jerked me, whispering “Look at you… leaking like a desperate slut for us.”
People were still packing up in the distance. I could hear voices — including what sounded like her dad calling her name at one point. That made it a thousand times worse (and hotter). The humiliation was crushing… and my cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.
I tried to hold back. I really did. But between the plug hammering my prostate and three soft hands taking turns edging me, I lost it. I came so fucking hard — hands-free spurts at first, then they milked the rest out while I moaned like an animal. My legs were shaking. Cum everywhere. The redhead even caught some on her fingers and tasted it while looking me right in the eyes.
They untied me, patted my cheek, and disappeared into the night laughing. I sat there for ten minutes trying to process what the hell just happened. My ass was still buzzing from the plug they left inside me.
I’m back home now next to my sleeping wife and I’ve jerked off twice thinking about it already. I feel disgusting… but I’ve never cum that hard in my life. The shame is real, but so is the boner I get every time I replay it.
Has anyone else ever had something like this happen? Or am I just completely fucked in the head now?