



I met him (“X”) unexpectedly. A mutual friend happened to be in town. Just dinner, but throughout night, we danced around topics like sugaring, sexual deviance in our city. “He has potential”, I told my partner. We’d been thinking about a third for a while, and maybe there was something here?
My husband was away, so I asked him out for drinks. I just wanted to know if he’d be open, nothing more. I asked him out to a chill cocktail bar. Good conversation. He’d later tell me I was being flirty, leaning in and making more than casual eye contact.
He asked if I wanted to join his friends at a different bar. More dancing, he said. We got there and it was clear - this was different. He introduced me to his lady friend who started grinding herself against X as the dance music played…I leaned against the bar with my martini, ready to people watch.
That’s when it happened. X noticed my amusement, came over and ran his fingers down my back, around my waist. Whispering into my ear from the back, he said “you like watching, don’t you?”. I must have arched my back, and he took the cue to lean up against my ass, pressing me against the bar.
It happened too quickly from there - he groped my ass hard with one hand. I didn’t resist and let him grope my boob with the other. Then he spun me around and kissed me, sucking on my bottom lip just a bit too hard. “I knew it”, he said, “you’re naughtier than you look, aren’t you”.
Just like that he was aggressively groping and kissing me in full view of everyone, and at one point I saw the guy across the bar giving X approving looks. But I liked the attention, so I didn’t stop him. I felt him bulge up. He reached under my dress and skilfully ran his finger across my clit. A fleeting action but he found my wetness quickly.
“Let’s go somewhere quieter”. I followed him, and he led me to a room in the back. Quite accessible, but there were thick curtains. So we made out behind the curtains, and he was all ready to unbuckle and whip out his cock. “Not so fast, not so easy” - I knelt down and sized up his cock first - if there’s anything I know how to do well, it’s a good blowjob. His cock swelled and twitched in my mouth, and I was getting very, very wet myself.
But my husband was coming home that night. I had updated him on what was happening, and he made me promise that he would get dibs on my pussy that night. So I left X, and his lady friend, who had wanted a threesome. But not without letting X grope me a little more, which I really enjoyed.
Fastforward a few hours and my husband is home. I’m dripping and aching for cock in bed, changed into a cute pure-looking white lingerie set. The moment he came home I whipped out his cock and put it in my mouth, then made him rail me hard. I won’t say more about the sex with him, but suffice to say that he was riled up, and wanted me to remember that I could be a slut but I was still HIS submissive little slut.
We went on a holiday recently, as we were in between jobs so it seemed like an opportune moment for a short summer break. Just for kicks, we decided we'd go back to her old college town, where she hasn't been since she graduated almost 10 years ago.
And boy, was it a hotpast treasure trove!
The trip was full of anecdotes like, "oh this was the park I got fingered at" and "we later got horny then moved to that apartment block there and had sex in the stairwell." My particular favourite?
"This was where my ex stayed. Every Saturday, our ritual was to have morning sex, then head across the street for all-you-can-eat beef hotpot"
It was fun to walk the literal streets of her slut phase!
We went on a holiday recently, as we were in between jobs so it seemed like an opportune moment for a short summer break. Just for kicks, we decided we'd go back to her old college town, where she hasn't been since she graduated almost 10 years ago.
And boy, was it a hotpast treasure trove!
The trip was full of anecdotes like, "oh this was the park I got fingered at" and "we later got horny then moved to that apartment block there and had sex in the stairwell." My particular favourite?
"This was where my ex stayed. Every Saturday, our ritual was to have morning sex, then head across the street for all-you-can-eat beef hotpot"
It was fun to walk the literal streets of her slut phase!