u/desperate-recovery

I shared this story on another sub recently and thought it was worth sharing here. This took place when I was about 18, so about 18 years ago now. I'm getting old lol.

Anyways I was attending a house party hosted by a good friend of mine from high school, a super cute and sexy little red headed girl, with my on and off ex at the time, a tall blonde with thick thighs. My friend hosting the party had her boyfriend there among the rest of the guests and we were all having a good time, mingling and drinking. Typical night for us in those days.

As the drinking went on, at some point I wound up alone with the two of them in the living room and I can't remember for the life of me how it came up but they started talking about dick sizes. I didn't know it at the time, and didn't find out until years later but it turned out her boyfriend of a few years had a micropenis.

So as you can imagine, when my ex revealed that I had a "huge dick" to use her words, my friend's eyes grew wide and she became very intrigued. They went back and forth for a couple minutes, her not quite believing it my ex and her insisting that it was true while I stand there awkwardly, though admittedly enjoying the conversation for obvious reasons. She was asking how big it was and looking for any details she could get, and out of the blue my ex just goes "You should show it to her!" My friend gave me an excited look at the suggestion, but I brushed it off feeling a little put on the spot and weirded out by the direction the conversation had taken. My ex bugged me to do it a bit more before some other people came into the room and the conversation ended, but the looks my friend was giving me after are something I'll never forget. Like I said she was super sexy, and someone I always had a crush on but given her relationship status I just didn't see it happening back then.

An hour or two later though, I was outside with her and a couple people having a beer while they had smokes and the others went inside leaving us alone together. The look she had given me earlier returned and she started asking me about my dick again. It was less awkward when it was just the two of us, and I'd been drinking so the conversation heated up pretty quick. When she finished her smoke we both went inside together, and discretely slipped downstairs to her bedroom. She closed the door behind us and turned to face me, and told me to show it to her. While the conversation had gotten my blood flowing down south a bit outside, I told her "It's not hard, so it might be a little underwhelming..." She cut me off and just said it again. "Show it to me." I have to admit, I was loving how bossy she was getting about it.

So knowing what I know now, it was definitely a lot bigger than her boyfriend's. A couple years later she confessed to me that his was only 2-3" when hard, which I didn't even know was possible at the time. Poor guy.

As I started to undo my pants I could see her eyes glued to my crotch, it definitely wasn't soft but it wasn't even half hard when I took it out. Upon seeing it she looked back up at me, and I could tell she was excited. It was probably around 4" long in its semi flacid state. Without saying a word she slid to her knees and took it in her mouth, and within 15-30 seconds I was rock hard while she showed me just how skilled she was.

Once it was fully erect she took her mouth away and was holding it in her hand, just looking at it and giving it the occasional slow stroke. I'll never forget that look either. Just fascinated, admiring all 7 inches of it and rolling the foreskin back and forth over the head. She blew me a bit more, though very briefly and when she stopped she just looked up at me and said those magic words. "Do you want to fuck?"

I nodded my head, and she quickly produced a condom, and rolled it on using her mouth. To this day no other girl has done that to me and I think back to that moment often. She lays me down on her bed, climbs on top of me and begins to ride me. We must've only fucked for a minute before she came and immediately climbed off, apologizing and saying she shouldn't have done this. I guess the reality that her boyfriend was upstairs must have come back to her, I had forgotten myself to be honest.

We got dressed quickly and returned to the party never to speak of it again. It wasn't the last time we hooked up, but that was it for the night between the two us. I'm glad my ex was there with me, or I would have gone to bed with blue balls.

As the title says I've become quite addicted to the thrill of sneaking around with women online. Our sex life just feels so stale and this gives me that rush that I haven't experienced with my wife in years. Maybe it's just because of how wrong it is, but I can't get enough of it. I love knowing that there are women who get off on making me harder for them than I get for her, making me feel better than she has in years, making me cum harder than she ever does these days. It's intoxicating and addictive. I crave it all the time. I Iove sneaking away to check messages and see the naughty pictures they send me, knowing that I'm with her and stealing that lustful gaze away from her. She is sleeping next to me as I type this, and I'm dying for more.

I have never shared this story with anyone before, but recently remembered it and haven't been able to get it out of my head. This took place when I was about 18, so about 18 years ago now. Wow, getting old lol...

Anyways! I was attending a house party hosted by a good friend of mine from high school, a super cute and sexy little red headed girl, with my on and off ex at the time, a tall blonde with thick thighs. My friend hosting the party had her boyfriend there among the rest of the guests and we were all having a good time, mingling and drinking. Typical night for us in those days.

As the drinking went on, at some point I wound up alone with the two of them in the living room and I can't remember for the life of me how it came up but they started talking about dick sizes. I didn't know it at the time, and didn't find out until years later but it turned out her boyfriend of a few years had a micropenis.

So as you can imagine, when my ex revealed that I had a "huge dick" to use her words, my friend's eyes grew wide and she became very intrigued. They went back and forth for a couple minutes, her not quite believing it my ex and her insisting that it was true while I stand there awkwardly, though admittedly enjoying the conversation for obvious reasons. She was asking how big it was and looking for any details she could get, and out of the blue my ex just goes "You should show it to her!" My friend gave me an excited look at the suggestion, but I brushed it off feeling a little put on the spot and weirded out by the direction the conversation had taken. My ex bugged me to do it a bit more before some other people came into the room and the conversation ended, but the looks my friend was giving me after are something I'll never forget. Like I said she was super sexy, and someone I always had a crush on but given her relationship status I just didn't see it happening back then.

An hour or two later though, I was outside with her and a couple people having a beer while they had smokes and the others went inside leaving us alone together. The look she had given me earlier returned and she started asking me about my dick again. It was less awkward when it was just the two of us, and I'd been drinking so the conversation heated up pretty quick. When she finished her smoke we both went inside together, and discretely slipped downstairs to her bedroom. She closed the door behind us and turned to face me, and told me to show it to her. While the conversation had gotten my blood flowing down south a bit outside, I told her "It's not hard, so it might be a little underwhelming..." She cut me off and just said it again. "Show it to me." I have to admit, I was loving how bossy she was getting about it.

So knowing what I know now, it was definitely a lot bigger than her boyfriend's. A couple years later she confessed to me that his was only 2-3" when hard, which I didn't even know was possible at the time. Poor guy.

As I started to undo my pants I could see her eyes glued to my crotch, it definitely wasn't soft but it wasn't even half hard when I took it out. Upon seeing it she looked back up at me, and I could tell she was excited. It was probably around 4" long in its semi flacid state. Without saying a word she slid to her knees and took it in her mouth, and within 15-30 seconds I was rock hard while she showed me just how skilled she was.

Once it was fully erect she took her mouth away and was holding it in her hand, just looking at it and giving it the occasional slow stroke. I'll never forget that look either. Just fascinated, admiring all 7 inches of it and rolling the foreskin back and forth over the head. She blew me a bit more, though very briefly and when she stopped she just looked up at me and said those magic words. "Do you want to fuck?"

I nodded my head, and she quickly produced a condom, and rolled it on using her mouth. To this day no other girl has done that to me and I think back to that moment often. She lays me down on her bed, climbs on top of me and begins to ride me. We must've only fucked for a minute before she came and immediately climbed off, apologizing and saying she shouldn't have done this. I guess the reality that her boyfriend was upstairs must have come back to her, I had forgotten myself to be honest.

We got dressed quickly and returned to the party never to speak of it again. It wasn't the last time we hooked up, but that was it for the night between the two us. I'm glad my ex was there with me, or I would have gone to bed with blue balls.

I have never shared this story with anyone before, but recently remembered it and haven't been able to get it out of my head. This took place when I was about 18, so about 18 years ago now. Wow, getting old lol...

Anyways! I was attending a house party hosted by a good friend of mine from high school, a super cute and sexy little red headed girl, with my on and off ex at the time, a tall blonde with thick thighs. My friend hosting the party had her boyfriend there among the rest of the guests and we were all having a good time, mingling and drinking. Typical night for us in those days.

As the drinking went on, at some point I wound up alone with the two of them in the living room and I can't remember for the life of me how it came up but they started talking about dick sizes. I didn't know it at the time, and didn't find out until years later but it turned out her boyfriend of a few years had a micropenis.

So as you can imagine, when my ex revealed that I had a "huge dick" to use her words, my friend's eyes grew wide and she became very intrigued. They went back and forth for a couple minutes, her not quite believing it my ex and her insisting that it was true while I stand there awkwardly, though admittedly enjoying the conversation for obvious reasons. She was asking how big it was and looking for any details she could get, and out of the blue my ex just goes "You should show it to her!" My friend gave me an excited look at the suggestion, but I brushed it off feeling a little put on the spot and weirded out by the direction the conversation had taken. My ex bugged me to do it a bit more before some other people came into the room and the conversation ended, but the looks my friend was giving me after are something I'll never forget. Like I said she was super sexy, and someone I always had a crush on but given her relationship status I just didn't see it happening back then.

An hour or two later though, I was outside with her and a couple people having a beer while they had smokes and the others went inside leaving us alone together. The look she had given me earlier returned and she started asking me about my dick again. It was less awkward when it was just the two of us, and I'd been drinking so the conversation heated up pretty quick. When she finished her smoke we both went inside together, and discretely slipped downstairs to her bedroom. She closed the door behind us and turned to face me, and told me to show it to her. While the conversation had gotten my blood flowing down south a bit outside, I told her "It's not hard, so it might be a little underwhelming..." She cut me off and just said it again. "Show it to me." I have to admit, I was loving how bossy she was getting about it.

So knowing what I know now, it was definitely a lot bigger than her boyfriend's. A couple years later she confessed to me that his was only 2-3" when hard, which I didn't even know was possible at the time. Poor guy.

As I started to undo my pants I could see her eyes glued to my crotch, it definitely wasn't soft but it wasn't even half hard when I took it out. Upon seeing it she looked back up at me, and I could tell she was excited. It was probably around 4" long in its semi flacid state. Without saying a word she slid to her knees and took it in her mouth, and within 15-30 seconds I was rock hard while she showed me just how skilled she was.

Once it was fully erect she took her mouth away and was holding it in her hand, just looking at it and giving it the occasional slow stroke. I'll never forget that look either. Just fascinated, admiring all 7 inches of it and rolling the foreskin back and forth over the head. She blew me a bit more, though very briefly and when she stopped she just looked up at me and said those magic words. "Do you want to fuck?"

I nodded my head, and she quickly produced a condom, and rolled it on using her mouth. To this day no other girl has done that to me and I think back to that moment often. She lays me down on her bed, climbs on top of me and begins to ride me. We must've only fucked for a minute before she came and immediately climbed off, apologizing and saying she shouldn't have done this. I guess the reality that her boyfriend was upstairs must have come back to her, I had forgotten myself to be honest.

We got dressed quickly and returned to the party never to speak of it again. It wasn't the last time we hooked up, but that was it for the night between the two us. I'm glad my ex was there with me, or I would have gone to bed with blue balls.

My wife and I have been close friends with you and your boyfriend/husband/SO for a long time. We've been on double dates, attended various social gatherings together and even spent the night at each other's homes after late nights out but something about tonight felt different. You've always found me attractive, and it was easy for you to tell that the feeling was mutual but we've never had a problem maintaining an appropriate relationship in regards to that attraction.

The two of you are over at our place and at first it seems like a typical night for the four of us. Dinner, drinks, games, music, lots of laughter and all the other ingredients for a good time. However tonight something feels different between us, neither of us know exactly why and we certainly don't acknowledge it aloud but I can see it in your eyes. The glances between us, the way we joke with and tease one another feels almost flirty, and the tension between us seems to thicken as the night progresses. Our partners seem oblivious to what is happening, and maybe the booze is the reason for all of this but you and I seem to be sharing this feeling.

As these feelings get stronger I start showing more PDA towards my wife, clearly feeling worked up by the unspoken sexual tension between us. Just little things at first, but slowly becoming more noticeable to everyone in the room and you seem to be doing the same with your partner. It starts with simple things like putting my arm around her, holding her hand, a kiss on the cheek or a hand on her knee, and you seem to mirror this behaviour with your SO all while the looks and glances between us continue.

The actions subtly escalate, my hand finds my way to her inner thigh placing it a little higher up than would seem appropriate in front of guests, the occasional kisses we share last a little longer than they should and I've practically got her in my lap at this point, but after almost every action you and I share a look. It's almost as if we're doing it on purpose, doing to our partners what we'd like to be doing to each other at that moment.

Finally the night winds down and we all say our good nights before we go to bed with our other halves. You and I exchange one last lustful look from across the hall as you close the door to the guest room with a smile and I do the same.

I find myself feeling very worked up, and hoping that my wife will be in the mood so I can get the release I so desperately need after all the tension I've been feeling with you. Sadly as we all had quite a bit to drink she passes out almost as soon as she hits the mattress and I'm left lying awake beside her, hard as a rock and alone with my thoughts. Thoughts of you.

I half expected to hear the two of you going at it from across the hall, given how close together the rooms are and the vibes I was getting from you all night. If you were even half as worked up as I am I could only assume you'd be taking it out on that lucky bastard you went to bed with but I don't hear a sound, just the silence of the house and eventually the sound of him snoring softly.

After a while of being unable to sleep I decide I need to stretch my legs, so I slip out of bed quietly and head to the kitchen wearing only a pair of tight fitting boxers as I expect everyone to be asleep. My hard on has gone down, so I'm no longer pitching a massive tent but the blood flow is still fairly heavy and the bulge is noticeable.

I take a glass out of the cupboard and run the tap for a minute before filling my glass, drinking half of it and filling it again. As I turn around to head back to bed that's when I see you, having silently entered the kitchen without me noticing. You stand in front of me smiling, a finger pressed to your lips signalling me to be quiet. You are half dressed in a pair of sexy lace panties and a tight top with no bra, your hard nipples visible through the fabric. The sight of you sends my heart rate up, and I stand there looking into your eyes for a moment before checking you out from head to toe, then meeting your eyes again.

What do you do next? Do you kiss me? Do you ask me to have a drink with you since neither of us can sleep? Something more aggressive? This portion is something I'm very much undecided on, but one way or another we end up in the living room.

Our home is very small so we need to be quiet or we could wake both of our partners up. There is only one wall separating the bedroom my wife is sleeping in from the living room, and the guest room is directly across from it. The hallway leading to both doors is so short you can see the door to the guest bedroom from the couch. Any noise could wake them, so we have to keep our voices down. Only problem is, neither of us expected the other to be so so good. So perfectly compatible. And the buildup certainly didn't do us any favors.

Once the tension is broken we start making out hard, groping each other and tearing off what little we have on. We end up on the couch, kissing, grabbing, licking, rubbing, stroking and sucking on every bit of flesh we find appealing on the other.

Eventually you start going down on me, and I can't keep my voice down. You're doing everything exactly the way I like it, better than my wife even. I'm squirming and moaning, and at first you like it, stopping to press a finger to your lips with a devious smile before continuing. I continue to struggle, until finally you've had enough. You have no intention of stopping, but you can't have me waking them up so you grab your panties off the couch and stuff them into my mouth before continuing the blowjob with increased intensity. My moans actually get louder, but fortunately they are muffled enough that they don't echo through the room the way they did before.

Realizing I'm not going to last much longer I pull your head up, and pull you on-top of me. We make out for a moment after you pull the panties out of my mouth, and then I flip you onto your back to return the favor.

Predictably you have the same problem I did. You can't believe how good I am with my tongue, and even cover your mouth as you struggle to keep your moans in. Now I'm the one panicking. Women do tend to awaken to higher pitched cries more often than men afterall. So without hesitation I grab those same panties and hand them to you. You understand completely, and proceed to put them in your mouth as I begin to devour you....

Hey so if you've read this far I hope you like what I've come up with. I went a little farther than the initial setup with this one as I had a more specific idea of what I wanted for the early stages of the spicy portion. I just like the idea of us finding different ways to try and shut each other up while we do something so risky. All that being said I'm very open to ideas and changes to make this extra hot for both of us.

I'd like to start the RP at the beginning where we are spending time as a group and building up that tension. Obviously 18+ and preferably somewhat literate. You don't have to be an English major or send me multiple paragraphs for every reply but I appreciate thought and effort being put into responses. Hmu, let's have some fun. :)

No matter how hard I (36M) try, my lovely wife could never compete with a confident, sexy and powerful woman like you. Nothing compares to the feeling I get when I submit to your will, doing everything I can to try and please you in the hopes that you'll permit me to cum. I've tried to quit you, tried to resist in the beginning, but could never suppress my submissive nature when confronted by a woman like you.

She never learned how to wield this type of power over me, so a woman like you claiming me for herself and making me her little slut was inevitable. It doesn't matter if I'm relaxing on the couch with her, out on a date, at work, or any other number of normal life activities, when you reach out, I answer. I slip away, and obey like the good boy I am.

My wife and I have lived next door to you for years now, and you've had a crush on me for a long time. You've always been jealous of her and our life together, but until now have never been able to get my attention. When we first moved in we were the happy newlywed couple, laughing and engaging in PDA outside the house, excited to be starting our life together in our new home. But over the years you noticed it fade, and she just seemed to lose that excitement for our relationship that she once had.

You've seen me getting a little handsy with her in front of the house, kissing her, smacking her ass when she's wearing booty shorts that sort of thing but you've noticed she doesn't seem to like it as much as I do and certainly not as much as she used to. All those playful acts that once put a smile on her face now seem to annoy her more than anything. Call it women's intuition, but you can tell how much I love her, and that I'm horny and that she's just not feeling it.

You've seen me looking over at you before, we've exchanged small talk a few times but beyond the glances between us we haven't spoken much. You've chatted my wife up plenty, but wanted to get my attention. Finally you have an idea.

You know that I get home from work a couple hours before she does, and one day when it's raining you watch out the window as I pull into my driveway and head inside. You come outside wearing a tight white crop top, no bra and tight booty shorts with a tiny thong underneath, getting soaked in the rain. You knock on my door in a convincing panic, telling me how you went for a run, you're locked out of your house and your phone is dead, arms crossed over your chest hiding your tits for the moment as you shiver in the cold. Of course I can't just leave you out there in the rain right?

Naturally I invite you in, you uncross your arms revealing how transparent your top is now that it's soaked, relishing in my reaction as you see my eyes widen. I lead you to the bathroom, give you a towel and offer you a change of clothes as well as the use of any of her products for you to clean yourself up with. When I return with a big t shirt and a pair of my wifes shorts you hand me your phone and ask me to charge it while you change and luckily my wife has the same phone so I plug it in at her night stand. It lights up and I notice that it's not actually dead, and when I head back to the bedroom door you appear in the doorway, topless in that little thong, wearing the diamond necklace I gave my wife for our first Valentine's Day and smelling of her perfume...

So if you made it this far I'm hoping that means you're into this plot. I'm flexible on the details, and open to your ideas whether that be regarding the plot or our characters, and anything else you'd like to include. I really like risky stuff and the more naughty/taboo we can make this the better! Let's have some fun!