u/secretannual39

My wife gave me a quick story about a one night stand (?) in a movie theater. This happened sometime during her first year of college. I think around this time she fucked a new guy every 3 months. Not sure where this one fell in chronological order.

First date with this guy came up and she wore a plaid miniskirt to the movies (don’t know which movie btw). One thing led to another and she eventually mounted him reverse cowgirl. It’s exciting sitting on thought of moving her thong to the side while in a miniskirt and the pressure of her closed thighs hugging his hard on. She never explained what happened next, but she pulled out and he never finished. There was never a second date.

Somewhere out there there’s a man who penetrated my wife and never got to finish.

My favorite is the idea of going on vacation with your sister and nobody knowing you’re related. You can absolutely act like a couple in public, then get balls deep in her in private.

My sister and Iived in different states so texting was our usual way of communicating. We didn’t do it often, but it was pretty comfortable when we did.

One night we were texting and I saw she posted she was at a party on her story (looked like a typical college house party with drinks, plastic cups, and foldable tables.) I quickly shifted the conversation to one about the party. It started innocently enough with “does mom know you’re drinking?” (She lived with our mom during college.) Then swapped over to “what did you wear to the party?” My sister is 5’2” and about 110 lbs. Latina with long black hair. Sadly, she wasn’t wearing anything skimpy. Just a regular spaghetti strap shirt with jeans. Eventually, she swapped the conversation into one about a boy she saw.

She began telling me he was cute, then it developed to them talking, and finally they kissed. I encouraged her to spend more time with him is she was feeling herself. She was clearly on the edge and needed a little push. She told me they were going to make out in the back seat of his car. This caught my attention. Naturally, I told her “you don’t just kiss in the back of a car at party.” She acted shy at first and kinda laughed it off for the night.

The next morning she texted me reassuring me that “he was cute.” I jokingly asked, “cute enough for the golden ticket?” To which she replied, “you don’t just kiss at the back of a car at a party.” Without a doubt, this had me throbbing.

The thought of knowing I was texting my sister while she was making a move on a guy, then knowing the exact time and place she took him out for a quickie had me going. I could only imagine her jeans coming off in that back seat. How she probably saddled him or how he would bend her over until she had him in her mouth.