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We’d been married 18 years and our sex life had gotten pretty routine. One night after a few glasses of wine I admitted I’d been reading about pegging and wanted to try it. He was surprised but got hard instantly. A week later my strap-on arrived.

I made him get on all fours, took my time with lots of lube and teasing. When I finally pushed inside him he moaned so loud I almost came just from the sound. I started slow, holding his hips, then fucked him deeper while reaching around to stroke him. The feeling of being in control, watching his back arch, hearing him beg… God it was hot. He came all over the sheets without me even touching his cock much. Now we do it every couple weeks. I feel sexy as hell strapping on and turning my big strong husband into a moaning mess.

42, curvy, been with my husband since college. Last year I told him I needed more and he surprisingly agreed to open things up (as long as I tell him everything after). I started slow meeting guys from apps for coffee, then quickly moving to hotel rooms.

Last month I fucked a 35-year-old guy in his car in a parking garage during my lunch break. Skirt up, panties to the side, quick and rough while people walked by. Another time I brought a younger guy home while my husband was downstairs watching TV. I rode him in our guest room trying to stay quiet. The thrill of coming downstairs freshly fucked and kissing my husband on the cheek is insane.

Happy to answer anything how I pick them, what my husband likes to hear, the sluttiest thing I’ve done, etc.

I (42F, married, curvy mom bod) finally posted after months of just lurking. “Bored housewife looking for discreet fun this afternoon — must host or have a car.” Got a ton of replies but one guy (38, fit, local) seemed normal enough. We met at a coffee shop first, then drove straight to his place.

Ten minutes in I was on my knees in his living room sucking him while he called me a good little slut. He fucked me on his couch, then bent me over the kitchen counter and came deep inside me. I loved how rough and direct he was — nothing like my husband’s routine sex. I left with messy hair, no panties, and his cum still dripping. Drove home and made dinner like nothing happened. Already thinking about posting again.

I was feeling horny and bored yesterday afternoon. Posted something innocent in a chat thread and this guy replied. Ten minutes later I was in the laundry room pulling my shirt up and sending him pictures of my tits while he told me how much he wanted to cum on them.

He was so nasty in the best way — calling me a cheating milf and describing how he’d fuck me in my own bed. I sent him a short video of me fingering myself and he sent back the hottest cumshot video I’ve seen in a long time.

I love how fast and dirty these Reddit chats can get.

Hey boys. I’m a 42 year old married mom who’s been getting way too into controlling cocks lately. I’ve been edging myself for the last 30 minutes thinking about you desperate and leaking for me.

Here’s the deal: I want you to stroke slowly while you look at my pictures. Nice and slow. Focus on the head. When you feel like you’re getting close, stop completely and tell me in the comments how badly you need to cum.

If enough of you beg nicely, maybe I’ll let you finish. If not… you stay denied like a good boy.

We’ve lived next door to Ryan for six years. He’s 45, divorced, and always flirty. One afternoon my husband was at work and I saw Ryan outside. I invited him in for coffee and things escalated fast.

I ended up bent over my own kitchen island with my sundress around my waist while he fucked me from behind. He kept saying how long he’d wanted to do this. Feeling his thick cock stretch me while my wedding ring was still on my finger made me cum ridiculously hard. He pulled out and came all over my ass.

Now we sneak quickies whenever my husband’s gone. I love being a secret slut in my own neighborhood.

I was 38 when it finally happened with my older brother. We’d always been close, maybe too close. He’d been divorced for a couple years and I was going through a rough patch with my husband. One night he came over to talk, we drank too much wine, and ended up on the couch watching old family videos.

I don’t even remember who kissed who first. Next thing I knew I was straddling him, grinding against his lap while he pulled my shirt off. He sucked on my tits like he’d been starving for them. When he slid his hand into my panties and felt how soaked I was, he groaned “fuck… I’ve wanted this for years.”

We didn’t make it to the bedroom. He bent me over the couch and fucked me so deep I had to bite a pillow. Feeling my own brother inside me was the dirtiest, hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. He came hard in me and I came right after, shaking. We’ve done it a handful of times since when the opportunity is there. Still feels wrong… but that’s exactly why I crave it.

Last year I met a younger guy (34) through a kink app. He was very submissive and experienced, and he wanted a mature woman to dominate him. Our first session I made him kneel naked in front of me while I stayed fully dressed. I had him kiss my feet, then my thighs, before I finally let him taste me.

I sat back in the chair with my legs spread, gripping his hair and guiding his mouth exactly how I wanted. When I was ready, I strapped on my dildo and fucked him from behind while he moaned into the pillow. Calling him “my good boy” while I pegged him felt so natural. He came hands-free just from that. I felt powerful and incredibly sexy.

I didn’t really explore BDSM until I was 39. I’d always liked a little roughness in bed, but I was nervous about asking for more. Then I met this guy online who was experienced. Our first time together he brought rope.

He spent almost an hour tying me up wrists behind my back, ankles together, nice and secure. Once I was helpless he just teased me for ages. Fingers, tongue, a vibrator, never letting me cum until I was begging. When he finally fucked me I came so hard I saw stars. Being completely at someone’s mercy at my age felt incredibly freeing. Now I crave that feeling of losing control.

This one is even riskier. When my son was 22, his best friend Jake practically lived at our house. Jake was always flirting with me when my son wasn’t around. One weekend my son went camping with his dad and Jake stayed behind because he had to work.

Saturday night Jake came downstairs for water and caught me touching myself on the couch. Instead of leaving, he walked over, dropped to his knees, and buried his face between my legs. I came on his tongue in minutes. Then I rode him right there on the living room floor, his cock stretching me in ways my husband hadn’t in years.

The taboo of fucking someone so close to my son made me cum harder than I had in a long time. He’s been sneaking over for “visits” ever since. I know it’s wrong, but god it feels so fucking good.

When I was 29 I dated this guy who got off on watching me with other men. One weekend we went to a cabin with two of his friends. The first night we were all drinking and things got flirty fast. My boyfriend basically offered me to them.

I ended up on my knees sucking one of them while the other fucked me from behind. My boyfriend just sat there stroking himself, telling them how good I felt. They took turns on me for hours. I lost count of how many times I came. At one point I was riding one guy while the other was in my ass and my boyfriend was fucking my mouth. I was a total mess covered in sweat and cum by the end.

That whole weekend I felt like the dirtiest, sexiest woman alive. I still masturbate to those memories sometimes.

My husband and I had been talking about swinging for almost two years before we finally got brave enough to actually do it. At 42, I was worried I’d feel out of place or that my body wouldn’t be “good enough” anymore. But one Friday night we drove two hours to a club we’d heard good things about.

We almost turned around in the parking lot. My hands were shaking as we walked in. The place was nicer than I expected dim lighting, good music, and people who actually looked like… normal couples. We grabbed drinks and mostly watched at first. A sweet couple in their late 30s started chatting with us at the bar. They were newbies too, only on their third visit.

After a while they invited us to join them in a private room. Nothing crazy at first just kissing and touching. I remember my heart pounding when the other woman kissed me. It felt strange but really exciting. My husband watched with this huge smile while her husband played with my breasts. We ended up doing a full swap that night. I was so nervous I almost couldn’t orgasm at first, but once I relaxed it was incredible. Feeling a new man inside me while I watched my husband fuck another woman… it was intense in the best way.

We drove home at 3am holding hands and laughing like teenagers. We’ve been back three times since

When I was 19 I got paid ten grand to get gangbanged and absolutely covered in cum.

I was working as a file clerk at my mom’s law firm while going to college, so I was always running in and out of the courthouse. One day this older guy in his fifties approached me. He said he’d seen me around a bunch and had an interesting business offer. He seemed professional, so I met him for lunch the following week.

Before we even talked details, he had me sign a non-disclosure agreement. Then he laid it out: he and four of his colleagues wanted to record a gangbang with me, fuck me for hours, and finish by covering me in cum. I was shocked. I’m just a regular girl nothing special but the idea made me instantly wet. After thinking about it for about thirty seconds, I said yes.

A week later a car picked me up. I signed more paperwork, they handed me a thick envelope with the cash, and we got right to it. Those men fucked me senseless for hours. I came more times than I could count. They took turns, double teamed me, and at the end they all unloaded all over my face, tits, and body. It was easily the hottest, wildest thing I’d ever done.

To this day it still turns me on like crazy. I’ve fantasized about doing another gangbang, but I know I can’t risk it now. I still masturbate thinking about the fact that there’s a video of me out there that these men probably pull it up and jerk off to me regularly.

What made it even hotter was finding out later that they were all judges from different counties. By the time I became an attorney myself, I ended up arguing cases in front of a couple of them. I’d be standing there in my suit, presenting my case, soaking wet the entire time because I knew exactly what they’d done to me years earlier.

One of those days I was so worked up that I dragged my husband out to his car during lunch and rode him so hard I made him cum in his pants. He had to change before going back to work.

It’s still one of my favorite secret memories.

The other night my husband was in one of those moods again. All day Sunday he kept talking about how much he wanted to see me with another guy. He was especially worked up about me sucking cock, going on and on about it while we lounged around the house.

Around 8pm I looked at him and asked straight up, “You still want me to go find a dick to suck tonight?” He laughed and said, “Yeah, but there’s no chance you’re pulling that off on a Sunday night.”

Challenge accepted.

I posted a quick story on one of my private socials saying I was in the mood to suck someone off tonight. The replies came flooding in. I chatted with a few guys, picked the one who seemed the most normal and eager, and told my husband, “He’ll be here by 11.”

He showed up right on time. We made a little small talk in the living room, but things heated up fast. He started feeling me up right there in front of my husband, squeezing my ass while I rubbed his cock through his jeans. He was already rock hard. I told him to take it out, dropped to my knees on the couch, and looked up at him.

I made sure to tell him, “Be honest with me. Tell me if you want it faster, slower, harder, whatever. I want it to feel really good for you.”

I started slow and soft, teasing the head with my tongue before taking him deeper. He groaned and immediately guided me, asking me to press my tongue firmer against the underside. I gave him exactly what he wanted, working him into my throat, getting it nice and wet and sloppy. I used one hand to stroke him while the other massaged and gently tugged his balls, spreading all that thick spit everywhere.

He started breathing heavier and told me he was close already. “Like… right now,” he warned. I just moaned around his cock and kept sucking. He came hard down my throat. I swallowed most of it, but some spilled onto his balls. I licked every drop up and cleaned his whole cock with my tongue until it was spotless.

After he caught his breath, he looked over at my husband and said, “Holy shit… I almost never cum from head.”

I could see my husband’s face light up. He loved hearing that.

It was a hot, fun night. Next time I think I’m letting the guy fuck me while my husband watches. If you’re the guy who came over… you know where to find me 😉

My boyfriend is seriously big. Like, the kind of thick and long that made me nervous the first few times we slept together. In the beginning I had to keep reminding him to go slow because it felt like he was rearranging my insides. Even after a couple of years together, he’s always been careful with me, holding back even when I could tell he wanted to let loose.

A while back we were talking about fantasies and I finally admitted that I actually love the way it hurts when he stretches me. I told him I wanted him to be rougher, to really use me and not hold back so much. That unlocked something in him. Since then the sex has been next level. He’s been fucking me harder, deeper, treating me like his little toy, and I’ve been soaked and desperate for it every single time.

Last night we had the place to ourselves and he went all out. By the third round I was already trembling and whimpering, but we kept going. By the fourth round I was a complete mess absolutely stuffed with his cum, my ass red from his hands, and my pussy so swollen I couldn’t even slip a finger in. I’m not exaggerating when I say I’m too sore to move today.

I can still feel him deep inside every time I shift. Walking sounds like a terrible idea right now. I told him he’s probably going to have to do all the running around for me during our Fourth of July plans while I just sit and recover like a very satisfied, very used-up woman.

Worth every bit of soreness though. I might have created a monster but I’m not complaining one bit.

Hey guys, I’m bored and feeling playful tonight

My husband and I treated ourselves to a day spa session recently, and honestly, we’re still buzzing from it. It was supposed to be a relaxing couples massage, but it turned into so much more. The private suite they gave us was perfect it had a big shower, a hot tub, a dry sauna, and a comfy bed right in the middle of the room.

After they showed us in and gave us the usual rundown, I was already in a playful mood. I slipped out of everything and got under the sheet completely naked, while my husband kept his boxers on. The massages were amazing 45 minutes of pure bliss. By the end of it, I was so relaxed and ridiculously turned on I could barely wait for the masseuses to leave.

The second the door clicked shut, he dropped his underwear and we were all over each other. His hands were everywhere, squeezing and teasing me while I was already soaked. We started in the dry sauna the heat felt incredible on our skin. I got on my knees and took him in my mouth, tasting the light layer of sweat on his cock. God, it made me so much wetter.

After that, we moved to the hot tub, teasing each other with our hands under the water and making out like teenagers. Eventually we got out, dried off quickly, and headed straight for the bed. I lay back, opened my legs, and he dove in, licking and sucking until I came hard all over his face.

Then he climbed on top and fucked me deep and steady. The bed was creaking like crazy as he thrust into me. A few minutes later I felt him groan and fill me up completely.

We were both wiped out, glowing, and completely satisfied. We left a nice big tip on the way out. I keep replaying it in my head and it still gets me wet. We’re definitely going back for round two soon.

I’ve always had this fantasy about my boyfriend tying me up and inviting a group of guys over to use me like I’m just a warm, anonymous body for them.

It started from this deep craving to be treated like nothing but a set of holes. That’s probably why the idea of glory holes turns me on so much, even though I’ve never actually been to one. There’s something so dirty and thrilling about a man not knowing anything about me — not my name, not my face, nothing. Just my tits, my wet pussy, and the way I sound when I’m getting fucked.

In my head, it goes like this: My boyfriend Jake gets me all worked up first. He ties my wrists and ankles to the bed, puts a gag in my mouth, and then slips a soft blindfold over my eyes before pulling a loose hood over my head so I can’t see a thing and no one can see me. He does all the usual stuff he loves — twisting my nipples until I whimper, calling me his dirty little slut, spanking my thighs and pussy, fingering me until I’m shaking and crying from coming so many times. Then, right when I think he’s about to fuck me and finish, he just stops. No more touching. I’m left there dripping and desperate, not knowing what’s coming next.

Then I hear the bedroom door open and several deep male voices fill the room. My stomach flips. Jake’s invited his friends over, and they’re all circling the bed now, hands everywhere — squeezing my breasts, spreading my legs wider, slapping my pussy lightly while they laugh and tell him what a good little toy I am.

The first guy is almost careful at the beginning, sliding into me slowly, but once he gets close he starts pounding harder, gripping my hips so tight I know I’ll have marks. He groans and fills me up, mixing his load with Jake’s from earlier. Then the next one takes his place, and the next. They’re all different — some rougher, some teasing, but every single one of them comes deep inside my pussy while Jake sits beside me, stroking my head through the hood and whispering how proud he is of his perfect little cumslut, how pretty I look with all that mess leaking out of me.

They know the rules though. Jake’s in total control. No one gets to touch my ass — that hole is strictly his. They can grope and fuck my pussy as much as they want, but my asshole stays off-limits. A couple of them even thank him while they’re still inside me, telling him how lucky he is to have such an eager, pathetic little fuckdoll waiting at home.

I never see their faces. They never see mine. When they’ve all had their turn and left, Jake finally takes the hood and blindfold off, unties me, and pulls me into his arms while cum runs down my thighs. He teases me the whole time about how soaked I am, how I was moaning like a bitch in heat the entire time, how I couldn’t even pretend I didn’t love being passed around like that.

And the hottest part? It could happen any random day. No warning. I could come home, get excited when he starts kissing my neck, and the next thing I know I’m tied down, hooded, and turned into a sloppy cumdump just because it amuses him. I’d never know how many guys or who they were… and that thought alone gets me going every single time.