r/nsfwbestsexstories

God, where do I even start?

I was hanging out with my friends M (25M) and A (26F). We’d almost finished three bottles of wine and were all squeezed together on the couch, with M in the middle. I was sitting sideways, my legs draped across both their laps.

I’ve been single for a while and done with the apps. A started teasing me about it, saying I desperately needed to get laid. I laughed and jokingly replied that I didn’t even need full sex I’d give anything just to have a cock in my mouth right now.

A smirked and said, “Well… M is right here, and I’m pretty sure he’d be happy to help you out.”

I froze, mouth open, completely speechless. M gave a little nod and started saying I didn’t have to if I didn’t want to, but I shut him up by sliding off the couch and reaching for his pants.

I was soaked just from kneeling there as he pulled his cock out. It was fucking perfect. I sucked him right there on the spot while A leaned in, whispering filthy encouragement in my ear. When she called me a “good girl,” I almost came on the spot. A few minutes later M groaned, gripped my hair, and came down my throat.

I was panting and dazed when A grabbed my chin and pulled me into a deep, hot kiss. That was almost as intense as the blowjob. We finished the last of the wine like nothing had happened, and I left to catch the last train home.

We’ve been flirting over text since, so I’m pretty sure there’s a lot more to come. I feel like such a slut and I’m loving every second of it.

At a young age my parents left the city and eloped due to family problems because of her being 15 and pregnant with me. My dad was much older than her and well off. He sold al his assets and they moved deep into the mountains to start a lavish but sustainable off grid lifestyle. When I was 1 year old my dad died in a car accident. His car rolled off the mountains. After the loss of my dad my mom went into an overprotective mode. She was afraid to lose me, the only thing she had left.  Growing up I can remember her always being there and watching and helping me with every move. If I went to pee, she would hold my little penis while I pee. Being home schooled by her and being kept from the city lifestyle I thought that was all that there was too live. As I stepped into my teenage year’s things started to get serious between us. I was 10 years old when I was noticing my dick getting hard when a wake up in de morning or when I shower with my mom who at that time was 25. She would always smile and give it a quick rub which felt good and she would say my little prince is growing up. It didn’t take long after that I started getting curious and asking questions about my body and her body. One day during home school she told me she would explain anatomy to me. She stripped naked and my tiny penis became instant hard. She smiled. She starts explaining to me that I’m hitting puberty I will start developing feelings for woman. That will make penis hard. I asked why. She it gets hard for sex. It is used to penetrate vagina. She then spread her legs and showed me what’s called a vagina. I saw pink slips very wet and slimy with tiny. She showed me that the penis goes into this tiny hole. She touched my penis and start rubbing on it. Soon a clear fluid started to leak out of my penis. She told me that’s called precum. Sooner if she keeps rubbing, I will ejaculate. That’s when my sperm comes out. The sperm is sprayed into a woman vagina during sex and that’s how babies are made. Experiencing al of this had got me trembling and I was shocked. She gripped my penis tight and smiled at me, look me straight into my eyes and told me you got a lot too learn yet my little prince. She walked away and told me too get dressed she going to make dinner.
 
To be continued stay tuned for part 2    

Three Decembers ago, my hubby (M25) and I (F24) drove about 9 hours to visit some fa mily. It wasn’t a long trip per se. Just a few nights, but the sleeping accommodations made it pretty much impossible for us to fuck. So by the time we got on the road, I was so needy. I couldn’t wait for the long drive to be over so I could get my pussy fucked properly.

But every minute of the drive seemed to pass so slowly. I tried everything to keep myself distracted. But nothing quite worked. I mentioned my horny state multiple times to my hubby. Every time I did, I could see his pants grow tight.

By the time we were about 3 hours away, I just couldn’t wait any longer. I asked him to pull over. He was confused for a minute but he figured it out quickly.

He came to a stop, put the car in park, and turned on the hazard lights. In a literal second, I was bent over with his cock in my face. It was so hard, so veiny, so ready to penetrate me. I started blowing him, making sure to let myself drool all over it for maximum lubrication.

I didn’t spend that much time blowing him before I started taking my clothes off and heading to the back seat. He followed behind me quickly.

We situated ourselves in the back. Him sitting down and me hovering above him. I took his delicious cock and slowly impaled my dripping wet cunt with it. I let out a moan. It felt so good to feel his cock head penetrate me. I had been needing it inside me. I eased his cock slowly into me, enjoying every inch-no, every centimeter. Yes. I lowered myself so slowly in order to savor each individual additional centimeter that made its way into me. My eyes were closed in ecstasy.

Suddenly, he put his mouth around my left nipple. It surprised me so much that I fell and finished impaling myself with what little remained of his exposed cock. I grabbed the back of his head and giggled. “You’re such an eager man” He stopped sucking on my nipple to shoot back “For you? Always”.

And with that, I started riding him properly. First, bouncing my ass up and down and feeling his cock moving in and out of my pussy. Every time I went back down onto it, I could feel it slam into my cervix, just the way I like it. Not too hard as to where it hurts, but definitely hard enough to send a jolt of sharp pleasure.

Then, I settled down and enveloped his hard cock fully. I squished his face into my tits and started grinding back and forth, feeling his cock rub back and forth on my cervix while at the same time giving my clit a good rub with his body. The two feelings together always feels amazing. There’s so much pleasure going on. But after a bit, I realized maybe I was being a little selfish. He hadn’t fucked in just as long. Maybe he needed to thrust into me and properly manhandle me.

So I suggested we switch positions. I laid down across the back seat with one foot on the door and the other on the driver’s seat. He positioned himself at my entrance and started fucking me. But I quickly realized my little car simply didn’t have enough space for me to be properly fucked like the little fuck toy I am. I wasn’t getting enough of his length sliding in and out of me. He wasn’t being as rough as I would’ve liked. And perhaps most importantly, I was repeatedly hitting my head up against the other door.

So, a little frustrated, I sat up. I was quickly met by headlights. I had forgotten we were literally on the side of the interstate. Cars had been zooming by the entire time. He asked what was wrong. I told him my car was too small for this. We both thought for a second. I stared at the cars through the back window.

I really wanted to be fucked properly. With enough space. But the only real solution was to get out of the car. But we were on the side of the interstate. We would definitely be seen. I’m all for exhibition, but I wouldn’t want to get us in trouble.

My thoughts were interrupted by my husband. “I could bend you over the passenger seat and we could leave the back door open to provide some cover for you. But they’ll still be able to see me. Even if I put my shirt back on, might still look suspicious.”

It didn’t take much convincing. My pussy was still so moist. It needed to be fucked properly. So I quickly agreed. He put his shirt on. I maneuvered my way over from inside the car and a moment later, we were back in business. He was holding me by the hips and railing me properly. I was screaming. “FUCK. FUCK YES. FUCK. This is EXACTLY why my pussy needed”.

Between groans, he pitched in his own dirty talk, much more eloquent than my own. “You like that? You like being bent over in public? Huh. Fuck. You’re such a good little slut letting me use you with all these cars going by.”

This gotten pretty long, so I’ll have to post the rest as a separate post.

Drawing by: u/BarbwireLemons on my profile for your enjoyment. ;)

I wasn’t really into the idea when he first showed me the video. It was mostly her sucking him off, then riding him until she came really fast, then finishing him with her mouth and swallowing.

What got me was how jealous I got. She was hot. Blonde like me, and her tits were perfect. Big, full, and perky. And she could suck dick better than me. She teased and deepthroated him for ages until he was whimpering and bucking.
That’s when my inner slut took over. I told him exactly what I’d do to both of them if he ever went back to her. Then I rewound the whole tape on him, but better. By the time I was riding him I was so horny and jealous I came in like 30 seconds. After that I sucked him off again, using every little trick I just watched her do. He said it was the best head he’s ever had.

No regrets. Unless I actually meet her one day.

I never thought creampies would do it for me, but one night completely changed that. My guy friend stopped by my place for a casual hang after classes, we’re just close buddies, nothing more. Things heated up fast, and I ended up face-down on my bed with my shorts pulled low. Prone bone felt intense right away.

The way he pushed in so deep surprised me; I dropped my phone and just gripped the sheets. He made sure I came first, then picked up the pace, thrusting harder until my mind went blank. Instead of pulling out like usual, he buried himself fully on the last stroke. I felt him pulsing inside me for what seemed like forever, flooding me with warm spurts. The sensation was overwhelming.

He freaked out and started apologizing, but I was floating in bliss, barely registering it. When I finally stood up, his load leaked everywhere, big wet spot on the bed, drips on the floor. I made him wipe it up while I cleaned myself, still grinning. I’m on the pill, so no worries there.
It was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced at 19, but now I’m hooked. Regular sex just doesn’t hit the same.

Hi, everyone!

With Thanksgiving fast approaching, I thought I would share this story.

It’s a true story. Everyone’s names have been changed. It isn’t too wild really, so if you’re expecting a wild porn-level orgy, move on. lol

Three Novembers ago, while I (F24) was in my hometown for Thanksgiving, me and a couple of friends made plans for a Friendsgiving gathering. The original friend group was me, Catherine, and Brenda. Catherine’s younger bru h, Josh, would hang out with us because their mom insisted on him chaperoning his sis ter to make sure she didn’t get in trouble. But he ended up becoming an accepted member of the group once we all realized we could trust him not to rat us out.

Anyway, for this Friendsgiving, it would be the four of us plus my Husband (M25) and Catherine’s (F26) husband, Leo (M27). And I would be hosting at my mot her’s place on a night she would be out with her own friends.

Everything played out fairly normally as you would expect. We cooked. We ate. We drank. We mildly cleaned up and then we headed to the living room to hang out and catch up. Leo announces he’s cutting himself off as he needs to drive in a few hours. We all moan but ultimately understand he’s being responsible.

Luke, me, and the girls sat on the couch. While Leo and Josh (M23) sat on the window benches. The windows were on the call to the left of the wall that had the couch. We were all formed an L of sorts.

The conversation was fairly normal throughout most of the night as we most of us continued to sip on our drinks. Some of us clearly more intoxicated than others. Catherine clearly being the most intoxicated out of us all. But at some point, I’m really not sure who got us on this, but we started talking about penises. And then it all really started when Catherine shared that she had never had an uncut dick. She had never even seen one in real life. Brenda (F28) and I gasped and shouted our incredulousness and then proceed to talk about how different it feels when it’s inside you. I went on to talk in greater detail about how I prefer uncut cock because it feels like it has more……ridges? I really don’t think I did a good job of explaining what I meant. But like. Uncut cock does seem to have more…….texture?

Anyway, as I continued to struggle to accurately describe what I liked about uncut cock, Catherine interrupted me by telling me our husbands would get jealous. I replied “Oh, don’t worry. Luke is uncut and he knows how much I love his dick.” While pretty much not mentally processing that she had said HUSBANDS. With an S.

After I announced to everyone that Luke was uncut, the girls got riled up. They had essentially just heard me attempt to describe what I like about fucking with him. Catherine’s bru h then announced he too was uncut. Catherine promptly responded “ew. No one wants to know that” and Brenda added in “Yeah. Come on, man. You’re like our brother”.

Catherine then turned her gaze onto Luke and blatantly asked “Can I see it?” The room fell silent. Luke and I shared a look before I finally answered “Sure. If Leo is cool with it”. But no one moved. She continued to stare at Luke. It was as if she could only hear him. It drove home the fact that she had asked him. Not me. Not her own husband.

Luke stared back at her before finally saying “sure” and standing up. He stood in front of the couch. I could tell he was already halfway hard. He looked at each of us. Then started to unbuckle his belt, undo his button, and slide his zipper down. He dropped his jeans halfway down his thighs and bam. You could see his cock fully erect straining to be freed from his boxer briefs. You could even see the outline of his head distinctly. I look over at Catherine to see she has a wide smile of anticipation. I look back at Luke as he has his fingers hooked on his waistband.

The suspense is killing me. I never shoot down an opportunity to see his perfect cock. A part of me felt a little weird having him show his cock to my childhood friends. But the other part of me was starting to get a little wet just looking at the outline of his cock.

As Luke stands there hesitating, knowing this is a line he won’t be able to uncross, glancing between me, Catherine, and Leo, Josh gets impatient and shouts “just do it it, man. She’s just gonna look. Not like she’s gonna circumcise you”. And with that, Luke looks over at him, back to Catherine and finally pulls down his boxer briefs. And out springs he’s perfectly big, curved, veiny, uncut cock. We all make sounds of surprise that he’s finally done it. All of us except Leo. He’s facing out the window, staring at the pitch black outdoors.

I look back at Catherine. Her mouth is wide open. Staring at my husband’s cock. She finally says “you never told us he was so……well-endowed”. Brenda hops in to add “or so thick and veiny”. I laugh a little and reply “well, we were discussing uncut cocks specifically. Wasn’t intending to describe Luke’s cock in detail”. They both continue to stare at it. Catherine takes a break to look up at Luke and asks if she can touch it. He looks over to me, pretty much begging me with his eyes to say yes. I look down at his cock. I’ve seen his cock this hard before. I know it’s simply aching to be touched. It hadn’t been a fantasy of mine to have someone else touch my husband, but the thought did excite me in the moment.

I finally agreed. Luke took one step forward. Leo glances quickly and then returns to face the window. Josh starts thinking out loud “is she gonna do it? Oh! Oh! Her hand is starting to reach out. Oh. Oh. No way!”

I’m surprised to see he’s still here. I mean, that’s his SIS ter. But I guess he was always a pervert. At the same time, I’m thinking “shut the fuck up, Josh. Leo doesn’t need a play by play”

Catherine abruptly puts her hand down and snaps at Josh. “Shut up, Josh. Geez. You’re so annoying and you’re making this weirder than it has to be. Go into the kitchen and be quite”

“Cat, come on. I’m just Joshing with you” he places emphasis on “JOSHING”.

She gives him the older sis ter stern look Brenda and I have seen her give him for years. He finally accepts and starts to make his way into the kitchen. But not without taking one last look at my husband’s cock and saying “nice cock, bru h”

A little gay, but ok.

Catherine snaps at him again “Josh!”

Luke chuckles a little and says “Thanks, bru h.”

Once he’s out of the room, Catherine’s hand starts to make its slow journey back up to Luke’s cock. I watch it throb as she takes her sweet time. It finally makes contact and I see Luke throw his head back and let out a little groan. I smiled, knowing how much he needed to be touched. Her hand rests wrapped around his cock. She can’t even wrap her her fingers around his whole girth. She giggles with her mouth open. And then she slowly starts to pull his foreskin fully off his head. (His foreskin remains only partially on his head when he’s fully erect, but easily slides all the way off) He groans again. She mutters a “wow” along with another giggle.

She starts stroking his cock up and down. Brenda and I watch as she starts to pick up speed and he starts to precum a little. They both start to get into it a bit more. She’s gasping. He’s making his hot groans every so often. Sounds that are usually reserved for only me. I’m most definitely wet by now. A part of me wishes we could just straight up have a threesome, share my husband’s cock. She has leaned her face in a lot closer to his cock. It’s staring her right in the face mere inches away. If it were a foot long, it would’ve probably been grazing her nose.

She starts to do that thing we girls do where our tongue starts to move a little as our mouth is open and simply yearning to have a cock to suck. I know that move too well. Truly, his cock is simply too mouthwatering to resist sucking. I expect her to ask if she can blow him any second now. But instead I see her start to slowly move her mouth closer to his cock. Luke has this drunkenly lustful smile on his face as he stares at her and takes quick glances at me. She’s closing the gap. His tip is about to go into his mouth.

“STOP! STOP! THIS IS TOO MUCH!” Leo starts shouting. I guess he had tuned in at some point. He starts shouting at Catherine about how she can’t do this and how this is cheating. He’s completely furious. He grabs her wrist and literally takes her hand off Luke’s cock. They stare intently at each other whilst my husband’s raging cock is mere inches again from their hands. Tears start to swell up in her eyes. The rest of us are shocked and frozen still. Josh yells from the kitchen “What is it? What’s happening?” After we all stayed silent for a few seconds, he pokes his head in from the kitchen. He’s joins us in silence.

Leo’s face seems to be slowly moving from fury to simmering anger. Still staring at Catherine, who still has tears in her eyes but has yet to actually cry, he finally says “I think it’s time we go home. It’s late. Thank you, Emily for hosting. Thank you to you and Brenda both for helping Catherine make a great Friendsgiving meal. Thank you to all for a fun night.” He said it seemingly through gritted teeth. He pulls Catherine up to her feet, wipes a tear off her face, and turns to Luke, who is still just standing there with his boner in full display and says “I think you should keep it in your pants next year”. He’s still clearly upset but has reigned in his anger. He turns to me and Brenda “Thanks. We’ll see you next time.” Catherine adds in “yeah. Thank you for the fun night.” As if she had not just stroked my husband and then gotten yelled at by her own.

Luke pulls up his pants. Brenda and I get up to properly say goodbye to Leo and Catherine. I whispered “I’m sorry” to both of them as we hugged goodbye.

Luke pulls Leo to the side briefly. I later found out he told him he was sorry. He had been thinking with his other head. And he would’ve stopped if Leo had said something earlier.

Leo, Catherine, and Josh head out after some slightly awkward goodbyes. Brenda remains behind with me and my husband. We start to discuss what just happened. For the most part, we all agreed yes, things had gone too far, BUT Leo should’ve said something sooner instead of just being quiet by the window. Luke and I would’ve stopped it. It really would’ve been up to us since Catherine was probably too intoxicated to have any actual self control.

Brenda finally decides to call it a night as she heads on to the guest room (which is right next to the living room), she makes a point of letting us know she knows Luke probably has blue balls and needs to cum. She told us to have fun and not mind her. Luke and I chuckle and say good night.

Once her door closes, we look at each other. I tell him “let’s be quick before my mot her gets home” Clothes are off immediately. Doesn’t take long at all for his cock to be fully engorged and my pussy to be wet enough to slide him in. Still, he stretches my tight little cunt as he fucks me in doggy style as I’m on my knees on the couch leaning on the back. He alternates between hold my hips and my tits and simply uses my pussy to finally fully pleasure himself. I love it. I love being used like a little fuck toy.

I’m screaming as he rails his cock deep in my pussy. The entire time I just keep replaying Catherine and Brenda seeing his cock. Catherine stroking him. Nearly blowing him. I surprisingly start to imagine her actually blowing him. I start to fantasize that she’s licking his balls right as he’s ramming into me. The thought of sharing my husband with Catherine can’t leave my head. I cum hard as I imagine her under me taking his cock while sucking on my tits. Hearing me cum and feeling my pussy around him, he starts huffing that he’s going to cum soon.

He pulls out and I get down on my knees to finish him with my mouth. He shoots rope after rope after rope of thick warm cum into my mouth. I swallow it all. I smile up at him. I say “wow. Catherine really teased you huh?” He just smiles down at me.

But our moment of intimacy is interrupted by Brenda saying in a breathy voice “Fuck. You really know how to use that big cock”. We look over and find her standing up against the doorway, now in a tank top and loose, short sleep shorts. The shorts are pulled to the side and we can see her hand at work. I take Luke’s cock back into my mouth. I know he just came. I know he’s probably too sensitive. He immediately gives out these rapid groans like it’s too much. That’s enough to push Brenda over the edge. She cums, nearly falling down. She giggles a little as she recuperates from her orgasm.

She apologizes and says that all my screaming made her very curious to see Luke in action. Specially as she had already seen how big his uncut cock was. We tell her it’s fine. It’s been a wild night. We all say goodnight for real this time. Luke and I quickly pick up our clothes and head upstairs to my room.

We watched a movie and halfway through hear my mot her come home. I think of everything that happened in her living room without her knowing. She comes upstairs, knocks on my door, and opens it to ask if we had a fun Friendsgiving. I tell her it was great and that we all had a lot of fun. She apologizes that she missed it. I tell her it’s completely fine. It was FRIENDSgiving after all. I told her I was sure her Thanksgiving meal would surely be better. She smiles and says good night. Luke and I laugh quietly. We know things wouldn’t have gotten so out of hand if she had been there.

There is some background here that you need and I'm going to keep it short, my best friend's boyfriend has been attractive to me for over a year and I have done absolutely nothing about it because she is my best friend and I am a good person, also she would 100% clock it if I tried anything, so it has just been living in the back of my head quietly for fourteen months. Until last weekend lol.

Late birthday celebration, fancy airbnb, jacuzzi, the three of us, and a level of alcohol that I would describe as more than sufficient.

We got in the jacuzzi after dinner and honestly it started the way these things always start when you put two girls who are comfortable with each other and one very attractive man into warm water with enough drinks in them, which is slowly and then all at once. She and I have always been touchy with each other in a way that's never needed a label and with the alcohol and the warm water and the low light she pulled me close at some point and kissed me and I kissed her back and it was soft and warm and her mouth tasted like whatever cocktail we'd been drinking and I had my hands in her wet hair and for a second I genuinely forgot there was a third person in the jacuzzi at all.

Then I remembered.

He was watching us with this expression that I felt in my chest and significantly lower than my chest and I could feel his eyes on us and I got wetter from that alone which is information I was not ready to process at that moment lol. She pulled back from me and looked at him and smiled and then she was kissing him and I was watching that happen from about two feet away in a jacuzzi feeling extremely things about it.

The three of us found a rhythm after that, hands moving under the water, mouths moving, her kissing me and then him and then sort of both of us at once, his hands finding their way between the two of us in the warm water and every time they got close to me I felt my pussy clench and had to actively remind myself to keep breathing like a normal person. I was SOAKING, embarrassingly soaking, and not from the jacuzzi, and the way his hands felt moving through the water toward me was making it significantly worse and I was having a very internal experience about all of this while trying to look like I was fine.

We got out eventually and she caught my eye and tilted her head toward the bedroom in a way that required no further explanation and I followed because there was no world in which I was not following.

And that is when I saw it properly for the first time.

I have slept with a reasonable number of people, I have seen some things, I thought I had a solid understanding of what was out there in the world and I was NOT prepared, like at ALL. He was huge, thick in a way that I looked at and felt my pussy go from already soaking to actively dripping, like my body made a decision completely independently of my brain and the decision was yes please immediately. I have always thought of myself as a size queen but I think that title requires some practical evidence and I may have been operating on theory this whole time lol.

She was touching him while I watched and I could see how wet she already was and I thought okay so she handles this regularly, she is genuinely built different, god bless her because I don't know how.

When he pressed his cock against me I was so wet I could feel my own wetness on him before he'd even done anything and I was dripping down my thighs and shaking a little already just from the anticipation of it and the weight of him pressing there. She got her fingers inside me first, working me open slowly while I lay there gripping the sheets and trying to breathe, and even after that when he tried to push inside me the stretch was something I was absolutely not ready for that evening. I could take the head, barely, and just THAT was enough to make my eyes roll back and my thighs clamp shut around him and I came embarrassingly fast just from the desperation and the fullness of that alone, my pussy clenching around just his tip while my whole body completely fell apart.

I felt bad about it after lol like apologetic

So while she was in the bathroom I pulled him aside and got on my knees and took his cock in my hands and just looked at it for a second because I needed a moment and I think I deserved one, and then I took as much of him in my mouth as I could manage and worked the rest with both hands and he came down my throat while I looked up at him and I swallowed all of it and felt very good about how the evening had ultimately concluded.

I don't know how she takes that regularly, I have my questions. I also have a standing request to find out in person again as soon as possible and I am not even a little bit ashamed of that.

His mouth stayed on my neck. Warm. Slow. The same husband I had been with for nine years, only now there was a new current under his hands.

I closed my eyes and let the thought sit. The room. The five of them. The way they had looked at me like I was something they wanted and could not touch. Ryan knew. He had always known. That was the part that made my skin hum.

"We should try to get some sleep" I said. Not because I wanted to stop, but because I wanted to keep the door open, not slam it.

"Yeah, we should get some sleep" he murmured against my skin.

But neither of us moved for a while. His arm stayed around me. My leg stayed pressed to his. The want was still there, folded under the blanket, waiting.

The next morning came slow. Light through the curtain. Ryan already up, coffee in the kitchen like always. Normal. Safe. Only now I knew the safe part had a door in it, and he had left it open on purpose.

I found him at the counter. He slid a mug toward me.

"You managed to sleep okay last night" he said.

"I slept some, but my thinking kept me up for a while" I said.

He looked at me over the rim of his cup. "You were thinking about them" he said.

"I was thinking about you and them" I said. "And what you said to me, that you liked it."

He set the cup down. "I meant every word of it" he said. "I aint scared of this, Sienna. I already told you that"

I held my mug and felt the heat through the ceramic. "Then we should talk about it before the next time they come over" I said.

He nodded once. "We will talk when you are ready for it" he said.

.................I was already ready for it.

That day moved quiet. I went to work, hands on backs and shoulders, sore again by the fifth client. But the soreness felt different now. Like my body knew something had shifted. Every time I thought of the living room, the warm thing low in my stomach came back, steady.

"You seem like you are somewhere else today" my last client said.

"I am just thinking about some things" I said.

At home that night, Ryan cooked. Simple thing. He hummed while he did it. Normal. Only now normal had a second layer, and we both knew it.

After dinner we sat on the couch. The same couch the guys had crowded a week before. He put his arm behind me.

"Next time they come over, you do whatever feels good to you" he said. "I aint gonna be mad about it. I already told you that."

I looked at him. "And if what feels good to me is not just them looking at me" I said.

He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled, that loose one from the night before.

"We will talk about that too" he said. "But I aint gonna lie to you, Sienna. The idea of it gets me hard"

My face went warm. Not from shame. From the same thing that had started it all, the night I heard them through the wall.

"I know you got hard" I said. "I felt you against me last night"

He laughed, soft. "Yeah, you felt exactly that" he said.

We left it there. Not finished. Just opened. The door was still there, and now we had both walked up to it.

I went to bed that night without the fear I had at the start. The compliments were still in my head, but they were not just voices through a wall anymore. They were a thing Ryan and I shared now. Something we built together, slow, without rushing it.

And I knew, the next time the doorbell rang, I wouldnt hide in the bedroom.

So quick background before I get into it, my best friend and my boyfriend have history, the three of us had a threesome a while back that went extremely well, and ever since then the three of us have been in this ongoing flirty text situation where we're all very aware that we want to do it again except she lives in a completely different province and the distance keeps getting in the way.

It was her idea to FaceTime.

I felt weird about it at first, like logistically weird, I didn't know how that was supposed to work or where to look or what the etiquette even was for this specific situation because I don't think etiquette has caught up to it yet 😭 But me and my boyfriend started having sex first, he was already behind me and going and I was already pretty gone, and then my phone lit up with her name and I just. Answered it.

And immediately it felt insane in the best possible way.

Having her face on that screen while he was inside me, watching her take in what she was seeing, her expression doing something that made my stomach drop, it was a lot to process while also trying to remember how to breathe 😭 He could see her too and I felt him get harder behind me which okay that's information.

Then after a few minutes she pulled her shirt off.

I want to be clear that my best friend has INCREDIBLE boobs and I feel no shame about being very aware of this fact. She held the camera up and I actually whimpered a little which is embarrassing but she earned it. Then she turned the camera down and showed us her pussy and I am practically bi and my boyfriend definitely is not complaining about that and both of us just completely lost our minds.

She started touching herself and trying to match the energy of what we were doing, keeping pace with him pounding into me from behind, and the sounds she was making through the phone mixed with the wet sounds of him fucking me and I was genuinely overwhelmed in a way I can't fully describe. Like too much good information coming from too many directions at once 😭

He had both hands on my hips and was going harder than he had been before, definitely because of what was on the screen, and I could hear her getting louder through the phone and then trying to get quieter because she lives with her family and had her AirPods in and the last thing she needed was someone knocking on her door at that specific moment 💀

Watching her face when she came was genuinely one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life. Watching someone come while they're watching you get fucked is a completely different experience than I was prepared for and I don't have better words for it than that. She came with her hand over her mouth trying to stay quiet and her back arching and her eyes not quite closing all the way and I came about thirty seconds later with my face in the mattress being absolutely feral about it while my boyfriend finished inside me shortly after.

The three of us just kind of stayed there for a minute. Her breathing through the phone. Us breathing into the room. Nobody said anything useful.

She's single right now and she lives far away and we are absolutely doing this again and I would also like to put in a formal request for her to not be far away anymore 😌

This is Part III, you may enjoy it more if you read Parts I & II. They’re posted on my story for your enjoyment. ;)

He walked over, his hard cock clearly bouncing under his thin sweatpants with every step, and he sat down right next to me on the couch. Of course, to do this, he did have to walk his hard cock fairly close to my bestie‘s face. As he did this, she struggled to focus enough to answer his question. “Uh…a-uh……a cock.“

He raised his eyebrow as he took his seat, “you want to stroke a cock?”

We all looked at his hard cock and the very obvious tent it was propping up in his lap. Images of her hand, her thin fingers wrapped around his engorged, veiny member flashed in my mind and I found myself aroused at that thought. My pussy had already been a bit warm and wet from hearing she had fingered herself listening to us fuck the night prior and telling her all the dirty details. But now, this raised my horny-meter by a noticeable amount. I could smell myself.

Their conversation continued in the background while I was lost in my horny thoughts

“Yes! It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. I’m so desperate.“

I looked down at my crotch and saw a small wet spot on my shorts.

“I would even appreciate just giving a hard cock a few strokes just to give me some goon fuel.”

Hubby and I exchanged a mischievous look and before I could even process the thought, my mouth opened and spilled out “You can stroke his morning wood.”

My heart thumped as my offer hung in the silence between us. His cock twitched at the offer.

“Are you serious?”

I looked over at her, giving her a sultry smile.

“You can have as many strokes as you want for goon fuel. He takes a long time to cum when he has morning wood.“

Hubby stood up and took a step towards her, his hard cock right at her face. Her mouth opened in disbelief, her eyes glued to his clear tent. She reached for his waistband and looked at me. I nodded. She pulled his waistband down, letting his sweatpants fall to his ankles and unleashing his engorged cock, springing out mere inches away from her face. She reached out, slowly wrapping her hand around his cock.

“Fuck. I can’t even fully wrap my fingers around it.”

“Yeah. His morning wood is a bit shorter than his usual boners. But it’s also noticeably thicker.”

Hubby chimed in with a confident smirk, ”Is it too thick to stroke?“

She immediately answered by stroking him, sliding her hand up and down his shaft with lust in her eyes. As she kept stroking, her other hand slowly made its way down to her crotch, pulling her panties to the side and immediately getting to work fingering herself. The semi-obstructed view of my bestie’s wet, pink pussy as she stroked my husband’s hard cock was all too much. I slipped out of my shorts, spread my legs, and started pleasuring myself as I watched the scene unfolding before me. As the action proceeded and I heard my hubby’s familiar moans, I popped my tits out of my tank top and start squeezing them, making sure to also play with and pinch my nipples.

We continued like this for a bit before she switched hands, taking the cock-stroking hand to her pussy and the pussy-fingering hand to his cock. And in doing so, she covered his cock with her pussy juices, joining his precum in an effort to lube up the action. Our living room filled with all of our moans and the clear sound of not one but two very wet pussies being played with. Eventually, she started cumming. Her eyes closed as she screamed “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She fell back onto our carpet as her fingers continued to finish her off. I took this as my chance. I hopped off the couch, got on my knees and started sucking his cock, slightly tasting the remnants of her pussy juices on him.

As she came down from her orgasm, she repositioned herself in front of him and started massaging his balls. I took my mouth off of him and continued to stroke him.

“Want to suck it?”, I asked her.

“It’s so thick. I’m not sure I can.“

”It’ll fit. It fits my mouth.”

As I kept stroking it as she started slowly approaching it with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out, he started moaning loudly, his knees almost giving out under him. It all happened so fast, but he started shooting his load directly onto her face. It was a surprisingly big load considering I had just milked his cock the night prior. It absolutely covered her face. Some had managed to land inside her open mouth, but most of it was on her lips, her nose, her chin. Some had even dripped down onto her shirt and onto my hand. But I’m a cum slut. And I know how delicious his is. So I couldn’t let it go to waste. I moved closer to her and started licking his cum right off her face. She let out a surprised gasp as her hands awkwardly lingered in the air not touching anything. The taste of cum mixed with makeup reminded me that all her work had now turned into a mess thanks to my husband cumming on her face.

When I was satisfied with my clean up, I looked back at him. He was standing there enjoying the view with his cock still hard, although a bit smaller now. I reached over and sucked his cock clean too. Holding it still, I looked up and said “I haven’t cum yet. Care to show her how you fuck me?“

I sat/laid down on the couch, my legs spread with my pussy right at the edge. He got on his knees and entered me. My bestie got on the couch for her front row seat to the “Emily is getting fucked” show. Her hand caressed my forehead, fixing my hair, while hubby fucked my pussy. He was making a lot of sounds, seemingly half pleasure half pain. I know how sensitive his cockhead gets after he cums, but he was doing a great job of using it to make me cum. Our moans filled the room. His cock plowing into me, making my big tits bounce up and slap my chin gently repeatedly. I looked over at my bestie, her cum-covered shirt at my eye level.

“Fuck. You look so hot fucking her like that“, she said as she spread her legs, moved her panties to the side and started fingering herself again. His eyes widened as he finally had a clear look at her pink pussy. Seeing the lust in his eyes, hearing the new little moans my bestie was emitting as she watched my own pussy get fucked, it all came together to push me over the edge as I came on his cock.

We all just froze there catching our breath after what had just happened. After a minute, my hubby got up and said “So, I hope that‘s enough goon fuel for you. And I’m sorry I came all over your face. Now you need to redo your whole look.”

I let out a bit of a laugh as she replied, “Its a small price to pay for that goon fuel you just gave me. That was seriously hot and your cock is so thick! I really enjoyed feeling it in my hand.”

And with that, we all got up and started getting ready to go find some coffee and food.

After a few hours of hanging out and commenting and joking about earlier, she got on the road back home. Hopefully with enough goon fuel to satisfy her lonely pussy.

My boyfriend and I recently stayed at our friends’ place in the woods to dog-sit while they were away on vacation. The house had a hot tub and sauna, and it was close enough to town that he could still drive to work, so I spent the days there alone.

Curiosity got the better of me one afternoon. Under their bed I found a storage bin packed with kinky gear handcuffs, a whip, butt plugs, a strap-on, and a massive Bad Dragon dildo. I was stunned. They’re a conservative, church-going couple, and even though she’d dropped a few hints about their sex life before, she’d never let on they were this adventurous.

Then I spotted a digital camera. I couldn’t resist turning it on. The first video showed my friend with her mouth wrapped around her husband’s cock and it was enormous. I actually gasped. Thick, long, and perfect.

I kept flipping through clips of him fucking her exactly the way I’d always fantasized about being fucked: rough, hair-pulling, spanking, pounding her until she was crying out. Animalistic and relentless.

Knowing my boyfriend wouldn’t be back for hours, I grabbed one of the dildos to take care of myself. That’s when I noticed one of them was an exact match for his cock. A quick online search confirmed they’d used a “Clone A Willy” kit.

I laid a towel down, pulled that thick replica out, and fucked myself with it while imagining him slamming into me. I came over and over.

That night I decided I needed one of my own. The next day, after my boyfriend left for work, I bought a kit from the sex shop and made a mold of his cock.

I cleaned up every trace of what I’d done. Now I use that clone on myself whenever I get the chance, fantasizing about my friend’s husband. My boyfriend has no idea and he’s even used the same dildo on me without realizing he’s fucking me with a perfect copy of his good friend’s cock.

I am a 32 year old who works in an event management company largely working in the sports industry. And when we handle large sports events normally a crew of around 8-10 of us travel to the various venues and stay at the venue for the duration of the event.

We had the honour of hosting a major sports league in Goa and 8 of us decided to travel for it. Our rooming situation were normally in 4 or 5 star hotels where the event hosts would provide us rooms. And we would normally group make and female Collegues together.

This time however, there was an uneven number of men and women and so one of us had to room with one do the girls. Sana a young 24 year old had just joined us handling social media and having sat next to my desk at office was quite comfortable with me. Hence volunteered to share the room with me. Ofcourse, we did get rooms with separate beds as is our professional protocol. But nothing stopped my mind from wandering.

Sana was short, very fair and had brownish hair. Beautiful eyes and a coy smile. She always wore tight tops and yoga pants to work as we didn’t really have a dress code except on event days. So while her breast were small it was firm and bounced in a way that made you hard with just a glance. She was also quite athletic and so you could see quite a few men giving her yearning glances when she walked past them.

While work was great, staying away from home for a month or more meant almost no action. The only way to find relief was rub one out when I’d find the time. With my other roommate in the past it was quite easy as he would normally step out of the room to speak to his wife or take a walk. And I would have the room to myself. But now with a woman in my room i had to be in my best behaviour. Hence the only chance i would get was when i knew i had the room to myself for an hour when she was away for a meeting and I didn’t have to attend it, or to do it in the shower late evening when she was asleep. Imagining Sana slowly take her top off and play with her boobs was an image that always helped me.

As the days went further. I got more desperate and more adventurous. Ofcourse i had to make sure I didn’t get caught else I’d be in trouble. But I began masturbating under the covers when both if us were in bed and she was asleep. I’d quickly slip my shorts off under the cover keep a few tissue papers in my pocket handy for me to finish into and tug my self to pleasure.

The thought of her small juicy rosy lips around by erect cock made my penis pulse with pleasure as my strokes got faster and faster. I’d imagine myself running my fingers through her hair as her head bobbed up and down with her wet tongue tickling my tip. Within minutes I’d be shaking as ropes of semen would be ready to shoot out of me.

But the inevitable happened one day. Sana and I returned to our room after a long day of set up for the event. And we had the day off the next day. The calm before the storm. “I want to take a warm shower and just pass out” Sana moaned quite tired from the long day. “Me too” i said with a smile on my face. “Yo go first” i said as i took off my footwear and lay down on my bed.

Sana kept her clothes laid out on the bed and hopped into the shower. I could hear her hum a tune as the sound if the shower added to the background. I lay down on my bed closed my eyes and began to imagine her in the shower. As she ran her fingers across the breast and stomach slowly. Soaping her self. Then slowly venturing downward to soap her crotch. I instantly had a hard on and a smile in my face.

As i got happier and happier. I heard the bathroom door click open. She stepped out with just the white hotel towel wrapped around her saying “shit i forgot my clothes could you please turn around ?” But i scrambled to hide my boner and fumbled and fell off the bed. The loud this shocked her and she smiled asking what i was doing. “Nothing” i lied. But the towel needed halfway at her thighs. And seeing her naked thighs made me gawk with desire. She quickly grabbed her clothes and ran back into the wash room to change and came out in a second swing her hair. “Your turn she said”

I went into the shower took my clothes off and stepped in. To my surprise i saw a maroon push-up bra that was washed and keep to dry on the towel rack. Ofcourse i touched it and felt it. But wouldn’t have dared to do anything more. I finished my shower and stepped out in my towel. While i always take my clothes in. This time I’d purposely left it out to walk past her topless. Not like i was built or anything. Just felt like it was thrilling. She saw me in my towel and smiled and said “you forgot your clothes too? “. Yes I said with a sheepish smile but as i walked past her i dropped my towel ans made it look like a mistake. She saw my butt and covered her eyes. I picked my towel up apologising and quickly ran back to the washroom to put my clothes on. But deep down i knew what i was doing.

A few moments later. We’d forgotten about it and were lying down on each others beds and talking when she suddenly mentioned. “I guess we got to know each other a little more today”. “ but thats not fair you saw me naked. But you were fine” i said almost in protest. “Maybe next time” she joked.

In about half an hour we both had decide to go to sleep. But after the images i saw today i was sure I wanted to treat myself to the image i saw today and slowly took my shorts off under the covers. My eyes were not yet adjusted to the dark and I didn’t realise she too was awake. She looked at me as my hand slowly bobbed up and down under the covers.
“Ummm..” she, sending a shock down my spine and breaking the dead silence “do you need help with that?” She inquires.

I was shocked and embarrassed at first and extremely terrified as I didn’t not realise what had happened and froze like a statue. I wasn’t sure if she was angry and sarcastic or why she said that. But in a few seconds i could hear her covers come off and her light footsteps plod towards me. My eyes slowly adjusted and i could see her face in the dark room right next to me now. She smiled a little and lifted my covers to get in.

As she slipped in i could feel her warm thighs against mine. She too had removed her night pants and was sleeping in her underwear and T-shirt. It took me a few seconds to realise what was happening but i embraced it fully and wrapped one of my hand around her and got my face closer to hers. She ran her fingers though my chest hair as she embraced me. My right hand had ventured down to her waist and slowly made its way to her firm butt. With a slight hesitation we kissed as my hand squeezed her right butt check. Her hands too slowly went adventurous and landed near my cock and fiddled with my balls. I too soon made my way towards her pussy and attempted to finger her. Just my middle finger went in as i began to slowly rock it in and out in a circular motion.

She moaned softly and lifted her T-shirt with one hand revealing her breasts. Like a full moon on a dark night her moly white boobs lit the room as i bowed my head down to get a nibble. Her other hands has made its way to my cock and has stated stroking it gently. I used my index finger to play with the opening of her ass as i continued to finger her pussy. She moaned a little more ans began to stroke my cock harder and harder. With every faster stroke i came closer to arrival and ecstasy flowed through my veins. I began pulsing like I usually do before I’m about to cum. It became more and more intense. Almost like someone was shaking me by my shoulder. Three more pulses and suddenly i woke up with a jerk. It was Sana. She was all dressed from her shower and was attempting to wake me up. “Hey it’s your turn. You fell asleep” she said. I sat up on my bed confused ans just realised what had happened.

I took my clothes, and towel and walked toward the shower with my imagination running wild. Well possibility are still there for it to happen. Right ?

Part I is up on my profile for your enjoyment.

The next morning, I woke up before hubby. He was peacefully sleeping with a very obvious tent from his morning wood. I reached down there just to give it a little squeeze and feel how hard he was.

I quietly walked out to the living room and found my bestie sitting on the floor doing her makeup. She’s an early bird so there’s no telling how long she had been up already.

We said good morning and I asked her how she had slept the night before.

“Well, I was just starting to fall asleep. When I started hearing some banging. And then started hearing some moans.”

She shot me an accusatory look.

“Sorryyy. I was just so horny!”

She waves me off. “Don’t worry about it. It was hot.”

“How much did you hear?”

“Probably all of it. You guys were fucking for a while before you quieted down.”

“Haha. Yeah, he can last.”

“And since I couldn’t sleep, I just laid there waiting for you guys to quiet down.”

She stops as if considering to tell me something else.

“And then I realized I was getting horny hearing you guys fuck. You just sounded like you were really enjoying yourself. It made me so wet and jealous really.”

“Sorry. I know it’s been a minute for you.”

“Yeah! It’s been way too long since I got any cock. But I got so horny, I ended up putting my hand down there and playing with myself.”

I was a bit taken aback hearing she had fingered herself on my couch listening to my hubby fuck me in the room right down the hall.

“Did you cum listening to us?”

“Yeah. I came so hard and I’m sorry but I left a wet spot on your couch. I tried cleaning it with a napkin. But it still left a white stain.”

She points and I look over to see a very clear white spot.

“It’s honestly no biggie. I get my juices on the couch all the time. We have a foaming carpet cleaner we use on it.”

“It’s been so long since I had cock. Can you tell me about last night?”

So, as she kept working on her make up, I told her all about the previous night. How horny I was. How hard his cock was. How good it felt to be taken in that moment. How he didn’t care if she heard. How he made me cum so hard and then made me taste my own pussy juices on his cock before giving me my salty sweet reward. By the time I was done, her makeup was all done.

“Fuck. That was hot. I don’t think you realize how lucky you are to have cock at home ready whenever you want it.”

“Oh. I do. I hear you complain about lack of cock all the time haha.”

“Like, I’m so desperate, I would enjoy even just getting to stroke one.”

And almost as if he had been waiting in the hall listening for his most opportune moment to come into the living room, hubby walked in asking what she wanted to stroke.

And he very clearly still had his morning wood making a very obvious appearance through his thin sweatpants.

So it started freshman year when three of us got assigned to the same triple and if you don't know what a triple is it's one room with three beds and approximately zero personal space and the kind of living situation that either destroys a friendship or creates something that is going to be very hard to explain to future partners 😭

The first few weeks we were all doing the thing where you wait until you think everyone's asleep and then very quietly try to have some private time and then immediately stop the second anyone moves and honestly it was exhausting and also clearly not working because we were all doing it and we all knew we were all doing it and nobody was saying anything about it.

Eventually Mia just said it out loud one night. Very casual. Very matter of fact. Something like okay we all know what's happening here so can we just agree that it's fine and move on with our lives.

We agreed. We moved on. It was immediately better 😭

What we did not anticipate was the audience effect. Because the first time one of us started and the other two were still awake and we'd all agreed it was fine so nobody left or turned over or pretended to be asleep, and about four minutes in all three of us were going and the room had a very specific energy that I did not have vocabulary for at eighteen years old but I do now.

We started planning them. That's the part I feel like I should ease you into but there's no graceful way to say it so I'm just going to say it. We would pick a night, stay in, light a candle because we are WOMEN OF CULTURE, and spend a couple of hours just doing whatever we wanted while the others watched or participated or occasionally offered suggestions 😇

The suggestions thing started because Jess kept giving running commentary without meaning to, like she would just narrate what was working for her and then we'd try it and she was right every single time which makes her either very talented or a menace, jury's still out 💀

The tension of it was something I wasn't expecting. Like it's one thing to know your roommates are attractive and another thing entirely to be lying three feet away from them in the dark listening to them and knowing they can hear you and making eye contact occasionally and pretending that's a normal thing that normal people do. We were all nervous the first few times in a way that was somehow more intimate than anything else because we were nervous TOGETHER.

Other girls joined sometimes. A few of their boyfriends, which required a different kind of group agreement and a very funny ten minute conversation that I think about sometimes when I feel like the world is too serious 😭

We still have our own rooms now since we moved into an apartment together this year, more space, more privacy, but we still do it, and when we do there's this warmth to it that I think is just what it feels like to be completely comfortable with people, like fully seen and not performing anything and just existing together in a way most people never get.

The shenanigans that occasionally happen are not the point. They're just the icing on the cake lol 💅

If your college roommates aren't your people after reading this I'm so sorry genuinely.

Okay so this started as a completely normal girls night that my boyfriend at the time happened to be at and ended with me on my knees in front of him while four of my best friends watched and I feel genuinely great about how it went 😇

We were all at mine, drinks, music, the usual, and the conversation went the way it goes when you get a group of girls drinking together which is eventually and inevitably to sex. Specifically to blowjobs. Specifically to who in the group was actually good at them versus who just thought they were.

My boyfriend at the time, who I loved, who I would have done anything for, made the catastrophic decision to join this conversation and suggest that maybe I wasn't as good as I thought I was. In front of everyone. With his whole chest. He was joking, obviously he was joking, but my girls LATCHED onto it immediately and started asking me to prove it and look, once that energy is in the room there is only one correct response 😭

I got off the couch, dropped to my knees in front of him, and pulled his cock out before he'd even registered what was happening.

He looked down at me with this expression that was equal parts OH NO and please don't stop and I did not stop. I got him in my mouth while he was still half hard and felt him get fully hard on my tongue which is its own specific power move that I recommend to everyone. He put his hand on the back of my head almost immediately, instinct, and I let him push me down further and I took all of it, held it there until my eyes were watering and I was gagging around him and my girls went INSANE 😭😭

And here's the thing nobody talks about, the thing that made this different from just a normal blowjob, which is that having an audience does something to both of you. He was throat fucking me in a way he had genuinely never done before, like something about being watched made him forget to be careful, and I was wetter than I had any right to be considering I had four friends sitting six feet away watching this happen in real time.

I could hear them getting into it. Someone said oh my god. Someone else said she is NOT. My ex had both hands in my hair and was not being gentle and I was choking and tearing up and absolutely not stopping because I had a POINT TO PROVE 😭

He lasted maybe four minutes which is impressive given the circumstances and came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop and looked up at him while I did it and then turned around and looked at my girls.

Complete silence.

Then I swear, it sounds like a fake "everyone clapped" story, but that is what actually happened. Not sure who started it but one started a slow clap, probably jokingly then everyone joined in. And my ex was sitting there looking like a man who had just had a religious experience and also owed me an apology.

He apologized, immediately and sincerely andI accepted it graciously.

Nobody argued about who gives the best head after that and nobody has brought it up since because there is simply nothing left to discuss :)

We broke up a while after for completely unrelated reasons but I think about that night sometimes and feel very good about myself 😌

About 9 months ago-ish.....i had been dating this guy named Blake. I was living with him. And i was using his pc and found history of all these weird porn sights, then i found downloaded pics and videos of porn.....NOT NORMAL PORN!!!!

He liked chicks with dicks.....!!!
I'm like omg....ok. Didnt say anything. Then one night I touched his ass when we were sleeping. He turned over, and he had A BONER!!!!
The next day i asked what that was all about. He then told me he wanted me to buy a dildoe and shove it up his ASS!!!! Then stared showing me porn of chicks with dicks fucking this guy in the ass and and the guy giving these half women half men a blow job. I about puked. Needless to say i had been with him for almost a year and had no clue.....I left him. Now he's with this girl who has no clue.....god save her LMFAO!!!!

My boyfriend had to work a long shift last Saturday and told me I could just hang at his apartment if I wanted. I got there around noon and had the whole place to myself for hours. I was bored after a while so I started looking through his stuff. Not in a mean way, just curious.

Opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand and found a small box pushed to the back. Inside was a thick realistic dildo, a smaller one, a bottle of lube, and this little bullet vibrator. There was also a pair of soft cuffs and a black blindfold. I just stared at it for a minute. He’s never brought any of this out when we’re together. Always kept it pretty straightforward with me.

I took the thick dildo and the bullet vibrator into the bedroom and locked the door even though nobody was coming home for a while. Stripped down and got on his bed. Started with the vibrator on my clit while I slowly pushed the thicker one inside. It stretched me more than I’m used to from him. Once it was deep I turned the vibrator up and just fucked myself with it, thinking about him using these on someone else or maybe planning to use them on me later.

Came pretty hard the first time and had to bury my face in his pillow. Didn’t stop though. Kept going until I came again, wetter, legs shaking. Had to take a few minutes to breathe after.

Cleaned everything really carefully and put the box back exactly how I found it. When he got home later I acted normal. We even had sex that night and I kept thinking about the toys the whole time. He has no idea I found them. Now every time I’m over there I get this quiet little rush knowing what’s in that drawer.

Chapter I

The rain hammered against the weathered shingles of the beach house like impatient fingers, each gust of wind from the ocean carrying the sharp tang of salt and wet sand through the cracked window frames. Cara stood in the flickering half-light of the kitchen, her phone pressed to her ear, frustration tightening her jaw as the line crackled. At twenty-nine, she had grown used to solving her own problems—freelance work had taught her that much—but the sudden blackout in the middle of the night had forced her hand. "Yeah, it's the whole place," she said into the receiver, her voice steady despite the chill creeping up her bare arms. "I flipped every breaker I could find. Just get here." She hung up before the man on the other end could offer more calm assurances, her fingers tracing the edge of the marble countertop she had spent the afternoon measuring for the renovation.

When the knock finally came, it was low and unhurried, barely audible over the storm. Cara opened the door to find Brendon filling the frame, rain dripping from his dark hair and the collar of his work jacket, his broad shoulders hunched slightly against the wind. He looked every bit the thirty-two-year-old contractor who owned the local crew—solid, capable, with callused hands that gripped a toolbox like it weighed nothing. "Brendon Hale," he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation, his eyes adjusting quickly to the dim glow of her phone flashlight. "Electricity's out, huh? Let's take a look." Cara crossed her arms, noting the easy confidence in his stride as he moved past her, the faint scent of cedar and rain clinging to him. She had expected someone older, more gruff, not this quiet intensity that made the small foyer feel even smaller. As he worked, testing panels and muttering about old wiring, their conversation stayed practical—her explaining the project's timeline, him asking pointed questions about load capacities—but she caught the way his gaze lingered on her profile when she turned to point out a fixture, and the subtle shift in his posture when she challenged his first suggestion with her own stubborn logic.

The lights flared back to life after twenty minutes, casting warm pools across the hardwood floors and illuminating the ocean's restless silhouette beyond the glass. Brendon packed his tools with deliberate care, wiping his hands on a rag before meeting her eyes again. "Should hold until morning. Call if it doesn't." He lingered a moment longer than necessary at the threshold, the rain now a softer murmur behind him, and Cara felt the pull of something unspoken in the space between them—an awareness that made her pulse quicken despite her irritation at his unflappable calm. She nodded, her fingers brushing the doorframe as she watched him disappear into the downpour, both of them carrying the weight of that first charged glance into the night.

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Chapter II

Several days later, the storm had given way to a stubborn coastal haze that clung to the windows of the beach house like a second skin, and Cara found herself watching Brendon more than she intended as he measured the kitchen cabinets for the new quartz counters. His hands moved with a quiet precision that belied the calluses, pausing to trace a knot in the wood before offering a softer suggestion about the layout that actually aligned with the vision she'd sketched on her tablet. She caught herself smiling at his unexpected patience when a delivery driver mixed up the tile order, his low chuckle rumbling through the unfinished space as he helped her sort through the crates in the backyard overlooking the restless gray ocean. Their fingers brushed once while lifting a box, the contact lingering just long enough for heat to bloom under her skin, and she noticed the way his eyes softened when she admitted how the project felt like rebuilding more than just walls—something personal after a string of freelance moves that had left her untethered.

The tension thickened in unexpected places: a quick stop at the local café where their private joke about his terrible coffee order turned into shared laughter over half-eaten pastries, his shoulder pressing against hers in the narrow booth as rain pattered the awning outside; or the hardware store in town, where he teased her stubborn insistence on the exact shade of paint, their hands reaching for the same sample card and freezing in that charged pause. Brendon revealed glimpses of his gentler core in quiet asides about helping his sister renovate her first home, while Cara let slip fragments of old disappointments—failed relationships that had taught her to guard her independence too fiercely. By the time sunset bled into the horizon and they sat on the cool sand with cold beers from the cooler, the conversation had drifted deeper, past surface talk to the weight of past heartbreaks and the quiet hunger for something steady amid the chaos of their lives. The ocean's rhythm matched the pull between them, his gaze holding hers longer than necessary, her pulse quickening at the faint scent of salt and cedar on his skin.

When the last light faded and he leaned in, close enough that his breath warmed her lips and the world narrowed to the brush of his thumb along her jaw, Cara felt the ache of wanting him sharpen into something undeniable—yet she pulled back first, her voice unsteady as she murmured that mixing this with the renovation might complicate everything they both needed. He nodded, the space between them suddenly vast and electric, both retreating into the gathering dark with the unspoken promise of what almost was lingering like the tide.

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Chapter III

The storm returned with sudden fury that evening, winds howling off the ocean and battering the beach house until the renovation work became impossible. Brendon had just finished securing a tarp over the exposed cabinets when the power flickered and died again, plunging the space into deep shadow broken only by the dim glow of Cara's phone. They moved through the kitchen together, gathering candles from a drawer and stacking logs in the fireplace until flames licked up the stone, casting flickering gold across their faces and the scattered tools. The air grew thick with the scent of smoke and salt, the rain drumming relentlessly against the windows as they settled on the floor cushions near the hearth, knees nearly touching.

Cara's pulse raced as she met his eyes across the small space, the vulnerability from their almost-kiss days ago still raw between them. "I've been fighting this because I'm terrified you'll see me as just another temporary thing, like every other guy who's drifted through my life," she admitted, voice low and unsteady, her fingers twisting in the hem of her sweater. Brendon leaned closer, the firelight highlighting the honest lines of his face. "You're not temporary to me, Cara. I came here expecting a job, but you've gotten under my skin in ways I didn't plan for—your stubbornness, the way you light up talking about this place. It's more than I expected, and it scares me too." His hand found hers, callused thumb tracing slow circles over her knuckles, sending warmth spiraling up her arm. The tension cracked open as he cupped her cheek, and their lips met in a kiss that started soft and searching, deepening with shared breath and the slide of his tongue against hers, hands roaming over fabric to feel the heat of skin beneath.

She arched into him as his fingers traced the curve of her waist, pulling her closer until her breasts pressed against the solid plane of his chest, the kiss turning hungry with the taste of rain still on his lips. "No more pretending," she whispered against his mouth, and he nodded, voice rough with need. "We're both adults here, and I want this—want you." Their bodies aligned in the fire's glow, every touch a promise as the storm raged on outside, the decision settling between them like the steady crackle of burning wood.

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Chapter IV

The firelight danced across their skin as Brendon pulled her closer, his mouth claiming hers again with growing urgency while his callused hands slipped beneath her sweater to cup the warm weight of her breasts, thumbs circling her hardening nipples until she gasped into the kiss. Cara tugged at his shirt, fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest and down to the straining bulge in his jeans, her touch bold as she freed his thick cock and stroked its length, feeling it pulse hot against her palm. They shed clothes in a tangle of limbs on the cushions, her pussy slick and aching as he parted her thighs and sank two fingers inside her, curling them to draw moans from her throat while his tongue laved her clit in slow, deliberate strokes that built her tension to a breaking point. She came with a shuddering cry, then guided him into her, his cock stretching her walls in one deep thrust that left them both breathless, hips rocking in rhythm as the storm howled and their bodies fused with raw need and the quiet certainty of something more than lust.

In the days that followed, their days spilled beyond the beach house into shared explorations that wove physical hunger with deepening affection—lingering lunches at a sunlit seaside restaurant where his knee pressed against hers under the table, fingers tracing her wrist as they fed each other bites of fresh seafood; wandering a bustling night market hand in hand, the scent of salt and spices in the air while stolen kisses behind stalls led to urgent touches in the shadows; afternoons in his workshop amid the scent of sawdust, where he lifted her onto a workbench and they made love amid scattered tools, her legs wrapped around him as he thrust into her with steady power, her breasts pressed to his chest and their whispered confessions of growing attachment mingling with gasps of pleasure. Even at a quiet overlook above town, with the ocean stretching below, they leaned into each other on a weathered bench, his arm around her as they watched the sunset and later turned to each other for slow, tender sex in the back of his truck, every caress affirming the bond that had formed since their wary first meeting.

Yet as the renovation neared completion, the weight of what came next pressed in during quiet moments after their lovemaking, Cara's thoughts drifting to the city opportunity that had arrived in her inbox—a major design project pulling her back to the life she'd known—while Brendon lay awake beside her, realizing he couldn't imagine the house finished without her in it. The conflict surfaced one evening as they stood on the porch, her phone screen glowing with the offer and his voice low with the pull of family ties and local commitments that anchored him here, leaving them both staring at the horizon with the unspoken fear that their connection might end when the last nail was driven and she had to choose between the steady rhythm they'd built and the pull of her old world.

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Chapter V

The porch conversation stretched into the night, their voices low against the steady crash of waves below, until the weight of unspoken fears gave way to something steadier. Brendon’s hand found hers in the dark, his thumb tracing the same slow circles he had once used to soothe her nerves over paint samples and tile orders. “I don’t want you to stay for me,” he said, voice rough but certain. “I want you to go and build what you need, the way you built this place. But I’m not letting go of what we have. We’ll figure out the distance—weekends here, calls that last too long, whatever it takes. You’re not temporary, Cara. You never were.” She turned to him then, the phone’s glow catching the sheen in her eyes, and admitted the plan already forming: she would take the city project but keep the beach house as her anchor, returning every few weeks to the coast that had become more than a job. He exhaled, shoulders easing, and pulled her into a kiss that tasted of salt and relief.

Weeks later the renovation stood finished, the beach house transformed from weathered shell to sunlit haven with polished floors, quartz counters that caught the light, and windows framing the ocean like living paintings. Cara packed the last of her things, the space now echoing with memories instead of silence. She returned one final evening before the drive north, keys turning in the lock as Brendon waited inside. No words passed at first; he simply crossed the room and gathered her against him, mouth claiming hers with the same searching hunger that had first cracked open their walls. They moved to the bedroom they had once measured together, clothes falling away in the golden spill of sunset through new glass. His callused hands mapped her bare skin with reverence, cupping her breasts before sliding lower to part her thighs, fingers stroking the slick heat of her pussy until she trembled. She took him in hand, guiding his thick cock inside her with a shared gasp, their bodies rocking in deep, unhurried rhythm on the bed they had chosen side by side. Each thrust carried the promise of return, her legs wrapped tight around him, hearts pounding in time with the distant surf as pleasure crested and they clung to each other through the aftershocks, certain the distance would only sharpen what they had already chosen to keep.

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