He was kneeling, planting something I think, when he looked up and caught me staring. I think he knew I was having dirty thoughts because he stopped everything and walked right over to ask for a cold drink. It was scolding hot one day this past summer and I was standing on the front porch in a loose fitting sundress, watching a young shirtless man work in the neighbor’s garden. I’ve been married for nine years, and I’ve been faithful to my husband every single day since the wedding except one. “This story isn’t socially acceptable-but trust me, it’s hot. The one-time philandering wife with zero regrets. Then I finished eating the other girl out and we all shared a joint and went our separate ways. Eventually, I had one girl sitting on my dick and the other sitting on my face.
They started making out frantically and I watched their magnificent tits graze each other and those four beautiful nipples get hard. We took a few swigs of booze and headed back to one of the girl’s dorm rooms, where we stripped our clothes off and went straight to bed. Turns out they wanted to experiment-neither of them had ever been with another girl, or had a threesome-and I was the lucky guy they’d tapped to join in the fun. Until the night I was chilling in the common room and these two drunk girls stumbled in and offered me a shot of whiskey. “I was kind of a hotshot in high school, so when I got to college and no one cared about me as a freshman guy, life kinda sucked. The college freshman treated to a threesome. It was one of those things that had to happen.” 4. We fucked, mostly clothed, like rabid animals, and we climaxed simultaneously. When we finally embraced for the first time, that volcano burst inside and seconds later I was pressed against the wall and his dick was deep inside me. I stood and untucked my blouse, reassuring him silently that I was game. He didn’t have to say a word as he closed the door behind him and walked towards me, loosening his tie. It was 8 o’clock, so everyone else had already left for the day. It was on my one year anniversary at the company that I looked up from my desk to see him standing in the doorway.
Deep down I knew I couldn’t possibly be alone in feeling this way, but months went by and we maintained a purely professional relationship. A volcano of near euphoric erotic energy would erupt inside me whenever we made eye contact. Every time we passed each other in the hallway, the sexual tension was unbelievable.
He wasn’t especially tall or handsome or all that fit, but he exuded this-the only fitting word is magical, no spellbinding-energy. But a few years ago, I took a job at a firm working for a man I was impossibly attracted to. “I’m not the type of woman who uses her sexuality to get ahead. I let him fuck me three times in three hours in his hotel room and I swear those poundings cured me of every last drop of heartache.” 3. Since he was in town on business, I knew I’d never see him again and there was something really liberating about sleeping with someone without any expectations of it turning into something. I didn’t expect much, but he was actually incredibly smart and funny. It wasn’t hard to find a decent looking guy to meet me at a bar down the street that night. I needed to feel wanted, badly, and I figured a random Tinder hookup would do the trick, at least temporarily. “My last boyfriend dumped me for some 23-year-old chick, so the morning I moved out of the place we’d shared for three years to crash on a friend’s couch for a while, I was depressed as fuck. Sometimes, getting laid is the best possible medicine.
Fifteen years later, I’m still reliving that scene regularly in my imagination, about every other time I masturbate.” 2. Feeling like a champion, I screamed ‘thank you!’ as I came. Every vessel in my body was on fire with pleasure. Then I watched, in disbelief, as her perfect ponytailed head bobbed up and down on my lap. She whipped out my cock, and then licked her lips slowly, coating them with her precious saliva. Then she unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned over, and unzipped my pants. A few minutes later, with her hand still between my legs, she drove down an alley and pulled over. You can imagine how stunned I was at the first stoplight, when she reached across and started massaging my crotch. She’d just finished field hockey practice and out of the blue she offered me a ride home. One day she saw me walking in the courtyard outside of school. She was a year older than me, a junior when I was a sophomore in high school, and she knew I had a mad crush on her even though she was way out of my league. “My best sexual experience was one of my very first. When a high school wet dream actually comes true. Read the original batch of real sex stories here, the second saucy installment here, and the third here.