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The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

It avoids any claims of force and eliminates the concept of jealousy. At least dishonesty about partners leading to that—or worse, infighting between the men. With my head still squarely on my shoulders, rather than rolling into the fire pit with the rest, I gulp, looking into her darker eyes, seeing my own lust mirrored in them. I give one last look. One last confirmation that I won’t be murdered for touching one of their women and find that sex is openly, actively happening with three other couples around us. There’s even a trio of two men sharing the same woman.

My boyfriend "Dave" and I have been together for 7 years. We are an attractive black couple, both in decent shape. We have never had a problem satisfying each other sexually, which is one reason for our long courtship. But we both shared the same freaky ideas about sex, and were willing to try almost anything for a turn-on. As you can imagine after 7 years, something needs to be done to keep the spice alive!

He pulled off onto a dark road, pushed my seat back and climbed over me. He fucked me twice more before he dropped me off at the house, both of us breathing hard and sweaty. I knew it was wrong. I knew it could blow everything up. But the secret nights kept happening anyway. One evening my phone buzzed. Xavier’s name showed up. The message said “Door unlocked.” My heart started racing. I bit my lip and headed straight for the back door. When I stepped inside, he was already there waiting in the dim light. His eyes burned into me. “You’re late,” he said, grabbing my waist and pulling me against him.

“So you think they should tell each other what they are born into before they bump uglies?” “Bump uglies?” “Not the point, Hayden.” He thought for a moment and nodded. “Yes. Sex is about trusting your partner and being comfortable with each other. If they can’t communicate about their actual identities to each other, then I am not sure if the relationship would work out between them despite how good the sex is.” “What if they are ashamed of what they are born into and didn’t ask for the royal titles attached to their name… and just wanted to live a normal life and have kinky sex?”

The threesome between Pathy, Stefan, and Alex grew stronger every day, turning into an addictive obsession of raw, limitless fucking, with daily encounters that left bodies marked, holes sore, and minds overflowing with dirty lust. After the first sharing session in Stefan’s apartment, where Pathy had been double-penetrated until she came screaming, they couldn’t stop: they fucked in the car, in dark alleys, in bar bathrooms, always with thick cocks wrecking hungry holes, cum dripping everywhere. Pathy, once an unsatisfied wife, was now an insatiable slut, pushing her husband Marcos further aside, inventing excuses to disappear at night and return with a swollen pussy and an asshole throbbin

Marisa was trying to get back into the dating scene, but they were both hopelessly picky. In the meantime, our sex was now ending up in cuddling sessions, long talks and lots of kissing and sensitive actions. Often during our home 'workouts' I'd find myself in the missionary position, relaxed, screwing away almost like old married couples, and discussing our days and goals, and even dreams.

she begged, pushing back to meet him. And over by the staircase, a bisexual trio had formed a messy 69 chain, two women and a man tangled together. One woman lay on her back, the man eating her out while she sucked the other woman's clit. The second woman straddled the first's face, grinding down while reaching back to stroke the man's cock, fluids swapping everywhere in a slick, sloppy exchange of tongues and fingers.

They warned us to be ready for an initiation when we meet the other couples. We swing a little, but it isn't our lifestyle. This has turned my sweet little Tabbi in to a Hot and sometimes Slut Wife who wants extra sex now and then. Most of my friends fuck my wife. Believe it or not this actually keeps her very sexually active with me as well. We have a very spicy sex life to our satisfaction.

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...