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Fleshbot.com’s True Erotic Stories: He Masturbated While I Watched

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I was open with him. “I don’t mean to make you feel badly or self-conscious, but I would very much like it if I knew you were getting as much pleasure as me, if you had the occasional orgasm in my presence — I feel guilty, greedy. It’s always about me and my pleasure, never yours.” I paused, thinking about what to say next as he looked at me with softly with his icy blue eyes.

“And you’re not getting the pleasure of giving,” he finished for me.

“Yes,” I breathed with relief. He got it.

His “apathy,” as he calls it, is what he struggles with the most. He appears to be completely unfettered when it comes to social intricacies, connecting, receiving, and giving. He has built himself an iron island and no one may ever let him down. It’s emotionally impossible after 29 years of fortitude.

He doesn’t care about things. What those things are, I couldn’t say, I haven’t poked around too much for fear of hearing I am one of them, but he is working on cracking open enough to the vulnerability that is inherent in caring about something, maybe someone.

Almost as if on cue, I began to feel unwell the days following that conversation. Sex was off the table. So we cuddled and talked and let our words probe each other rather than our body parts, but aching/hungry/ass belly aside, I was still set to drooling last night when my absentminded cock-stroking awoke the beast.

We giggled as it rose stiffly against the elastic of his shorts and I gripped it happily and squeezed.

“I’ve thought about what you said the other day,” he said huskily, close to my ear, “And I’m not going to jerk off until Saturday night.”

“Really??” I asked incredulously

“Yes, really. When you come to La Maison du Voisin, then I’ll cum all over your face, in your mouth, and maybe in your pussy.”

“That’s a lot of cumming!” I said impressed.

I was touched by this grand gesture. La Maison du Voisin night marks the very first time he’s offered to cook for me, hang with me, and tuck me in next door.

It’s not as romantic as you think, however. It was originally a gesture of contrition and remorse. Saturday he let a drunk girl pass out face down in his lap and, panicked and drunk, he stroked her arm and shoulder in a creepy, intimate way while our knees bounced against each other in the back of a bouncing pick up truck. My warning looks served only to heighten his discomfort and feelings of helplessness and rendered me anxiety-ridden and miserable.

That night, he offered me La Maison du Voisin.

The next day he woke me up to say he feels bad that he continues to cross boundaries with other women he considers in distress. It was at that moment I realized he’d tossed me bones: Wanna come over to my house Saturday?? Would you like for me to make you dinner? You can stay the night, too.

“Did you offer all that La Maison du Vosin stuff because you felt bad about the drunk girl?”

He admitted it was true, but that he still really wanted me to come over and do those things for me. So, ok. I’m gonna take it however it may come.

I squeezed the cock hot and thick in my hand and it pulsed a little. I told him I wished I was up for fucking. He hugged me and said it was ok. I wasn’t sure if I should try, but I decided to grab my Hitachi. His eyes lit up.

I put the buzzing head on top of my plaid, pink pj shorts and rode the vibrations to a quick and powerful crescendo. I panted, whimpered, and arched my back, and through fluttering lashes I watched his hand move to his cock and begin to blur.

His hand was fast and fapping and I watched his massive thighs flex and relax again and again.

“Do it again,” he said.

My stomach felt ok, so I decided to oblige him.

Again I flipped the switch and rose swift and high, like a rocket, and his hand continued to be a blur as I watched entranced, his muscles flexing and releasing like a wild animal on the run.

I came hard for a second time and lay limply beside him, his hand idling on his stiff cock. “Could you have cum?” I asked, assuming we were done.

“I’m trying to cum!” he said with a smile.

“But I thought you weren’t cumming till Saturday…” I said confused.

“Yes, but I figured jerking off next to you was totally allowed.” He smiled broadly at me. I agreed it was absolutely allowed. “Cum a third time,” he whispered. I knew he was telling me he needed to watch me for a little longer, that he was close.

I flicked the switch back on and gasped the second it hit my clit. The rise was fast, but I was spent. I knew this was for him. I turned my head to the side, let the little row-boat of my orgasm bump against the dock, and watched his hand become an arc of Caucasian skin.

His eyes were tightly closed, his chest knots of muscles. He grunted and gasped and began to buck into his hand even as it slammed down into his lap. His stomach clenched and he crunched up a little, his hand slowed and spurts of milky white choked out of the abused head. A little glob landed on the silky nest of his chest hair.

He laid back down with a sigh and squeezed out more semen, slowly milking himself.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I said, the vibrator forgotten and turned off.

He leaned over and kissed me and I kept my eyes on the glistening tip of his cock.

He rose then and walked around to the other side of the bed, my side, and his still rock hard cock bobbed by my face. He leaned towards my face and I opened my mouth and gently drew him in. He tasted salty and clean.

Then he pulled away and smiled. “I just wanted you to taste it.”

“Thanks,” I said. “It tastes delicious.”

He came back around and we cuddled some more until my lids were heavy and my smile left an imprint in his chest hair. He rolled out from under me and pulled up my covers, leaned over and kissed me goodnight with soft, long strokes.

I’m looking forward to Saturday and lots more of this cum-flavored contrition.

See more hot stories at Fleshbot Fiction. This story republished with permission from A Dissolute Life Means…. Want to see your true tale of lust on Fleshbot? Contact us. See more gorgeous smut at X-Art.

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Product Review: Sportsheets G-Spot Link Ankle Cuffs

Synopsis: A pair of adjustable nylon ankle cuffs, meant to hold the legs comfortably during sex in the missionary position (and its variations).

Our Review: A relatively simple and straightforward product, the Sportsheets G-spot Link Positionary cuffs are detachable ankle restraints that are meant to hold a woman’s leg in the missionary position (behind her partner’s back) for deeper and more comfortable penetration. And while we certainly can’t argue with the product’s ability to do its job, we’re still a bit undecided on the actual need for such a device.

One problem is that Eddy’s legs are short (she’s only 5′ 3″) and so wrapping her legs around my 6′ 2″ torso can be awkward. The cuffs do hold her ankles firmly together, yes, but she seems to feel more at ease with them extended outward or held back toward her body (knees close to her chest) with my arms locking them in place.

On the plus side, however, these cuffs are perfect for bondage situations and are some of the most comfortable ones we’ve come across. They certainly are less intimidating looking than the usual leather and studs to which we’ve become accustomed.

In summation, the Sportsheets G-Spot Link Positionary Cuffs work as advertised and, if you’re looking for an easy way to lock your partner’s ankles during love making, these are great for the job.

Interested in purchasing this great product? Click here or on the links above to visit our online store or here to visit Sportsheets’ website.

 

 

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Aloe Cadabra All-Natural Organic Personal Lubricant

Synopsis: An aloe-based lubricant containing 95% organic aloe.

Freddy and Eddy’s Review: A great sign for the adult product industry has been the rise in natural lubricants. In fact, more and more companies are now turning to organic ingredients, as well as shying away from the traditional glycerin and petroleum-based concoctions that have dominated the industry over the last few years. Indeed, we’re now seeing seaweed extracts making their way into the bedroom.

AloeCadabra, from Seven Oaks Ranch, brings aloe into the equation, which as one who’s even remotely familiar with the substance knows, can be found in thousands of skin care products covering a multitude of purposes. As such, you can now count personal lubricant as one of these purposes. Boasting 95-97% organic aloe as AloeCadabra’s main ingredient (the other 3-5% being a thickening agent), this may just be the most organic sex product on the market today. We wondered why they didn’t go further and add recycled packaging to complete the eco-centric theme, but that’s a minor quibble.

Being as natural as AloeCadabra is, one can use it in virtually any situation; it’s condom safe, can be used during pregnancy, cleans up easily, and even makes a great hand cream. In fact, AloeCadabra can even be ingested, with some people believing aloe aids in digestion (however, it isn’t the tastiest thing you’ll want to eat).

In use, we soon became addicted to the stuff. Being in our 40’s, dryness has become more of an issue than it used to be, and a tiny bit of AloeCadabra goes a long way. Indeed, one might look at the 2.5 ounce size and conclude that it’s a tad pricey, but with only a pea sized drop needed in most situations, the bottle lasted us for weeks. The slickness was just right as well, and we now recommend it for pre and post menopausal women who have trouble producing moisture.

In conclusion, great stuff!

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Product Review: Cialis

Synopsis: A drug that increases blood flow, resulting in harder and longer erections. It works within 30 minutes of ingestion and lasts up to 36 hours.

Our Review: First, a serious disclaimer; if you do NOT have erection problems, do NOT take this drug. The side effects can include headache, stomach ache, backache, and general muscle ache. In extremely rare cases, a condition known as Priapism, in which the penis becomes engorged and does not subside after 4 hours, can cause permanent damage to you penis and should be treated immediately by a doctor. Don’t take Cialis if you are using nitrates (often used for chest pain) or alpha-blockers prescribed for prostate problems. Finally, it’s best to avoid drinking lots of alcohol when taking Cialis as you may get dizzy and/or lower your blood pressure. I’ve heard of a lot of young males taking Cialis to counteract the effects of too much drinking and/or cocaine, which can be deadly. As all these drugs have only come out over the last 20 years or so, there are no credible (that I could find) studies to examine what long term use these types of drugs have, so be please be responsible.

With all that, I still embarked on a 36 hour stint with Cialis, taken on a random Sunday night and concluding the following Tuesday morning. During that period, with the recommended dose (10 mg), I had sex with my wife four times, masturbated twice, and was able to get hard practically at will (with a little help from our monstrous porn collection and a little strip tease from Alicia). The effects lasted about 40 hours, give or take a couple of hours, and definitely provided a sense of confidence to my just-under-50 libido. The second time Alicia and I engaged in intercourse (which was only an hour after the first), I basically could have continued thrusting away indefinitely and stayed erect; no amount of beating on my penis caused it to go flaccid. I was reminded of Viagra, except that Viagra wore off far sooner. Of course, once I climaxed, things returned to normal. I did experience mild to uncomfortable headaches, as well as stuffiness in my sinuses for the first few hours and they continued even after I popped a couple of Ibuprofen (the sinus congestion went away with a couple of shots of Afrin), though less in their severity. The morning after our first two encounters, we had sex again, I masturbated two hours later, and we had sex for the fourth time in 24 hours that Monday night.

And how did I manage to get my hands on Cialis? Just look around the internet – it’s all over the place. And for CHEAP. I simply picked one of the first search results for “cialis” I hit, filled out a 25 question “doctor’s” questionnaire, and the drug arrived within 7 days. I paid $105.00 for 100 tablets (including shipping) of generic Cialis, which goes by the drug name tadalafil, which worked out to around $1.17 per dose. I’m sure I could have gotten better pricing by going shopping around more; however, my purpose wasn’t to review sources, so I went for the first supplier I found comfortable ordering from. If you want the real deal, it will cost substantially more, and I compared genuine Cialis with generic and found no difference, FYI.

In summary, I can’t in good conscience recommend this product to anyone who isn’t experiencing erectile dysfunction. Even then, I’d probably pay a visit to my doctor beforehand. However, I’ve read that results and side effects vary greatly from person to person, so perhaps my experiences with headaches and sinus congestion are not that common. I was able to reduce the side effects by halving the dosage, and I will admit to keeping some on hand in case I’ve had too much alcohol and still want to have sex. Bottom line: Cialis is an effective tool to help bring males firm, hard erections and its 36 hour duration makes it very conducive to spontaneity, since you can choose the time and place for intimacy without worrying about when you last took the drug.

 We don’t condone or sell Cialis, but it is easily available online or through your doctor by prescription if you think it’s right for your situation.

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Fleshbot.com’s True Sex Stories: I Am A Hot Wife

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By G

My body sunk further into the extra-soft mattress as I played out the possibilities in my head. I peeled the sheet off and let my legs fall open. The air forced down by the ceiling fan rushed to my exposed pink parts. My fingers moved over my bare mound, and continued exploring every inch back to my ass, all the hair gone and so very smooth. I had prepared for this day. Quietly caressing myself, I was listening to my heart thump out its very own message in Morse code.

Why are you in bed alone? Just go out there and tell them you need to get fucked so you can go to sleep.

Then the door opens, and the footsteps were different, it wasn’t my husband.

***

After all these years, we thought that this weekend it would really happen. We would have a foursome, I would have sex with Tom and D would have sex with Olivia. D and Tom had joked about it a few times over the years, though nothing was formally discussed about this weekend. The two had been friends for a long time, in fact Tom was the first guy D experimented with. So there was a familiarity. The pictures sent from my husband to him over the past year made it clear we were open to exploring with them. The fun we’ve had in the past when vacationing with them (without kids) led us to believe they were fun, uninhibited, and open to exploring new things (remind me to tell you that story). Now, all of us under the same roof with kids sound asleep, and nothing was happening.

It was important to us to show our good friends a good time. Their drive was sweltering, having kids on a long trip is never fun. Our plan was to treat them to whatever food and drink they desired, keep the temp in the house cool, and do whatever (really whatever) they wanted to do…it was the least we could do.

Even though the first night of their visit nothing happened, D and I were still hopeful that Saturday night was our night. However, free flowing drinks and weed, and a hefty helping of Mexican food added to the wave of tiredness that hit us all hard. Proven by the moment Tom’s wife, Olivia, and I both fell asleep in our husband’s laps (me still holding my drink).

***

The moment my drink began to fall out of my hand I jerked awake. My movement woke Olivia a bit, but she continued to rest her head on Tom’s shoulder, then closed her eyes again. Embarrassed, and groggy, I got up telling the guys “I’m just going to go to bed now.” And then slightly stumbled down the hall.

After laying down a few minutes, light flooded the room as D walked in and to my side of the bed. “You know, Tom was staring at your tits while you slept and was rubbing his cock through his shorts. I know you were making him hard.” D quietly said, such excitement in his voice.

I perked up a little, sleeping didn’t seem so important all of a sudden. Though I was curious, “do you think Olivia is going to bed, should I go back out there?”

D caressed my stiff nipple through my tank and whispered “No, she’s asleep on the couch right now. I was showing him more pics of you. He was really getting hard you know.”

I smiled a little deviously, knowing that the original plan of a group thing was off the table. I knew it wasn’t going to happen with her. I read it all over my husband’s face that he didn’t think the game was over though. “Would you be okay with us coming in here if he wants to?” D asked, he was breathing so hard.

I contemplated my answer for a few swift seconds and decided that I wanted to see what Tom was packing. I wanted to know how hard I was actually making him. I giggled a little and said, “sure.”

I pulled the sheet over me, and fitfully rested my body and mind a few moments. I heard the TV on in the living room, and I heard them talking and laughing. Then, I began to get really curious if something was going to happen or if they decided to play video games instead. I devised a simple plan to get more information.

I tiptoed out to the living room and when I was noticed by Tom, I said “I need my water bottle.” I ran to the kitchen and back around the corner toward my room. My nipples were so hard that my shirt was stretched thin over them, and of course, my titties bounced. I knew both men had eyes on me, giving me a nice rush. Knowing he saw how visible my nipples were, I returned D’s cute smile as I ran back to the bedroom, then hopped back in bed under my cool sheet.

A minute later, my partner in crime came in. “He said he really loves your nipples, he was amazed” D shared. “I bet he would love to touch them.”

Hearing this made me get very aroused, confused, and tempted. “Tell him to come in and touch them. Tell him I want him to come in so I can touch him.” My chest was heaving with every breath.

I laid still and listened my heart thudding, and waiting for something to happen. Then I threw a leg over the sheet, and drew in a deep breath and invited the air to cool me. As I exhaled the bedroom door opened. The light was blocked by two men, Tom in front, my D behind him.

As they got closer, I could make out Tom’s face, his expression almost looked scared. There was no smile on his face and he walked slowly toward me with his hands on his shorts. His breathing was heavy and fast. D stood behind him and said, “pull your cock out so she can touch it.”

Tom slowly pulled his cock out and stepped closer to the bed, where I lay propped on one elbow. I reached for him with my right hand. Slowly I caressed him, my fingers noting every detail in the dark room. I inhaled his smell, the smell of every man is so different, yet even more arousing if my husband stands near. With a gentle touch I explored this new man before me, up and down, around and below. He was semi-erect at this point but he was getting harder by the stroke. I watched him take in every inch of my body with his gaze, I noted he paused a moment at my hips, then again at my breasts.

“Would you like to touch them Tom?” Of course I knew the answer and pulled down my shirt to release my DD breasts. His caress on my nipples was innocent and experienced at the same time. He let out a nice little moan of appreciation that made me purr. I went back to working his cock up and down, giving it a little tug here and there.

He stepped back from me and put his cock away. For some reason it felt right to me. I could tell we had reached the limits of what his conscience would allow. The moment ended as the men left the room. I was whirring, happy, but yet…I needed an orgasm before I was going to sleep.

I caressed my body, sheets twisted at my side, and began feeling only slightly sleepier now that I was exposed to the air blowing at me. I contemplated walking out naked, and saying, “I’m ready” or some porn-like statement. All these different possibilities stirred my mind, making it impossible to really relax.

But then the door opened, and unfamiliar footsteps entered. One set.

“I just have to put this away,” Tom lied. The darkness had overcome him (because he had closed the door after walking in) and I saw he was not walking toward the light switch. I hopped out of bed and switched the light on for him, then crawled back over to my side of the bed, exposing my ass to him.

“Are you guys going to bed now?” I asked him, wondering where D was.

Tom walked over to my side of the bed. His breathing was different now, faster and higher pitched. “I just want another peek” he managed to say, his voice wavering in nervousness.

“Where is D?” I asked, expecting that he had sent Tom in.

“Outside smoking. I just wanted another quick peek, to make the pictures more real.”

“So is he okay with this?” I was a bit curious, because it didn’t seem like D was in on this. “Does he know you are here?”

Tom barely lets a “no” cross his lips, and I sigh from sheer excitement. I hate that being secretive turned me on, but it did.

“Mmmm. Okay.” I whispered as I watched him stroking his cock, “I don’t have any pics of that, but letting me touch it makes it more real” (sexy humor is my defense mechanism when I’m nervous).

I scooted over to the middle of the bed and patted the mattress where my warmth lingered, flashing my needy eyes, and using my sweet voice to ask, “can you sit down here?” Without hesitation he slid in close to me. I pulled my top down and his hands were immediately on me. As he circled my nipple with a finger I put my hand on his leg. He gasped audibly, overcome by just a touch from me.

He bent down to kiss my nipple quickly. No sucking or licking, just a sweet innocent kiss. I noticed that he was much harder than before, his member standing at attention so close to my face. I needed to touch it again, I needed to do more than that, but I wasn’t going to do it without his permission. “Can I touch you again?”

He moaned out what sounded like “yes”, and I reached for him, feeling just how aroused he was. He felt so good in my hand.

As I began to stroke Tom, D swung the door open and said with a smile, “what’s going on in here?” I could sense his excitement, “fuck yeah dude!”

“Nothing,” I smiled and laughed, because I knew I wasn’t in trouble. I know D wanted to fuck Olivia, but if he couldn’t have that this is what he wanted. He wanted to see his wife play with another man. He loves his hotwife. D walked over to us to watch.

I continued stroking Tom’s hard dick, pulling him slightly closer to my mouth. The moment where I taste him began to feel inevitable. His eyes moved fast over my body, back and forth, the curve and fall of my hips, my legs, my feet, my face; I felt him internalizing this, I knew forever I’m in his spank bank.

D walked closer to us, pulling off his pants, now standing close enough that his body is touching Tom’s. “Can she suck you?” D asked.

“That costs extra!” Tom quipped as he put his cock away again. “You two have fun now” he said quietly and walked out of the room.

D held me as I expressed every detail; the way Tom came in the room, what was said, and the order of the action. I was honest that it was a huge turn-on to have him walk in on me in action, it felt so good to be so naughty. This was a safe naughty, I knew I wouldn’t be in trouble, this time. He showed me how much he enjoyed it by pulling my legs up to his shoulders and jerking my ass down the sheets to meet his glistening crown, then plunging himself into my dripping pussy.

He pounded me hard, so hard. I muffled my moans by biting my hand as he fucked me through three orgasms. He pulled out and told me to stand at the side of the bed. As he pressed into me, I felt opened in a new way, stretched so tight around him. I raced quickly to the top of the peak; but having no way of muffling my moans, and D’s sexy voice in my ear saying things like, “you like showing off for my best friend, my best man, you like touching his cock” put me over the edge at light speed.

Yes, I said Best Man.

I fell forward onto the bed, then lifted to doggy style position. I felt my juices flowing down my leg. D entered me again, fucking me so hard that I couldn’t contain my moans, nor could I breath. For what felt like days he fucked me in this vulnerable position, making me his again.

“Please, honey, I need to rest.” I begged, “can I lay down for a minute?”

As I laid back and composed myself, I saw little sparkly white lights dance in my field of vision. I closed my eyes. I felt my heart. I smiled.

I felt the bed jolt as D returned to my side, and opened my eyes to find him holding the dildo. “We are going to have Tom’s stand-in finish the job.”

I was propelled into an oblivion with the dildo pushing away at my insides, flying high on orgasms. And I reveled in the way juices were splashing back at us upon each deep thrust. I took over thrusting the dildo into myself, and watched D quickly jerking himself until he erupted all over my chin and titties.

Satiated, I cleaned up in the bathroom, brushed my teeth, put on some pajamas, and laid back down in my wet spot.

As our breathing slows and the quiet returns we heard the sound of Tom laying down on his bed. Soon after I sensed a rhythm to the sounds, and said, “I think they’re fucking!” Laying quiet to pick up any sounds we can, D and I snuggle as we drift off to sleep.

Read more hot stories at Fleshbot Fiction. This story republished with permission from Filled and Fooled. Want to see your true tale of lust on Fleshbot? Contact us. See more hot smut at X-Art.

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Why I’m Still Married – And Happy – After 25 Years

By Ian Denchasy
Aka Freddy

2041-01-23 23.13.26With so many relationship advice articles being written lately (“16 Ways I Blew My Marriage,” and “Marriage Secrets of Highly Successful Couples” to name two), I felt it might be time for someone actually IN a long term, successful relationship to weigh in – like me, for example. Before meeting my beloved wife in 1988, I was just finishing up my teaching credential requirements and about to fly off to Japan to teach English and (hopefully) have a little fun. Little did I know I would be swept up into a love affair that would span a quarter century and counting, redirecting my life in ways that would fundamentally change the manner in which I viewed marriage and commitment, and indeed myself. With so many years with my wife now consigned to history, it’s helpful to outline why I am still crazy for marriage and the wife who allows me to be so successful in it.

I don’t have to date.

Marriage means never having to say, “I want to date you.” Maybe I’m just cynical or old, but the thought of dating is almost as horrifying as going through a consequences of a nasty divorce. In truth, I’ve never loved the courtship phase of relationships, even when I was younger. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always loved getting to know females – especially as friends – but going through the machinations of dating is like trudging through mud across the Grand Canyon. Online dating makes it even less appealing; I watch our single friends (including those recently divorced) sifting through fake or trumped up profiles, meeting prospects who go nowhere, and trying to find suitable mates with whom to make a life and I cringe. I like to joke that half of why I stay married is my fear of being single and having to date. Thankfully, if I continue to conduct myself appropriately in my marriage I’ll never have to date anyone, save my wife, again.

Marriage motivates me to be a better man.

Everyone has their reasons for wanting to improve themselves in life and mine revolve around my marriage to Alicia. After the initial courtship stage, I noticed myself changing in positive ways I could not have imagined a mere few weeks prior. For one, I suddenly took a longer view of my life, overall, and informally (in my head) started formulating goals that encompassed life with my new partner. It was as though someone flipped a switch and turned on adulthood. Though we moved in together after a mere two months of dating, I knew I eventually wanted marriage, a good paying job, and perhaps even a home in a decent neighborhood at some point. I wanted to craft a great life for us, rather than just myself, and that has carried over for the last quarter century and continues to keep me always looking forward and trying to find ways to improve myself personally, professionally, and spiritually. My marriage is my bedrock and I value it above ALL other relationships – period. This means every, and I mean EVERY, decision is made with my wife factored into my thought process. It’s a disciplined existence that keeps me centered, and rather than run in revolt, I welcome its assuring and reliable safety.

Marriage means I have someone I LIKE in my life.

aliciaplayaThough I love my wife, I like her even more. The pervading wisdom seems to be that “love conquers all.” I don’t buy into that – I love my brother but that doesn’t mean we can be in the same room for more than 10 minutes – but I do get through most days LIKING my wife quite a bit. I think love is the foundation upon which we built our relationship, while like is the electricity that keeps the lights on. I like waking up every day seeing her next to me, I like talking to her, I like being in her presence; in short, I really like just about everything about her. Everyday, my wife is just so great to be around, to… like. And I’m not alone; she is quite likable to just about everyone who has the pleasure of making her company. Cheerful, optimistic, cute, and smart, Alicia makes it hard to not want to be around her. All this like makes the love part a no-brainer.

Marriage gives me a better sex life.

Sorry to say, my wife is not the best sex I’ve ever experienced. Alas, the best lover I ever bedded was a complete psychopath and actually threatened to push me in front of a San Francisco BART train before engaging in mind-blowing sex on that very same mode of transportation. I was lucky enough to have several lovers prior to my wife that were fantastic in the sack. That said, Alicia and I have an amazing, monogamous sex life that keeps getting better with each passing year. I can honestly say I’ve never desired another woman. I feel sex, as in intercourse, is the end result of a process that starts with acknowledging one another as sexual, desirable human beings, then connecting physically in all manner of ways. Holding hands, sexy text messages, spur-of-the-moment utterances of erotic desires, and any and all manner of physical contact combine to keep sexuality in the picture. Throughout our years together, we’ve kept our minds open and utilized porn, sex toys, erotic reading, and even voyeur visits to sex-themed events to keep our sex lives spicy and fresh. Of course, we’ve experienced periods of downtime and lessened desires, but certainly nothing like being single again. Indeed, as we understand each other more deeply and our trust continues to evolve, pleasures of the flesh will never be extinguished.

Marriage makes economic sense.

When we first paired up, we expressed mutual agreement that we’d have no children. This meant that we both worked and saved enough money early on to purchase a home in our current neighborhood when the market allowed and enjoy a high standard of living. Our arrangement also allowed for flexibility in employment and safeguarded us against economic downturns when the country suffered through three recessions over the course of our relationship. I also developed a deep respect for Alicia as a capable professional woman over time (every employer she’s had has loved her) and I’ve always felt secure that we could weather any monetary storm with our combined efforts. At one point, I was laid off from my position as a teacher and my wife took a promotion to bring in more money without any hesitation or ego and I have done the same for her when necessary. It’s wonderfully reassuring to know I have a financial partner to help shoulder the responsibilities.

Marriage has given me a family.

skateparkTen years into our marriage, I decided that I’d love to be a father and asked my wife if we could revisit our stance on having children. After a discussion on the logistics of bringing another life into our household, we welcomed a healthy boy into our lives two years later. Being a father has been as profound an experience as I’d hoped and Alicia has proven to be a wonderful mother. I have gotten to coach our son in basketball and baseball, take him to Burning Man on a father/son journey (which she joined us on the following year), teach him to surf and generally enjoy being a father with the full participation of his mother every step of the way. Family life continues to be a wonderful challenge, which I’m fortunate enough to face with the most capable woman I’ve ever known.

Marriage combines two energies into twice the fun!

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I can’t begin to express how much FUN I’ve had with my wife in my life (a good friend once told me, “Happy wife, happy life”). We have traveled the world together, danced on thousands of occasions (from raves in our early dating days to massive festivals like Burning Man, Lightning In A Bottle, and clubs all over Los Angeles), and even hiked to bungee jump off a bridge in our local mountains. Alicia has burned me out on roller coaster parks, supported my nutty hobbies (mini bikes and vintage trailer rallies, to name two), hiked mountain peaks with me, put up with all manner of crazy adventures I’ve cooked up all along the way, and never refused a challenge that promised even a hint of fun.

Marriage has allowed me to remain me.

In the end, I guess the most important aspect of my long marriage tenure with my wife has been that she’s never gotten in the way of who I am. Generally, I’m an edgy, emotional, opinionated, competitive, and sex crazed male who never wants to stop improving just about every facet of life through to its completion. I’m also very extroverted and social in the extreme, with an open door policy that encourages our community to literally walk through our door at any time. Most spouses would be driven mad by the flurry of activity present in our household, yet my wife welcomes the world in with a warm smile and loving embrace. Alicia Lum-Denchasy, way back in 1988, jumped on board and gave me her trust, love, and support that has propelled me through my setbacks, triumphs, and ultimately unpredictable challenges and gave me freedom from judgement, jealousy, and trivial criticism. As such, I’ve never doubted our commitment toward lasting happiness or her unwavering assistance in my attempt to become the best man, husband, and father in this life I’ve been granted. With 25 years now in the books, marriage has exceeded my most optimistic expectations and I hope the next chapter will simply be a reprinting of what’s come before.

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Huffington Post: Marriage Secrets of Highly Successful Couples

The original article can be found here on Huffington Post…

By Victor M. Parachin for YourTango.com

Over lunch with a friend one day, Kevin was asked about the “secret of your obviously happy and healthy love relationship.”

Kevin responded, “I married a wonderful woman and made the commitment to apply myself to the relationship with the same energy that I place into other important areas of my life: school, work, health, friendships. I didn’t want to be casual about the relationship nor take it for granted. My partner has pretty much done the same thing. Consequently, we make a great team. I can’t imagine being without her.”

Highly successful couples like Kevin and his wife know that making the relationship a top priority is vital. They don’t allow it to derail. They know the ingredients that are necessary to keep each other content, happy, healthy and satisfied. To put it simply, philosopher Paul Tillich observed, “Any deep relationship to another human being requires watchfulness and nourishment.”

So listen up: Here are the 10 secrets of highly successful couples:

1. Successful couples enjoy each other. It’s just that simple. They like to be together, talk together, do things together. Former Beatle Ringo Starr has been married to his wife Barbara for more than three decades. He says the “secret” to the couple’s longevity is this: “I’m just blessed that she puts up with me. I love the woman. She loves me. There are less down days than up, and we get on really well. We spend a lot of time together. That’s the deal.”

2. Successful couples fight skillfully. “In conflict, be fair and generous,” is wisdom from The Tao. When two people live together, they are bound to have differences of opinion and disagreements. Successful couples fight but do it skillfully; in a way that leaves the relationship stronger, not weaker. One technique they employ is their choice of words. For example, University of California (Berkeley) researchers looked at “connected” couples and discovered that they tend to use plural pronouns (“we”, “us” and “ours”) rather than singular pronouns (“I”, “me” and “mine”). As a result, they were less likely to feel stressed out after the disagreement than couples who used singular pronouns. “Using ‘we language’ during a fight helps couples align themselves on the same team, as opposed to being adversaries,” notes lead author Benjamin Seider.

3. Successful couples seek and offer forgiveness. They may not forgive and forget, but they do forgive and let it go. When they have done something wrong or hurtful, they offer an apology. When they are the wronged party, they accept the gift of an apology. Successful couples travel the pathway toward forgiving, which is outlined by author Clarissa Pinkola Estes, who cites these four stages for arrival at complete forgiveness:

— Forgo: Take a break from thinking about the person or event for a while.

— Forebear: Abstain from punishing, neither thinking about it nor acting on (the offense) in small or large ways. Give a bit of grace to the situation.

— Forget: Refuse to dwell; let go and loosen one’s hold, particularly on memory. To forget is an active — not passive — endeavor.

— Forgive: Make a conscious decision to cease to harbor resentment, which includes forgiving a debt and giving up one’s resolve to retaliate.

4. Successful couples are in it for the long haul. “There are only two options regarding commitment. You’re either in or you’re out. There’s no such thing as life in between,” says professional basketball coach Pat Riley. Successful couples don’t just make promises to each other; they commit. After a marriage that spans 30 years, a couple named Doris and Jim say, “We are happy together because we have lived out our vows — for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health.” When Doris was in a serious auto accident a few years ago she remembers that “Jim was there all the way. He’s an incredible husband, the most selfless person. He’s the only person in the world I know I can count on.”

5. Successful couples are positive about each other. Marriage researcher John Gottman, Ph.D, says happy couples have relationships “characterized by respect, affection and empathy, and they pay close attention to what’s happening in each other’s lives.” Furthermore, his research reveals that happy and stable couples “made five positive remarks for every one negative remark when they were discussing conflict. In contrast, couples headed for divorce offered less than one positive remark for every single negative remark.”

6. Successful couples learn and grow together. One couple, after being married for 30 years, decided they would both return to university for master’s degrees in liberal arts. “It took us nearly five years. We had a great time being in class together, studying together, reading together. The program allowed us to expand our horizons as we took courses in religion, politics, literature, history, foreign policy. We even persuaded one professor to let us write a paper together: joint authors!” Partners in successful couples play to each other’s strengths and interests. If one partner becomes more health conscious, the other joins. If one partner takes up a new activity, the other partner becomes supportive and involved. The end result is a stronger emotional bond and a deeper love.

7. Successful couples never stop dating. That was one of the “secrets” of a happy relationship uncovered by Matthew Boggs and Jason Miller. The duo traveled over 12,000 miles searching and interviewing people they called “marriage masters” — those married 40 years or more. One common element to many marriage masters was their ability to keep the romance going. Some set aside one evening a week for a date, others planned romantic getaways periodically, while others still met most afternoons for conversation at a coffee or tea shop.

8. Successful couples bring each other joy. In his book, The Real Rules of Life: Balancing Life’s Terms with Your Own, Ken Druck, Ph.D, tells about a workshop he gave to his wife as a birthday gift. “She had a beautiful voice that she rarely used. What better gift than to unleash the joy she already possessed.” In the workshop, participants of every age and background were encouraged to “vanquish the wagging finger of self-condemnation and sing their hearts out.” The workshop high point was a live concert for family and friends. “With the exception of our children’s births, I can never recall my wife as having been so joyful and happy.”

9. Successful couples adhere to the 60/40 rule. Boggs and Miller also discovered that “marriage masters” have a high level of selflessness. “Walter” whom they interviewed, told them, “I’ll never forget what my mentor told my wife and me before we got married 42 years ago. He looked at us and said, ‘Most people think marriage is 50/50. It’s not. It’s 60/40. You give 60. You take 40. And that goes for both of you.” It was a principle Walter and his wife adhered to faithfully.

10. Successful couples have shared values. When asked about her successful relationship of 58 years, “Emma,” age 87, smiled and proudly said, “It is quite an achievement. It’s important to have the same basic values. In other words, if you’re a free spender, marry someone who understands that. If you’re frugal, you need to marry someone who understands that because money is one of the stumbling blocks in marriage. Fortunately, we had the same values on most things. We usually had the same goals — we believed in education; we wanted to be moral; we wanted to raise children to be good citizens and to be responsible in terms of finances.”

Poet Robert Browning put the secret to successful couples in a nutshell when he wrote, “Success in marriage is more than finding the right person: It is being the right person.”

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6 Toxic Relationship Habits Most People Think Are Normal, by Mark Manson

Original post on Mark Mason’s site is down for some reason, so we are putting it here until it comes back online…

2013-07-12 13.03.01By Mark Manson

There’s no class in high school on how to not be a shitty boyfriend or girlfriend. Sure, they teach us the biology of sex, the legality of marriage, and maybe read a few obscure love stories from the 19th century on how not to be.But when it comes down to actually handling the nitty-gritty of relationships, we’re given no pointers… or worse, we’re given advice columns in women’s magazines.

Yes, it’s trial-and-error from the get-go. And if you’re like most people, it’s been mostly error.

But part of the problem is that many unhealthy relationship habits are baked into our culture. We worship romantic love — you know, that dizzying and irrational romantic love that somehow finds breaking china plates on the wall in a fit of tears somewhat endearing — and scoff at practicality or unconventional sexualities. Men and women are raised to objectify each other and to objectify the relationships they’re in. Thus our partners are often seen as assets rather than someone to share mutual emotional support.

A lot of the self help literature out there isn’t helpful either (no, men and women are not from different planets, you over-generalizing prick.) And for most of us, mom and dad surely weren’t the best examples either.

Fortunately, there’s been a lot of psychological research into healthy and happy relationships the past few decades and there are some general principles that keep popping up consistently that most people are unaware of or don’t follow. In fact, some of these principles actually go against what is traditionally considered “romantic” or normal in a relationship.

Below are six of the most common tendencies in relationships that many couples think are healthy and normal, but are actually toxic and destroying everything you hold dear. Get the tissues ready.

1. The Relationship Scorecard

fights-in-a-relationshipWhat It Is: The “keeping score” phenomenon is when someone you’re dating continues to blame you for past mistakes you made in the relationship. If both people in the relationship do this it devolves into what I call “the relationship scorecard,” where it becomes a battle to see who has screwed up the most over the months or years, and therefore who owes the other one more.

You were an asshole at Cynthia’s 28th birthday party back in 2010 and it has proceeded to ruin your life ever since. Why? Because there’s not a week that goes by that you’re not reminded of it. But that’s OK, because that time you caught her sending flirtatious text messages to her co-worker immediately removes her right to get jealous, so it’s kind of even, right?

Wrong.

Why It’s Toxic: The relationship scorecard develops over time because one or both people in a relationship use past wrongdoings in order to try and justify current righteousness. This is a double-whammy of suckage. Not only are you deflecting the current issue itself, but you’re ginning up guilt and bitterness from the past to manipulate your partner into feeling wrong in the present.

If this goes on long enough, both partners eventually spend most of their energy trying to prove that they’re less culpable than the other rather than solving the current problem. People spend all of their time trying to be less wrong for each other instead of being more right for each other.

What You Should Do Instead: Deal with issues individually unless they are legitimately connected. If someone habitually cheats, then that’s obviously a recurring problem. But the fact that she embarrassed you in 2010 and now she got sad and ignored you today in 2013 have nothing to do with each other, so don’t bring it up.

You must recognize that by choosing to be with your significant other, you are choosing to be with all of their prior actions and behaviors. If you don’t accept those, then ultimately, you are not accepting them. If something bothered you that much a year ago, you should have dealt with it a year ago.

2. Dropping “Hints” and Other Passive-Aggression

What It Is: Instead of stating a desire or thought overtly, your partner tries to nudge you in the right direction of figuring it out yourself. Instead of saying what’s actually upsetting you, you find small and petty ways to piss your partner off so you’ll then feel justified in complaining to them.

Why It’s Toxic: Because it shows that you two are not comfortable communicating openly and clearly with one another. A person has no reason to be passive-aggressive if they feel safe expressing any anger or insecurity within the relationship. A person will never feel a need to drop “hints” if they feel like they won’t be judged or criticized for it.

What You Should Do Instead: State your feelings and desires openly. And make it clear that the other person is not necessarily responsible or obligated to them but that you’d love to have their support. If they love you, they’ll almost always be able to give it.

3. Holding the Relationship Hostage

What It Is: When one person has a simple criticism or complaint and blackmails the other person by threatening the commitment of the relationship as a whole. For instance, if someone feels like you’ve been cold to them, instead of saying, “I feel like you’re being cold sometimes,” they will say, “I can’t date someone who is cold to me all of the time.

Why It’s Toxic: It’s emotional blackmail and it creates tons of unnecessary drama. Every minor hiccup in the flow of the relationship results in a perceived commitment crisis. It’s crucial for both people in a relationship to know that negative thoughts and feelings can be communicated safely to one another without it threatening the relationship itself. Otherwise people will suppress their true thoughts and feelings which leads to an environment of distrust and manipulation.

What You Should Do Instead: It’s fine to get upset at your partner or to not like something about them. That’s called being a normal human being. But understand that committing to a person and always liking a person are not the same thing. One can be committed to someone and not like everything about them. One can be eternally devoted to someone yet actually be annoyed or angered by their partner at times. On the contrary, two partners who are capable of communicating feedback and criticism towards one another only without judgment or blackmail will strengthen their commitment to one another in the long-run.

4. Blaming Your Partner For Your Own Emotions

What It Is: Let’s say you’re having a crappy day and your partner isn’t exactly being super sympathetic or supportive at the moment. They’ve been on the phone all day with some people from work. They got distracted when you hugged them. You want to lay around at home together and just watch a movie tonight, but they have plans to go out and see their friends.

So you lash out them for being so insensitive and callous toward you. You’ve been having a shitty day and they have done nothing about it. Sure, you never asked, but they should just know to make you feel better. They should have gotten off the phone and ditched their plans based on your lousy emotional state.

Why It’s Toxic: Blaming our partners for our emotions is a subtle form of selfishness, and a classic example of the poor maintenance of personal boundaries. When you set a precedent that your partner is responsible for how you feel at all times (and vice-versa), then will develop codependent tendencies. Suddenly, they’re not allowed to plan activities without checking with you first. All activities at home — even the mundane such as reading books or watching TV — must be negotiated and compromised. When someone begins to get upset, all personal desires go out the window because it is now your responsibility to make one another feel better.

The biggest problem of developing these codependent tendencies is that they breed resentment. Sure, if my girlfriend gets mad at me once because she’s had a shitty day and is frustrated and needs attention, that’s understandable. But if it becomes an expectation that my life revolves around her emotional well-being at all times, then I’m soon going to become very bitter and even manipulative towards her feelings and desires.

What You Should Do Instead: Take responsibility for your own emotions and expect your partner to be responsible for theirs. There’s a subtle yet important difference between being supportive of your partner and being obligated to your partner. Any sacrifices should be made as an autonomous choice and not seen as an expectation. As soon as both people in a relationship become culpable for each other’s moods and downswings, it gives them both incentives to hide their true feelings and manipulate one another.

5. Displays of “Loving” Jealousy

What It Is: Getting pissed off when your partner talks, flirts, touches, calls, texts, hangs out, or sneezes in the general vicinity of another person and then you proceed to take that anger out on your partner and attempt to control their behavior. This often leads to insano behaviors such as hacking into your partner’s email account, looking through their text messages while they’re in the shower or even following them around town and showing up unannounced when they’re not expecting you.

Why It’s Toxic: It surprises me that some people describe this as some sort of display of affection. They figure that if their partner wasn’t jealous then that would somehow mean that they weren’t loved by them.

This is absolutely clownshit crazy to me. It’s controlling and manipulative. It creates unnecessary drama and fighting. It transmits a message of a lack of trust in the other person. And to be honest, it’s demeaning. If my girlfriend cannot trust me to be around other attractive women by myself, then it implies that she believes that I’m either a) a liar, or b) incapable of controlling my impulses. In either case, that’s a woman I do not want to be dating.

What You Should Do Instead: Trust your partner. It’s a radical idea, I know. Some jealousy is natural. But excessive jealousy and controlling behaviors towards your partner are signs of your own feelings of unworthiness and you should learn to deal with them and not force them onto those close to you. Because otherwise you are only going to eventually push that person away.

6. Buying the Solutions to Relationship Problems

What It Is: Any time a major conflict or issue comes up in the relationship, instead of solving it, one covers it up with the excitement and good feelings that come with buying something nice or going on a trip somewhere.

My parents were experts at this one. And it got them real far: a big fat divorce and 15 years of hardly speaking to each other since. They have both since independently told me that this was the primary problem in their marriage: continuously covering up their real issues with superficial pleasures.

Why It’s Toxic: Not only does it brush the real problem under the rug (where it will always re-emerge from even worse the next time), but it sets an unhealthy precedent within the relationship. This is not a gender-specific problem, but I will use the traditional gendered situation as an example. Let’s imagine that whenever a woman gets angry at her boyfriend/husband, the man makes everything “solves” the issue by buying the woman something nice, or taking her to a nice restaurant or something. Not only does this give the woman unconscious incentive to find more reasons to be upset with the man, but it also gives the man absolutely no incentive to actually be accountable for the problems in the relationship. So what do you end up with? A checked-out husband who feels like an ATM, and an incessantly bitter woman who feels unheard.

What You Should Do Instead: Actually, you know, deal with the problem. Trust was broken? Talk about what it will take to rebuild it. Someone feels ignored or unappreciated? Talk about ways to restore those feelings of appreciation. Communicate!

There’s nothing wrong with doing nice things for a significant other after a fight to show solidarity and to reaffirm commitment. But one should never use gifts or fancy things to replace dealing with the underlying emotional issues. Gifts and trips are supposed are called luxuries for a reason, you only get to appreciate them when everything else is already good. If you use them to cover up your problems, then you will find yourself with a much bigger problem down the line.

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Dear Daughter: I Hope You Have Awesome Sex, by Ferrett Steinmetz

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Ferrett Steinmetz is tired of being told that he should point guns at his daughter’s boyfriends.

There’s a piece of twaddle going around the internet called 10 Rules For Dating My Daughter, which is packed with “funny” threats like this:

“Rule Four: I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilising some kind of ‘barrier method’ can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.”

All of which boil down to the tedious, “Boys are threatening louts, sex is awful when other people do it, and my daughter is a plastic doll whose destiny I control.”

Look, I love sex. It’s fun. And because I love my daughter, I want her to have all of the same delights in life that I do, and hopefully more. I don’t want to hear about the fine details because, heck, I don’t want those visuals any more than my daughter wants mine. But in the abstract, darling, go out and play.

It doesn’t lessen you to give someone else pleasure. It doesn’t degrade you to have some of your own. And anyone who implies otherwise is a man who probably thinks very poorly of women underneath the surface.

Because consensual sex isn’t something that men take from you; it’s something you give. It doesn’t lessen you to give someone else pleasure. It doesn’t degrade you to have some of your own. And anyone who implies otherwise is a man who probably thinks very poorly of women underneath the surface.

Yes, all these boys and girls and genderqueers may break your heart, and that in turn will break mine. I’ve held you, sobbing, after your boyfriend cheated on you, and it tore me in two. But you know what would tear me in two even more? To see you in a glass cage, experiencing nothing but cold emptiness at your fingers, as Dear Old Dad ensured that you got to experience nothing until he decided what you should like.

You’re not me. Nor are you an extension of my will. And so you need to make your own damn mistakes, to learn how to pick yourself up when you fall, to learn where the bandages are and to bind up your own cuts. I’ll help. I’ll be your consigliere when I can, the advisor, the person you come to when all seems lost. But I think there’s value in getting lost. I think there’s a strength that only comes from fumbling your own way out of the darkness.

You’re your own person, and some of the things you’re going to love will strike me as insane, ugly, or unenjoyable. This is how large and wonderful the world is! Imagine if everyone loved the same thing; we’d all be battling for the same ten people. The miracle is how easily someone’s cast-offs become someone else’s beloved treasure. And I would be a sad, sad little man if I manipulated you into becoming a cookie-cutter clone of my desires. Love the music I hate, watch the movies I loathe, become a strong woman who knows where her bliss is and knows just what to do to get it.

Now, you’re going to get bruised by life, and sometimes bruised consensually. But I won’t tell you sex is bad, or that you’re bad for wanting it, or that other people are bad from wanting it from you if you’re willing to give it. I refuse to perpetuate, even through the plausible deniability of humor, the idea that the people my daughter is attracted to are my enemy.

I’m not the guard who locks you in the tower. Ideally, I am my daughter’s safe space, a garden to return to when the world has proved a little too cruel, a place where she can recuperate and reflect upon past mistakes and know that here, there is someone who loves her wholeheartedly and will hug her until the tears dry.

That’s what I want for you, sweetie. A bold life filled with big mistakes and bigger triumphs.

Now get out there and find all the things you fucking love, and vice versa.

This article originally ran at theferrett.com under a slightly different title.

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Fleshbot.com’s True Sex Stories: A Midday Bisexual MMF Quickie

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After having spent the whole day in bed watching homoerotic MMF porn – courtesy of the amazing Fuck Yeah! Friendly Fire blog – I had to get some action. Some bisexual MMF threesome action specifically. Although I’ve had quite a few experiences lately involving more than one man (seehere or here), none of them contained any intentional contact between the guys – all guys were very straight, and a few of them had some homophobia issues. So it’d been a very very long time (at least 6 years) since my last bisexual MMF experience and I was really craving it. I was also ovulating, and therefore particularly horny, and my husband was away for the week leaving me all alone in Outdoorsville.

So naturally, I took to Craigslist. Sometimes CL can be a drag, but this time I got really lucky. Right off the bat I saw an ad by a 40-year-old “hot, fit, hung bi guy” looking for an adventurous couple or single women to play with. He claimed he had a buddy he could enlist for single women applicants. Based on the photos, both him and his buddy had really nice, 6-packed bodies and decent size cocks. They were both married and on the DL, so I didn’t get to see any face shots. As is often the case with married men, they could only meet during the day. I would normally refuse, I try to get work done during the day, but I was so horny that day, that I couldn’t get any work done anyway. So we arranged to meet at a gas station in front of the hotel where they would rent a room, do a quick ‘attraction check’, and if we were all into it, head up for some quick fun. Apparently one of them had to go back to work, so we didn’t have much time. Not ideal, but better than nothing.

They were already there when I arrived at the gas station a few minutes late, standing next to each other, between their two cars. They were clearly older than 40, probably in their late 40′s, if not older. They lied about their age, but that’s OK. What mattered most was that they were both fairly good looking. The one I had been emailing with, Ron, was blond with strikingly blue eyes and a 3-day stubble. His buddy Mick was dark haired and clean shaven. Both were nicely tanned, and their t-shirts lay flat on their stomachs. Just to make sure their body shots were real, I slid my hands under each of their shirts and ran my fingers over their stomachs. Definitely flat and hard, with at least a 4-pack each. Perfect.

“So, are we approved? Should we get a room?” asked Mick as soon as introductions were over.

“I think so.” I smiled back.

We started making out in the elevator. As soon as we walked into the room, Ron was instantly naked and his dick was already rock hard. Mick followed suit stripping, and then helped me out of my dress. There was no wasting time with these two. I would normally need a bit more of an intro, but I was already pretty horny, so that was OK.

I took a few seconds to take in their well-preserved bodies, their bulging arms and chest, their visible abs. I really admire men in their 40′s and older who manage to stay that fit. I almost want to fuck them to just to reward them for their hard work. I then dropped down on my knees and got acquainted with their cocks. Both cut, Ron sported a very hard 7” erection of a decent girth, and Mick’s cock was slightly smaller and thinner but just as hard. I held one in each hand, and then pulled them closer together until the tips touched and I could lick both of them at the same time. I took one of them in my mouth at a time, alternating back and forth for a bit, until I realized, wait, they’re bi, I can put both of them in my mouth at the same time, and they won’t freak out. So I pulled the two men even closer together, until most of their shafts were touching parallel to one another, grabbed both cocks with one hand and wrapped my lips around them. They weren’t too thick so I could easily fit them both in my mouth. I started sucking like there was no tomorrow. I was in slut-heaven, there are few things I love more than having two cocks in or around my mouth at the same time. And when Ron reached around and fondled Mick’s balls, I thought I was going to cum right there and then.

They threw me on the bed. I kept sucking Mick’s cock, while Ron went down on me. “You have such a sweet pussy” he would say again and again. As my long time readers know, I’m not a big fan of receiving oral, but when it’s in combination with something else – like sucking cock – it’s a different story. And then it happened – Ron came up to join me and slid Mick’s cock between his lips. I’ve shared a cock with countless women, but I have rarely had the pleasure of sharing a cock with a man. He couldn’t get it in as deep as I could, but just seeing Ron’s stubbly face slide up and down on a dick was such a turn-on.

Mick couldn’t take it any longer and grabbed a condom to fuck me. I was on my back at the edge of the bed with Mick standing in front of me and Ron kneeling by my head. Ron’s dick entered my mouth at the same time as Mick’s dick entered my now soaking wet pussy. They fucked both my holes slowly and gently at first. Then, as Mick started thrusting harder, Ron got on his knees and started licking and lightly biting my nipples while his fingers started exploring my asshole right underneath Mick’s cock. My first orgasm started to build up, and when Ron stuck two fingers deep in my ass while Mick was hammering my tight pussy, I exploded in screams and grunts, digging my nails into each of their arms. Mick pulled out, and Ron hungrily lapped at the juices flowing out of my swollen cunt.

I laid both of them on the bed next to each other sort of sideways, so their cocks were close enough to blow both at the same time. I held them together with each hand, rubbing them against each other, stuffing both of them in my mouth. I could get them about half way down. Then Ron started fucking my face while his buddy’s cock just sat in my mouth. I could’ve done that for hours, my pussy getting more and more wet.

But Ron had other ideas. He rolled on a Magnum, turned me around, and started fucking me doggy style. Mick stood in front of me and pushed his cock all the way down my throat. I arched my back, so I could feel Ron’s hardness all the way inside me, and opened my throat to let Mick fuck my face deep and hard, taking only occasional breaks to get some air. He really loved getting deepthroated, and I love getting spit roasted, gagging on a cock while getting pounded from behind. It wasn’t long before I started grunting in another orgasm, tightening my pussy muscles around Ron’s cock, my legs shaking and my screams muffled by Mick’s cock shoved down my throat.

That must’ve been too much for Ron, because a second later he pulled out, ripped the condom off and started squirting cum on his way to my mouth. Only the last few bits of cum actually made it into my mouth, the rest landed on my back, the bed, and most notably, Mick’s thigh. I licked both of them clean, slightly disappointed that Ron had already cum.

“Don’t worry, luv,” he reassured me, “I can keep going. You won’t notice the difference.”

And he was right. I didn’t.

Mick was now dying to fuck me again. I was still on my knees, so he took Ron’s place behind me, entering my well-oiled cunt once more. But then Ron, instead of doing what any straight guy in this situation would normally do – just simply shoving his cock in my mouth – he slid his body underneath mine in a 69 position. So he did shove his cock in my mouth, but at the same started licking my clit while his friend was fucking my pussy. OH MY GOD! I take back everything bad I’ve ever said about being eaten out – this was simply mindblowing. It felt so good to have a pair of lips and a tongue lap at my clit while a hard cock was sliding in and out of my cunt and another hard cock was rammed down my throat. I started grinding my crotch into Ron’s face, knowing that at the same time his face was getting slapped by Mick’s balls with each thrust. I lost it. I came again, saturating Ron’s face with my juices and screaming god’s name in vain.

They didn’t stop. They kept fucking and licking, and the stimulation just kept going. Then, just as I was going to have yet another orgasm, Mick stopped and decided to turn me around and fuck me in missionary with my knees up at the edge of the bed with Mick standing. While Mick was putting on a condom, Ron was kneeling above me on the bed, slapping my face with his still hard cock.

“Give your cock to Mick while he’s fucking me.” I playfully ordered Ron. He stood up, moved closer to Mick, and positioned himself right at Mick’s mouth. Ron’s dick entered Mick’s mouth at the same time as Mick’s dick entered my aching pussy. Ah what I view! Mick swallowed Ron’s cock a bit awkwardly, but hungrily as he kept pounding into me. Not long after that, and without much warning, he pulled out, took the condom off, and spurted cum all over my stomach. He then went to the bathroom to clean up, leaving Ron and I alone. Ron got back down on his knees and started licking my nipples, awfully close to where Mick’s cum was.

“You gonna lick his cum off of me?” I asked, thinking – hoping – that that’s what he was going to do.

“Um, I don’t know, maybe next time?” he hesitated.

“Why not?” I was curious.

“I don’t know, I’m still working up to some things…”

“Oh come on, just a little bit,” I said as I scooped up a tiny drop of Mick’s cum with my finger and brought it to Ron’s lips. He took my finger in his mouth and licked it clean. Mmmm… I did the same with some more of Mick’s cum. Baby steps…

He then stood up and got in front of me, taking a few good licks at my pussy that his friend had just fucked so well, and then took his place and started fucking me in the same missionary position with my knees up right at the edge of the bed. Mick walked back in the room and started getting dressed – he had to get back to work. But I wasn’t ready to let him go yet. I wanted at least one more orgasm involving both of them.

“I was promised two cocks,” I complained. “This is not fair. Mick, come over here just for a little bit more before you go.”

He approached the other edge of the bed where my head was and let me play with his now mostly limp cock that still some residual hardness to it. I wrapped my lips around it, licking and sucking on it while Ron was fucking my pussy and I was rubbing my clit. That in and of itself is usually enough to make me cum hard, but then, without any incentives from me, Ron leaned over and started sucking Mick’s cock together with me. He was so passionate about it and totally into it, kissing me through his buddy’s dick, passing it back and forth between our mouths, licking it along one side while I was licking it along the other. It was beyond words. At one point, Ron took all of Mick’s cock in his mouth, and that view of this handsome man with a sexy blond stubble enthusiastically taking his friend’s cock between his lips put me over the edge. I screamed in yet another orgasm bucking my hips against Ron’s and squeezing his cock inside my pussy for all it was worth.

“You can go now,” I told Mick smiling. He gave me a kiss, got dressed and left.

Ron wasn’t done yet, and I could certainly have another orgasm after all that sexiness, so we just kept fucking. He got on the bed and started thrusting into me sideways, which slowly turned into doggy style, which then led to me sliding lower and lower until I was in my favorite position – with my ass only slightly up in the air and my right hand on my clit. This position seemed to work for Ron quite well too, because each time I would get close to coming, he would as well, and would pull out trying to make it last longer. He kept teasing me like that for a while until I couldn’t take it any more. The next time I felt my climax building up, I begged him to keep fucking and not stop. We both came at the same time.

We fell on the bed, all sweaty and spent. I said I couldn’t believe my luck.

“Oh no, no, I can’t believe our luck!” he objected. “You are such a hot, sexy woman, my God! It’s so hard to find women to play with. I’ve always said that one day I’m gonna stop cheating on my wife, but I’m so glad that didn’t happen before I met you.”

We chatted for a while. It turned out Ron was lying about a couple of things. They were definitely not 40 – Ron was 51, and Mick was 53. I was impressed. They looked really good for their age. For any age for that matter. Mick wasn’t married – Ron was just using that as an excuse to not send face pix. But most fascinating of it all – they had never done anything with each other before. They had been in group sex situations two or three times before, but they acted completely straight, never touched each other or sucked each other’s cocks. Apparently, they didn’t even talk about doing something like this with each other beforehand, Ron was simply assuming – hoping – that Mick would be OK with it, since he knew Mick had had a bisexual experience with some other guy in the past. I was a little taken aback by that. I wish I’d known it was their first time together, I would’ve played it a little differently, allowed them to savor it some more! Either way, that was an amazing experience and I can’t wait to do it again.

I’ve been thinking about it ever since and my pussy is still wet three days later…

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