An old pic of my wife begrudgingly doing whatever she is told , I've broken her by now and she loves cock and asks for it regularly. She always told me no anal and I broke her , she always told me I couldn't invite a friend to fuck her and I broke her. Now she lets my buddy fuck her ass while she sucks my cock. I love a natural born whore that needs some schooling. 

I am fucking a woman on the side, who is way out of my league.

The thing is, this woman, and we are both in our 40's, is so beautiful, that it hurts, but on the other side, she is a, lets call it a nerd, an architect, very introverted, dresses very, very shy, baggy clothes, no make up, but no matter how hard she tries to hide her looks, it is visible from outer space.

Met her at a watch group meet up (yes, that is a thing), and she was one of the few women there. At first, I found her interesting, regarding the hobby, since there is not so many women interested in this, we exchanged numbers, and stayed in touch.

This happened two years ago. We became kind of online friends, discussing topics on the hobby, met more than once for coffee, etc. I learned a lot about her. She only had one bf, and that lasted for over 15 years. He was a bad boy, ended up in prison, and then she ended it. No friends, no social life.

I wasn't planning on doing anything, but I did jerk off to the though of her. Last summer, we were out on coffee, during work hours, when she invited me to her place, for a few minutes, so she can show me all of her collection in person. I wasn't sure that she wanted anything other than that, but soon as we walked in, I knew she wanted something else.

Ended up on top of me, and she was ready, shaved, sexy lingerie, and I couldn't believe what set of tits she was hiding under her baggy clothes. She even had condoms. I struggled to endure, even with a condom on, until she was done, but I managed somehow.

Now, six months in, I fuck her at least once a week, raw, we even did some anal on few occasions.

I think I am in love, and at a cross road of my life.

Only 2.5? Useless? You got to find different people who are not closed minded to the point they are sexually numb and need a brick :)

Many times I use a 2' max depth toy and never fails to bring a hands free anal orgasm...
Finger works too..
So many options and so much time to explore if one what ever the size has the will,want an need to learn,listen and love to give pleasure and learn new ways all the time to share in the pleasure any time for as long as both can go and as many times..

Be creative,talk,dream,anything together to expand all both know and learn to make the pleasure shared always wanted and craved....

Some just have no open mind and no imagination.. Just stick and poke and that's not even where the pleasure areas are rich in nerves to make some wonder if they can keep going being that sensitive and strong a feeling.. But someone caring and loving enough to see how intense and make sure they want you to keep going past where they can do it them self can be interesting.. But those who say it feels funny or too much over load to touch there but want a pole always make me wonder...

Someone heading to orgasm and not afraid of letting someone just over load them with care and making sure all is fine can bring the pissing squirting orgasms one reads only large can do...
A being who you place above your pleasure who will do the same for you with open minds,imagination and always creative in even where one touches at any time and shared together does far more than and means more in the long run...

One day many get ED... If size is all the other wants then some well hung may find them hung out one day if one lives by the dick and not by far more... :)

sumiko loves to anal and she is fun

I am married to a man I love, and we have been on this site, together, but I will post this, anonymously, since I am still not sure if he will understand it is him, after reading it, since I will alter some minor details, not the crucial ones, for the sake of him not realizing that this is the story about us, if he reads it.

So, we are both in our early 40's, married for a long time, and our sex life has been great. Never cheated on him, and I am pretty sure he never cheated on me.

From the wild beginnings, after having kids, and great sex life during my pregnancies, things got a little cold. We both felt it, and in an effort to spice things up, included role playing, porn, and similar stuff, into our sex life, and it worked like a charm. We are going through our second youth, and nothing to complain there.

In this quest for happiness, we tried a lots of different things, except one - I wasn't ready to do anal. He was so persistent in trying to convince me, but I stood my ground, and eventually, I think he reconciled with the idea of that not being for us. I have to admit, he was even a bit mad about it, but since have cooled off.

Now this is not much of a confession, as much as a question for all the men out there, but I will get to it, in a minute.

Maybe a year ago, we were both really drunk, after our friend's birthday, came to our room around 5 a.m. (we were all in a mountain resort for the birthday), and in the drunken rubbing and poking, I was turned to the side, as he tried to enter me. I was almost half a sleep, as I presume was he, since he was just semi hard, trying to do something. In all of that "searching", I just felt him going in, the other path. It felt bitter, and good, at the same time. I turned a little, his eyes were closed, and I am pretty sure he had no idea. It still felt good, since he was going in and out, in a slow pace, still with a semi erected penis. I guided his hand towards my clit, he poked a little, but since he was very tired, gave up after a few seconds, so I started touching myself.

What an orgasm!!!! It was so powerful. Soon after, he came inside me, and the feeling was oh, so pleasant.

Now, tomorrow I was sure he had no idea where he was, since he asked me if he came in me (I am not on the pill), and I just responded he did, but I managed that. And that was it.

I couldn't forget how great it was, but I was under the impression that, if we tried it again, sober, that it would be rough, since he is very rough, generally, and that it just won't be that good, so I kept my mouth shut. On the other side, he was so cross that I didn't let him in, before, that I was afraid he might take it the wrong way, if I suddenly, told him we did it, and that I liked it.

Fast forward to two weeks back, again, a long night, with a few drinks too many, and once again, he was too drunk to do anything specific, except to poke me and provoke me, to either take it from the side, or ride him, since there was no stamina left in him. Poking game started, once again, with two differences, this time, I wasn't that drunk like on the previous occasion, and that this time, he was as hard and long, as he can get.

He was just looking for the entrance, and this time, it wasn't an accident, I led him there. Guided his hand to my clit, and this time, he didn't quit, he touched me slowly, while going in and out, even slower. It took me just a few minutes to get off. It was a big one, lights out orgasm.

He ended soon after, but this time he pulled out.

Now, I am sure that not even this time, he realized what happened. Generally, we are very open about our sex life, with this being, maybe, our only exception.

We get to the question - should I tell him what we did, and ask him, to do it again, in the same way? Will he be mad that I like it now, but I refused him for so many years? Is it possible to have anal sex that can be pleasurable for both sides, especially since he is, whenever we are not having sex while drunk, very rough, and powerful during sex? Or should I just wait for another year or two to pass, for us to get the same conditions, to do it again?

I won a fight with my wife.

I'm logical. I'm respectful. She's the love of my life and I got tired of hiding the 3 side chicks. So I flat out told her. Her first reaction was anger. She claimed I didn't need anyone else, that she'd do anything they did. I shot that down quick,. They like anal, like group fun, enjoy exhibition, and piblic, and are into girl/girl. So she switched tactics and focused on dishonesty, which was fair except her opening response had been a lie that's already disproven. Red faced she went for the health risk. I pulled a key off my keychain "bottom drawer check the stack, I still test frequently and it's all dated". I explained the logic, the other 3 were purely physical release. I did things with them my wife was very clear she wasn't interested in. 3 because each introduced me to the next, and because it meant I had a chance 2 would be free that night. Absolute rage on her end but I told her I honestly I think that release valve made me a better husband. No resentment. No hate fucking. I honestly love her and could focus on her. Her retort was that if I wanted those things I could do it myself I didn't need help. That fight was last week.

Monday she told me the coffee was out. It's a small batch roaster, lives up in the mountains, peaceful hour drive. I just nodded, didn't say anything. Tuesday they reminded me again, same nod. Wednesday they got their period... I know because I time the coffee run to stop at an awesome hand crafted chocolate shop. I told you, I love her. So she's annoyed about coffee, now wants chocolate, asks when I'm going. "I'm not but please tell Jacques I said hi when you go". She presses, blames it on the fight, tries to guilt me into going. " I took your advice. I don't drink coffee, not big on chocolate, and you can do it yourself so just say hi for me". Mouth stammering, she's angry but no retort, no opening. I get a "Fine we're doing Indian tonight".  Amazing Indian place, in town, used to take her there once a month. My reply " no thanks I'm getting a pizza but I can do to go and meet you back here in 30 if you want to eat together ". Her eyes go wide and I ask if it's a bad time to mention the camping weekend this weekend with the guys. So she's got me Wednesday/Thursday and then I'm gone...

I sensed the seething rage so I explained. "You enjoyed the advantages of that release valve, loving husband, sex whenever no pressure, small batch coffee, handcrafted chocolate, Indian food, flowers weekly etc. I enjoyed the release valve.  But you put your foot down and made it clear, you can do it yourself. I gave her until Monday to decide. I'm fine with divorce. She can have half and my lawyer is on retainer. I love her but refuse to be in a position where only she benefits.

I found a cheat code for women, pretty early on, in my 20's, and I have been using it to the fullest.

Now, I am writing this from Europe, and I am not sure how the guys from across the ocean will relate to this, so I have to give a little prelude.

I was born in a city,in a privileged family. Now, this city is a big university center, so every year, girls from all over, come to the uni. Many of them, come from the countryside, rural parts of the country, and they are acting like loose canons, while feeling inadequate in a weird way.

My "city charm", consisting of an accent and a few manners that were regarded "cool" back then, gave not much luck with our, local girls, but when I was at the uni myself, I realized, countryside girls would drool all over it.

So I had a lots of action, with girls who, in different settings, would be out of my league. The best part was, how naive most of them were, naive, or just not ready to look "not cool" or "not urban enough" if they declined something I wanted.

The hottest girl I ever dated, broke up with me, when she, after one year of going out with me, confided to her friend, that I always cum on her face, and I did, every single time, without any exceptions, and her friend convinced her that that is not normal, and that there is no love there. I had a muslim girl, who was "saving herself for marriage", so I convinced her to do anal, so I fucked her in the ass for three - four months straight.

Sadly, time passes, and this tactic was working up until I got near 30, so, eventually, it stopped. It stopped with the uni girls, but soon enough, I realized, I have developed some kind of radar for insecure women. It is not often, nor successful as it once was, but women over 30 are prone to the same thing.

They are not as hot as girls from my youth were, but, when I see poor fashion choices, on a woman working on a good job, I just sense it, little village girls is still there, somewhere inside her. The spiel is different, of course, but the principle is the same.

My latest catch is a big tit brunette lawyer. Successful woman, yet yearning for validation. She is 40, so a year younger than me, and I am using her as a piece of fine meat.

This is probably the reason I never got married, but I do realize that at some point, this has to end. I get existential crisis from time to time, what will be of me, then, but soon enough it wears off. In the end, nothing beats good sex.

I am a married woman, and only recently, I truly came to realize many things about my sexuality, that lingered hidden inside me.

I am 35, married to a man I love, for five years. Before him, I only had one boyfriend, and a "thing".
That "thing" is a reason for this confession.

I grew up in a patriarchal house hold, so sex was a taboo. With my first boyfriend, we did it a few times, and I realized he wasn't for me, and started pursuing achievements in college, and later in work.

I had a boss, who had a thing for me, around ten years my senior (I was 25 back then), and since I was very much aware of my looks, I decided to use it to my benefit. I thought, little flirting never hurt anyone, only to, get involved with him sexually, in a freaky relationship, which lasted for almost two years.

Little note - I am writing this from eastern Europe, so no million dollar law suits for "sexual harassment" here, and there was no harassment, I did it willingly and consciously.

Not going into details, but he was very dominant, and demanding, and on more than one occasion, I felt like a piece of cheap meat. But, my body was responding to this kind of sexual interaction, in a really pleasing way. He was rough, especially during anal, he never did anything to make me feel good, only himself, but it still worked for me.

Eventually, I got promoted to a more senior position in a different sector, and this naturally stopped. Soon after, I met my now husband, and after a few years, got married to him.

Now, the confession is, that never again, I got the thrill and satisfaction from sex, as I did with my ex boss. Tried spicing it up with hubby, but he is just not built that way, he can't be harsh to me, it is not natural to him.

So, in my search for a thrill, I ended up here, but I am still searching, unsuccessfully. And this is my first confession.

Did you ever have a role model in life, someone you look up to, and who makes you jealous?

I did.

In hs, I had this friend, popular blonde, very beautiful, and she was my best friend, and still is, to this day, but she is not the one - her older sister. Also a blonde, very beautiful, but since she is two years older than us, I always wanted to be like her, to attract men she does, to dress the way she does, act and conduct myself, like she does.

I wanted to be her.

By all objective standards, I do look good, some would argue very good, but I always felt that I came too short, comparing to her.

All this, pretty much ruined my sex life. My bfs were all, not good enough, since I couldn't imagine that she would be with them. Later on in life, all this is responsible for thousands of dollars, I left to my therapist, trying to get rid of this infatuation with her.

First stupid thing I did, was to have sex with her college bf. We had sex in his car. She somehow found out about his affair, and dumped him. I was 100% sure she knew it was me, but no, he actually had no idea that we were friends.

While we did it, I felt like her, and it gave me the best orgasm in my life.

After that, since, you figured out by now that we stayed close after hs and college (I was a maid of honor on her sister's wedding), she started dating this big guy, and it looked pretty serious. But men will be men, and after just a few signs I threw his way, he made his advance. We had sex for over a year. That was a great time, and the sex was amazing, once again. We did everything, anal, dress up, role play, everything. But, the catch was, that after a year or so, he told me he wants to leave her, for me.

That was the best feeling in the world, but... I panicked, and just cut any ties with him. Once again, I thought she will find out. No, he just left her, without any explanation.

That is the point in which I started therapy, and after some while, managed to distance myself from all that craziness. In the mean time, she met a man she later married.

I evaded her, and everything around her, until their wedding day. He was dreamy - tall, handsome, successful.

That day, I hooked up with the best man, just because he was his best friend, and it turned into a relationship.

For seven years, I was with this man, and I was thinking of another. That sent me into a spiral of sexual deviance (I am here, am I), and fantasy. Since he was his best friend, and I was a good friend of hers, we started spending lots of time together. I didn't wanna do anything, not even try - special thanks to my therapist - but it was just pouring out of me. We would go to vacations together, and I would, for instance ,sunbathe topless, in front of them, even though I never did that before. I would wait for the right moment, to ask him, when we were left alone, to rub in some sunscreen on me. Besides vacation, I would do similar stuff, just to point his attention towards me. He didn't even look at me, I was totally uninteresting to him.

After our evenings together, we would go home and have the greatest sex ever, all because I was thinking of him, while being with my bf. After a while, I even introduced a dildo in our sex, I was riding it, while sucking him off, or sucking it, while my bf fucked me, imagining that he was with us.

Somewhere along the way, in therapy, we realized that I have shifted my obsession from her, to him, fully. I started detesting her, hating her, with all the bad things going through my mind.

Then, one evening, he told all of us that he has some problems at work, and that he can't find a trustworthy assistant. Without thinking, I offered myself. Everyone loved the idea - who can he trust, if not one of his wife's closest friends.

Maybe a month after I started working for him, I dumped my bf. It was just me and him, all day long, my time is coming.

Only it didn't. I did all I could, wearing a short skirt, showing a glimpse of garters, only to be warned that I must dress more formally. Same happened with wearing no bra on a white shirt - not professional. I gave my best, but he just wasn't interested.

This went on for years, and years, and my sex life was non existent, residing on the web of fantasies, I was living off.

I met a man, from a nearby town, with whom I started having casual sex, and, I ended up pregnant. I found out early, two weeks in. Told him, and he asked me to move in with him, asking me to marry him. I said yes, without thinking, but after further insight by my therapist, we all agreed, it was the only way for me to heal, and that that would be possible only if I go as far as possible, and cut all of them out of my life.

I have announced the news to them, gave in my two weeks notice, and they were both happy for me. She asked me to promise that we won't become strangers, and that we will visit each other.

The last day in the office, he stayed late, so did I. When I entered his office, he was surprised that I haven't left sooner, and I said something like "not without saying goodbye".

He stood up to hug me, and I kissed him. He backed off, surprised, but when I tried it again, he did the same.

Couldn't beleive it! After all the bending over, teasing, unbuttoned shirts, he didn't even get it. I grabbed his crotch, and he was hard as hell, so I just got on my knees, and started unbuttoning him. I didn't plan on kissing him, it just happened, but this, in my crazy logic, I wanted to leave him no choice, because, what man would refuse that from a beautiful woman.

He was holding one of my hands, but I put his cock in my mouth. He said something like, "no, please", but then I started thrusting hard, swallowing it all. At that point he gave in, and enjoyed.

I was so wet, I thought I would leave a puddle on the floor. It was surreal. When he came in my mouth, I swear to God, I came, handsfree, fully dressed.

He looked like he got tossed around by a hurricane.

"What a hell was this?"he finally asked.
"Nothing you should worry about, I am moving and getting married."

And that was the end of it. Two days later, we moved, and I never saw them again. It has been more than five years. She called me a couple of times, but I didn't answer, and after a while she got the message.

I have healed. This confession is kind of a burden dumping, since I can't tell this to anyone else, except my new therapist. I still have leftovers from that life, I visit this place, and there is a dildo in our bed room, but his face is not there any more.

I understand that this can be a bit overwhelming, but it is what it is. You can judge me, I get that, many poor choices are behind me, but are we even human, if we have none of those.

First time confessing.

I am 32, and married for five years. My husband is a good man, I love him, he is a great father, but with him, I feel like I am missing out, sexually.

Before him, I had two boyfriends, and a long term friend with benefits. Boyfriends are not relevant to this story, but he is.

He was a friend of my older sister, bit older than me, married, but somehow, after one night out in the town, we hooked up. After that, started meeting for sex, once or twice a month, then it went to once or twice a week.

He made me discover sex, for what it truly is - an infinite pool of pleasure. He introduced me to this place, among others, made me realize someone licking your bum feels super nice, made me cum during anal, pushed me to throw away all my inhibitions, when I am with him.

He ended it, after his wife became suspicious, and after months of grief and sexual frustration, I met my, now husband.

He kisses me gently, and moans like a little bitch, while he pulled my hair, called me names, and fucked me like a man.

My confession is, that I think of him, when I masturbate, and that I would leave everything for him, only if he said the word.

Well, many times I have heard that the older women are better in bed, and to be honest, I pretty much thought that was just an overstatement, even though I had zero experience in that department.

But...

About half a year back, I met this woman, through tinder, that is twice my age - I am 27, she is 51, and let me tell you something, this woman looks soooo good for her age. Ginger, still pretty slim, professor at the uni, and she was pretty reserved at the start, so we talked, and texted, back and forth, I tried to be really patient.

Boy, did it pay off!!!

Divorced for over ten years, she had a double mastectomy, right after her divorce and obvious issues regarding her looks, which made her scared of any intimate relations. I was being extra careful with her, took my time and eventually, I made it.

The sex is amazing!!! She is so grateful for my affection, that it is hard to explain how she makes me feel.

In July, her sons were away all month, with their father, and I practically moved in with her, fucking her every day, sometimes two, or three times a day, she just couldn't get enough.

Role play, lingerie, face fucking, anal, you name it, nothing is off the table.

I think I am in love.