I knew about my son`s cuckold relationship thanks to acquaintances. We all belong to the BDSM community. I was having none of it. Although I had always been very dominant with him, I expected he would behave like a man with his wife, not to let her step over him like he did. That´s why I always spanked my daughter in law, to get her to know her place.The worst part was the identity of the “bull”: a SWITCH (ie, someone who can be both a dominant AND a submissive, depending on the circunstances, therefore, NOT A REAL DOMINANT) whom I have dominated several times at BDSM meetups, without sex. Imagine my frustration when I realized this poor excuse for a man, whom I have had literally kissing my feet, was topping both my son and daughter in law, pretending to be an “alpha male”. So I tried to talk him out of the picture in the next meetup. First, I tried to reason with him, to no avail. Then I used my daughter in law as a whipping girl, but this just turned him on even more. So I appealed to his submissive side just by ordering him to end that relationship, to which he said this wasn´t my business. I threatened to reveal to both of them who he really was. He didn´t respond, so I backed him against a wall, slapped him across the face and had him opening his mouth so I could spit inside. After he swallowed, I touched his boner and commented how aroused he was getting with my mistreatment, as a reminder of his true role. He looked at me a bit scared but didn´t cave in. My frustration grew even stronger when my son told me he was planning to get my daughter in law pregnant from their “bull”. I knew they wouldn´t believe me he was a switch, so I arranged a meetup with the four of us, so they could see it by their own eyes. Upon arrival, I told him I was going to spank him and ordered him to strip naked. After a moment of hesitation and looking to the three of us, he obliged. They couldn´t believe their eyes. Then I did the same to my DIL. Then I took the two of them, broken and naked, to my bedroom and told my son to wait outside. Once inside, I sat on the bed and told my DIL to sit in a chair, kiss my feet and take off my heels. While she did, I fondled her body (I´ve always had a bi streak) and taunted her about how I had “her bull” wrapped around my finger now. Then I took off my dress and underwear and told her to lie on the bed. She looked at my naked body with a mix of jealousy and fear and shook her head. She knew what was coming. For a moment I thaught about ordering the “bull” to restrain her for me, but I didn´t want any more physical contact between those two, so, instead, I said to him “Don´t intervene, and don´t masturbate, just sit there and enjoy, this is between she and me, did you get it?”. My DIL couldn´t believe when he just answered with a very submissive “Yes, Ma ´am”.Despite being younger, she is a petite woman, so it was easy for me to push her to the bed and climb over her. She tried to resist and, to her credit, gave quite a good fight, but she was no match for me. I managed to pin her wrists against the headboard, plant a kiss on her and trib her to orgasm. Then I threw her, had her lying flat on her back and sat on her face. I ordered her to lick me to orgasm, which she did. Meanwhile, I taunted her about how much she enjoyed the tribbing and how much “her bull” was enjoying the show. When I came, I told her to sat on the chair and watch how submissive was “her bull” on bed. I had him handcuffed to the bed and told him he couldn´t cum without my permission, to which he only responded “Yes, Ma ´am”. I straddled, scratched, slapped, spat, smother and had him begging to be allowed an orgasm. He obliged like the good submissive he actually is. When he cum, I had my DIL clean up the creampie from my cunt, something she did with my son as part of their cuckolding practices. When she was done, I told her to spit the cum on “her bull”`s face. She did it without hesitation and with a lot of rage. I was having the time of my life, so I told her to feel free to take out her frustration with him, just like I did. She straddled him and spent a good while slapping his face, body and balls and calling him a wimp and a fraud. As you can imagine, I encouraged her to continue. Not only she ended that fake relationship, I ended up turning him into the cuckold he actually is in the following months, having him watching me with other men while he only watched, and performing degrading acts just like he did to my son. And then I dumped him, too. These days, either he performs as a submissive or switches with other fake dominants like him. No one has taken him seriously as a dominant since that day. 

So me and my wife have a pretty good sex life. We have sexy regularly, mix it up with oral, vaginal and anal. Well when my wife got pregnant she became like, a full on buttslut. All she wanted was her ass fucked a lot. Usually she gets sore but it was like some change that made the soreness feel great for here and she just wanted it ALOT. It was the point where I actually considered maybe letting a friend or two whom in trusted to use her ass to keep her satisfied but in the end I never pulled the trigger on it, or even discussed it.

Last week I brought up how a friend of mine confessed to never trying anal (he apparently has a nice and big cock too, he is a childhood friend and the rumors would circle about his cock size every so often though I never bring it up to him) and was seeing if she was down for showing him how good anal can be and she shot it down pretty much immediately. I wish I knew this back when she was pregnant because I’m like 90% certain that she wanted her ass fucked so bad that she would of dropped her pants and spread her asscheeks for him in a heartbeat. I might be wrong though but that’s the vibe I was getting from her that she just wanted something up her ass and I gave it to her but I should of seen if she would of took another guy cock.

I’ll probably never know but I wish my friend told me about this back then, could have made both of them very happy.

My husband is in jail, for a really serious crime, and the odds are, that he might never go out, or that we will both be 80 when he does, so it is the same thing. For starters, I am not banned to see anyone else, so, I can do whatever I want, but when you are left alone in your 40's, after almost 15 years of marriage, it is not that easy to come back to dating, or even to the idea of having sex with someone else.

So I started exploring the online world of erotica, and ended up here. I know that these boards can sometimes be over the top, and not always truthful, but there is more reality in these, than in any other form of online forums, or stories, and I found that the written word is the only thing that made my body react to erotica. Confessions made me think about things I never dared contemplate, let alone try.

There was this built up tension inside of me, that just came bursting out one day. On my second, or third night out, after more than a year of him being locked up, a young man showed interest in me. I still look good, but I never thought that someone so young, in his early 20's, would react to me. Spent the night drinking, and even when my friends left, I stayed with "the hip crowd". Loved the attention, the flirting, everything. We all ended up in someones apartment, couple of guys, a few girls they had with them, and as the night was coming to an end, I was left alone, with the guy who was showering me with attention, and one of his friends.

He flat out told me, that they want to fuck me. I remember my knees shaking, and telling to myself - "just don't think about it". I wanted it.

I was on top of him, his friend on the other end. Double penetration was something I read about, but never thought possible in real life. It felt so good, cumming through the pain, that now I figure, that there is nothing more intense, one can live through. Neither of them used condoms, but were kind enough to finish outside.

After coming back home, I had mixed emotions. Shame, and joy, guilt and pleasure. Decided not to overthink this, and continued seeing my guy. This lasted for about a year, but never again did his friend join us, and we never really spoke of it. In the end, we parted ways, and the thing is, that all that time, every night I was with him, I wished for one of his friends to be there, as well.

any professors out there? it's the philosophy ones that get me, the slightly hallow eyes that come from a life long stuggle to maintain convictions despite the overwhelming meaninglessness so clearly evidenced, or maybe its the lack of boundries the material necessitates that already presses the boundries, teasing out what pleasure is, maybe its the layers of sweaters or maybe the 20 minute digressions on latin word roots, or even a weird say, teacup obsession. or that thrill when a teacher has to wisper something in your ear, and you know he can smell the pot smoke and sex on you, and he linnnnngers. anyway if there are any guys out there who wanna mix daddy issues, teacher power dynmamics or generally flipping a silly college girl over a podium to slap her ass and fuck a good essay into her, message me. 20/f/ma

I have always been pretty free, regarding sex, which is self explanatory, since I am here.

I am in my 40's now, married, and my character is the reason, two friendships have ended.

I had a best friend, she was a blonde, as I still am (she went brunette in the mean time), and through hs and in our 20's, we spent lots of time together. She was my confidant, she knew all about me, how promiscuous I was, while she was the opposite. Hell, I envied her, for her looks, even though I never looked bad myself, and I had this desire to make her like me, to push her over the edge, so she can be like me, not just understand me.

At the time, she started dating, casually, this one guy, and she was opening up about their sex life, in a shy way, she always felt self conscious while talking about it, and just for laughs, I suggested we should have a prank of sort with him, when he comes to the bar, that we are both willing to do him, to see how he reacts. Why not, she just started dating him, she didn't really care about him, and she said yes.

We drank a lot, and, ended up at his place, on our knees, doing you know what, together. He fucked us both, and ended up unloading on my chest, I guess, because I have big ones, unlike her.

The morning after, I felt remorse. She broke it off with him, and we tried, and managed to overcome this, since it was obviously more than she could handle.

But, they got back together after few months, and things went cold. We tried hanging out together, but I don't know what it was, her being afraid that I might steal him, or something else, it didn't work, and we parted ways, while still keeping phone contact of sort.

That drove me crazy, so I started dating one of his friends. In hindsight, this wasn't thought through, especially since I ended up marrying him. My poor husband got ghosted by his friend, without even knowing what is it all about.

And that is it. I know this isn't anything hot nor super special, but if someone wants my unsolicited advice - do not mix your friendships with any kind of sexual activity.