Kinkiest real life experiences

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1. Fucking my Colombian manager at Arby’s when I was 18, she was 35 and married. Love getting fucked in the ass and creampied. That’s when my affection and attraction for older women started

2. Fucking my cousin when my sister was in the other room, came all over her ass

3. Getting my cock sucked by my Hairstylist at a local bar parking lot. She swallowed every drop, she was 46 and I was 32
 
Fucking my sister-in-law in the back of a cab, while my wife and brother-in-law sat there also. My wife in the middle, my BIL to the far left and me to the far right. There was only enough room for the three of us, so my SIL sat on my lap...
 
So many to choose from and chat about...what’s a girl to do:devil:, younger days... slept with my at the time best friends boyfriend to prove her wrong that it wasn’t meant to be... she wanted to test him and she set up this whole plan to prove he was the one. I let him know she was crazy and slept with him anyway and never said a word about it. He broke up with her a few months later.
 
So many to choose from and chat about...what’s a girl to do:devil:, younger days... slept with my at the time best friends boyfriend to prove her wrong that it wasn’t meant to be... she wanted to test him and she set up this whole plan to prove he was the one. I let him know she was crazy and slept with him anyway and never said a word about it. He broke up with her a few months later.

Must have been so exciting a fuck, glad you never told her, so unnecessary (but what a ride for you both)
 
Alot of great topics on here where people share really kinky and/or taboo fantasies. Some share things they have done in real life. Thought it would be a good idea to start a thread where people can share some of their best real life memories or secrets. I can start:

I was out with a cousin one night and we met a couple we ended up all going to their hotel for more drinks when the bar closed and we all ended up doing the woman together. I remember how hot it was getting a bj from her while my cousin went down on her and hubby watched. Than we were watching and stroking while she rode her hubby, than hubby invited me to take her ass and she blew my cousin. It was sooo hot for each of us to cream in each of her holes.

Anyone else care to share?

Not all that kinky, but...

While driving through the desert one night with my good friend and my wife’s sister something a bit odd happened. My friend and the sister were dating, but she was riding alone in the back seat. At one point my friend climbed over the seat and joined her. I couldn’t see much, but after a few minutes I could see they were naked and fucking. When I asked if they would like to get off the highway, the answer was YES. I found a side road and a parking spot about a mile off the highway. They got out, pulled a blanket out of the trunk and got down on the ground. While he was fucking her doggy style, I was watching and stroking my cock. She noticed me, then beckoned me over. I knelt in front of her face and she quickly started sucking me. She got filled from both ends pretty quickly. After he and I finished, she laid down on her back and he ate her pussy until she orgasmed.

That was an unusual night.
 
Alot of great topics on here where people share really kinky and/or taboo fantasies. Some share things they have done in real life. Thought it would be a good idea to start a thread where people can share some of their best real life memories or secrets. I can start:

I was out with a cousin one night and we met a couple we ended up all going to their hotel for more drinks when the bar closed and we all ended up doing the woman together. I remember how hot it was getting a bj from her while my cousin went down on her and hubby watched. Than we were watching and stroking while she rode her hubby, than hubby invited me to take her ass and she blew my cousin. It was sooo hot for each of us to cream in each of her holes.

Anyone else care to share?

Without doubt, the weekend my wife and I spent at a friend's vacation cottage, up North, one summer. It began on the Friday with him, although nothing sexual happened. The next afternoon, two of his male friends arrived unexpectedly. Things rapidly got out of hand.
 
This one always stands out in my memory.

Last night of a Caribbean vacation.
My GF sitting in a big leather armchair, legs hooked over the arms, my fist buried in her cunt, she strumming her rock hard nipples while telling me how to twist my hand so my knuckles stimulated her G spot, my mouth sucking and licking her clit. As her orgasm approached I lifted my mouth from her clit long enough to question her “I think you would enjoy having a hard cock in your cunt while I suck on you”.
I guess this drove her over the edge; she grabbed my wrist with both hands and jerked herself to completion while murmuring “two cocks, I want two cocks, yes I could get into that”. She came very hard.
I needed relief in the worst way. Her cunt made a sucking sound as I removed my hand and stood beside her, offering my hard cock to her mouth. I lasted all of ten seconds before coming in her mouth, on her cheeks and her breasts which she held up for me. We kissed deeply, sharing my cum, swirling it in our mouths, me scooping up more from her face with my tongue to feed into her mouth.

She wasn’t done yet. Her legs were still hooked over the arms; cunt wide open and she wanted more.
She worked a hand into her cunt and jerked herself as if it was a big dildo. She was so wet her cunt made squelching sounds with every stroke. It was the first time I had seen her fist herself.
And the vocal part was also a big turn on for both of us. How she wanted cock, two cocks, hard cocks with lots of cum.
She came very hard again.

All this happened in the doorway to our small ground floor patio only a few feet from a sidewalk. Granted, it was late and all the room lights were off.
I came two more times that night, she lost track of her orgasms. Before we drifted off to sleep she confessed that she was disappointed that no one walked by to see her display.
 
Bukakke

One of the kinkiest things I've done was blow 4 guys at the same time and have them cum on my face.


I was browsing cl and found an ad in m4m looking for a bukakke. I replied to the ad and asked if he had anyone to take the cum yet. He said he didn't and I quickly volunteered. He replied back with his address and instructions to strip naked as soon as I walked in the door. It was a quick drive over and I stripped as soon as i walked in. He was on the couch naked and told me to lay on my back on an ottoman. He stood up and said he had 3 other guys showing up for me to blow. He reached over and was playing with my cock. He asked if I had done anything like that before. I told him I hadn't. He lowered his cock to my mouth as he continued to play with my cock. After a few minutes the first guy walked in stripped and came over next to me. I reached up and stroked his cock then took turns sucking them both. Same thing happened as the next 2 guys came in. I was on my knees blowing all four until they all came on my face and in my mouth. My only regret was not having them all fuck me also.
 
OK, there's one crazy story. Feel free to not believe, I wouldn't.

She was quite a slut at school. She had that reputation, and deserved it. Always happy and bubbly, outgoing, feely-touchy with guys, hugging like anyone. Well, almost anyone, not me. Well, not that I cared, we run not exactly the same circles, but I had her noticed. It would be hard not to, she was an outstanding beauty even in a land of most beautiful girls in the world.

Senior year there was a Christmas concert in the church, and school was giving away tickets or some such; for whatever weird reason I was attending in loose affiliation with a random group of schoolmates; alone, despite I nominally had a girlfriend. (I might suppose, I was pursuing one other girl, but don't remember details, nor does it matter.)

At the doors I decided to invoke my "vampire protocol." I'm not a christian, and while I have no problem to attend church or even participate in rituals -- if asked -- I'm kinda scrupulous about that: if the church is anything more than a tourist attraction at the moment, if any sort of ritual is taking place, I don't go in through the door without explicit invitation from the inside. You would be surprised how easy it is to obtain; people usually don't even notice I do this. She did. Yes, she invited me in. As it turned out, to much more than a concert.

We spent that evening in modest conversation, and slowly grew as friends afterwards. I still was getting none of her playful hugs, but plenty for crying on my shoulder. I learned her darker side nobody was aware about: her deep insecurities, her tangled emotions and broken heart, her family shit, depression she was hiding under that joyful mask and tried to blunt with random sex. Not with me.

Did I save her from committing a suicide? Did I drag her trough the graduation? Who knows, I had so much stuff going on in my own life, she was a mere aside, a little slutty sister that liked to cry on my shoulder. Sure, she turned me on immensely, but self-appointed brothers don't fuck crying girls, do they?

We kind of dated trough the summer. She was involved in at least three other relationships, little more than a mere fucktoy for older men in two of those. One dark, dark autumn night we had her mom's flat for ourselves. Curtains wide open for the thunderstorm outside. Endless talks, a bit of wine, long cuddles in the candlelight, intermittent with rare tender kisses... that slowly grew more frequent and hungry. Yes, we made love that night, slow, long and beautiful. But it was still not with me: defeated by my selfishness, I agreed to substitute in for a dream I wasn't.

She went away to another town, to live in which one of her lovers, and later attend college there. We both worded her into that. We exchanged infrequent, long letters that became even more infrequent over time. I had met my Love in university. And lost Her. Actually, I haven't heard from my 'little sister' for two years, when I received invitation to her wedding.

Groom was a guy I knew since elementary school and had even called a friend for a while, but lost contact with for over a decade. Event manager was a hired woman I just so happened to have quite tangled history with as well. I knew nobody else though, none of the guests, nor his family. Her mother was not invited, not a surprise.

As it turned out -- to my surprise, to say it mildly -- I was invited as a step in for her father (she had never had) role in the church, and then in practical capacity of a pagan priest in the midnight binding ritual. I was a bit mad about that, I would have preferred to know that beforehand and prepare, but was told to just improvise.

I was also put in charge of the sauna, and, of course, declared swimsuits are not allowed there, what was accepted a bit more easily I expected.

So, after the ethnographic rites I moved the party to the sauna, performed a bit of ritual there as well, and after that...

Somehow I found myself dancing her nude back up on the dance floor, then fuck in front of a group of remaining guests; declared that her last infidelity and in a ritualistic manner transited her to her husband, and connected them, literally.

Well, if you're wondering, I woke up from a short morning nap entangled with the manager. We both still had plenty of work on our hands, it was meant to be a traditional two day event.

So yeah, I never expected to marry her off, even more in such a crazy way, but that's exactly what I did, and she was happy about it all, and happy in her marriage as far I know.
 
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OK, there's one crazy story. Feel free to not believe, I wouldn't.

She was quite a slut at school. She had that reputation, and deserved it. Always happy and bubbly, outgoing, feely-touchy with guys, hugging like anyone. Well, almost anyone, not me. Well, not that I cared, we run not exactly the same circles, but I had her noticed. It would be hard not to, she was an outstanding beauty even in a land of most beautiful girls in the world.

Senior year there was a Christmas concert in the church, and school was giving away tickets or some such; for whatever weird reason I was attending in loose affiliation with a random group of schoolmates; alone, despite I nominally had a girlfriend. (I might suppose, I was pursuing one other girl, but don't remember details, nor does it matter.)

At the doors I decided to invoke my "vampire protocol." I'm not a christian, and while I have no problem to attend church or even participate in rituals -- if asked -- I'm kinda scrupulous about that: if the church is anything more than a tourist attraction at the moment, if any sort of ritual is taking place, I don't go in through the door without explicit invitation from the inside. You would be surprised how easy it is to obtain; people usually don't even notice I do this. She did. Yes, she invited me in. As it turned out, to much more than a concert.

We spent that evening in modest conversation, and slowly grew as friends afterwards. I still was getting none of her playful hugs, but plenty for crying on my shoulder. I learned her darker side nobody was aware about: her deep insecurities, her tangled emotions and broken heart, her family shit, depression she was hiding under that joyful mask and tried to blunt with random sex. Not with me.

Did I save her from committing a suicide? Did I drag her trough the graduation? Who knows, I had so much stuff going on in my own life, she was a mere aside, a little slutty sister that liked to cry on my shoulder. Sure, she turned me on immensely, but self-appointment brothers don't fuck crying girls, do they?

We kind of dated trough the summer. She was involved in at least three other relationships, little more than a mere fucktoy for older men in two of those. One dark, dark autumn night we had her mom's flat for ourselves. Curtains wide open for the thunderstorm outside. Endless talks, a bit of wine, long cuddles in the candlelight, intermittent with rare tender kisses... that slowly grew more frequent and hungry. Yes, we made love that night, slow, long and beautiful. But it was still not with me: defeated by my selfishness, I agreed to substitute in for a dream I wasn't.

She went away to another town, to live in which one of her lovers, and later attend college there. We both worded her into that. We exchanged infrequent, long letters that became even more infrequent over time. I had met my Love in university. And lost Her. Actually, I haven't heard from my 'little sister' for two years, when I received invitation to her wedding.

Groom was a guy I knew since elementary school and had even called a friend for a while, but lost contact with for over a decade. Event manager was a hired woman I just so happened to have quite tangled history with as well. I knew nobody else though, none of the guests, nor his family. Her mother was not invited, not a surprise.

As it turned out -- to my surprise, to say it mildly -- I was invited as a step in for her father (she had never had) role in the church, and then in practical capacity of a pagan priest in the midnight binding ritual. I was a bit mad about that, I would have preferred to know that beforehand and prepare, but was told to just improvise.

I was also put in charge of the sauna, and, of course, declared swimsuits are not allowed there, what was accepted a bit more easily I expected.

So, after the ethnographic rites I moved the party to the sauna, performed a bit of ritual there as well, and after that...

Somehow I found myself dancing her nude back up on the dance floor, then fuck in front of a group of remaining guests; declared that her last infidelity and in a ritualistic manner transited her to her husband, and connected them, literary.

Well, if you're wondering, I woke up from a short morning nap entangled with the manager. We both still had plenty of work on our hands, it was meant to be a traditional two day event.

So yeah, I never expected to marry her off, even more in such a crazy way, but that's exactly what I did, and she was happy about it all, and happy in her marriage as far I know.

Truth is stranger than fiction.
 
Without doubt, the weekend my wife and I spent at a friend's vacation cottage, up North, one summer. It began on the Friday with him, although nothing sexual happened. The next afternoon, two of his male friends arrived unexpectedly. Things rapidly got out of hand.

I hope you got some hard cock in your mouth and a few loads of hot cum.
 
For me(her): The first time my best friend and i experimented with oral on each other.

For him: The very first time he helped me please a cock(mmf threesome), it was his best friend.
 
This one always stands out in my memory.

Last night of a Caribbean vacation.
My GF sitting in a big leather armchair, legs hooked over the arms, my fist buried in her cunt, she strumming her rock hard nipples while telling me how to twist my hand so my knuckles stimulated her G spot, my mouth sucking and licking her clit. As her orgasm approached I lifted my mouth from her clit long enough to question her “I think you would enjoy having a hard cock in your cunt while I suck on you”.
I guess this drove her over the edge; she grabbed my wrist with both hands and jerked herself to completion while murmuring “two cocks, I want two cocks, yes I could get into that”. She came very hard.
I needed relief in the worst way. Her cunt made a sucking sound as I removed my hand and stood beside her, offering my hard cock to her mouth. I lasted all of ten seconds before coming in her mouth, on her cheeks and her breasts which she held up for me. We kissed deeply, sharing my cum, swirling it in our mouths, me scooping up more from her face with my tongue to feed into her mouth.

She wasn’t done yet. Her legs were still hooked over the arms; cunt wide open and she wanted more.
She worked a hand into her cunt and jerked herself as if it was a big dildo. She was so wet her cunt made squelching sounds with every stroke. It was the first time I had seen her fist herself.
And the vocal part was also a big turn on for both of us. How she wanted cock, two cocks, hard cocks with lots of cum.
She came very hard again.

All this happened in the doorway to our small ground floor patio only a few feet from a sidewalk. Granted, it was late and all the room lights were off.
I came two more times that night, she lost track of her orgasms. Before we drifted off to sleep she confessed that she was disappointed that no one walked by to see her display.

Fuck me, what a woman, I'm so envious!
 
my exwife naked for her bbc

She wore the pants and i wore the panties in our marriage, she had full control of everything .in our relationship i obey and she fuck who she wanted. lots of my friends and team mates . she finally found by humilating, and degrading in public and bars turn her on. not like it did me. and i became a pussy licking slave. when she had been fuck and came home. or i like to lick there cum while they watched and comment . then we meet this tall handsome black drug dealer who we sold for him. that became our Master. i work as a bartender at a 24 7 gay bar she work the door on the weekends.Expose me to all that i was her bitch slave. even had me wearing panties and collar. I would bath ,shave ,and she never wore a bra or panties. clearly she love showing off her big tits and bald pussy. This late sat, night we where the only bar open. Master Young walk in where she was sitting behind my register lillte drunk and high. As he walk straight to her. and she order me to get his drink ,and called me her sissy panty wearing slave. and he join in with her calling me degreding names and laugh. it was just a min., when he had taking her top off an playing with her tits. As she pull her legs on each side of the wooden bars stool where and skirt was above her waist .
then in order me to come bow on my knees in front of him and her. where i was told to take my shorts and t =shirt off he wanted see what color my panties was they where pink, with a matching collar with dog chain connected to the collar and a pair of nipples clamps on the other. that clamp on to my puss lips. i took her shirt off and got all our cloths and threw them in the trash.
 
The strangest thing? I guess you could call it weird now, but not when it happened to me. I'm in the experiments of his nature, came down to the fact that were free to be naked among teams quite familiar to me. Later, however, we became good friends. And it all started with harmless Jogging with gradual undressing.
 
I went to a store, grab panties and pissed/cummed on them, then I returned them to the proper area
 
Jeep

As I have said in another thread, after pulling off the side of the road in my Jeep Wrangler, and having sex with my gf at the time, she then needed more and I was not up to it yet. so she road my manual stick shift to a wet sticky orgasm!
 
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