Truth please...

What people really think about when they masturbate and what they might share when asked by a partner can be 2 different things...why not share your honest answer here where your deviance can be appreciated?

What were you fantasising about when you last masturbated....if I get some interesting responses I'll share mine ;-)
This morning, a married woman who enjoys the swinger lifestyle. Her husband described her to me. I imagined her coming out of her favorite wine shop. I whisper to her "i know what you have planned for today, come with me." I take her to my apartment and make love to her thoroughly, leaving her full of my seed. I take her back to her car so she can continue her day. I'll meet her again, I hope.
 
What people really think about when they masturbate and what they might share when asked by a partner can be 2 different things...why not share your honest answer here where your deviance can be appreciated?

What were you fantasising about when you last masturbated....if I get some interesting responses I'll share mine ;-)
I fantasize about sucking cock or eating my wife's pussy and ass.
 
My go to memory is our trip to Cabo for Miranda’s 35th birthday.


Back in the day we explored quite a bit; exhibitionism, MFM, swing clubs, one MMMF. We knew about each other’s bi experimentation during college. However our sex life drifted into a vanilla routine.

The month leading up she went back to Pilates class and I was more diligent about my gym routine. Our pillow talk consisted of possible encounters during this trip.

Just that jump started our libidos. Miranda bought new outfits and swimwear, some she modeled others went straight to her suitcase.

Soon after checking in she slipped into a new bikini bolder than usual and we went to the pool. Behind her dark sunglasses she acted oblivious to men and women checking her out. That night on the dance club she flirted with a few men and couples. It was great having the confident sexy Miranda back.

Back at our room we fooled around on our poolside balcony discussing who we should have brought back with us.

There was dark man swimming late night laps below. “Oh, he might be fun. Looks in decent shape.”

I stood behind her looking over her shoulder to watch him swim. Slowly she backed onto my hard-on.

Our swimmer was now cooling down with lazy backstrokes with a clear view of us. Before I got a decent rhythm going she said, “I have another outfit to show you. Wait out here while I change.”

She came back out wearing a sheer bikini and sarong wrapped around her hips. “I’m curious how this looks wet.”


That is usually as far into that night as I get.
 
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