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no-questions-asked · 1 month

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Mom’s New Boyfriend

Your high school sweetheart was your rock. She supported you emotionally when your parents divorced, and even joined you in your despisal of your mom’s new boyfriend when she started dating again. It wasn’t hard to dislike him. He was very abrasive and took way too many liberties around your house, including in the way he talked to you or the way he’d look at your young gf, which wasn’t oblivious to her either. But there were other reasons for your contempt which you didn’t share with your girl, like the noises you endured coming over from your mom’s bedroom at night, the things he made her yell out and the rhythmic knock against the wall. You didn’t want to share with your gf how those made you feel. You also didn’t tell her about how creeped out you were when you accidentally found his browser history one day, littered with anal sex and young teens.

Things took a turn when your mom had to go away on business for 3 weeks. You took advantage to have your gf around the house more, but he was there as well. Maybe he was lonely but he started paying even more attention than before to your gf, talking her up. She remarked to you on how weird and inappropriate he was. To this day you can’t really explain what took over you at that moment, but you found yourself saying that he wasn’t that bad once you got to know him, that he was probably just trying to get closer to him. That she should give him a chance. She gave you a weird look, but said ok. After that she started to respond more in conversation to him and not flee so quickly when he hung around her. They were clearly getting used to spending more time together, which you said nothing about.

Then one night you got back from your soccer match you played regularly to find both him and your gf watching a movie on the couch under the same blanket. You pretended not to notice the quick movements that took place under the blanket when you walked in or the guilty, concerned look on your gf’s face. Not knowing what else to say you told them you weren’t feeling well and were going to bed early. He smiled arrogantly and told you not to worry, that he’d drive her home after the movie.

Now you’re lying in your bed, heart racing as you can hear noises coming from your mom’s bedroom. It’s hard to tell what him and your gf are whispering about, or what’s happening in the intermittent silences. After an eternity of cold sweat pouring out of you, you hear shuffling followed by “No! Not there! I’ve never....Oww!!” You felt you’d been punched in the stomach, but something else too...By the time you fished out your inexplicably hard cock from your PJs you were accompanied by the familiar rhythmic knocking sound against the wall you’d heard so many times before. The sounds of flesh and constant moaning coming through was all the stimulation you could handle. What have you done?

Jerk off with her friends

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no-questions-asked · 10 months

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Daddy Issues

You never gave a second thought to the fact that your girlfriend had been raised only be her Mom. Her dad apparently left them when she was very young, but she didn’t talk about it much. Besides, she was an overall well-rounded, sweet and happy girl. In fact, things were going so well that you both agreed to move in together. So what if you guys were young? You had been together a couple of years and had a little money saved up.

The downside was the neighbor, though. He was this much older guy who was always giving you guys a hard time for everything you guys did. What’s worse is that he talked to you guys like you were little kids. He even used the word “kids”, and was always telling you guys what to do. Bossing you around and scolding both of you. You hated it but you noticed that your gf, instead of being her usual, confident and outspoken self with him, would just be quiet and look at the floor as he talked to you guys.

Then one day you came home early from work but your gf was nowhere to be found. You noticed that your neighbor’s door was open. You decided to ask him if he’d seen her since she hadn’t answered her phone in a long time. When you walked in you saw why.

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no-questions-asked · 10 months

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His Text

“So I know I took what you said a couple of nights ago kind of hard. That’s on me and I guess that, despite the long-distance and starting at different colleges, it’s not so easy for me to just say goodbye to 5 years of being together. Especially considering all the plans we had and how our parents always talked about us getting married and whatnot.

I guess what I want to say is that I hear what you said about wanting to take time off to really live the college experience and maybe see other people for a bit. But I want to show you that I’m a man worthy of someday being called your husband and so I’ll live and enjoy the college experience but I choose remain true to you and won’t see other people. You don’t have to do the same but I know in time you’ll see that this was just a little speedbump in our relationship and we’ll be together again soon :) - Love you always”

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no-questions-asked · 1 year

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Mary Poppins

That was her nickname at the agency, which wasn’t a long leap since her first name was Mary. You and your wife figured it also hinted at her being an extraordinary nanny/au pair, despite her very young age (she did not look a day over 20). What was also extraordinary is that she seemed to almost appear out of the blue the moment your au pair suddenly and unexpectedly quit, almost miraculously saving both of your from what would have been some hellish weeks searching for a replacement. Besides, your marriage was in a seriously rocky state already, so dealing with infant kids all day would have surely been the straw that broke the camel’s back.

It was a relief to see that your kids instantly took to her, and she kept them on a firm and healthy schedule. She won over your wife, who had always been icy towards past caretakers. She was also very friendly and engaging on one on one conversations with you. This was fantastic.

What neither of you knew, since you didn’t see the movie, is that Mary Poppins was more about the transformation of the parents than of the kids. And unlike the movie version, this Mary had much more…selfish…intentions. Yes, the kids were happy and well-cared for, and yes, her machinations at your home pretty much put aside your marriage issues. But in exchange both of you are completely wrapped around her finger and are now eating out of her…hand…

🖤We are sensual beings. Discovering our own sexuality in our own special way.

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no-questions-asked · 1 year

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The Company BBQ

The year-end BBQ was quickly approaching for the company the young wife worked in. She had been a new addition for the HR department, which was renovating itself. Since the company was mainly a distribution warehouse operator, most of the workers’ tasks involved loading the trucks, handling heavy equipment and they tended to be male minorities. There were many claims of drug use, sexual harassment, and other misbehavior which the HR department was trying to clean up. The year-end BBQ was one of the main events where such rampant misbehavior took place, but management insisted on keeping it since it kept the workers happy.

“Really, there’s nothing to worry about, babe. I’m in HR! I’m one of the people they will not want to upset. It’s our job to change the culture and change things such as the reputation around this BBQ” she assured her concerned husband when the event was only a couple of days away.

The event itself was a success. At least that’s what her boss told her a couple of hours into it. The efforts of the HR department (and restricting the amount of alcohol served) ensured that the usually-rowdy cookout had actually been a tame affair. Happy with herself, the young wife’s boss left. Soon most of the management and secretarial positions started leaving too. The young wife followed soon after but as she tried to give a general goodbye some of the workers began to object.

“You’re the new one and you don’t wanna talk to us? Get to know us? Man you stuck up HR women always the same!” one of the workers she knew said. She felt put on the spot, but she also felt guilty. As others made similar comments she decided she would show them she wasn’t stuck up or elitist and said she’d stay for just a little bit longer.

That’s when the workers started pulling out the booze and weed they had snuck in, now that the bosses were gone. The young wife knew she should say something, but she didn’t want to ruffle any feathers so she kept quiet. She politely declined when they offered her some drinks they were mixing. “You had some wine with your lady boss. Too good to drink with black guys, huh? The racism in this company!” said another worker. The young wife timidly accepted the drink. And another. And another after that. Not realizing she was the only woman left at the BBQ by this point. She admitted to herself that these guys weren’t so bad. They were actually fun to hang out with!

She was drunker than she realized when they taunted her that she was also probably too stuck up to dance with them. That her “little white ass had probably never shaken it on the dancefloor with the brothers.”

“Hey! I can shake it just fine thank you! You’d be impressed!” she slurred. Before she knew it she had been lifted by the hand out of her chair and was soon in the middle of several workers as someone turned up the music.

The pictures that got around the next few days quickly became viral within the company. On the one hand, it was evident HR had failed to keep the decorum of the event up to the new standards. The young wife could not look at her boss in the eye, especially with all the rumors going around of things that happened at the BBQ. On the other hand, management was pleased that worker morale was at an all-time high, and none of the female workers had filed any complaints due to the event as in previous years. No consideration was given by them to firing the young wife. It would be remembered (by most) as a great company BBQ all-around.

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no-questions-asked · 2 years

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Honeymoon

It had only been an hour since he had gone into the jacuzzi and introduced himself to the two of you. Being a stranger didn’t stop him from heavily flirting with her nonstop during that time. On her part, she was very subtle not to make it too obvious she was eyeing this black Adonis. Their flowing conversation made it increasingly clear you were the third-wheel in the tub. When she got out, all it took was this action from him (which went unopposed) to let everyone there know who would really be enjoying the honeymoon action that night.

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no-questions-asked · 2 years

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“Omg, I can’t believe I did that…What came over me?”

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no-questions-asked · 2 years

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“Women’s Rights History”, “Feminism in the 21st Century”, “Gender Discrimination in Modern Society”. These were a few of your fiancée’s courses as part of her post-graduate degree, underlining her intellectual passions. You were very supportive of her views, and the two of you applied them to your everyday lives, with her taking more of a leadership role in your relationship (and the same roles applied in the bedroom, of which you were very respectful).

But it was your fiancée’s thesis professor who knew what she really wanted deep down and in those late-night “editing sessions” would put her in the place she so desperately craved.

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no-questions-asked · 2 years

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Moving On

General wisdom used to go like this: if your girl gets a radical or major haircut, watch out! She’s already dumped you and moved on in her mind.

Well times have changed. These days, if you walk into the bedroom and you see your girl doing this, with bass-heavy hip hop blasting on her AirPods…do I even need to say it?

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no-questions-asked · 2 years

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The Teacher

“Take the pay raise” they said. “Teaching high school seniors isn’t that different from teaching kindergartners” they said.

But no one told her some of these kids are 18 and have bodies of 25 year-olds. And that being locked in a boring classroom with a hot, young, recently-married teacher is tinder for the flame of their raging hormones. That the inappropriate stares, teasing and borderline cat-calling wouldn’t stop with her ignoring it or giving out stern warnings. That they seemed to only increase.

But most of all, no one told her that the stiff barriers she had put up to all this could only take so much. That their attention and brash behavior contrasted starkly to her bland, married life at home. That it would call to the submissive side buried deep inside her. And that once she was alone after class dismissal, it became evident it was getting to her after all.

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no-questions-asked · 2 years

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Memorial Day Boating

It was Memorial Day weekend and everyone in Miami was going out on their boat. Your girlfriend had been looking forward for so long to doing that activity and the two of you had rented one (you were not one of the lucky guys who owns his own boat).

At the last minute you got a call from your boss and it meant you had to stay home and work the whole day. At least you were able to cancel the boat reservation and not lose all that money. Your girlfriend was not amused though. She wanted her Memorial Day outing on a boat, and she always went for what she wanted. “I’m so sorry, babe” you told her as you stressed over your computer “I’ll make it up to you”.

But your girlfriend didn’t sit with her arms crossed. In less than an hour she popped her head into your room and said that she had talked to one of her single friends who was going with some guys on their boat and she had been invited to tag along. You didn’t feel great about her going on a boat with guys and without you, but she clearly wanted this and had managed to go about getting it. You didn’t want to rain on her parade.

Several hours later you get a text from a girl you knew (but had never dated). She was one of those girls who had a reputation for “getting around” but had never given you the time of day when you tried years ago. Curious, you open the text that reads “hey, isn’t this your girl?” and then open the picture attached.

You could hardly believe your eyes. There was your girlfriend in all her blond splendor, but wearing a much more revealing bikini than the one she had gone out with. She was also sitting on the lap of a black guy you didn’t know, but from the look of it he was the owner of the boat. Having dated her for a couple of years now, it crushed you to recognize from the way she was looking at him in that picture and touching his chest that she wanted this guy at that moment. And she always went for what she wanted.

So no, it looks like that’s not your girl anymore.

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no-questions-asked · 2 years

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Tik Tok Sister-in-Law

You and your parents were concerned with your little sister’s new interests and the type of dances she uploaded to Tik Tok. It wasn’t just the suggestive dances in skimpy outfits to heavy hip hop beats. She now had tens of thousands of followers, most of the recent ones being black guys, especially college athletes and amateur rap artists (she was still in high school!), and the comments they left disturbed you. She was spending more time out of the house as well, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was with that type of crowd.

You voiced these concerns to your fiancée and asked her to talk to your little sister. “I don’t think she’ll listen to me, babe. She’s like from different generation. But fine, I’ll talk to her about it. I’ll even invite her out so that we can spend some quality time together.” You felt relief! Your fiancée was a woman of values and self-respect, every parents dream daughter-in-law. Some of her modesty would likely rub off on your little sister if they spent some time together.

And they did, more than just that one time they went out. They seemed to be spending more and more time together and developing a sisterly-type of complicity. You weren’t included into the conversations they were having but surely it was for the better.

“Hey big bro” the little brat walked in smirking a few weeks later. “Who knew your little Miss Prim-and-Proper was holding out a thicc ass like that?” she chuckled as she tossed her phone on your couch, the Tik Tok app open. The account wasn’t your sister’s. Your stomach dropped as you recognized the username as one your fiancée used to use for online chatting back in high school years ago. And although her outfit was unrecognizable, the ass you loved dearly wasn’t as you stared at her shaking it onscreen to some new rap song. “Just thought you should know that Desean already asked me for her number, and I gave it to him. From what I hear they’ve been talking…a lot!”

You couldn’t believe any of this as the video played again and again. You noticed it wasn’t the only video on her blog either. “And after the things I’ve told her about black guys…oh boy” your little sister continued to taunt you but you were speechless, crushed. “Next time stay out of my business, loser!”

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no-questions-asked · 2 years

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If You Cum, Then We Fuck

Her arms were tied behind her back. She never heard the assailant approach her as she was entering her car. Now she was in a strange place, tied to a chair, with her phone inside her panties.

The vibration jolted her as the phone pressed against her pussy. With such direct contact the feeling was electric.

“The rule is simple” said her assailant, “if in the next hour you don’t orgasm, I will release you” he cocked his head “but if you cum, then we fuck.”

Why was this happening to her? But just as she was getting her bearings another vibration shot sparks up her groin. “Oooooh!” she unwillingly reacted, cursing her vagina for always having been extra sensitive.

“Hmmm” the assailant got down on his knees in front of her and slightly lowered her panties. “It seems that your husband is texting you, telling you about his day, asking about yours.” The man chuckled to himself as another incoming text from her husband gave her legs a quick spasm. Then another. And one more. “Judging from the scent I’m picking up, I’d say hubby’s impatience is doing my job for me.”

“This is so wrong” she thought to herself. She was getting turned on. She felt the back of the cellphone slick with her juices as each vibration beckoned forth more lubrication from her stimulated sex. The worst thing is that it was her husband who was doing this, unknowingly.

“Uummmphhh” she bit down as the vibration intensified in power and duration.

“Incoming call from hubby, let’s let it ring and see what happens” mused the man. But by the 5th ring her body had fully betrayed her. Her hips gyrating wantonly, seeking greater contact and stimulation from her smartphone. There was a short break as the call was missed. She had escaped peril. But then the assault resumed as her husband called again, probably concerned for his wife. This time though, she was openly moaning as she rode the well-lathered device. “Yes, girl, get it. Cum for me and let’s fuck.”

She never made it to the final ring before she saw fireworks unlike any she had ever felt before.

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no-questions-asked · 2 years

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Taking the Game

This story was written by @no-questions-asked who has given me permission to post it on my blog. Apart from the pictures, I've contributed nothing to his story.

The students of each of St. Andrew's and St. Thomas' Schools were exemplary gentlemen and proper ladies. A polished upbringing rarely seen these days. Even their sports rivalry was chivalrous. One example was the Homecoming Game and the Homecoming Party. Each school would always host the other for its respective annual football game, and as a "gentleman’s wager" if the home team lost then the players would have their girlfriends or dates go with randomly picked members of the winning team to the party and they would stay home. However it was all in good fun because if the visiting team won they would just dance with the girl and at most give her a kiss on the hand at the end of the night when escorting her to her home. Like I said, old-school manners.

Gary, St. Andrew's starting quarterback, couldn't believe what he was hearing at the end of practice. “What do you mean we don't play St. Thomas for Homecoming?” Their coach had just informed them that the district school board had done away with what they deemed as practices that went against inclusion and had mixed other schools into the schedule, including public schools. They would instead be hosting Central High, an inner-city school, with a predominantly black student body.

The other St. Andrews players took this in stride and decided to keep their tradition for the dance going. They were confident they could best this opponent as well (they were a good team, after all). Gary had seen highlights of their defense though, and a little queasiness plagued his stomach.

Julia, Gary's high school sweetheart, looked like she had seen a ghost when she heard about these developments. "What?? It's one thing to be accompanied by guys like John and Tyler from St. Thomas. We know them socially after all. But guys from Central?? They're not like us, babe! You can’t just wager me like that."

"Jules, it would be racist and dishonorable if we treated them differently. This is about including them in all of our practices, even the symbolic dance wager. Besides, we'll win." Jules had no response to this. His words made sense, but she didn't have to like it. She did not respond to Gary's advances on their subsequent dates.

Gary ran for his life as the vicious Central defense went after him yet again. The score was close, but St. Andrews was losing. One player in particular, who Gary had learned was called Jay, had been pounding him into the ground all night. With each hit Julia had cried out from the sidelines in worry. After a nasty hit that Jay gave Gary right after he released the ball, Jay stood over him tauntingly and loudly boasted "I'mma take this game and then I’mma take your bitch!" before looking up and winking at Julia. Julia shuddered in disgust and looked away.

"Baby, please beat them!" Gary heard Julia plead from the sidelines during a timeout. But Gary's confidence wasn't so high anymore. Ironically, the game came down to the last play with the ball in Gary's hands, and as he prepared to make the throw he saw Jay approaching fast and flinched as he released the ball, throwing a horrible pass. Jay laughed at not even having to hit him to make Gary lose the game for his team.

That smile was still on Jay’s face as Gary "handed over" Julia at her place (as tradition dictated). Julia hadn't uttered a word all afternoon. Gary was hardly surprised that Jay had been "randomly chosen" to be her date. He was lost in thought about that when he suddenly saw Julia's eyes bulge out as Jay got close to her. When they turned to leave he saw what caused that. Jay's hand was firmly gripping Julia's ass. Gary was still to haunted from all the hits he received to say anything as they walked away.

Gary hardly slept a wink that night. He had left several messages and missed calls to Julia’s phone. There were no stories on her Instagram to give him a clue as to how the dance had gone. After scouring he finally found a girl's Instagram story that made him stop dead in his tracks. It was from late last night, probably near the end of the party. Julia was dancing with Jay pressed up behind her, very close. She did not look distressed at all. The camera then panned away and that was all Gary found. He couldn’t take it anymore and called her house.

"Ummm, Julia didn’t come home last night, Gary." Julia’s mom said in a nervous voice. She then changed her tone to a more hopeful one "she probably stayed over at a friend’s house." His heart sank.

He finally saw her Monday at school, but it was obvious she was uncomfortable talking to him. She said the dance was fine and she had just gone to Steph's house where her phone had died. "I've actually got plans afterschool" she told him before going quickly to another class. Gary stood speechless as an old car with tinted windows and blasting bass-heavy music pulled up to school and Julia hopped quickly inside. She didn't answer his numerous calls and texts.

"I heard you're transferring to Central!! Julia is this true??" Gary said a couple of weeks later. In that time, he had barely been able to get a word in with Julia. He had also noticed that she had now committed several dress code violations in the past days, and each day she’d hop into the same bass-blaring vehicle.

"Yeah, fuck this school. It’s so lame. Full of little prisses and whiteboys." She didn't seem phased by her own vulgar language.

It wasn't until several weeks after transferring that Julia finally unblocked Gary from Instagram, probably not considering him relevant. Gone were their pics in Martha’s Vineyard and the Hamptons. They were replaced by pics of a much different-looking Julia, sporting some alluring hairbraids, and usually with her hands all over her boyfriend: Jay. One picture he zoomed in on featured him flexing his arm while Julia gave the hulking bicep a kiss. Jay was looking at the camera with the same face of the time Gary had told him "…and then I'mma take your bitch!"

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no-questions-asked · 2 years

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You have 1 New Voicemail

From “Bae”; received at 11:35 pm: “Hey, it’s me. Ummm look this isn’t easy so I’ll just get right to it. I know this whole “break” thing was my idea to help us get better (and yes, that you were against it) and that it was me who said we should still be exclusive and not see other people during that time. Well…umm…so I met someone. I really wasn’t looking to, I swear. But Chloe introduced him to me. She had been wanting to for a while actually but I had always said no, and then she invited him to this event we were at. Anyway I wanted you to hear it from me rather than from other people but…things happened. And it’s gotten kinda serious.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is that you’ll always have a place in my heart and I’ll always have great memories of the 6 years we were together, but I think we need to call it quits. I’m sorry, sorry for having to end things this way but I didn’t want to let another day go by. It’s not fair to you.

Also, I hope things can be ok with us going forward. I mean we’re bound to run into each other (like at friends’ parties or just around) and I don’t want you to freak out if you see me and him together. I know I always said I wasn’t into that type but he’s really tall and muscular and so I don’t want there being any drama because I don’t want to see you get hurt. Oh…and…umm…he’s black…

Anyway I gotta go. Take care, ok? You’re a sweet guy.”

End of message.

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no-questions-asked · 3 years

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“Babe that’s ridiculous! That’s no reason not to go” My wife hadn’t understood my reluctance to go to my 15-year high-school reunion, or why I had never taken her back to my hometown. It wasn’t easy opening up past wounds like that. Finally I told her everything. My childhood friend becoming my gf in high school, that first, innocent, virgin love. How the jock from school who I couldn’t stand set his eyes on her and took her virginity instead, ending our relationship. How years later I brought my college sweetheart back home one summer to visit, and how that same guy managed to seduce her as well not long after meeting her, utterly crushing me. The last thing I wanted was my wife around this guy. But she assured me she loved me, that she would never do anything like that, and that she would love to see the place I grew up in.

It was surreal being at an afterparty to my high school reunion, with all those familiar faces I hadn’t seen in so long. Introducing them to my lovely wife who was ever the social butterfly, having a lot of fun. I hated seeing that the guy was there and in even better shape than before, which according to my friends was because of him working as a personal trainer. We did end up getting separated as I caught up with friends. Then my face went white as I spotted her sitting next to him on a couch, talking. She saw me out of the corner of her eye and eventually texted me telling me saying that he had cornered her and started talking to her, that she’d get away soon. That this guy was “relentless and knows he’s good looking”. Wait what? She thought he was good looking? She’d never been into his type. Before I could respond I got dragged away to get a game of beer pong outside, which became a few more.

When I finally came back inside I saw them still engrossed in conversation. I was dreading every second of this but couldn’t look away and decided to spy instead of approaching. He leaned close to her cheek and whispered something in her ear. I watched her softly bite her lower lip. As he pulled back she looked around nervously, probably looking for me. When she failed to spot me I noticed my prim and proper wife put her hands up her skirt, lightly raise her ass, and subtly take off her undoubtedly wet thong before she handed it to him. I didn’t need to see him put it in his pocket to know what the 3 of us knew, that her pussy would be his before the night was done.

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no-questions-asked · 3 years

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We rented a house upstate in order to leave the city for a while. Our daughter begged for us to let her take her boyfriend with us. But I knew all about what raging teenage hormones will tempt her to do, and god knows what boys that age want (I was one at one point after all). My wife and I stood firm. Our daughter’s mood only lifted slightly when we proposed she bring along her best friend as well.

Several days into our trip, I woke up late one night to go get water from the kitchen. When I passed the bedroom the girls were staying in, I realized there were strange noises coming from within. I pinned my ear to the door to listen and realized the unmistakable sounds of what was going on inside. I should have known that those pent-up teenage hormones would find a way.

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