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Third story about me and my dad's friend/my Dom. My first time (only time so far) being shared. (m/f)

I didn't know how to word that title but someone suggested I make it clear there are other stories posted :P :)

My Sir hasn't fully shared me and says he won't ever, but he has shown me off lots and shared me a little. He decides when to share and what I share, and it's yet to be something I know about in advance.

Vegas 3some with my wife and a friend while her husband watched part 5

again, this is a true story.

We left the bar and went up to the suite in the elevator. On the ride up I asked Debbie what she wanted to happen tonight and she told me a few things that were very interesting. My wife added that she wanted to watch too, so i now had a plan.

When you break a 4 year dry spell...

Been away from home the last 2 weeks for work and of course one of the locals I've been working with just had to be attractive. Didn't think much of it for the first week but then the playful flirting began. My awkward way of flirting is to joke about all things dirty. He was similar.

One night as he left and I was stuck working for a few more hours, he told me to hit him up to go get drinks. We hadn't exchanged contact info though and it took 4 more fucking days to do so. It finally happened and he picked me up that night.

Vegas 3some with my wife and a friend while her husband watched part 4

So by now you should know that my wife and her friend Debbie set up this whole thing so that Debbie and Steve could live out a fantasy and I could have some fun too. After we finished that night we all went to bed with Steve going to his bedroom and the three of us mine. Once we got in bed Debbie thanked me for not freaking out and told me this was more than she expected. The 3 of us talked for a bit and I learned that Steve always asked her to tell him about her previous sexual experiences while she jerked him off.

Under pressure: Me [M] and Lisa Lasagna [F]

Five years ago when my wife Michelle was dying from cancer, a neighbor we called "Lisa Lasagna" would drop off pans of vegetable lasagna two or three times a month. It was really great; I'm not much of a cook, and our schedule was so disrupted by cancer that I rarely had time to cook anyway. A number of friends and neighbors dropped off meals and they were probably the only good meals I had when things got rough at the end.

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