I am bisexual, but, if I would be honest to myself, I was always a lesbian. I guess that is why I never got married, and am pushing 41 this year.

My "bi" side is, probably the consequence of my desire to fit in, get a family, and children, but I have never had a satisfying relationship, nor sexual intercourse with a man. My first experience with a woman, was with a friend of mine, didnt last long, but it was so erotic and filled with tension, and great sex. After we broke up our secret affair, we we estranged for a while, I continued wandering left and right, being with men (openly) and women (secretly), until, after few years, we bumped into each other, by chance, and decided to catch up.

The reason of such secrecy regarding women is, that these things are still frowned upon here (eastern Europe), not forbidden, nor dangerous, but still tied to a high level of public scrutiny.

She got married, got two kids, he is an engineer, and showed me a photo of a fat blob of a man. She didnt mention our thing, like it never happened, and I found myself, once again, lusting over her, or maybe, it was just the feeling of missing those lovely times we had together.

So, we bonded, started doing things together, I got invited to birthdays, and other social events they hosted, started going out together, I even had a bf for a while, so we can all double date.

I felt something from her, since this all ordeal lasted for a very, very long time, but I wasnt sure if I was just imagining it, until, one day, she told me that her husband is turning 40, and she wants to "surprise him" with a threesome, with me!!!!

I knew what was up, she didnt want that, she just wanted me, and this was all a pretext. And she didnt want to surprise him, as I found out later on, he told her long time ago, that his fantasy is a threesome, and just before his birthday, she lead him on to mention it again, and she even lead him on, after pushing him long and hard, who would he want in it, besides her. Blake Lively was his first response, but when she pushed him to find a name of someone they knew, someone free, someone close to them, close to her, who could do that, without ruining it for all of us, my name came up.

To be honest, by the way he looked at me, she probably didnt need that much persuasion. I am no Blake, but I was never shy about my appearance, and I knew, and still know, that I look good.

And just like that, we started our adventure, that has been going on for over two years now. At this point, she told me they even do not have sex any more, without me being present. At start, we did it once, or twice a month, and it has evolved in us two having sex, while he is somewhat of a side piece.

He penetrated me only for the first few times, but after that, we kind of moved this in another direction, and now it is mostly him having sex with her, while she eats me out, or I eat her out. She told me he was getting a bit cranky for being side lined, and she then decided to give him anal passage, and now he is happy, but still cums very fast during it, especially when I start helping out, by kissing her down there.

So now, it is basically just us, having the sex of our lives. Since we made this experience more about us, our meetings became more frequent, and now it is usually once a week. When he gets too pushy, and touchy, and wants me, I just give him head, from which he cums in a few minutes and leaves us alone.

And it is still working this way. I asked her to just, go away with me, but she cut that topic at the very start, and got very angry, so it is what it is for now.

Part of me knows that this can go two ways - her, ending it, and going away with me, or her, ending it, and kicking me out of their life.

If the second scenario comes through, I am not sure what will I do with myself.

So, here it goes.

I was a married woman, 41, and after years of persuasion, I have tried a cuckold relationship with another man.

I was hot when I met my husband, and I am aware that the degradation of my looks, might be the reason that lead up to this. I didnt get too fat, but I do not look good, and I never was some kind of a beauty, my body was my strenght. When our sex life started to lose traction, we tried different things, including porn (that is where I was introduced to ML), role play, light bondage, and it really worked for quite some time, but, eventually, he became obsessed with cuckold sex. I really wasnt up for it, I love him, but that felt like too much, but he was so into it, that after two or three years of all kinds of fantasy role plays on that subject, I agreed to do it.

We found a guy, online, and I liked the way he looked. Fit, handsome, my age, married, so no drama there, and he even had previous experience. He was very eloquent, soothing, and I began to think, this might work.

After meeting him for few times, we finally decided to go through.

Agreed on protection, and I was excited, I must admit. As soon as I started kissing him, and reaching down his pants, my husband started jerking off. That felt weird. He undressed, and I stayed in my little black dress, when he pushed me down, asking for a bj. As I started doing it, I gazed a few times in his direction, and he was moaning like a little bitch. At that moment, he looked so pathetic, that all my excitement, all the latent lust I felt for the man I was having sex with, died down.

I felt sick, but hubby was all red faced, breathing heavily, so as I was going down on my lovers testicles, I started reaching lower. The man, who was really quite polite and restrained, looked at hubby, but I pushed his legs up, and started licking his ass.

Never done it to hubby, never done it to anyone else, but I felt the desire to show him that he could have had this slut, he dreams about, but he was too much of a wimp to ask.

He came, I saw it, he was out of his mind.

As I got up, and on the bed, on my back, I just said "put it in my ass".

My lover looked at him - hubby was out of his mind. He could barely put the condom on, as he was excited as well.

It didnt last long, guy came in a few minutes. All that time, I was looking at my pathetic husband, with his hanging gut, and shrunken cock, looking at me in disbelief.

I filled for divorce the next day.

Which one?

Asian persuasion

think my wifes becoming an anal slut. after a long uncomfortable talk where i explained my sexual needs to her she agreed to be more receptive to my desires. well that was 2mnths ago. should have done it a long time ago. after some persuasion one night i was allowed to enter her butt. Afterwards we talked & i explained how i enjoy anal as much as vaginal sex. she said while it wasnt as pleasurable as vaginal it wasnt a bad feeling. well 3wks ago i was awakened in the night to my wife rubbing against meto my surprise she was naked. then another surprise when i was god & hard as i went to enter her from the spooning pos. she guided my dick to her ass. i then pressed against her butt & just slipped right into her already lubed ass. then last week same scenario came to bed naked except this time i got her in the doggy pos. & when i went to enter her cunt she turned her head & said as she handed me some lube i want you to put it in my butt again. after we were lubed up as i started to slowly press against her asshole she pushed back on me till my head popped in her. then after a cpl. short strokes she told me please i want you go go as deep as you can. then she told me go faster i want you to fuck my ass baby harder faster i want to feel you cumming up my butt all this out of the ordinary dirty talk caused me to cum real quickly

Here's my confession. My wife was raped a couple year into our marriage. It was a single guy breaking and entering. We don't know if he knew anyone was home or not. But either way, when she came down stairs thinking it was me, he pounced. He threatened her life with a gun, which pretty much shut her up and kept her compliant. He had her take him to the bedroom where he forced himself on her. At that point she started to fight, thinking she was going to die anyway. He beat her pretty bad, and just flat over powered her.

When he was done, he threw her in the shower and told her if she turned off the water or came out he would kill her. I came home and found her there, curled up in a ball under freezing cold water. We still don't know how long she was in there, but we think it was around an hour or so before I came home. The shower ruined pretty much any chance we had at any sort of DNA match. They did the kit thing anyway, and never had any matches. She was, however, left with gonorrhea. Thank God it's curable. But, it did add to the physical and emotional struggle she had in the aftermath.

She sought out counseling afterward. Shortly after I joined her in counseling as we noticed it was impacted more than just her. It was nearly 2 years after before we even attempted sex again. She just wasn't ready before that, and I wasn't going to rush her. And, before you question whether I was faithful, let me tell you - I was. I love my wife, and would NEVER betray like that. I'm not saying cheating is the worst thing in the world, but cheating on your wife that was raped, that's pretty low.

Anyway, fast-forward to about 2.25 years post-incident: our current therapist is relocating, and recommends us to a new therapist. He's relatively new, but had personal or family connections to the therapist we were seeing, so we took the referral. By the time we were seeing him, the issues we were really still having at that point were sexual in nature. More-so hers. She was in a place where she was able to cope with what had happened, but our sex life had suffered tremendously. After a couple sessions he brashly recommend that she reenact the rape. I thought this sounded fucking insane, and quickly protested. She wasn't too keen on the idea either. But, by the next session she told me she wanted to give it a shot, and after much persuasion I finally gave in.

She set the ground rules. She didn't want to know exactly when it was going to happen, but she stated what could and could happen. As well as things that should and shouldn't happen. She wanted it as close to the event as she could. The more she described what she wanted, the more turned off to this whole idea I became.

But, after about another week I decided to just go for it. I worked myself up in my head, got myself in that mentality, told myself I was doing this for her - and set the stage. I had a relative watch our kids for the weekend, and I waited for the second night. I took off work, but told her I was going to work. When I doubled back an hour later and proceeded with the reenactment, it was on.

I'm normally a laid back, somewhat passive guy. But for some reason I just snapped into this crazy mind set. It was pretty brutal. Obviously my wife knew it was me (no face masks was one rule), but personality-wize she would not have known it was me. I got what I thought was way to rough. I pulled her hair, threw her down. Smacked her repeatedly, and even punched her in her stomach a few times. There were a few moments I considered stopping, and to be honest a few moments I almost threw up thinking about what I was doing. But I kept going. After I was able to subdue her I moved on to fucking And she did actually put up a crazy amount of fight. I had to work to keep her pinned down. When I started fucking her, I fucked her so hard and fast. It was so overwhelming for me I came way quicker than I thought I would. What normally takes me 20-25 minutes took me about 5 of serious hard pounding.

I came inside her, and she just melted. She wrapped her whole body around me, and held me so tight. I collapsed on top of her. She kept whispering "thank you. thank you. thank you." And started saying "I came. OK, just want you to know. Fuck I came." It was massively intense.

We didn't go back to the therapist for about a month. But when we finally decided to schedule a follow-up with him, we learned that he had been shut down, and was under investigation. Apparently, in the short time that this guy was a shrink, he had exploited several women. He utilized his position to get them to do things, or to identify easy targets for him to pressure into sexual favors. He ended up losing his license to practice, and ended up serving a couple years in jail. He got a pretty good plea bargain though.

Anyway, since then, my wife will ask me for this a few times a year. I used to hate the idea - before I tried it the first time. Now, I'm fucking hooked. I would never really rape someone. I know the emotional carnage that happens afterward. But a forced sex fantasy - one of the hottest things in the world. She wants to step it up now, and possibly try with a stranger or a close friend. She would prefer a close friend, but we don't know how to exactly approach that with anyone we know. She's also told me I should seek out another woman that has the same fantasy. She's told a few of her friends about what we do, to see if any bite on the bait. Unfortunately none have. But she said if any do, she would give me full permission to "let them see just how amazing that can be."

I don't want you all to think this is my way of exploiting my wife getting raped. Seriously, there was years of emotional damage to both of us. But, I will admit - our sex life has NEVER been better. Yes, I trully think we could have discovered forced sex fantasy without her getting raped, and probably be in the same position that we're in now. But this was our path. So, I guess I'll take it.

Anyone else lucky enough to have a wife or GF into forced sex fantasy? Or any guys actually do this? Like through Craigslist. I always see the ads.

I am married, and I am about to leave my husband, after cheating on him for over a year.

Got married young, he was my 2nd bf, and life went on. After some time, he stopped noticing me. I did gain some weight, but I am far from being fat, since I am petite, even a few extra pounds are visible. We just stopped having sex, and not because lack of trying on my end. He would always do it, when I initiated it, but after I while I got fed up, and stopped taking the first step. He didnt approach me for over three months, and when he finally did, it was because he was drunk, and couldnt even perform.

I tried everything to help myself in my solitude, including this place, but I was longing for someone to touch me, not just touch me, for someone to want me.

Then he came along. I have met him one evening, when I went out with some friends. He gave me attention, everyone noticed, and even made jokes about it (be careful, she is married). He found me on social media, and we started texting.

I am close to 40, so all this online chatting and flirting was totally new for me, and I didnt manage to get a hold of it. This lasted for a long, long time, he was very persuasive, and I went for coffee with him.

The moment he sat opposite to me in that caffe, I knew that I was done.

It is now over a year of our sexual relationship. The sex, oh my god, the sex is perfect. He made me try some things I have never thought I would enjoy, but I did, (anal and bondage), he made me feel loved and cared for, even though the sex was rough and super intense. After a few months, he asked me to get a divorce, and move in with him.

I was struggling to make a decision, had my ups and downs, not ready to take this life changing step. So I decided to try my best to save the marriage. We started having sex again, still only after I initiated it. It was so bleak, so vanilla, so uninteresting, that I started to wonder, was it always like this, or am I broken now?

I realized that I am not broken, but our marriage is. His birthday is on 5th of April, so I wont do it before that, and I will wait a few weeks after it passes, and I am telling him. I dont want my life to pass by me.

asian persuasion what would you do to her

To start this off, this is part confession, partly a question I have been asking myself.

I am no stranger to kinky stuff, me being here can stand as proof for that fact.

I had an interesting sex life, few partners on the long run, few of them in short term, and I considered myself pretty open to anything, not being prude, etc. In the last few years, I guess, age has caught up with me, and men dried out, then I met him.

Kind, charming, highly respected professional in his field, good earner, we hit it off in an instance. Never married, ten years older than me, so in his late 40s, everything around him screamed "playboy". I didnt care.

I thought it will be something short, but it turned out into a serious relationship, and he might even pop the question, the dream I lost quite a few years back, thinking I will end up an old spinster.

Now we come to the interesting part - he is fixated on anal, in every shape and form. He rimmed me first time we slept together, and he has been doing it frequently ever since. We have anal sex so often, that I buy home enema kits dozen at the time, and even I started rimming him, after he was being so persuasive and stubborn to get it.

Don't get me wrong, he is very good at what he is doing, I am no prude, but I did anal only once before, and did't like it. But he made me like it, and I have no objection in that regard, he always makes sure I get my needs met.

But still, my dilemma is - is it normal not to have vaginal sex, or to have it once or twice a month, while having sex every other day?

Is it healthy to commit to a man who is 24/7 dedicated to getting inside me, in a certain way? Is he broken, or am I just a prude in disguise?

This aint much, but here it goes.

I had my first anal, with my wife, after many years of persuasion. The best part was, while I was inside her, I told her, mumbled, all fired up, that she is taking it well, and she whispered "I did it before"...

I came like a fucking horse...

P.S. It took years for me to get in there, but she have done it before. Now I wonder, what else have she done?

I am a frequent reader of the boards, and some of them made me want to write something down.

My first bf broke me.

I was young, naive in many ways, and he was so handsome, older than me, I was graduating hs, while he was two years older, and so charismatic and persuasive.

I lost my anal virginity, two days after I lost my vaginal. He made me believe, that swallowing cum after every coitus is a normal thing, that "helping out" his friends is nothing special, etc.

It started as, "John never had a gf in his life, give him handy, while I pop to the market, he will be grateful", or "Give Mike a bj, his gf just left him, cheer him up".

I was doing it, and in retrospect, I was an idiot, but I loved him. Soon enough, I started sleeping with them, when he nudged me. After one night out, all six of them, fucked me, and at that point I realized that this thing must be wrong.

Time to go to college was close, so I ended our relationship, and in those two weeks, before I left, many bad things were spoken about me, behind my back.

I never moved back, got married to the next guy I met at college. Compared to my previous experience, he was so vanilla, that I almost felt sorry for him. He did ask me how many bf's I had before him, and I answered truthfully - just one.

My confession is, and the reason why I am here - in retrospect, it was the best sex of my life, and I yearn for those days of being just a sex object. I would never do it again, I just couldn't, but the thought of it, the fantasy of such thing happening again, drives me wild.

I think i screwed up my marriage and i cant turn back because shes so fucking hot and persuasive. She knows i have a weakness for pregnancy risk and cheating on my wife.....im fucked lol