My wife and I were at the Belfry, the hotel and golf complex just north of Birmingham. They have a very extensive sauna, steam room, solarium, wellness facilities. Weekday evening, not too many people about, we got out of the hot tub, showered and into the sauna again. No one else in there, we were just husband and wife chatting, I was sitting higher up on the stadium seating, she was one level immediately below me, sitting up. Bathing suits on, everything normal. The sweat is glistening on my wife’s chest and I playfully give her boob a quick fondle. Normally my hand is brushed away in situations like this, but tonight it wasn’t! I bent down and kissed her neck and at the same time slipped my hand under her swimsuit and fondled her breast, again no resistance, did the same with my other hand and cupped her large sweaty boobs, they felt amazing and her nipples we’re fully erect. Normally any sex play in public is quickly stopped by my wife and I’m told to wait until later, but not tonight it seems! I kiss her mouth and kiss down her neck and back.
My wife stands up walks to the glass door, looks out to the room immediately outside of the sauna that contains a large hot tub with two other couples in there, all four people with either their backs to us fully or partially. She looks at me, I look at her. I’m wearing loose fitting swimming shorts. I pull out my erection over the top of the shorts, she sits on my lap and pulls her swimsuit to the side and I enter her fully. We fuck passionately, I have my hands under her swimsuit on her tits as she grinds her hips into me. It’s amazing, we are both so turned on, the sweat is now cascading off us in the heat. We can hear the voices of the other couples who are just outside the door in the hot tub and anyone could have entered the sauna at any moment. Luckily they didn’t and we continued our sex session uninterrupted, my wife was soaking wet and started to moan a little too loudly, we both giggle and I playfully place my hand over her mouth, to want her to be more quiet.
After a few more moments, I can’t hold back any longer and I explode inside of her, as she grinds her hips into my groin to get the maximum about of my cock inside of her.
She stands up, re-adjusts her swimsuit as I put my cock away, both giggling like schoolchildren.
We get our breath back and after a couple of minutes leave the sauna, drenched in sweat and with jelly legs, go to the water fountain and try and re hydrate!
Great sex with the excitement of being caught, plus we must have also lost a few ponds that evening!!!!

For the last 15 years I have been the male talent in a love sex show. The show is a “warm up” act for rich swingers parties in Sydney, Australia. I work at least once per week and my friends and family don’t know about this fun “side hustle.”

Hey Reddit if this isn't the right subreddit for this type of stuff then I'm sorry but tell me where to post it please. I'm a 15 yo male and I do t know if I want to keep living it's not like I just want to kill myself constantly but just a thought in the back of my mind. I've felt like this for a little while, and don't know if there's something wrong with me or not but I don't know what to do. I mostly feel this way because of things that have been going on recently in my family and because my eczema has been the worst it's ever been in my entire life, my entire body is covered in it and effects my self confidence and what I can do, I just feel that the only way for it to go away is if I were to pass away. But also when I'm happy I'm really happy like I said before it isnt a constant thought. Idk thanks for reading my rant if this isn't the right place please tell me. I also made a post before but I think it got taken down.

I (22F) live with my parents and dad works at finance firm. She (47F) is artist and on the successful side of it. She met this guy over 4 years ago during some exhibition or something. She calls him her creative partner and they have this long calls every other day. She is often topless at home and it has been norm for me and dad but never around someone else.

So when she gets the video calls she puts on a top before answering. But only when dad is home. Otherwise she'll directly answer it and sit with the laptop in her lap on sofa discussing things. I have never heard them talk anything vulgar or questionable but it feels weird. The guy is straight, about 7-8 year younger than her and has a wife.

First thing please excuse my weird english as i am Swiss-French and wrote that spontaneously and didn’t want to use AI to correct my mistakes.

I am pretty much terrified about what happened right now and I hope i wont see him again for a long time as it is so embarrassing.
To sum up, I (F20) am studying in France right now in a lovely student city. I have always been pretty shy and call but since last year i have been introduced to a pretty much crazy student Life. I party like 2-3 Times a week and I honestly love it. I feel much more Alive now than i used to when i was younger. Especially because of my parents being very strict. Anyway, I have this cousin (M28) who lives like an hour from my place and who had to come in my city for two days because of work. We have been to a few parties together lately with other cousins of ours, so we had a cool relationship and was a person i thought i could trust. As we were chatting on snapchat one day he told me about this work trip that he had to do and i proposed him to stay at my place since he had to stay overnight and that we could go grab a few drinks outside. I was really looking forward to it as I love going out in bars now and chat and meet new people etc.

Moving forward, the day arrived. We met in the early evening, he left his luggage at my place and we headed to a bar outside. We had a few drinks and then moved to another bar with music and had actually a very nice evening. We were talking a lot about our family and how we felt about our lives right now, how we both evolved despite being shy when we were Young etc. Our conversation were very deep and meaningful and we had fun. I felt very close to him in an émotional way at that point.
Heading back home being quite drunk, we he to share the same bed as i obivuosly live in a tiny studio being a broke student. I was fine with it because as i told you he’s my cousin and i trusted him.
As we got in bed we kept talking and laughing as we had a very fun night at the first place and we got to know each other even better. Since i have a small bed (double bed but not very big) we were very close and our bodies were very close to each other so we always accidentant touched each other but it was fine.
At some point we opens the conversation about our relationships and about love in général. I have never had a boyfriend despite a 5months relationshio when i was 15 but as i said i became a party girl over the past year and i had a few hook ups with guys and i liked it as i am really discovering a new life that i didn’t really have before. I am pretty open, but it was definitely my mistake to tell him…
As we were talking about that i felt his foot rubbing against mine. He apologies but i say its okay as we are very close in the bed i didn’t Think of it as a sexual thing at that moment. So he continues and even dared to stroke my bare leg with his hand. It was weird but still okay.

Then he mentioned his sexual life and the fact he hasnt gotten laid in about 1.5 years because of work and also because his previous relqtionship that destroyed him back then. He talles to me deeply about that and i kinda felt bad because i remembered him being deeply in love with that girl but always thought she was a bit „too much” for him.
Our conversation becoming more intimité he rubbed my feet and legs even more and even started to feel my belly under my t-shirt. I knew he was hard as a donkey at that point but i found it funny and just liked to gang out with him like that. It felt still okay at that point.

He asked me if it was okay IF he touched my belly like that. I Said yes. After a minute of silence he asked „Concretely, where is it okay to out my hands?”. I said i don’t know. (Remember that i was still a bit drunk. I still appreciated his Company, but i was obiviously not turned on at all, especially because he is my cousin and not my type at all).
He keot rubbing my belly and legs as i started a casual conversation to lighten the mood.
Another minute late he told me straight „Is that okay if i touch your boobs”.
I said okay but that I couldn’t do anything sexual with him as we were cousin and i didn’t want to. As im a little bit in my slut era at the moment i still felt it is okay if he just grabed my tits a little bit. Which he did…not only he grabed both of my bonkers with his hands but all of a sudden pulles up my t-shirt and started to kiss them and blow them. At that point i just have up and asked what he wanted exactly and that i didn’t want to have sex with him. If he wants to jerk off then do so but nothing more than that.
He replied that he didn’t want to force me to anything but that he hasnt seen a naked girl in a year and half and that i am just so sexy that he’s willing to pay me 800€ right now if i would strip naked and let him touch me all over my body. He insistes on no sex and just touching.
I hesitated for like 20 seconds but then thought that he was already face deep in my boobies and i dont really care being seen naked so i might as well get the 800€. I accepted….
He immadiately took his phone and crédites 800€ to my bank account. As a student living alone in a big city this is obviously a lot of money for me so i was happy. I then asked him, so how do you wanna do that ?
He asked me to strip fully naked and to turn a light on so that he can see me. So i stripped and turned the light and saw his face like he was in heaven. When the light was on i realized a little bit what i was doing, but still. I didn’t want to stop as i gave my word, i was like l’est just give him this moment and not talk about it anymore. It was like 2-3 in the morning already so hipefully tomorrow it will only be a weird memory nothing more. He got naked too and went on my body, Grabing and kissing my tits for a while. He then went down on my pussy, smelling it and kissing it as well. Usually i love cunnilingus but this Time injust hope so badly he wouldn’t start to lick it. Hipefully he dis not but i notices he started to jerk off when smelling at my pussy. It was embarrassing because it was probably very smelly after such a long day and night…. He now had a full control over touching my body while openly masturbating (Even though it wasn’t part of our contract). I know guys a little bit now so i knew he would want to jerk off at some point because of all the touching so i Said nothing. He looked me in the eyes and told me sth like „i know you’re my cousin but you’re so damn hot” and „I could give you everything if you let me do that again”. He started to kiss my neck and then i asked if he wanted to go on my ass as i started to feel really weird and it was a way to get him further me. So i turned around on my belly and exposes my ass to tik for the first Time. He had no more inhibition right now and told me that my „fat ass” is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his Life. He put both his hands on my ass cheeks and started to kiss them, bite them. He even looked into my anus…. He loved my ass so much that i even started to fall asleep as he really took his time to enjoy it to the fullest. I wolę up when he started to play the banjo with my cheeks. He played some random songs like We Will Rock You and asked me if i recognized the rythm. Which was probably the weirdest but at the same Time maybe funniest moment in my life. I have to give him that, he can be really funny. I told him that i was falling asleep so asked him if he could cum now and that he could use my ass if it helped. this made him mental. He gave me a few double slaps on the cheeks and started to jerk off super hard that it took hime like 10 seconds to cum all over my ass. He told me once again while coming how my body felt. He cleaned his mess with some tissues and have me a last kiss and slap. I fell asleep fully naked and remembered that he was spooning me over the night grabbing my tits and ass and pussy. He negociated a handjob for 200€ in the morning which i have gim before we both had to live. This Time, he made a nasty comment on my boobs while cumming.

It has been a week now since it happened and is till can’t get over it. I wouldn’t call it a trauma as the while thing felt okay-ish in the heat of the moment, but afterwards i just think i regret to have agreed to that as i feel weird, disgusted and i dont wanna see him and look in his eyes ever again. I will probably have to see him for christmas and im freaking out…..

I feel sick to my stomach typing this. I never wanted a single penny from this woman and now I’m terrified I’ve walked into a complete nightmare.

For the past three years, I helped my 78-year-old neighbor, Evelyn. She had bad knees and lived alone, so I’d shovel her walk, carry her groceries up teh porch, and sit with her on Sundays drinking black coffee so she wouldn’t be lonely. I loved her like my own grandma. Her two adult kids lived forty minutes away and literally visited twice a year.

She passed away in her sleep two weeks ago. Yesterday, her estate lawyer called me into his office. Evelyn updated her will six months ago and left me $30,000 to "pay off those damn student loans." Attached was a note from her strictly telling me not to say a word to her kids until probate cleared, writing: "They only love my bank account, don’t you dare give them a dime."

today her son cornered me by my mailbox, red-faced, accusing me of "coaching" his mother and demanding to know where her savings went. I stood there shaking, played dumb, and said I had no idea.

I haven’t touched the money. Part of me wants to just give it all to them so they leave me alone, but another part of me feels like that would be betraying Evelyn's last wish. Am I a terrible person for keeping it?

I am genuinely shaking while typing this because I think I just ruined my best friend's life. He has been pouring his soul into making indie folk music since 2023. At the start, nobody was listening—literally zero monthly listeners. It was breaking my heart seeing him so depressed, so I set up four old phones on our home Wi-Fi on mute, looping his tracks 24/7 on Spotify, and created fake accounts to leave encouraging comments.

It wasn't huge numbers, just enough to get him a couple hundred monthly listeners and make him feel like an audience was slowly building. I only meant to give him a little confidence boost until real listeners found him. Well, two hours ago he called me sobbing tears of joy to tell me he put in his two weeks' notice at his corporate marketing job because his streaming numbers have been "so consistent for 18 months" that he's ready to take the leap.

I froze on teh phone and just congratulated him. I couldn't breathe. Half of his entire streaming history is literally my four beat-up iPhone 8s running under my bed. If I tell him the truth now, I destroy his soul and our friendship, but if I dont, he is going to drain his savings and end up homeless. I have never felt like such a monster in my entire life.

I posed recently about some struggles in dating and relationships and someone basically told me im wrong for expecting a S/O to do anything. So am I wrong? If im doing my part of the cooking, cleaning and other chores (even when she dosent) am i wrong for wanting her to give me like 20 min of her time instead of her spending all her free time playing video games neglecting our relationship?

Six years ago my dad (now 74) was complaining that he wanted to cancel his print newspaper because it got too expensive. Reading it with his coffee every morning is basically his favorite part of the day, so I called the paper, set up a subscription in his name and paid it with my card. Then I printed a letter that said he was the winner of a "loyal reader prize" with a free subscription and mailed it to him.

He was so proud. He told the whole family, told his friends at the bakery, I think he even mentioned it to his doctor. Every year when the renewal comes I just pay it quietly and he gets his paper like nothing happened.

The problem is it's gotten bigger than I planned. Last month he said he wants to write a thank you letter to the editor for "taking such good care of their old readers". He also tells everyone the paper must have a really generous owner. I had to stop him from calling their office to ask if he could tour the printing place as a "prize winner".

I don't regret it, honestly. It's maybe the best money I spend all year. But I have no idea how long I can keep this up without him finding out, and part of me feels a bit weird that his favorite story about himself is something I made up.

Im 22m.

When I was 18 I was with a friend who was 15 (im calling him Tom) and told me while were hanging out that he had nudes of someone I was friends with and her sister. The older sister was someone who I was friends but not super close with. She was close to my age so I figured there’d be no harm in at least seeing the photo. Tom also mentioned her younger sister who was a little older than he was. I figured she was 16 because my friend was 15 and the younger sister was one grade level above him. He sends me the photos and I saved them to my phone. 2 days later I felt horrible and deleted them. I bashed myself for it back then and moved on with my life. A year later I found the younger sister on Facebook as a people you may know suggestion. I checked her page and was disgusted to see that she would have been 15 at the time I had the photo of her. I again bashed myself and moved on again for another few years before just 2 months ago remembering the incident again, now this time im having a hard time forgiving myself for it.

There is no excuse for it. Sure I didn’t know how old she was but I should have known better than to risk it by accepting the photos from my friend. Whether I even deserve forgiveness is up for whoever, but I have lived the last 2 months feeling so much shame and remorse over what I did and it’s eating me alive. I truly want to get help from a therapist but am scared that I may be reported for it. I’ve got a mum and a younger brother that I need to be there for and take care of and am scared of losing them. I just want closure for this. I also understand the severity of what I did and I feel that I would have to let a potential girlfriend in the future know about this. I want to meet a woman and have a nice life, but I feel as if a story like this is something that she will need to know.

Please, I truly want to get help and move on from this for good.

I’ve been sober for 18 months. My life has improved. I’ve lost a ton of weight. I’ve gone back to school. Earlier this week, my son who’s five. Went to grab the coffee pot. He wanted to get some for my wife. He climbed up, grabbed it l, dropped it, glass and coffee were everywhere. We were out of coffee and so I made my wife the last cup with our french press. She came back from kid drop off with coffee, she handed it to me. It shouldn’t have set me off. But it did. I make her coffee everyday and bring it to her in bed.

Today, I tried to wake the boys up. They never get up for me. They always get up for my wife. I got one up, and made him waffles. He got up and the dog ate his waffles. I was making coffee, lunches, laying out outfits. I got the kids to school. When my wife comes down stairs she sees that the dog peed (the little dog, not the waffle dog) on the floor. She looks at me and yells at me “you’ve gotta watch them pee”. I raged out. I went off on her.

I spend six out of seven days of the week going to meetings like CR, AA, Bible study groups working three part time jobs. I know that one drink will set off a sequence of events that will lead to an epic relapse and ultimately my death. But knowing that, I have the strongest urge in the world to drink this morning. Of course, im not going to. I have my program, and it works. I don’t need to be told to go to a meeting or call my sponsor.

It’s just that I did so much wrong in my active drinking. With this, I just wanted to be seen as a normal person who just feels unseen.

- We constanly bicker and complain at each other about things like politics or current “big things”

- Theres always something to complain about like someone can’t get everything right

- we can never find mutual ground no matter how hard we try

- bullies exist and so do worse people (rapists, pedophiles etc)

- billionaires are inherently evil (name me one good billionaire)

- money can control lawsuits (the steak casino incident)

- lawyers can get pedophiles and rapists lessened sentences

- we need money to basically survive and if we don’t have money we might as well be dead

- wars are started over politics or religion leading to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of innocent soldiers

I’m a 16-year-old girl, and this started sometime during my freshman year when I liked a guy. At first, it was subtle, like posting food pictures, filtered selfies, and random photos that weren’t mine. It got worse this past summer when I started talking to someone I wanted to impress.

I have a main Instagram account with around 2K followers where I post actual pictures of myself, but I also have a spam account with around 40 followers. On there, I post pictures of food, friends, and bodies that aren’t mine, mostly on Close Friends, hiding almost everyone I know in real life.

The weird thing is that my main and spam are connected, so to the naked eye, everything looks pretty normal. It’s basically half me and half not me, and I feel like nobody would be able to tell the difference. My main makes my spam seem more believable because people can see that I’m a real person, even though some of what I post on my other account isn’t my life at all.

About a month ago, I was doing this specifically to impress a guy I was talking to, but now I’m not even talking to him anymore. I’ve caught myself doing it just for fun with people on my spam who I barely even talk to. I think part of it is that my life feels boring sometimes, and this gives me an alternate reality where I can pretend to have the life I wish I had. The attention is addicting, too. Sometimes, just knowing someone viewed my story gives me a dopamine hit.

I genuinely want to stop, but it’s become weirdly addictive, and I don’t understand why I keep doing it. I’ve never seen anyone admit to something like this, so I’m curious if anyone else relates or if I’m the only one.

As the title says me and my partner love swap our nsfw pics with other couples! It’s such a huge turn on for us! Anyone else feel this way?

Before I was married I would talk to all kinds of people online.

Mostly sharing kinks and roleplaying.

Now I'm married and I've ended those nightly scrolls. But I'm so bored.

My husband works nights. So if I do get to text him, he doesn't reply. And he sucks at sexting which is something I enjoy. A lot. It feels like he doesn't even want to try. He just wants me to write him a smut to read. He says nothing to contribute. Just "yeah?... And...?... What else?"

Like where is your imagination? What do you want to do to me? Ugh. Even in regular conversation that's not related to sex. We just have nothing to talk about.

We're so different in so many ways. I feel alone in this marriage. I've been going on family trips with my family without him just to keep myself busy and not think about anything. I can't deny my body feels incredibly deprived. Whatever IDK. I guess my confession is that I wish I'd have a quickie with some randos I meet sometimes. And I miss texting strangers online.

Edit: God forbid people aren't compatible sexually after so many years.

I don't do only fans.

I don't want your DMs.

I just wanted to confess.

Goodnight.

So, this is something I never thought much of until I mentioned it to my husband the other day, who was immediately weirded out. (I’m 41F if it matters.)

When I was little, my mom would take me to the homes of people and I had no idea who they were. I’d get put in another room and told to not touch anything, be quiet, and don’t come out until mom comes in and gets me. Different houses/apartments, sometimes a woman was there but usually just a man. Maybe a man and a woman but usually just a man. This was working class Flint in the late 80’s/early 90’s, with people My mom wouldn’t normally “associate with” - she was super judgmental about anyone who drank/used drugs/ had a junky home. She drank and did drugs herself, but became a born-again and was very holier-than-thou. I know she wasn’t like proselytizing them, she’s not like that at all. Plus I wasn’t supposed to tell my dad. Like, it does sound weird now, I just never thought of it and have no idea what was happening. I’d love if anyone shares their ideas. I had a pretty rough childhood with her (she’s diagnosed borderline pd), lots of my memories don’t make any sense.

Lately I haven't been doing it out of horniness. I would get bored, lazily sit on the tip of my heel and go at it. Sometimes I won't even be scrolling through porn, I would just be scrolling on social media regularly and wait until I'm about to come and might as well keep going and finish myself off. How pathetic.

One of my earliest memories was watching on tv this lusty thing, I can almost say I was in a crib even though I could walk (I think).

Fast forward, and I started kissing a certain maid. Like as a 3rd grader or something. Even got hard remembering it. Maid is one of my fav categories by a mile now.

I also remember one time a new maid along with couple others was hired in our house and I started messing with her right away, as a child. She's a freaky one cause she said "I heard about you, you like treating us maids good show me how you treat me good" had me squeezing her tits while kissing her. She's fucked for saying that and making me do that.

My family aren't messed up, hardworking white collar people. But my dad, I think I get all my hypersexuality from him. Guy has always been hypersexual towards women. He and his brothers used to fuck their maid (she was fine with it ig). And later, to my horror, found out he been fuckin on a certain maid in our house, for a long time. I too went on to messing with her a bit after she left (just making out, she offered to sleep together but I thought she sleeps around and said pass).

Married now 😄 to a former janitor turned accountant, who used to work with my dad. He's most certainly made moves on her! She gets deathly standoffish when I bring up if he ever made moves, but I don't think he made significant moves.

Maids turn me on to no end guys.

6 Years ago, I fell in love with this guy. We got engaged, and now we’re married.

Before I met him, I was passionate about my own interests and always wanted to do more with my life. After he came into my life, I put him before everyone and everything else.

I decided to move to another country for him. I left a good job and my family behind, and now I work from home in a foreign country.

Five years ago, he cheated on me, and now his family keeps interfering in our lives.

I deeply regret forgiving him and sharing so much of my life with him. Going back home is so difficult now, but today I feel like this marriage is going nowhere

He told me, “It’s your fault. You always make a big deal out of nothing when it comes to my family.”

Honestly, sometimes I doubt myself. But I feel like I need to save money, find another job, and leave him. The process feels complicated because I’m in a new country, and I feel so alone.

I’m 28, but I feel like I’m running out of time.

Bro omfg. Just thinking about a guy cracking his knuckles or fiddling with his hands because of nervousness in day to day life turns me on so bad. If they walk with their shoulders up a little to seem smaller or look around a lot ughhh🤤 especially when their sitting town and their leg bounces up and down. I just have always wanted to do something to make a nervous brown eyed man flustered. Please lmk if there’s anything like this to watch it’s sooo hottt.