Fantasies your a bit of ashamed of

[june336]

My biggest fantasy is one about this teacher I had when I was 18. Smoking hot, probably 25 at the time, still pretty fresh out of school herself.

My fantasy was that one day she decides to become very strict about homework and academic performance, because the class was so disengaged. She assigns some reading from the textbook for discussion next class. She warns us that if we skip the reading we’ll be punished. I don’t take it seriously because I think she means she’ll give me a bad grade for participation or something. But the next day in class she starts asking the class questions about the reading. The first person she calls on gets it wrong, and she tells him “ok, hand over your sweater. from now on, a wrong answer will cost you a piece of clothing”. He took off the sweater and handed it over, sitting up straighter and paying attention, because now he was just down to jeans and a t shirt, and the next wrong answer would be embarrassing for him. I start to panic because I haven’t done the assignment. In fact I haven’t done any of the reading assignments in months, because I was graduating soon and didn’t care about this class. I open my book to the chapter we were supposed to read and start scanning through the text frantically, trying to absorb as much info as possible in case I get called on. The teacher sees how nervous I suddenly am and smiles. She calls on me to answer the same question that stumped my classmate. I take a shot in the dark but get it wrong. She tells me to hand over my top. I do it and she walks over to her desk and puts my top in a drawer, while I sit there in my jeans and the cute little pink bra I sometimes wore to school because it made me feel sexy. I try to cross my arms and cover myself up a little, but people are still staring. The teacher sees how nervous I am and smiles in a mischievous, almost flirty way and I gasp a little because she’s very pretty and has me in her sights. She says “ok let’s try a different question then”, and my heart sinks. She asks another question that I have no idea of what the answer is, and when I answer incorrectly, she tells me to take off my bra. My heart sinks again because I was sure my jeans would be next, and that I’d maybe be spared and only have to sit there in my undies. I protest “but Miss ___” and she cuts me off and tells me to do as I’m told. I sigh and remove my bra, trying to keep myself as covered as possible with the other hand. She then asks me another question and I resign myself to the fact that she’s going to keep going until I’m naked. I answer wrong and she tells me to stand up and drop my pants. She tells me not to worry and I can keep my shoes. I stand up, hands covering my chest, I kick off my shoes, then take a deep breath and start unbuttoning my jeans, unzipping, and then I pull them down. They’re tight, so it takes a little bit of effort to get them down to my ankles, and they start turning inside out a little. I step out of them and put my shoes back on. Now I’m standing there in just panties (cute and pink to match the bra) and sneakers, and the teacher has me pick up my jeans and hand them over. I do so and then sit back at my desk. She smiles at me again and says “you better get this one right”. Of course, I don’t, and when she asks for my panties, I start to slide them off under the desk, and she says “you’re not getting off that easy” and tells me to stand up. I stand up and slowly slide them down, revealing myself inch by inch. Some classmates getting a look at my ass, some getting a look at my thick untrimmed bush. She doesn’t come to my desk to collect my panties this time, she tells me to put them in her drawer myself. I walk over to her desk and deposit my panties, feeling eyes on my ass as I walk, then head back to my desk, feeling and also seeing eyes watch me jiggle with each step and stare at my pubes. I sit down and the teacher addresses the class and tells them “THAT’S why you should do the reading”. And I sit there naked for the next hour.

I’m a little bit ashamed of how fucking hot I find it to be stripped in school. I had this fantasy late in senior year when I and pretty much everyone else was 18, but it still feels a little embarrassing to be so turned on by a hot older woman exposing me in a classroom.

[Mscalli]

When I was married, I used to like to “accidentally” flash my husbands friends, or not wear a bra with a thin shirt. I’d act completely oblivious but it was always so obvious once they’d notice. My ex always got turned on and I always loved watching his friends continue to sneak peeks.

[Thatguyhusband]

Originally Posted by Mscalli

When I was married, I used to like to “accidentally” flash my husbands friends, or not wear a bra with a thin shirt. I’d act completely oblivious but it was always so obvious once they’d notice. My ex always got turned on and I always loved watching his friends continue to sneak peeks.

Who doesn’t love an “accidental” flash? Any of the friends ever say anything?

[Mscalli]

Originally Posted by Thatguyhusband

Who doesn’t love an “accidental” flash? Any of the friends ever say anything?

Not really, but it’s always easy to tell when guys notice. Eyes keep glancing, or they reposition themselves to try and see better lol. Obviously it doesn’t bother me, I like it 🤣

[DJS1985]

I have a half niece named Tina that lives 45 miles from me in Kansas. She is 12 years younger than me which I’m 59 now. Anyway she is always posting selfies on FB and has more than a few times talked about how she likes sex. She is a very pretty lady and I adore and love her to death. I’m not going to lie about it I want to fuck her real bad and fantasize about her a lot. If only she knew how much I love her and want to fuck her actually more like make passionate love to her. I would definitely keep my mouth shut if she would if we did start anything with one another. I get a raging hard on every time I see her lol.

[Shifter69]

I’ve always wanted my wife to become a servant/slave for a priest or perverted older man to breed to and do with her what he pleases

[Ygltg]

I’ve lived in an apartment for a year now. My neighbor next door is 67 and single. She doesn’t act older though. Cusses like a sailor and works out constantly. That said she can’t pass for much younger. But she has large breasts that I’d love to peek at. Our apartments are the corner unit and I have allowed myself to be nude in my apartment where her kitchen window can peer in. I haven’t caught her looking but I did verbally tell her that she could see straight into my apartment to put the idea in her head. I have a fantasy of developing an unspoken agreement where we look into each others apartments nude and watch each other. I’d like to see her watch me get hard and stroke myself. Not sure where it comes from but the fantasy is much more about her lusting after me than the other way around.

[Leviticus59]

Eh, I'm not really ashamed of this, but here's one I've been having lately:

My wife works in administration at a large research university. After a thirty year career she's retiring in about three months. She had a small retirement party last week and about 75 people showed up. Great time was had by all.

Meanwhile we (meaning my wife and I) have shared her off and on for years. She's had two longish-term boyfriends over time, plus many one-timers at house parties, etc. It's been our private, little fun hobby that only she and I know about. She's never fucked around at the university because she did not want the reputation and gossip, although she's had clear opportunities over the years.

Back to the retirement party. One of her favorite people is the dean of another department she works closely with. She's remarked several times that he is one of the nicest men she's ever met, and he's highly competent as well. He showed up at the retirement party and I watched them talk closely for at least 15 minutes, clearly enjoying each other's company while talking shop.

I would love to see him ask her out to lunch during the last week or two of her time there, and for her to become his mistress/lover. Meet him occasionally on a late afternoon, talk about university goings-on (which was her life) then enjoy his Italian cock. Accompany him to out-of-town conference and workshops and keep him well fucked. He's the kind of guy who would not want to know that I knew, which is fine. He would treat her well, and she's had a mild crush on him for years. Wouldn't be hard at all to talk her into it.

[bone4annie]

One of my favorite fantasies is being a voyeur, peeping on my own wife...or should I say, memories of actually doing it. It was usually timed with her shower routine. We lived in a rural area, so she never closed the blinds. It was so hot watching her in her private moments, totally unaware I was creeping on her and jacking off like a schoolboy from my hiding place.

[Ranger 1]

Originally Posted by bone4annie

One of my favorite fantasies is being a voyeur, peeping on my own wife...or should I say, memories of actually doing it. It was usually timed with her shower routine. We lived in a rural area, so she never closed the blinds. It was so hot watching her in her private moments, totally unaware I was creeping on her and jacking off like a schoolboy from my hiding place.

I've done this many times over many years with my wife. I time it to when she's getting into her night wear. While she is in the bathroom I nip into her bedroom and make sure the blind is up a half inch. When she goes into the bedroom I go out the patio door and onto the deck and peep under the blind. I watch her get undressed. First her panties come off and I see her trimmed bush and her bum. If I'm lucky she bends down and I see the c*nt and anus from the rear. Then the bra comes off and I see the tits.
I've wanted her to lay back on the bed and masturbate but that has never happened. i have my cock out and I'm feeling it the whole time.
One night she left the blind completely up and she would be totally visible for anyone looking over the fence. That night I went out into the middle of the lawn, dropped my pants and masturbated a load onto the grass.