Embarrassing Secrets Exposed

[lafemmeemily]

Originally Posted by charismatic

Sound like another bloke pretending to be a bird!!

sounds like you're a bloke who hasn't known many birds.

emily

[charismatic]

Originally Posted by lafemmeemily

sounds like you're a bloke who hasn't known many birds.

emily

Deffo a blokes answer, picture with todays newspaper and no AI, go on, according to your posts you don`t seem bothered about showing flesh so prove it !!!!!

[Windsorm]

Originally Posted by charismatic

Deffo a blokes answer, picture with todays newspaper and no AI, go on, according to your posts you don`t seem bothered about showing flesh so prove it !!!!!

I hope and presume you’re wrong.

However, whether you are right or wrong, this sort of challenge is not a good way to encourage women from posting here, which we surely all would like?

[Archelon]

Originally Posted by charismatic

Sound like another bloke pretending to be a bird!!

Nothing kills a thread faster than this kind of post. I hope you enjoyed it.

[Brian42]

This is quite a long story, but its about the embarrassing way in which my extremely respectable, conservative, pillar of the community wife lost her virginity. It's a 100% verified, cross checked, and completely accurate record of what happened.


Long before I met her, my wife went on a group ski trip to the Italian Alps.

It was January 2000 and she had agreed to go on a trip with one of her girlfriends who is an enthusiastic skier. She was 28 and still a virgin. She is 5ft 4', with milky white skin, green eyes, brown hair, thick thighs, and a reasonably wide backside. She is naturally a bit shy, maybe slightly defensive, and somewhat submissive in nature. She typically dresses fairly conservatively with long skirts, blouses, and formal jackets. Tucked away underneath her clothes she has massive tits (38J) which she dresses to hide as much as possible. Her knickers contain a full black bush.

The group flew from London and endured a long coach transfer to the hotel. When they got there the group found their rooms, got fitted for boots and skis, and then went to the welcome drinks and dinner. My now wife and her friend got chatting to a bunch of lads who were also on the trip. After a fun evening getting progressively quite drunk she went back to her room whilst the rest of the group stayed at the bar. She hadn't even managed to close the curtains when there was a knock at her door. It was William, one of the lads, who had crashed her room because he wanted to continue "chatting".

Being relatively shy, and very polite, she wasn't quite sure what to do. She got them some drinks from the minibar and they sat on the sofa. 15 seconds later he had his hands inside her dark jacket and was feeling up her chest through her white silk blouse. My wife's breasts are extremely sensitive to touch. She was still somewhat drunk and closed her eyes whilst trying to process the brand new feeling of a man gently massaging her baps.

This was a fatal mistake. She felt an unexpected moist sensation and opened her eyes. Whilst she had been in her own little world he had unbuttoned the first 6 buttons of her blouse, quietly unclipped her front opening underwired bra, and was sucking her tits.

Not sure what to do she stood up. Her blouse remained buttoned at the navel, but further up her ample melons had completely spilled out. They were sticking out loud and proud with her nipples standing to full attention and slightly moist with his saliva.

Just then she heard a muffled cheer. 6 of the lads had sneaked out to wind William up and were now staring in through the window. She froze. She never would have imagined that that evening, after 28 years of dressing conservatively and carefully hiding her chest away, her magnificent hooters would be revealed for the first time ever. And not in private, but on public fully display in all their fleshy glory for a grinning group of lads.

She briefly thought “I’ll never live this down”. She was standing page 3 style with her full rack out and William and the boys drinking in the sight of her uncovered cans. One of the boys shouted out “bloody hell, they’re massive” and another “nice tits, love”. This shook her out of her daze. She went a deep scarlet colour and jumped under the duvet of the hotel room bed.

William cursed, shouted at the lads to go away, and shut the curtains and shutters. He got into the bed and cuddled her to calm her down. Whilst he was doing so he slipped his hand inside her red skirt and started to massage the insides of her knees. After a while his hand slid along her black sheer tights. It started to rub the inside of her thighs. Imperceptibly it moved upwards to the base of her crotch. And within a minute or two it was massaging her pubic mound. Its vibrations were beginning to reach her clit. She was completely unused to the sensation of a man playing with her. No man had ever got within a million miles of her panties before. Her mind started to swim a little whilst her brain processed the feelings starting to come up from her nether regions.

William quietly slipped a pillow underneath her bottom whilst he continued to massage her through her tights. She was starting to become a little delirious. Before she knew it in one swift movement both her tights and panties had been sharply tugged straight down her legs, and were now tightly wrapped around her ankles.

She briefly wondered if she was having a dream. But this was reality. The duvet had fallen off the bed and she was lying there on her back with her red skirt pushed up to her waist and her blouse open to her navel. Her haunches had been lifted up by the pillow and William had discreetly parted her thick milky inner thighs. He thick black pubes, pussy lips, and moist vagina were on prominent display. She had been well and truly erotically peeled bare.

William was looking extremely pleased with himself and thoroughly enjoying the sight of her legs splayed and her hairy clam and slit on prime show. She later said that she must have resembled a model in one of the magazines she had seen the boys have at her school.

She was trying to work out how after 28 years of being a conservative, shy, defensive, well-dressed career girl, a lad she’d only just met had managed to get her into a lewd pornographic sex position in under 10 minutes flat. She had never known anything like it: her mams were out, her legs were akimbo, and her black muff, vulva, and hole were in full view. She was beyond embarrassed, especially as her quim had become glisteningly and obviously wet.

He produced an impressive erection out of his trousers. By now she didn't know what to think and was in a bit of a daze. The sight of his cock did turn her on. It was the second willy she had seen (a boy at school years before had got his out). It was fat with a curved tip.

William's gaze momentarily returned to her chest. My wife's breasts are too big and plump for any man to miss the opportunity for a tit wank. William straddled her and placed his cock in her cleavage. He pushed her juicy knockers together to envelop either side and over the top of his dick. He had one thumb on each nipple as her previously untouched melons were gripped firmly. He proceeded to give her delicate rack a very vigorous shafting, followed by feeding his engorged purple bell-end into her mouth.

Having liberally covered her plump pale jugs in a mixture of his pre-cum and her saliva, he very discreetly slipped a condom on (my wife had never seen one before). He reached down between her legs and spread her pussy lips apart with his left hand. He then whacked his wang directly through her virgin black bush and straight up her c*nt. He was very surprised when his knob smashed her hymen and blood spurted out staining the sheets. But not as surprised as she was that the first day of her holiday was ending with her laid out, half stripped with a young lad pleasuring himself by thrusting his large erect penis into her sn*tch.

My wife’s hips swayed and bucked under him as his throbbing meat sword filled her pussy and fucked her hard to her core. Eventually he couldn’t last any longer and with a groan and shudder his spear shot the first load of jizz ever to be dumped in her minge. He left his knob up her c*nt for a bit, but eventually rolled off. Her black pubes were now stuck together and matted with his sweat and the mashed up pussy juices which the pumping of his schlong had pulled out of her.

He took the condom off and dropped it, still oozing cum, into her black tights which had by now were on the floor. He promptly fell asleep spooning her with his arms wrapped around her slicked-up knockers and his spunky todger still dropping out occasional bits of cum on her.

The next day she woke up sore and hungover. She got rid of William out of the room. She tried skiing for the morning, decided she didn't like it, and promptly gave it up.

After dinner that evening she decided she quite liked a Jack-the-lad called Karl. After another drunken evening she decided to have an early night. Karl said he’d walk back with her. On her way back he kissed her a little outside a door which turned out to be his room. This distracted her whilst wordlessly he unlocked it and steered her inside. As soon as they were through the door Karl continued to kiss her whilst stripping her of her jacket and blouse. She only snapped back into the present when her bra and panties had hit the floor and she was left standing with only her black leather stiletto boots on.

William had followed them and was banging on the hotel room door outside. Karl just pressed my wife onto her knees and fed his rod into her mouth. He had a smaller knob than William but had very large hairy balls. Her blow job skills were non-existent, so after 20 seconds he turned her round, pulled her up and pushed her over the back of a chair. He put his hands between her legs from behind and pressed her thighs apart. He pushed her upper back down, gripped her hips, and proceeded to bang her still somewhat matted quim from behind doggy-style.

My wife was quite drunk but still could not comprehend how her beaver had been invaded again, for the second night in succession, and by another of the lads. All William could hear was my wife squealing and panting as Karl's dick pushed its way past my wife's newly broken hymen, followed by the slapping of Karl's crotch on my wife's body. William was really not happy, shouted that he had had her first, but eventually left for the bar.

After William had gone Karl wanted to even up the score. My wife didn't realise what was coming. Still with her boots on, and bent over the chair, he placed his cock onto her anal ring, gently pushed through it, and then proceeded to firmly roger her. Having deep drilled her arse Karl emptied his massive nuts straight into my wife's bottom.

She spent the night in his room with a very creampied backside. In the morning he woke up, enjoyed himself with some cunnilingus, and eventually chose to plaster my wife's mouth and throat with thick globules of jizz. He left her with white spunk dripping down her chin onto her baps. He then cleared off skiing where he proceeded to wind William up all day.

My wife couldn't find her panties. It later transpired that Karl had taken them with him.

She went to breakfast. It was a new sensation to be walking with a sore anus and her bum cheeks stuck together. She had red marks on her cleavage from where William had knobbed her bosom, and her inner thighs were chafed from Karl's stubble when he had eaten her out that morning.

She didn't realise until later (when her friend explained it) that she stank of stale cum. When she got up from the breakfast table she had a wet patch where a bit of Karl's jizz had leaked out whilst she was sitting down eating. The back of her yellow skirt was stained all along where her bum crack met the material. There were quite a few sniggers.

In the group the perception of my wife had turned from an attractive, remote, slightly mysterious girl that all the lads wanted to get with to a very well used cum-dump. One night whilst they were talking in a group in the bar, Karl slipped his hand down the back of her skirt. His hand reached under her bum and his fingers curved upwards into her sn*tch. Fingering her clit, he made her cum. Extracting his fingers caked with her juice he smelt them and announced to a cheer “anyone want to smell fish?”.

On the last night he screwed her again in his room. However my wife was still pretty naïve and apologised for the blood on the sheets from where William had cracked her open. Karl did not appreciate it.

The group flew back to London at the end of the week. On the way back her panties were passed around on the coach to the airport. She flew home very much no longer the untouched virgin she had been a few days before.

[Mbprod]

While on a work drink out on a Friday night. I is sank a few Jager bombs and while joking with a bunch of my colleagues I openly admitted to thinking about a sertain colleague while rubbing one one a few times while she was present. She exclaimed that I obviously owed her a drink for the free wank bank material and I obliged an walked her to the bar to buy her one. After she got her drink she said if you drove here in your car “I’d be happy to sit in your car after this drink and do the wanking for you just this once”

Like the bold younger man I was I said any chance of a blow job instead. Or a tit wank.

She laughed and said. “It’s a hand job or nothing you cheeky fuck”

I laughed it off and ended up taking somebody else back to my car for some car sex.

But I can’t believe I was foolish enough to turn down a hand job in hindsight. But I know teenage me would of thought (I can do it myself with my own hand what’s the point) lol

[SixPointFive]

Many years ago, in my young and single days I embarked on an affair with work colleague of my best friend. She wasn't married, but she was as good as, with a live-in fiancé and settled home life.

We hit it off at a party one night and ended up sharing a bed with the aforementioned (female) work colleague - not a great deal happened, other than a secret hand job in the early hours of the morning whilst our mutual friend was (probably) asleep.

As the affair developed, we worked up to having sex for the first time - in the spare room of our mutual friend.

This hot young woman was, by far the wettest I have ever experienced in my life. We had a long (a tad drunken) session, and my the end the entire sheet of the single bed we were sharing was soaked through. We had to flip the mattress over and discard the sheet once the deed was done.

We didn't talk about it, but the clean up actions that were necessary said more than words could have done. She was so embarrassed by it, but I assured her I took it as a compliment and that it was super hot.

The affair didn't last long, but we got into the habit of fucking on top of a towel over the next few weeks.

I often wonder if her fiancé (and now husband) ever got her that wet....