At my boyfriends request, I did probably the most perverted thing of my life.[MF][Filthy][Oral]

This week I did probably the most perverted thing I’ve ever done in my life at my boyfriend’s request.

I (26) live with my sister (25), and she’d gotten back from the gym after a spin class and hopped right into the shower as she’d made plans that night and was running a little late. She was quickly in and out, and before long my boyfriend and I were alone in the apartment again.

After a little hanky panky, he asked if I wanted to play truth or dare. Seeing as that I’m not one to turn down a challenge, (especially true when I’m horny, and he’d been working me up all evening) I said yes (of course I said yes). And that’s when he laid it on me.

He’s recently become aware of the interactions between my sister and myself (see post history) and he’s, uh, intrigued, to say the least. He’s kind of obsessed with it, actually to the point of being a little bit annoying in his efforts to get us to do things together with him. But we haven’t, and it’s extremely unlikely that we will – We did that once (a story I’ve written here before) and it’s just not something that we want to repeat. We agreed long ago that what’s between us should remain to be ours and ours alone. Every single guy that’s come along and has been aware of our situation has attempted this, so it’s nothing new. But none have been as creatively perverted as my current boyfriend and this idea.

[M]y wife hates cum…I think (definitely a bit long for some, but it’s something I’d like some opinions on) TL;DR included also crossposted on r/sex but failed on my first attempt.

To start off, my wife and I have been together for almost 15 years. High school sweethearts, first and only “everythings”. We both love each other very much and would never make the other uncomfortable in any situation. We have a pretty consistent sex life and are both satisfied in bed. (To my knowledge, that is. She’s not writing this, but I’ve only heard positive input on her end) I apologise in advance for any grammar issues. I ain’t always so good with the words…

There will be a TL;DR at the end if you don’t want ALL of the details. And if people want, I’d happily share other stories from our sex life as some things are exciting but realistic. So please give me some input

And a designated point that starts the recent story that makes me wonder on her feelings. So skip to the “//////” or the “TL;DR” if you are so inclined.

Sorry if the formatting is weird. This is being typed up on my phone.

Sadistic Procedures (One) [MF][BDSM]

Make her hold the fleshlight between her legs. Have her be naked, prostrate on the bed. Have her hands bound to keep her from interfering. And nestle it there, against her cunt. The dimpled plastic exterior in direct contact with her most intimate parts. Tell her to hold it in place with her thighs.

Take your clothes off. Straddle her chest. Hold your dick in your hand and masturbate it in front of her face. She may squirm. You can put an end to this with a stern look. She may open her mouth pleadingly, begging. Hungry. That look on her face (*this isn’t FAIR*) can be safely ignored.

Masturbate until you’re hard and you can feel your balls tightening. Your body tensing ready to expel your entire being through the head of your cock. Until you can feel an edge approaching. Pause, panting. Smile down at her. She may say something at this point. Something like, “Please.”

Lie on top of her, your face as close to hers as your cock was a minute ago. Close enough that you could kiss her. Pull back if she tries to kiss you. Place a hand over her mouth if necessary. Insert yourself into the fleshlight. Let her see you groan with pleasure, that faraway look on your face.

Warm Summer Picnic – MF

Letting the last of the wine spill on the grass, I lie down, running my fingers through your hair and staring into your eyes as I shuffle in closer, settling into a companionable silence. Your loose summer dress slides up as your leg as you shift inwards, sighing contentedly.

The long grass sways in the breeze as the sun begins to dip, lengthening the shadows around us as you feel my hand on your leg moving upwards, gently as first and then firmly as I move over you, kissing the inside of your neck and sliding your dress straps over your shoulders. I pass my tongue over your nipple feeling it harden in my mouth as I rub. First one, then then the other as you drop your empty wine glass and sigh again.

Now, I’m feeling confident that it’s time to slide your dress up and press my tongue hard onto your clitoris, keeping a steady rhythm with my tongue, you feel two fingers sliding in, waiting for the first contraction. Which comes, now, uncontrollably. You feel my fingers explore a little and start rubbing on your g-spot. Another contraction washes over you as you cry out, loudly this time.

[Group] [MMMF] “There are no mistakes, just happy accidents.” The time my gf and I accidentally entered a foursome which ended up with her being painted like never before. [Part 2]

# Part 1 Summary

* [(Part 1) Also contains details about Shae and me.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bza85z/mfm_there_are_no_mistakes_just_happy_accidents/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)
* Shae and I are kind of sex freaks.
* We met a potential threesome guy match on Reddit.
* After about a week of messaging the guy, he messages telling us to come over, after we’ve had a couple drinks.
* He also mentions that he has a friend over, which we think is even better.

# Chapter 5: Going to Eric’s House

Needless to say, we were a bit nervous about this. At least for me – never having done this sort of thing before – I felt butterflies in my stomach, yet was thrilled in anticipation – kind of like how you feel before getting on a rollercoaster. Still aroused from just giving Shae an orgasm, my cock was twitching at the thought of multiple people fucking her.

Shae was in the bathroom getting ready. I walk over to her and wait for her to finish her eyeliner before I give her a firm spank on the ass. She gasps and smiles in the mirror.

“Baby! You’re a meanieee, I’m trying to get ready.”

I was in a polyamorous relationship Part 3 : Two cocks in me [FMM]

My adventures with Brian and Derek were many and varied. During my time with them, I discovered a lot about myself – sexually and otherwise.

Derek would make love to me while Brian would manhandle me and make me submit to his will. He was very strong and could dominate me easily. My favorite, and I think his too, was when he would hold me upside down (in such a way that my back was against his chest and I could see myself and him in the large mirror in their bedroom) and would bury his face in my pussy. I could see his tongue assaulting my clit and fucking my wet hole. Only after I had cum multiple times would he put me down. Often I’d have to beg him to stop as I couldn’t take it anymore.

Then he’d lay me down on the bed or the floor and would use my tits to get himself off. But he never fucked my tits without Derek there to join in (Derek would suck and pinch my nipples). When I asked Brian why he never tit fucked me without his boyfriend he simply said he just couldn’t bring himself to enjoy my tits without sharing them with Derek. I found this hot and sweet at the same time, something that was typical of this couple.

The Persuasive Offer [Fiction]

At the bar again like every other night, trying to meet interesting girls. Its almost 10 as I begin to head out until I bump into Jane. Pretty cute girl with a above average body. My hopes were high as I thought my 2 month dry spell of no sex was about to be broken tonight. Then Dave appears. Now I didn’t know who this Dave guy was to her. A boyfriend? A friend? An acquaintance? Turns out he’s just a friend/roommate making sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. Oh the relief, my hopes of banging Jane is still high. Dave tells Jane that I seem like a really nice guy and don’t appear to be a serial killer; so we head back to their apartment.

The right swipe [m/f] adulatory/romance

*This is part of a longer story. Lara has just met with him for the first time then invited him back to hers, heavy petting and then admitted she isn’t single.*

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She threw her arms around me, we cuddled. This wasn’t necessarily arousing but it was emotionally bonding. So there we were. Two lonely lost souls, two good looking fit, horny youthful redheads, stoned, cuddling together, both sad confused, reminiscing about past relationships and in need of affection. But by some miracle we had found each other. What do you think was about to happen next? It was inevitable really.

I let her know I appreciated her being honest with me and for listening to me complain. If we weren’t being honest there was really no point to this. Of course I selfishly enjoyed feeling every non sexual part of her, making the most of what I could because I didn’t expect it to go any further.

We talked it through. No sex, just cuddling, intimacy, honesty and advise. I could live with that. Such a deep friendship where we both talked and projected each others feelings in a somewhat anonymous environment where we couldn’t hurt or bore each other with our past relationships.

From reunited to sex sleeve in a matter of minutes (M/F)

It was the middle of the day and my boyfriend was already bickering at me for things I can’t even control. Like his work laying him off or the neighbor mowing his lawn at 10 am. I finally had gotten fed up with it, I put my finger in his face and told him everything he needed to hear. I left with a scream of “I need a hell of a lot more then 4 inches to put up with your deadbeat ass” and slammed the door behind me. I got in my car and drove off, it wasn’t until about 15 minutes down the road I didn’t know where I was going. I began to turn around and go back and just try to work things out. But at a red light I checked my phone to see a message from an old highschool friend. He was a friend who I felt I could tell everything to but I always knew he had a little crush on me. I opened the message and it said “you’re at a red light aren’t you?” I looked in my rear view mirror to see him in the car behind me. I began to jump with excitement as I pulled into the vacant parking lot next to us hoping he would pull in behind me, and luckily enough he pulled in right behind me. We both hoped out of the car and ran and hugged each other, I told him what had just happened with my now ex boyfriend and he said he’s just moved back to town. He invited me back to his house seeing as I was so emotionally stressed. I followed him home and found myself excited. Once we got there he wasted little time going back to his old highschool self. As we walked through the door he said “you sure can tell you’ve kept up the squats”. I turned and gave him a playful smile. When we got inside we both sat and talked about what had happened recently for hours. That’s when I saw it, the baseball bat he was hiding in his pants, “well someone really has matured” I said. That’s the first time I saw it, the animalistic look go across this face. “Well pretty momma why don’t you see for yourself?”. With those words he knew he had me. I began to reach over and feel him through his pants. He returned the favor by grabbing my boobs and pulling me into his lap. “Looks like someone else has matured as well”. He began to feel my body all over, “you know momma, I remember all those nasty little things that used to drive you wild”. He picked me up like I was nothing but a pillow with one hand, and ripped my button up shirt open with the other. “There’s those tittys I love so much” as he caressed one tit with one and and carried me with the other, he began to leave hickies on my neck. In this time I didn’t realize we had began the slow descent into his basement. He sat me on a table and began to remove all of my clothes, all the while keeping his mouth on one of my nipples. When I was down to just my panties he laid me back on the table and said “daddies here baby girl” it was with that I knew I was in for a wild ride. In seconds he had both my wrists and ankles locked in handcuffs connected to the table. “Don’t think I forgot that certain little girl likes to be restrained, so you might as well get some rest, because I’ll come ravage your sweet little body tomorrow momma”. As I lay there in anticipation for hours I finally drifted to sleep. As I awoke and began to stretch the feeling of the cold steel clasped around my wrist made my mind rush back. I laid in the cold dark cellar for what seemed to be an eternity. then I saw it, a small beam of light coming from up the stairs; my body shuttered with anticipation. Suddenly the door slammed shut and the small beam of light was replaced with the faint glow of candlelight. He walked towards me, with the adrenaline coursing through my body I began to squirm. He stood over me and ran his finger from my neck down to my pelvis and a wicked smile crossed his face. I started to speak but before I could even let out a sound he struck his whip into my nipple. With the burning sensitivity and cold air of the room the strike sent a shock through out my entire body. “Only speak when spoken to” he said in a low animalistic voice. He then held the candle over my body and gave it a slight tilt letting the hot wax drip onto my upper body. The sensation stimulated every cell in my body as I began to moan. Soon the wax stopped, as I looked down in the faint glow of candle light I saw the red wax that had splattered across my body to the point it looked as if I had been cut open. “Over” he said, and with that word alone I used the little bit of slack in the chains to lay on my stomach. When I rolled over I was face to face with his erection, I awaited my instructions. “Open” he said, and in the time I could get my teeth far enough apart his balls were pressed against my chin. Then I felt his belt begin to strike across my ass. Just as quickly as it began it ended, he pulled himself from what seemed to be the bottom of my stomach and crouched down to look me in the eye. “Well would you look at that someone is so horny she’s leaving a puddle of excitement, I think one more day and I’ll have my fun with you”. And with that he went back up stairs to leave me in the old and the dark moaning his name just at the thought of his touch. I laid in the dark cool room for an eternity, with no window or clock I had no idea what time it was, or even if it was day or night. The fact that the only clothing I had on were panties so thin a fly could rip them open didn’t help; neither did the fact that they were soaking wet with excitement. That’s when I noticed it, a small vent above me. I knew how his house was laid out and I remembered that his bedroom was directly above me. I began to moan and groan, saying things I knew would get his firm hand slapped across my ass. “Daddy, I’m so cold, I’m down here all wet and soak just from the thought of that cock even being near me.” I continued moaning for a couple more minutes, the only down side was I didn’t realize doing this would turn me on even more than I already was. At this point even the breath leaving my nose as I exhaled would hit my nipples and turn me on even more. My body was screaming for attention and I couldn’t touch my thigh let alone get close to help myself. My moans quickly turned into begging; “daddy please I’ll do anything, anything you want”. I began to yell hoping to get his attention. That’s when I heard it, the door slowly creeped open. With every heavy step he took down the stair my breath quickened. But this time, it was different, he wasn’t carrying a candle. The only way I knew someone was in the room was by the heavy foot steps inching ever so closer to me. Eventually I heard the foot steps stop at the bottom of the stairs “daddy is that you?” I whispered. Then, a match was struck as he lit the candle he was holding. Some how he was inches from the side of the table without me knowing. He had almost a demonic look in his eyes, like he looked at me like he was a starving wolf and I was a piece of meat. With this look my body began to shift and shake all on its own as I pleaded “please please please, I need this more than I need air”. That’s when I noticed he stood next to me completely naked. I reached over trying to get my hands on him, but the tip of my middle finger was the only thing that was able to reach his body. As my finger grazed his body, it felt as lightening shot through me body. He stepped back with out ever taking his eyes off mine. He held the candle out over my body and began to let it drip all over my body. Each little droplet felt like a fire ball against my cold skin. Then he began to walk to the foot of the tables I was chained to. With the look in his eyes like he was about to eat me alive, he smirked and blew out the candle. The room was as black as the night sky, I had no clue where he was. Minutes passed and I couldn’t even hear him breathing. That’s when his hands gripped the insides of my thighs, slowly he pushed them apart as he began kissing my legs from my knees all the way to my pelvis. Just before he got to where I was praying to God he would go, he stopped short and began to leave hickies of both of my thighs. Then all of a sudden the warmth of his hands were gone and he disappeared back into the darkness. I’m a matter of seconds he laid his semi erect cock across my face. With a whisper he said “you know what to do”, with out hesitation I shoved my head as far onto his shaft as it would go. But before I could push the head of his cock into my throat, he gripped my neck so his cock couldn’t go any further. He began to climb onto the table, his knees sat inches from either side of my head. Then he let go of my throat, and in one swift motion he pushed his cock all the way down my throat. He began to fuck my throat like it was a hole in the wall. I began to get light headed from not being able to breath, my body began to buck and jerk uncontrollably. This only made he fuck my face harder, just before I was about to pass out I heard him say “if I weren’t in such a good mood I’d flood your lungs with cum right now”. And with those words he pulled out of my throat. I was trying to catch my breath so frantically I didn’t realize he had removed the restraints on my wrists and ankles. As I looked up a small lamp had been turned on in the corner of the room, there he sat, sprawled out on a small couch he kept down there, looking at me with that same animalistic look, with his cock standing on end. I crawled off the table and began to stumble towards him “you motherfucker, I’m gonna wear you out till you can’t think, I’m gonna drain those softballs you call testicles dry”. He simply smiled and said “that’s exactly what I want to hear momma”. With that I jumped with my trembling legs onto him, lined myself up with his oak tree of a cock. “Ohhhh look mommy desperate for dick he said” as he grabbed both my hips and pulled me straight down onto his cock. I screamed out in pain in pleasure, just barley being able to muster “you…you’re… three times as big as my ex”. He locked lips with me again and said “I know mommy, I also fuck three times as better”. With that said, he had me pinned against the table again, and with each thrust is moving the table an inch at a times. Orgasms begin to roll through my body like a lightening storm one after another. The cold of the room seemed to disappeared as the sweat began to roll off my body. He was ripping me in half and seemed to just keep going. “Come on momma you’ve got more than that surely”. I began to scream once again from orgasm as I passed out. I awoke to find my self upstairs laying naked on a bed. As i got up I realized my legs hadn’t recovered; I stumbled into the near by bathroom. I looked into the mirror and saw myself with my hair still looking like I’d been freshly fucked for months on end. I looked at my body to see it splattered with dried candle wax covering nearly half my body, and what seemed to be a gallon of cum on my boobs. That’s when his low booming voice came from just outside the door “I think it’s time we get you cleaned up pretty momma”. My eyes darted down to see him completely naked with his cock standing at half mass. He walked towards me slowly, he cupped my ass in both his hands as he pushed me toward the shower. “Don’t work I’ll help you out” he said as he spun me around my pushed his cock into my back. As we stepped into the shower the wicked smile came across his face again as he turned on the water. Good thing it was Friday, because the look in his eye said he would be done with me until Monday morning.

[M]y desire for the unobtainable

Im far to naive to break down the psychology in my own words and don’t want to plagiarize some article so bear with me. I’ve read that in our adolescence and puberty stages of life that we are extremely impressionable and that sexual events at this time frame can leave its mark of Cain on us forever. I have given deep thought to wether or not I believe this and am starting to believe it holds water. In many ways I’ve been no different than any other man with your typical desires and fantasies. Asians check, older women check, huge breasts, cheerleader outfits, and any other cliche you can imagine. So where am I going with this? One single urge has remained a constant in the deepest core of my body. I am addicted cheating or cheaters.

Don’t check out now , trust me I know the stigma and how it can ruin lives. This is part of the struggle that feeds into my guilt. However, nothing comes close to satisfaction and euphoric stage I feel during the pursuit , during the sex and the entire allure of it all. I’ve had plenty of great nights with great sex with some of the most beautiful women but every single highlight my brain flashes back to are those encounters that are burned into my psyche.