Howdy again! Something happened this morning that I knew I just had to come and share here, but it didn’t seem like enough on its own for a really substantial post. So I decided to bundle it up with a couple other similar instances.
It turns out I’ve been walked in on or otherwise seen by third parties during my uh…couplings…a lot over the years. It’s happened frequently enough that I’m pretty sure I’m subconsciously setting myself up or something, hahah. I’ve begun to realize that I probably have a bit of a voyeuristic/exhibitionist streak; I enjoy watching other people get freaky (*love* that r/gonewildcouples sub), and to an extent I enjoy being watched from time to time. (Before you ask – the wife does *not* share this enthusiasm, so I don’t think we’ll be posting anything of our own anytime soon) Anyway, here you go!
**PART I: BUSTED**
Ema was my first real girlfriend – and as such, she was my first several other things, too. She was more or less my usual type; short, big boobs and ass, a little on the thick side, but played a lot of soccer in high school so in a good way. Dark, curly hair down to her shoulders, big brown eyes and a sweet face. We lost our virginity to each other in the back seat of her car, parked in front of our old high school on New Year’s Eve (another fun story).
In the following weeks, we fucked exclusively in her car. I don’t know why. I think our young, hormone-riddled brains just equated sex with the car because of the first time. We never even *tried* to sneak a tumble in at either of our houses or somewhere equally private. There was a lot of construction being done near her house – new development going up – so late at night we’d go park on a random street in the new area, pound it out, and go home. We were using condoms, and I, being young and an inconsiderate dick, would just throw them out the car window when we were done (I know, I know).
One night we were up to our usual. We’d parked in front of a half-built house around 11:00 or so, climbed into the back seat, and started immediately going at it.
I should point out here that we were really, really dumb about this in every way possible – we both got completely naked every single time. It never occurred to us to try any of the many, many easy access dressing options. Did I mention we were super new at the whole sex thing?
So we’re in the back seat, completely naked, and we’re well into the swing of things. She’s on her back, I’m scrunched up on top of her, both hands holding onto her ass and my face buried between her tits as I’m pounding away. She’s got her hands on the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair, it’s pretty great…then she stops.
“What’s that?” she asks.
I look up and realize it’s a whole lot brighter than it should be, and suddenly hear a sharp tap on the rear window.
It’s a cop. He’s got his spotlight shining directly into the car. He sees that I’m looking at him.
“GET DRESSED AND GET OUT NOW.”
Ema is mortified and I’m worried we’re gonna get arrested. We throw all our clothes on in a hurry. I still have the condom on inside my pants. We get out of the car and get a good long lecture – he tells us we could’ve been murdered, tells Ema he saw her “private parts” and that she should be embarrassed, checks our IDs repeatedly to make sure we’re both of age, generally scares us shitless. He doesn’t mention the used condoms that have been littering the construction sites over the past weeks, but I think that’s what caused them to get a policeman patrolling out there.
Finally he gives us a warning and tells us to get the hell out of there. Ema drops me off at home in silence and we don’t have sex for two weeks. When we do, it’s at her house and not in a car.
**PART II: I AM A BAD ROOMMATE AND FRIEND**
College, spring semester, maybe…sophomore year? I lived in an all guys dorm. There’s an all girls dorm directly next door. The two are run as one unit, and we can come and go to each building’s common areas as we please. My roommate, Steven, is a dopey hippie kind of guy, but cool enough. Soft-spoken. We get along well, have meals together and hang out and stuff. He starts bringing this girl from the other building around, named Ren. She starts eating with us from time to time, playing pool in the lobby, stuff like that. I don’t really pay her much attention at first because she’s not really my type – a little on the tall side, slim up top (maaaaaybe a B cup, *maybe*), but a big round butt – a nice one, but definitely a bit big for her frame. Bottom-heavy, basically. Cute face though, with big brown eyes and a nice smile. Long, straight, dark brown hair.
It’s Friday around 6:00 at night, and I don’t have any classes. I have a decent day buzz going (one of the perks of living in the stuffy all-guys dorm is you can have booze there if you’re of age) and am laying face down on a couch in the lobby, kinda dozing. Suddenly I feel this heavy, squishy pressure on my lower back. I raise my head and turn it as much as I can, only to see that Ren is sitting on me. She’s got on a short green pair of those girls’ athletic shorts you can get at places like Old Navy or something (forget what exactly they’re called) and a tight, black sleeveless tank top. I’m acutely aware of her butt pressing against my back and suddenly I’m a bit more interested in Ren than I thought I was.
“I’m bored. Do you have any movies we can watch?” she asks.
Well alright then. I’ve always been kinda bad at picking up on signals, but I was fairly certain Ren was throwing some my way. So we went back to my room, I popped Kung Pow into the DVD player, and we got a couple beers and laid down on the bed. She immediately scooches backward into me and now we’re spooning, I’ve got my arm kinda thrown over her stomach. Her shirt is riding up a bit and I can feel her skin. About ten minutes into the movie she just comes out with it.
“Hey Glib? Why aren’t we doing anything yet?”
“…oh. Uhhhh….” I’m trying to think of something cool to say. Before I can, Ren puts her hand over the one I have on her stomach and starts gently pushing it lower.
I’ve always appreciated a woman with a direct approach. So I picked up where she left off and slid my hand slowly down the front of her shorts. No underwear. Shaved.
“There we go,” she said contentedly.
We mess around like that for a while, making out while I’m fingering her from behind and she grinds her big booty against me. Pretty soon we decide it’s time to fuck. We hurriedly got each other’s shorts off (shirts stayed on because we were in *that big a hurry* I guess) and I got a condom on while she got on all fours and started maneuvering backward toward me.
Then I’m in, it feels great, she’s fucking backward just as much as I’m fucking forward, I’m grabbing and slapping and squeezing that big ass of hers and rethinking my lifelong position as a boob man and then she turns her head left a bit to face the door.
“Oh! Hey! Steven!” Each word is punctuated by the slapping of her ass against my pelvis.
I turn to face the door as well. There’s Steven, standing in the doorway, on the way back from his Friday night class. His jaw is hanging open.
I’m still pretty buzzed. I slow down just a bit but I don’t stop, and neither does Ren. I lifted one hand off of her ass and gave Steven a small wave.
“Can you (*slap*) give us (*slap*) a few minutes (*slap*)?!” she managed to ask.
Steven just nods silently and closes the door.
I find out later through the grapevine that Steven actually had a thing for Ren, which is why he started inviting her to stuff…but then she developed a thing for me, and…well. I felt kinda bad because he was one of the few guy friends I had at school at the time, but he did get over it quickly. Ren and I just made sure to do our business in her room in the meantime.
**PART III: YOU’RE LUCKY IT WAS ME**
So my mother-in-law is staying at our house this weekend. She had a funeral to attend at a nearby town yesterday and decided to just make a weekend of it. Which is fine – contrary to what every sitcom I’ve ever seen in my life led me to believe, I think my in-laws are great. She in particular has a bit of a stern, icy demeanor sometimes, but she likes me and we even joke a bit from time to time.
My wife Robin (who I [already wrote one story about here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/57vsg5/mf_public_that_time_my_girlfriend_and_i/)) and I are presently trying to make a baby, which as you might imagine means lots and lots of sex. Lately, we’ve been doing it at least once a day, and it’s typically in the morning before work. Occasionally we’ll have the energy later to have another go before dinner, but typically not. Today, we slept in a bit since it was a work holiday for the both of us, so I woke up a bit more energetic and friskier than usual.
Robin was still coming to, so I reached over into her sleeper shorts and started slowly running my finger up and down between her lips. She stirred shortly, but her eyes remained closed. I began kissing her neck.
“We can’t…my mom’s here…” she mumbled. I pushed slightly deeper and felt some moisture beginning to collect on my fingertip.
“She wants some grandbabies, doesn’t she?” I asked, and continued kissing. “We’ll be quiet.”
Robin sighed and threw an arm around my back, spread her legs a bit more and lifted up the side of her shirt closest to me, letting one of her breasts fall out against my chest. This is our typical MO; I get her off by fingering her while I suck on her tits, then I’m free to do what I want with her.
She’s very responsive to this sort of stimulation, and within five minutes she was riding out an intense orgasm with her hand clamped over her mouth. Like I said, I’m feeling a bit friskier today, so when she’s done I get up on my knees and make a show of sucking my fingers clean. Then I pulled her up to a sitting position and took her shirt completely off.
“On your hands and knees.”
Robin doesn’t like being bossed around in bed all the time, but she *does* like it sometimes – and this was one of those times.
“Yes sir,” she replied, still reeling a bit from her orgasm and slightly sleepy. She pulled her shorts off, got up on her knees and leaned forward, propping herself up in front with a couple pillows.
I pulled my boxers down (I only sleep in boxers) and got into position behind her. I grabbed her hip with one hand and my dick with the other, rubbing it up and down her lips a few times before pushing it slowly into her pussy. She sighed a bit as I entered her, muffling her face in the pillows in front of her.
As I got going, I got a little more into it. After all, this wasn’t one of our usual utilitarian half-conscious baby-making screws we were doing before work – we had some time and a bit more energy today! So I reached forward and grabbed a handful of hair from the back of her head, gently pulling her face up and out of the pillows.
“Ooooh, yes sir,” she cooed. It did seem she was being responsive to the bossy stuff today, so I gave her ass a little tap with the other hand.
“Oooh yeah, slap that ass!” she was doing a sort of whisper-shout thing. Excellent.
So we went on like that for a bit: me pumping away, pulling her hair and occasionally slapping her ass; she, offering verbal encouragement. We’re getting pretty into it, and it feels like she may be getting close to a second orgasm, so I’m pretty focused on getting her there again before I’m done.
I heard what sounded like a knock, but I figured it was the headboard behind us tapping against the wall. Robin doesn’t react at all. I raised my hand back to give her ass another smack–
–when her mother opens the door and pokes her head in.
For an instant, we all froze. My mother-in-law’s mouth was open like she started to say something, but her eyes were bugging out of her head. I was balls deep in her daughter, pulling her hair with one hand while the other was raised and ready to come crashing down against her ass, and both of us were completely naked. The way we were positioned on the bed meant the two of us were facing her directly.
After that painfully long instant, Robin’s mother pulled her head back out and closed the door hard while Robin pulled the pillows up in front of her trying to cover her breasts. I let my raised hand kind of fall down to my side.
It was quiet for a few moments. Then, from the other side of the door.
“I’ve got breakfast. Come get it when you’re uh….when you’re uh….” She trailed off.
There was no finishing for me after that, hahah. We disentangled ourselves, got dressed, and headed out to the kitchen for breakfast (me making sure I had my wedding ring on and displayed prominently).
It was very quiet. None of us looked at each other as we ate cereal and buttered toast. *Crunch crunch crunch*.
Eventually, her mom broke the silence.
“You know…I know you’re married and all, but shit….you’re lucky it was me and not Greg.”
Greg is Robin’s younger brother. He’s about 6’4″ and a practitioner of several martial arts, most recently haven taken up teaching jujitsu.
We all had a bit of a laugh at that. Me and the MIL mostly, Robin a little less so.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5cjgy4/mf_anthology_three_short_stories_about_times_i
Bwahahaha! These are great!
I’d be so embarrassed if my mom walked in on me.