[FM] Giving a foot job and getting worshipped in bridal lingerie

My partner Henry and I had a July quarantine wedding on a random Thursday after months of twiddling our thumbs and waiting to see if travel restrictions would lighten up enough for our families to come to town. Though it was more casual than we expected (Zoom weddings will do that to ya), we had a great time and an equally fun [wedding night](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i7h6ii/fm_my_husband_henry_and_i_ruined_my_wedding_dress/). Afterwards, we promised each other that we would spend the weekend continuing the celebration.

That Saturday morning, I woke up before Henry for the first time in weeks. I watched him sleep for a moment, his broad chest rising and falling slowly with every deep breath. A look of pure relaxation was on his face. Probably from the edibles we took the night before and the many orgasms we had given each other over the course of the evening, but who’s to say? Giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, I slid out of bed.

[FM] My husband Henry and I ruined my wedding dress

My partner Henry and I have wanted to do the whole “exchange rings and then dance the night away” thing for a while, but the pandemic has made it a little difficult to gather our family and close friends in one place for even a casual courthouse wedding. As recently as the end of June, we still held out hope that we could have a small in-person ceremony at some point in 2020 instead of one over Zoom. But then Henry’s sister, a doctor, finally told us to give up on that dream for at least a year.

At the beginning of July, I decided to quit my job on July 31st and start a new one in the middle of August for a bit of a break. The new gig came with some decent perks, including better health insurance for spouses than the insurance Henry had through his job. It was an interesting incentive. Around the time I put in my notice (don’t burn bridges with your employers, kids), Henry and I sat down before bed to plan out the rest of the summer and talk about the future. We stared at each other from across the kitchen table in our pajamas, our eyes narrowed with suspicion as we tried to suss out how the other person was feeling. “Should we…?” I finally asked slowly.

[FM] [FMMM] [Group] [20F] fucked my way across Europe for a semester – Part 4

Read parts [one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hwron7/group_fmmm_i_20f_fucked_my_way_across_europe_for/), [two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hxdiwx/fm_m_i_20f_fucked_my_way_across_europe_for_a/), and three here.

I took several steps back and sat on the foot of the bed, my heart clenching. Fuck. We had just crossed a line. Several lines. The lines probably weren’t even visible in our rear-view mirror. “Charlie — I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

He kept staring at the ceiling, his cock softening as he stood there, leaning against the door. “S’not your fault,” he murmured, brushing the back of his hand under his nose and sniffing, his eyes still watering, “I wanted this. I encouraged it.”

Guilt tightened in my chest. I have never claimed to be a perfect person. I helped my then-best friend cheat on every single one of her high school boyfriends and justified it by saying it “didn’t count” because we were both women. I went down on a friend maybe an hour before she gave her wedding vows. But I had never helped a man cheat on a woman. It felt different. Call it sexism, call it homophobia. But engaging in heterosexual contact with a man who had a girlfriend felt worse than my previous forays into being the other woman. Even if it had only been for a moment. A part of me wondered if I would still feel as guilty if he hadn’t expressed regret.

[FM][M][M] [FM] I [20F] fucked my way across Europe for a semester – Part 3

Parts [one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hwron7/group_fmmm_i_20f_fucked_my_way_across_europe_for/) and [two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hxdiwx/fm_m_i_20f_fucked_my_way_across_europe_for_a/) here!

After breakfast, the four of us walked Darragh to the tube station. I wrapped an arm around his waist and smiled sadly up at him while we dragged our feet, not wanting to say goodbye. As we arrived, he pulled away from me, hitched his backpack higher up on his shoulders, and grinned at all of us. “Well, lads,” he laughed, “It’s been fun.”

“Good craic?” Lucas teased.

“Aye,” Darragh chortled, intentionally putting on a thicker accent to make us laugh, “It’s been a gas!”

He hugged Charlie first, clapping him on the shoulders and whispering something in his ear. Charlie flushed and whispered something back before they let go, laughing amongst themselves. My cheeks burned, paranoid that they were talking about me. Darragh then wrapped an arm around Lucas’s neck and gave him a noogie, burrowing his knuckles into Lucas’s blond hair. Gabriel pounced to join in, all three idiot boys wrestling on the spot for a moment. I laughed and rolled my eyes.

[FM] [M] I [20F] fucked my way across Europe for a semester – Part 2

Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hwron7/group_fmmm_i_20f_fucked_my_way_across_europe_for/). TL;DR had a foursome in a hostel with three boys (Gabriel, Darragh, and Lucas), while a fourth (Charlie) hung out in the common area because he had a girlfriend. Charlie later admitted that he was attracted to me, and asked if he could watch the next time.

The morning after the gangbang, I woke up feeling surprisingly normal. Not even a hangover from the multiple pitchers of beer the guys and I had split in lieu of dinner. The girl sharing my hostel room slumbered onward peacefully, having flown in from Australia the night before. She and I had exchanged some pleasantries after I came back from the hostel shower, and I had found myself struggling to not blurt out “I JUST GOT FUCKED BY THREE GUYS AT ONCE.”

I just wanted to share my successes with somebody other than those who had been involved. But the hostel didn’t have wifi, so I couldn’t text my friends back home.

[Group] [FMMM] I [20F] fucked my way across Europe for a semester – Part 1

I spent the fall semester of my third year of college in London. I chose the UK because I needed an English-speaking country, and I chose London in particular because I had never lived in a big city – I wanted the multicultural hub, the late nights, the drunken adventures, the easy accessibility to weekend trips via Heathrow Airport. But, as I hinted in another [story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hb4fjq/fm_i_20f_got_drunk_while_home_from_college_and/), I got more than I bargained for.

My first two weeks in London, I stayed at a hostel to get adjusted to the time zone and the city while waiting for my university accommodations to open. I wasn’t the only American there, but I was unfortunately one of the only girls. The other women at the hostel were incredibly sweet, but not the kind of people I wanted to grab a pint with – they were interested in the more touristy attractions, while I honestly just wanted to party before classes started. It was my every intention to hook up with as many hot European boys as I could while taking advantage of the lower drinking age.

[FM] My [18F] first time having someone [22M] fuck me with a strap on [trans]

[I hate writing notes at the beginning of stories, but this one is important. Before you write a transphobic comment questioning or joking about Ben’s gender – don’t. Just don’t. Trans men are men. Trans women are women. Transphobia and/or fetishization will not be tolerated in the comments. I’ll be monitoring them closely, and I will block and report you faster than you can say “[J.K. Rowling](https://www.thetrevorproject.org/2020/06/08/daniel-radcliffe-responds-to-j-k-rowlings-tweets-on-gender-identity/).” Happy to answer questions if they are politely phrased and coming from a place of genuine curiosity, but you have to remember that I am not trans, and I am not representing the trans community. [Here](https://www.thetrevorproject.org/resources/trevor-support-center/a-guide-to-being-an-ally-to-transgender-and-nonbinary-youth/) is a good introduction to being an ally to trans and nonbinary people. Enjoy the story!]

From the moment I met Ben, I thought he was hot as fuck. He wasn’t much taller than I was, but he oozed confidence with every smile. It helped that he always dressed like a French author on a jaunt on the Riviera and generally looked as if he belonged in a black and white film with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a typewriter in front of him. His short blond hair was always coifed, his scruff impeccably trimmed. I wanted to cut my lips on his jawline.

[FM] Sneaking away while babysitting to hook up with my boyfriend

In early July a couple years ago, after dating my boyfriend Henry for about four months, it was finally time to tell my thirteen-year-old cousin, Shoshana, who, along with her friend group, had obsessively tried to set us up when [Henry was her teacher](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gxk4m9/fm_i_24f_let_my_cousins_hot_teacher_26m_finger_me/) and believed she had failed. As per my twice monthly babysitting-Shosh-during-her-group-sleepovers arrangement in exchange for unlimited exploitation of their car, laundry machine, and pantry, her parents asked me to watch over Shosh and her ten-year-old brother, Isaac so that they could go to a hotel for the weekend and get away from their kids’ constant bickering and pleas for attention. I usually wouldn’t complain about upholding my end of the deal, but Henry had recently moved to a city an hour away for a job training program. We only got two days a week together. I didn’t want to miss a weekend if it could be avoided.

[FM] The first time I [25F] let my boyfriend [26M] cum inside me

When I finally called Henry my boyfriend after months of refusing to do so, we fucked without a condom for the first time in a [bar bathroom](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gtlqeu/fm_reclaimed_my_boyfriends_cock_in_a_bar_bathroom/), and I had him finish in my mouth. From that moment on, we stopped using condoms and took advantage of the opportunity for him to cum all over my body every time we had sex. The miracle of long-acting reversible contraceptives and moist towelettes. In additional to the increased pleasure of not using condoms, we felt way more intimately connected, and he absolutely loved cumming on me as an act of marking/claiming my body. He wasn’t jealous in a red flag kind of way – he was simply into domination and possessiveness during one-on-one sex. Still is, actually. Luckily, I have always loved it.

Unfortunately, our sexual adventures at that time were only during the weekends, since he lived in a city over an hour’s drive away. It fucking sucked. I was finally in a healthy relationship for the first time, and he wasn’t there to hump me to sleep every night. Did I say hump? I meant cuddle. Definitely meant cuddle.

[FM] Got in a fight with my boyfriend, so I let a Redditor fuck me raw in a park

My boyfriend Henry and I have been going through a mini rough patch. Nothing we can’t handle, but we’ve been stepping on each other’s toes way more frequently than usual after four months of sheltering together in a one bedroom apartment. A couple weeks ago, I had an important work Zoom meeting, and Henry knew. I know he knew because I told him multiple times. But, despite my reminders the week of, night before, morning of, and an hour beforehand, Henry still clattered loudly around the kitchen in the middle of my meeting. I texted him to keep it down, but his phone chimed on the table next to me, far away from his view.

I could have screamed. One of my biggest pet peeves about Henry is how he never fucking has his phone on him, and it’s especially an issue when I need to get ahold of him urgently. Such as when my boss stops me in the middle of a sentence to tell me that I should turn my sound off for the remainder of the meeting and instead share my work next week because the background noise is too distracting. I couldn’t even offer to walk into another room before he muted me. I barely held it together for the rest of the meeting, bursting into tears of frustration the second my boss ended the Zoom call. “Lily?” Henry called over concernedly walking quickly through the doorway, “What’s wrong?”