“Breaking” into my own home when I was supposed to be away on a work trip [MF]

**Warning**: this story contains planned **CNC** between two consenting people.

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I’d always been suspicious. When our sex crossed a certain threshold of intensity, she said certain things, did certain things, that hinted at her wanting something.. *more*. We are no strangers to crazy shit. We’ve fucked publicly more times than I can count. We’ve shared a partner, partner*s*, and had our own to ourselves, even while separated. Once each behind each other’s backs, and then always with each other’s knowledge afterwards. We know every intimacy, every secret desire.

Or so I’d thought.

Revenge on my cheating girlfriend with the girl I’d declined for her [MF]

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I should have felt guilty at the time for roping her into this. In retrospect, I do. I pulled into the visitor parking lot of Alice’s “new” job. A white-walled depressingly “modern corporate” structure with as much glass as structurally possible, and undoubtedly stuffed full of cramped low wall cube farms. None of that was visible right now, though. It was 9PM, and all but the well lit entrance of the building was mired in darkness and the relentless winter rain. I saw Alice push open one of the tinted glass entry doors and step from the dim lobby into the bright lights, looking for my car as her short evening shift ended. She was wearing a long form fitting red dress that tapered around her hips and followed the curve of her thighs, her brown curly hair was back in a bun, and her black heels weren’t too high but certainly high enough to give her every step a physical presence to go along with the eye-drawing *click*.

Finding and breeding my wife’s friend alone in the forest [MF]

Warning: this story contains **CNC** between two agreeing people.

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“Do you remember Karla?” Mary had asked.

I didn’t know the weight of that question at the time. Yes, I remembered Karla. A friend from her previous job. We’d met a several times when Mary brought her along for our morning coffee break downtown. She was short and thin late 20s caucasian with an athletic build, certainly weighing no more than 100 pounds. Her breasts were a C cup at best, more likely B, and were always kept hidden beneath tight long sleeved black athletic shirts that matched her seemingly infinite wardrobe of black yoga pants. I used to joke to Mary, “Is Lululemon Lady coming for coffee today?” Her hair was also very striking. Wavy, long, and dark brown. She loved to put dark red streaks in it, which blended so naturally with the brown of her hair that it didn’t even look dyed.

How years of separation from a platonic friend lead to us having intense sex in a hotel on a work trip [mf]

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**Coffee**

I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d seen her. Was that last coffee we’d shared in 2019? Or was it 2018? Who knows. It’s difficult to put a sticker on events when everything in life is *par for the course*. The years of partying, emotional late night calls, weekend benders camping at the lakes, and brown bagging mickeys at a bonfire on the river were long gone – dissolved and melted away by money, marriage, and careers. Those kinds of new memories were now few and far between, held down by the monotony of society’s definition of “mature existence”. Now, those memories are relegated to the part of your mind that comes out to comfort you while you’re sitting in front of a window looking out at another grey rainy day, slowly sipping your coffee and listening to the patter of the drops on the patio. They fade slowly into obscurity, until one day you find that nearly all of them have slipped through your fingers without you even knowing. Only the ones that define who you are today remain.

An unexpected layover in Dallas [MF]

I’ve seen a few posts on the sub recently questioning how every guy poster bangs some incredible smokeshow girl, how every girl poster finds a dick that’s always the most enormous 27 inch dong they’ve ever seen, and how all posters manage to junk-jackhammer for 2.5 hours straight with seemingly infinite stamina. People come here to share their most incredible and noteworthy experiences, so I don’t see the problem personally. Nevertheless, here’s an event from a couple years back that’s a bit different from most things I’ve read here and should satisfy the sceptics.

A couple hours back, I had found her gonewild post. It was a typical “do u like what u see??” image from a new account – a badly taken close-up of her huge tits squished together, kind of like [this random picture I found on gonewild](https://i.redd.it/u93zwdzrgiuz.jpg). Grainy, bad lighting, unflattering angle, and missing a tag. The girl next door with her flip-phone quality camera generally has no chance on that sub, but that doesn’t mean the photo and girl weren’t both hot. They were. And that made her a good candidate for some fun.

A summer party, a cock-hungry friend, and the shy new girl she abandoned [MF]

The summer after high school graduation. Everyone remembers that, right? Or doesn’t, because they ingested far too much alcohol. Such was the case for my group of friends. Except for one night..

It was a party like any other. My bud Eric had his parent’s house to himself all summer. It was a home halfway up a mountain, backed by an endless forest. Our parties there always included a bonfire, liquor pong, a customized box of party Jenga, and laptops with Warcraft 3 and Brood War.

15-20 people was the average number of attendees, and tonight was no exception. There were a few new faces, and a good split of guys and girls. We started with a bonfire and some Fireball pong outdoors. One of the new people was a beautiful brunette with long, dark hair, a curved hourglass shape that accented her perky ample tits and wide hips, and a half-moon ass so round and firm that it defied gravity. She had on large black glasses which really brought out her almost-Asian almond eyes, and a floral summer dress which showed off the most tantalizing glimpses of her pale breasts squished in it. The dress clung loosely to her body, accenting her curves, and it often road up to expose the bottom of her ass cheeks whenever she moved.

Spontaneously fucking my big titted brunette roommate, and figuring out what to do afterwards [MF]

This is a continuation of [part 1, which can be found here.](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95d0jl/randomly_fucked_my_strictly_platonic_big_titted/)

The next few days were really awkward. We both avoided each other like the plague, which was difficult given that our place was no more than 800 square feet including the three rooms. I mustered up the courage to apologize, hoping that we could at least go back to our occasional chats even if cooking, shopping, and tabletop games were done for. After all we still had at least 6 more months of living together.

I had an opportunity one night. I heard the TV turn on and the unmistakable sound of the Game of Thrones intro (this was back when everyone was watching, rewatching, then rerererererewatching season 1). I opened my door and asked Lindsay if she had some time to chat. She gave me a kind of blank look and said ok. I got about as far as “I’m really sorry, I fucked up and shouldn’t have let that happen.” before tears were rolling down her face. I asked why she was crying, and she explained everything. A few months ago, her boyfriend Josh had asked if they could see other people while they were split up with her going to school. This was her first year not going back for the summer. She was enraged and said no, but couldn’t shake the thought that he didn’t care for her anymore afterwards.

Randomly fucked my ‘strictly platonic’ big titted roommate for teasing me endlessly [MF]

This happened some years back at school. I’d moved into a new place at the start of winter. The room I was in was one of three suites on the bottom floor of a house. The suite I had was north facing with a big wall to wall window overlooking the garden. One roommate was a super flamboyant gay dude named Charlie. He often had “loud” company overnight that he’d try to mask by leaving the communal TV in the foyer on. That sucked, although better than having to listen to a guy get loudly fucked in the ass weekly I suppose. The other was a by comparison super quiet and reserved busty-petite brunette girl named Lindsay who flit around the house like a ghost. For the most part, we all kept our doors shut, cooked our own meals, had our own refrigerators, went to different schools, and generally just kept to ourselves and our studies.

How Mary became a camslut for random people on the internet [MF][F][M]

This story happened just this past Christmas. Feel free to skip the context (if you’re impatient) right to the @Good Stuff or the @Really Good Stuff.

I opened the door to my home. It had been a long day at work, constantly receiving dirty messages, pictures, and videos from Mary, who was lucky enough to be sitting at home with nothing to do but play with herself. My cock had been hard practically all day, much to the detriment of my nice dress slacks. I’m a 5’11” guy, 170 athletic pounds, and long light brown hair with natural grey streaks. My cock is 8 inches long, thick, and always shows in a bulge even when soft. Christmas was in 3 days and the whole office was on vacation, which was lucky for me. Any other week the clerk would have had quite the surprise when she inevitably walked into my office to see my pants bursting at the seems and my fly unable to stay zipped up. The girl who was tormenting me from home is a long haired brunette, average height, with a fit hourglass shape, incredible round bubble butt, and perky C cup breasts with large nipples that are a perfect handful. Her face is cute and round, with full lips and a small nose. Her almond shaped eyes betray her half Asian heritage.

“I’ve always wanted to have romantic sex on top of a mountain”, a tale of some unromantic sex on top of a mountain [MF]

It was an average Pacific Northwest summer evening. Mary and I had spent the whole night mutually getting each other off and having incredibly lewd conversations in anticipation for her trip to come see me for 2 weeks. Driving in to the airport my cock alternated between full mast and a semi like some sort of independently breathing living creature, while I alternated between thinking about finally covering Mary’s ass in my cum again and then attempting to not drive directly into a tree at highway speed. There’s plenty of societal stigma about driving drunk, tired, and stoned.. but definitely not enough about driving horny.

I pulled up to arrivals, leaned back, and waited for Mary. I had asked her last night if she had some way she’d always dreamed about getting fucked. I expected something like, “Gee I’d love to get gangbanged by 15 dicks”, or maybe “How about against the glass window of a beautiful penthouse suite with its own spa over a bottle of expensive champagne”. You know, predictable and stereotypical stuff. But nope, she just wanted to shag at the top of a mountain. *That’s doable*, I’d thought to myself. So the next morning, I put together a surprise. A surprise which now sat in a book bag in my car’s back seat.