Author: ElPezzoni

A Reminiscence – An Amazing Night [Cheating] [MF] [Part 5]

Hello everyone.  Sorry it’s been a bit of a hiatus since my last installment.  Hopefully this part makes up for that.

For those who have read the others, thank you and welcome back. For those coming in late, here’s the recap. Give ’em a read, or you’ll be pretty lost . . .

I would link the other parts here, but, you know . . .

As always, this is entirely true, based on real events. I’ve changed the names because, well, reasons.

And now to get back to our regularly scheduled program.

It had been quite a while since Amy and I played last. We still saw each other at our normal social get-togethers, but we were without any private time. We shared glances, and the occasional brush past each other, but that was the extent. Sure, we still texted pretty regularly, but that is nowhere near as good as the real thing. Read more »

A Reminiscence – An Amazing Night [MF] [Part 5]

Hello everyone.  Sorry it’s been a bit of a hiatus since my last installment.  Hopefully this part makes up for that.

For those who have read the others, thank you and welcome back. For those coming in late, here’s the recap. Give ’em a read, or you’ll be pretty lost . . .

Part 1:

A Reminiscence – The First Time [MF] from gonewildstories

Part 2:

A Reminiscence – The Build-Up [MF] [Part 2] from gonewildstories

Part 3:

A Reminiscence – The Second Time [MF] [Part 3] from gonewildstories

Part 4:

A Reminiscence – The Third Time [MF] [Part 4] from gonewildstories

As always, this is entirely true, based on real events. I’ve changed the names because, well, reasons.

And now to get back to our regularly scheduled program.

It had been quite a while since Amy and I played last. We still saw each other at our normal social get-togethers, but we were without any private time. We shared glances, and the occasional brush past each other, but that was the extent. Sure, we still texted pretty regularly, but that is nowhere near as good as the real thing. Read more »

A Reminiscence – The Third Time [MF] [Part 4]

Hello everyone. I’ve received a few messages asking for more, and I promised I would. So, here goes . . .

You can find part 3 here:

A Reminiscence – The Second Time [MF] [Part 3] from gonewildstories

Much like the other stories I’ve shared, this is entirely true, only the names have been changed.

Some time passed after Amy’s and my last encounter, but we still saw each other pretty regularly at social events. We shared knowing looks, passing glances, casual touching of non-sexual areas. Our texts continued in secret, nude pictures frequently when we were alone, generally keeping the interest fresh in our minds. That was maybe one of the reasons I liked her so much: She was such a stimulating person.

Then, one day, the message came. “Hey baby. He’s going to work early. Want to spend the morning together?” I responded yes, and asked what she had in mind. “I want to feel your cock deep inside me.”

What other motivation was needed? Read more »

A Reminiscence – The Second Time [MF] [Part 3]

Hello everyone. Here’s part 3. This is a long one, but damn if it wasn’t an incredible time. As with the others I’ve posted, this is entirely true, and only the names have been changed for reasons.

You can find the link for part 2 here:

A Reminiscence – The Build-Up [MF] [Part 2] from gonewildstories

I barely slept that night. My mind was constantly flashing back to the two pictures she sent, and the events of our first time. I wanted her. I still felt bad about sneaking around, but the guilt was shifting into the background.

I got up at 7:30, showered and shaved. Getting dressed, I pulled up her pictures again. Seeing her sprawled on her bed, her beautiful breasts on display . . .

My phone buzzed and a text appeared from Amy. “He’s leaving in ten. Hopping in the shower now.”

I responded, told her I’d be there in a half-hour. I left, and as I drove, I barely noticed my surroundings because I was so lost in the idea of what was going to happen. Muscle memory took over (I had been to their house many times and didn’t really have to think about the route), and before I realized, I was sitting on their street, parked a few houses down. Read more »

A Reminiscence – The Build-Up [MF] [Part 2]

Hello everybody. Here’s the next part to my tale. Much like the first part, this is entirely true, just changed the names. I debated adding this into part 2, but it would have been ridiculously long. So, an interlude, if you will.

If you’re coming in to this late, here’s the first part:

A Reminiscence – The First Time [MF] from gonewildstories

The next day, my mind was whirling. I just had sex with a good friends wife. And she was older than me! Though, I did admit it was incredible . . . But the feeling of guilt was beginning to settle in, so I figured she and I needed to talk.

What was I going to say to her? Hell, what would i tell him? *Should* I tell him?!

My phone buzzed that evening – a text message from Amy. “You’re more than I could’ve imagined. I’m really glad we did that last night. You felt so good.”

I responded: You’re incredible. I’ve been thinking about last night too.”

Amy: “Care to do it again?”

Me: Are you sure? How would we even work this out? Read more »

A Reminiscence – The First Time [MF]

It’s been ten years, and I’m ready to tell this story (sorry, it’s a lengthy one). This is entirely true, and I’ve changed the names to protect people’s privacy (obviously).

When I was 24, I was in a weird situation. I was going through my sexual discovery (I discovered I was bi during this time, but this story isn’t about that), which basically made me who I am today. I had a girlfriend of three years at the time (who was a lazy, do-nothing freeloader), and I was miserable. I worked in a deli, but I was involved in a social acting group, well, improv mostly. We met all met up two to three times a week, one night at a dive bar’s private catering room and the other at the home of the guy who ran the activities. Over the years, he and I became good friends, and would shoot the shit pretty regularly.

Where it gets complex is his wife: we’ll call her “Amy.” Read more »