Author: FancyNate

Testament of eating my married friends pussy and then fucking my date on the tailgate of a pickup truck behind an Arizona honky-tonk bar. [m/f] [m/f]

My job sent me to Scottsdale, Arizona. Upside was I got to spend the weekend with some old friends in Phoenix. Anthony and Megan were a couple when I first met them in college and we’d kept in touch over the years. This was really exciting because I had not seen them now for nearly five years. Things went south at the last moment and Anthony himself was called out of town for his job. Megan told me to still come out and that she already had everything planned and ready. So on friday afternoon I drove into town.

The first thing that popped into my mind when Anthony said he wouldn’t be there was a memory from nearly a decade before. Three stoned stupid college kids hanging around their apartment and decided to experiment and let their freak flag fly. Megan pulled my pants down and sucked me off while Anthony fucked her from behind. Nothing had ever happened like it since and we’d even joked about it over the years, congratulating ourselves on being so “kinky”. Yet on the drive down across an endless barren desert I couldn’t shake that memory from my mind. Read more »

Testament of how I banged my costar on a movie set! [M/F]

Every year groups of aspiring filmmakers take part in the 48 Hour Film Project. Teams have exactly two days to write, shoot, edit, and turn in a finished seven minuet film. This year I buggered my costar on set. This is my story.

I met Joan that morning at 4am. We sat on the porch of the directors house and read through the latest draft of the script. Inside there were ten people who hadn't slept at all building sets and planning shots. From the moment Joan and I started reading lines together you couldn't help but notice. . . we had zero fucking chemistry.

My costar was a beautiful and talented but everything she said just made my eyes roll. For starters, Joan had been blessed with an unstoppable pair of tits. So noteworthy was this rack that she found a way to work mention of her boobs into every conversation. I really hated this. It's attention seeking and usually a tactic used to hide what you lack, which is personality. Joan wasn't stupid and caught on to how unimpressed I was with her display. While filming the first scene we were cordial but certainly not chummy. Then we went to film scene two. Read more »

Final Testament of the bachelor party party where I ended up fucking my best friend who was also my best man. [M/F]

On sunday morning breakfast was ordered via room service. The cart sat in the middle of the room untouched while the television played cartoons at an abnormally high volume. On the bed two friends sat relaxed watching the program while having sex, she was bent over while he thrust from behind. They laughed and commented on the show with no indication that there was a cock gently sliding back and forth. Finally the woman reached out with both hands and pulled blankets towards her, burying her face in them. Her body tensed and he could feel her pussy tighten around him as she panted. Then she relaxed again and he continued as they had for much of the morning.

Two nights before my best friend Ellen and I decided to get it on in a casino hotel room. We had gone most of a decade without touching each other and now we had fucked nearly a half dozen times. What’s more is that we chose to do this at my bachelor party and Ellen is supposed to be my best man. The rest of our group, including the bride's step-brother, are either too drunk or too stupid to see what’s going on. My life is a clusterfuck. Read more »

Testament of the multiple times I watched my best friend fuck someone in our hotel room. [M/F]

Ellen is has been my best friend for years. I asked her to be the best man at my wedding and so far she’s done a bang up job. She’s gathered a bunch of friends and family in Reno for a weekend. They are all waiting for us because we had to go get something from the room. Actually we just needed an excuse to go back to the room after breakfast so I could bend Ellen over the bathroom sink and stick my dick in her pussy.

But that’s not the story I’m telling right now. I'll get back to it later.

Instead I want to rewind again to a trip much like this that happened years before. The first time I was in Reno with Ellen. It was my twenty-first birthday, my parents and all our old friends piled into cars and drove out to celebrate. She and I split a room (two beds) with a friendly agreement that we would be courteous if either of us needed the room. For fucking and stuff. duh. Read more »

Testament of how I spent my Bachelor Party fucking my best gal pal who was also my Best Man [M/F]

Earlier this summer I was the male maid of honor at my best friends wedding. Over the course of the weekend I went on a sexual bender and buggered every bridesmaid and a wedding planner. I wrote about it.

However years before… the bride was the best man in my wedding. A complete clusterfuck of a wedding that luckily never came to fruition. However before it was called off there was a bachelor party in Reno and things got dirty. This is the true story.

Two nights before I left for Reno when I get a text message from Ellen, my best man:

Marianne is out.

Meri is a good friend of ours. The last in a long line of old chums to drop out of this trip. It’s a bummer.

Now it’s just Casey, Micah, my sister, and Hillary…

This is a list of the most boring people on earth and my best man knows it. Family friends, cousins, and her sister who is underage which makes no fucking sense as to why she’s going to Reno at all.

They’ll all be in bed by midnight so we’ll just go out and party together? Read more »

I had secret sex with my bosses wife in a house full of people, including him. [M/F] another true tale from FancyNate

Last month I went on an absolute sexual bender at a wedding. You can read about it here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3bh9o1/testament_of_a_male_maid_of_honor_who_had_sex/?ref=share&ref_source=link I wrote down what happened and posted on reddit under a stupid pen name. It was a rush. So I thought I'd tell you all another story I'll have to keep secret forever…

I had sex with my bosses wife in a house full of people. Including him.

You see I make a small portion of my living as glorified circus performer. This is Portland, nuff said. My group and I perform at various festivals throughout the year but our biggest gig occurs at this sleepy coastal town in the middle of summer. The chamber of commerce hires us for a weekend, we roll around like rock stars, drink for free, and they even put us all up in an honest to god beachside mansion.

This is what happened two years ago. Read more »

Testament of a male Maid of Honor who had sex with every Bridesmaid [m/f] part 4 FINAL

The fourth and final installment about true events that happened over three days in June.

My best friend asked me to be her maid of honor despite being a man. In the days leading up to the wedding I had flings with the wedding planner and two fellow bridesmaids (Links Below). This is the true story of how it happened.

As the male maid of honor I planned for everything. I'd never worn this hat before and intended to knock it out of the park. I'd also been treating the entire event like my own personal rumspringa. We weren't quite to the level where I was having some kind of sexual meltdown but I was obviously in uncharted territory. One. Two. Three. Counting in my head while refilling champagne flutes. One. Two. Three. The bridal party scattered amongst the room getting ready. I have had sex with three of the people in the room in the last twenty-four hours. The over dramatic Don Juan act was spinning in my head and it was deafening. What if they all decide they want to have sex with me again, right now? Shut up You fool and keep the bride calm. Read more »

Testament of a male Maid of Honor who had sex with every Bridesmaid [m/f] part 3

The third installment about true events that happened over three days in June. made a few grammar changes I've caught

It was the evening of the day two. Tomorrow my best friend was getting married and I was her maid of honor. Her male maid on honor who at that point has already banged a bridesmaid in the back of a car and fucked the wedding planner in the bridal suite. Both these events are described in previous installments and I highly recommend you read both (Links Below). They are entirely true and happened over three days this June.

We were all gathered around a roaring fire. Twenty-five plus chairs full of people who had come to my best friends wedding held at some kind of weird sex camp. At least it was for me. Yet at that point we were all just relaxing while half drunk. Bridgette, the wedding planner, had turned in early. We'd made no plans for me to sneak into her cabin. Possibly because she was sharing with the grooms older sister. And Morgan… Where was Morgan? Hah. Who was I to think that she'd packed small trove of sex toys just for me. Fly high you sexual Eagle. Read more »

Testament of a male Maid of Honor who had sex with every Bridesmaid [m/f] part 2

Below is the second installment about true events that happened over three days in June.

If you haven't read the first part you should. It's good stuff and gods honest truth. Don't want to? Here's a quick recap: I am the male Maid of Honor with three other bridesmaids and my first duty was to pick up another bridesmaid at the airport and drive her to the wedding venue but on the way we eat steak, watch strippers, and sex it up in the back of the car. (Link below)

I'm in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Barely a cabin. Like eight pieces of wood nailed together. I'm at camp basically. I'm in a glorified dog house at a wedding being held at a camp and I'm assfucking a fellow bridesmaid. I know what you're thinking. Who brings high grade silicone lube to a place like this? The same girl who also brought two different vibrators and a nipple clamp. That'd be Morgan! Read more »

Testament of a male Maid of Honor who had sex with every Bridesmaid [m/f] part 1

Below is the testament of true events that happened over three days in June.

How did I end up the male Maid of Honor in a wedding? That's a decades worth of stories. How did I end up sleeping with each of the other bridesmaids over the course of the wedding? I honestly don't know. It just sorta happened.

My first job was to pick up Morgan at the airport. We were both old friends of the bride though we ran in different circles. Friends but not close friends. Morgan was the wild one, tall and slender and two drinks away from being absolute trouble. When we were young she kept a stable of men and would triumphantly proclaim that she simply did not sleep alone. I admired her but always kept distance.

Alright let's get to the dirty stuff. I pick her up, we exchange pleasantries, she's hungry, it's my town so where is the best grub? "Well funny thing, you know the best steakhouse in Portland is also a strip club?" True, look it up. Next thing we're eating steaks while getting a private show at 11:00am. We're swapping stories of sexual escapades. Having a few drinks. The dancers think Morgan's just the cutest thing. Was this planned? No. Yes. Let's go to the car. Read more »