Author: FearlessPhilosopher3

The neighbor’s son [Group]

Continuing on from [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10zuk27/getting_to_know_the_neighbors_group/) story.

Vinny’s eyes got an evil glint in them when our neighbor, Bill, told us his son was 18. “Do you mind if we invite him over sometime?” he asked, always the organizer. “He’s an adult, free to enjoy himself,” Bill replied. “I’ll even go so far as to tell him what an amazing fuck you are,” Bill said, caressing my tits. “I doubt the kid is a virgin, but don’t know how much experience he’s had. This will make a man of him!” Bill added. Father of the Year candidate, right there!

The next morning I heard Vinny and my husband whispering, so knew something was up. They told me that they had selected an outfit for me to wear that evening, and to put it on about 6:00PM and come out onto the deck. The outfit in question left little to the imagination. It was a short, form-fitting mini-dress, and it was basically see-thru. There was a thong that was little more than dental floss and a pair of heels, but nothing else. When the time came, I put it on and went out onto the deck. Read more »

Getting to know the neighbors. [Group]

I’ve told the story of my Free Use summer [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10w4h1q/my_free_use_summer_mfm/). It’s important to read that to set the context of what happens here.

One Saturday morning that summer, my husband and Vinny started to have some fun with me in the kitchen. Many days started off with me sucking on their morning wood as they sipped their cappuccino, so this was nothing new. It soon became obvious that this was going to be a little more intense, as I had ended up on the kitchen table, sucking my husband’s cock while Vinny was going down on me.

As I was moaning around my husband’s cock from Vinny’s talented tongue, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Vinny said. He walked out of the room, still totally naked, as I continued to suck on my husband’s cock. (As at-home nudists, if visitors showed up at the door unexpected, they often got quite the view!) I heard the door close, and Vinny came walking back into the kitchen, accompanied by our neighbor, Bill! We had lived next to Bill for about 5 years, and knew him enough to be friendly, but that was it. I know he had seen me in my bikini in the backyard, and suspected he had seen me naked a week or two before, but wasn’t sure. Read more »

My Free Use Summer [MFM]

I’ve written before about our friend, Vinny. Two years after our first sexual encounter, he was having major construction done on his house during the summer, and it meant his plumbing, heating and cooling systems would be ripped out and replaced. We had an empty guest room, so invited him to stay with us during the construction.

He moved into the guest room, and that night he and my husband called me into the living room. I was wearing some shorts and a sports bra, which was usually about as much as I ever wore at home. The guys told me to get naked, as they had decided to set the rules for Vinny’s stay. As I obediently stood there naked in front of them, they decided how the next few weeks would go.

The rules were fairly straightforward:

From the moment I walked into the house, I was to be naked at all times, unless a particular outfit was requested.

I was to be Free Use for the duration of his visit. That meant that at any time, together or separately, the guys had free access to my body for their pleasure. Read more »

Fun with collar and cuffs! [MFM]

*Warning: There are aspects of race play in this story, with some politically incorrect language. If that’s not your thing, move on.*

During a visit to Los Angeles in 2017 we passed by a sex shop and went in for a little shopping. There was a leather bondage set – collar, cuffs and a leash. They were trimmed with lace, and had little heart shaped locks that fastened them in place. Girly bondage! We bought the set, thinking it could be fun.

A few weeks later we were in Charlotte, NC for an event, and had a beautiful suite at a hotel. My husband had directed me to pack the set, along with my “stripper heels” and a schoolgirl skirt. At breakfast that morning he told me we were going to give the set a trial run that afternoon, and that I should be prepared to be a very bad girl. As directed, I went up to the room after lunch and had a shower, applied some body oil, and put on the skirt and heels. Nothing else, as he told me to stay topless and with no underwear. Read more »

Sex with a good friend. [MFM]

We had known Vinny for several years. He was a few years older than us, never married, and lived about 10 minutes away. I jokingly referred to him as my “2nd husband”, because occasionally I would do his laundry, or go let his dog out while he was at work, etc. He was always at our place for dinner, or we would go to some of the clubs on the local beach together in the summer. In many ways, he felt like an older brother to me.

After we started going to the nude beach, we mentioned it to him in passing, and he told us that he also would go there! He also said that he was often naked on his property, which was a large 1 acre parcel enclosed by tall hedges. Very private, and beautifully landscaped with a pond, etc., all done by him. He told us that he was usually naked when gardening, and said we could come by anytime we liked to enjoy the freedom of the property. Read more »

The Day We Met “The Jackhammer” [MFM]

One early lifestyle encounter was with a guy we met on a swinger site. He was a mid-20’s mixed East Indian/White guy with a lean, smooth, well-defined body. Very handsome, actually, with piercing blue eyes and flawless caramel skin. He almost looked like a sculpture. His profile name was The Jackhammer, and he had only been in the lifestyle about a year or so.

Of course, we asked him about his profile handle, and he said it was because he could fuck for hours. We’ve heard that before from guys who turned out to be Minutemen, but decided to give him the opportunity to prove it.

We arranged to meet him at a hotel, and he opened the door to us completely naked. If anything, he was more magnificent in person than his photos had suggested. We stepped in, and I dropped to my knees, taking my cock between my lips. No need for an introduction when he was so obviously ready to go! His cock was about 7″, cut, and with a nice girth. Not overly thick, but in nice proportion to his body. Like the rest of him, visually appealing! After a few minutes of sucking and teasing my husband suggested be all get comfortable, so we got naked to join our host. Read more »

Bi Twink MMF [MMF]

Over the years we have tried several of the lifestyle websites and discarded most because there were more pic collectors than anything else. One site has been fantastic, though, and we’ve made dozens of real connections on it over the years.

We were in another city for work, staying at a lovely hotel. One afternoon my husband received a message from a young man on the site with the intriguing username of SubTwink. His name was Tom, he was 23, and wrote a good introductory message, not the usual, “Hey, let’s fuck!”

My husband invited him to meet at our hotel after work and called to tell me to expect some company. When I asked what my outfit should be, my husband told me heels, a body chain, and a smile. Message received! My husband walked into the room, and slowly walked around me. I was dressed as directed, with a slight sheen on my skin from the coating of massage oil I had applied. I got a deep, lingering kiss as a sign of his approval. Read more »

My First Gang Bang [Group] [F]

In 2003 I was 38 and my husband and I were in our second decade in the lifestyle. The majority of our adventures were MFM, an extra guy invited into the play. We had just moved to another state, and discovered that the guy who had been my first BBC was now stationed at a military base a few hours from where we were living.

It was New Year’s Eve Day, and my husband said we should have a reunion to bang in the new year. He invited Rob to meet us at a hotel mid-way between where we now lived and his military base. Rob said he had planned to hang out with one of his Army buddies, AJ, and would we mind if he came along? After hearing what the guy was like, my husband extended the invitation to include him. I had been with several other BBCs since my first encounter with Rob, but had never had two at the same time! Then to top it all off, my husband called a friend of his, another white guy who lived near the hotel, and told him about what was going down. All of a sudden I had four guys to service! Read more »

My Escort Years [F]

From 1992-2001 I occasionally worked as an escort. My husband and I were in the lifestyle (“swingers” to some), but the transition from purely recreational sex to becoming a sex worker taught me a lot of life lessons. I’m going to share a few memories and lessons learned.

First of all, why become an escort? The answer was simple – I could earn in an hour more than I took home in a week from my “regular” job. So, seeing a few clients in a week made a big difference in my income. I was “older” when I started escorting, already past my mid-20s in an industry that sees a lot of women 18-25. I had an all-natural, in shape body, and my looks were good, but I was never going to compete with the “10s” out there. If anything, I’m more the girl-next -door type. But I was incredibly successful due to two factors: Craigslist and TheEroticReview.

Craigslist was THE website in the 1990s for escorts to advertise. If I put an ad out there and showed I was available, I was guaranteed to have 8 or 10 inquiries in the first hour. But once I had been out there for a few weeks, customers started leaving reviews about me on TheEroticReview, and my email blew up! Like they say, a happy customer is the best advertising. Read more »

How we became “Swingers” [MFM]

My husband and I met when I was 16 and a virgin. He was my first sexual experience, and in 1992, 10 years later, when we had been married for 3 years, I had only ever had him as a partner. There was a very well-known nude beach about 20 minutes from where we lived at the time, and to celebrate our 10 years together, he suggested taking me there to “broaden my horizons”. I had always worked to stay in shape, was no stranger to minimal bikinis, and although my sexual history was limited, I wasn’t prudish. Besides, nude beaches weren’t about sex, they were about freedom and lack of inhibitions.

We went to the beach, and after a bit of hesitation I took off my bikini top. I didn’t get a second look from anyone (not an obvious one, anyway) and a few minutes later I was totally nude. As advertised, it felt liberating to enjoy the feeling of sun and water against my naked body. Everyone was friendly and welcoming to the “newbies” – much more friendly than people ever were at the “textile” beach, to be honest. Going there became a weekly ritual, and I quickly became used to being seen naked by total strangers. Read more »