[MF] – “The side of the house will do”, it was actually the front.

*minor details have been changed for privacy*

A few short months ago, a woman, I’ll call her Shelly. We were in an exclusive FWB situation. She’s around 5’7, athletic with great B-Cups, great ass and meaty gym legs. She’s between 40-45 and looks several years younger. Despite how she looked physically, her personality was and still is my favourite aspect about her. I’m irish, 6’1, 185lbs and in good shape.

One night she came into the bar I was working part-time in for a birthday party. She was wearing a form fitting black dress with a slit up along one side of the legs and beautiful black heels. All eyes were on her but my cock was already erect, the thin material of my suit pants not hiding much. Her and I had an agreement that we wouldn’t acknowledge one another too much when I was working – too many eyes and ears. This of course added to the fun of it all. She got to get stuffed with a big thick irish cock and I got to fuck that tiny, tight little pussy. That and we both actually liked one another a lot.

[MFM] Part 4 – Spit roasting Heidi

Link to Part1:

[MF] Part 1 – The Horny Housekeepers
by u/Gohtdamnleprechaun in gonewildstories

*****

Personally, I don’t think I’m very good at writing erotica despite the fact I’ll be publishing a book this year. Oh well, can’t have the ability to do everything.

This will be the final part in this series of memories. My time with Heidi, her genuine kindness and her insatiable sexual appetite will stay with me for the rest of my days.

*****

In the previous post, Part 3, I had agreed to the three-sum but no to the crossing swords – anything gay. I Had just turned 25 a few months before this and 2-3 years prior I had an apportunity to step outside my comfort zone and try homosexuality. Growing up in homophobic ireland meant that a young uninfluenced me would’ve gone on to be Bisexual and comfortably but alas, we’re all products of our environments. For the better and for worse.

[MF] Part 3 – “Heidi, you’re such a whore”

Link to Part 1:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/111fnkg/mf_part_1_the_horny_housekeepers/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/111fnkg/mf_part_1_the_horny_housekeepers/)

—The backstory here is important to this part of the story, so bear with me until the sex happens—

At the end of the previous story, Heidi’s husband Phil, who’s French-Canadian picked me up outside my house. I was ready to rock n’roll the second I seen him. On the drive over my intuition was calm around the guy. He seemed cool enough but something about him didn’t sit quite well, and that something wasn’t the drug habit Heidi had mentioned but rather something I found familiar. They really did live a super short drive away, and even now 7+ years later, I could probably find their house again – I was there so often from this point onward.

We pulled into the driveway and Phil told me that their daughter was inside so to just relax with a beer. He’ll bring her over to her grandmothers shortly.

I walked into Heidi’s Kitchen and that big smile of hers and wild red curly hair was immeditely in my face, her arms wrapped around me.

“Welcome to my home Mr. Irish.”

[MF] Part 2 – Tina takes control & puts our jobs at risk

Part 2 – Tina takes control, our jobs at risk

If you haven’t read Part 1, you’ll find a link here:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/111fnkg/mf_part_1_the_horny_housekeepers/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/111fnkg/mf_part_1_the_horny_housekeepers/)

A few days passed us all by after my shenanigans with Heidi. Within those few days Heidi would playfully steal kisses and slap my ass. In return and where possible I’d pin her to the wall out of shot of the camera’s and lean in for a quick kiss but stop myself short. Barely a hairs width away from her lips, her hot breath beating down on my own lips. Only to flick her mouth with my tongue and playfully run off leaving her swearing at me with a clenched fist.

SUnday rolled around and it was a quieter day in the hotel, which I relished after a nightmarish first few days. The backlog was 30 A4 pages of work. Tensions with the GM Ned were palpable, when he wasn’t tipsy on vodka he was mean and he protected Bradly against any neysayers. A day or two before he had confronted me in one of the bedrooms while I was repairing the wall around a window – part of my Trade so it was easily done for me. Ned comes bounding into the room, his big 6’5 frame. Ned blew out his knee which is why he retired but he was still an imposing sight and not a man you want to have aggressively come toward you.

[MF] Part 1 – The Horny Housekeepers

Recently while travelling in eastern europe and for one reason or another I remembered a host of escapdes I had with women in a past job. The sheer amount of fucking and how and where we did it is worthy of typing down and sharing – at least I think so.

Several years back I lived out in Alberta, Canada in one of the cities. At this point in my career as a Tradesman I wanted to move into Hotel Maintenance. Why? Because of the steady pay-cheque and the not having to hunt people down to get paid and to also expand my trade skills into different area’s. My reason was simple “One day I’ll build my own house”.

Two days into my maintenance job there was a massive backlog of work. The long time maintenance man was 60 years old and preferred to do crosswords and drink vodka with then then General Manager. While ultiamtely this would come back to bite the GM, the maintenance man I’ll refer to as “Bradly” would go on to become a dear friend and would show me the decades of skills he had.

[MF] Sex with a Lesbian – Part 2 “Booty called”

If you haven’t read part one, I high suggest to start there. You’ll find it here:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x6lz5w/mf_sex_with_a_lesbian/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x6lz5w/mf_sex_with_a_lesbian/)

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Nearly a week had passed since I’d heard anything from Alice and I’d honestly just told myself “right, that was that, I won’t see her again. She got what she wanted, so, let’s move on too. Plus, it’s not like I’ll have a relationship with a lesbian after all.” I was honestly pissed off because I’d been ghosted, I didn’t feel used per say but being ghosted is one of my biggest pet hates.

Last night rolls around and I’m doing a long ass shift in the Bar I work in here in London. Time felt like it was dragging but nope, I just started far too early. I won’t lie, I felt like shit. Friday night I’d been out with Tasha (again) and I had a bad pint of beer somewhere and my body reacted. Even by Sunday morning I wasn’t feeling great. You add the fact that my sinus flared up and when Alice did pop in, I hadn’t eaten in 8 fucking hours. Lol.

[MF] Fingerblasting an ex-Nun in Hyde Park in the middle of the day

This happened about 3 weeks ago and for the sake of privacy and the fact that the woman in question is still quite devout despite not being in the “Order” I’ll be replacing and altering minor details.

Anne is an Irish woman in her mid-30’s, dark hair and light coloured eyes. Physically she has the body of a regular yoga practitioner but has a bit of extra meat in her ass and hips. Her breasts are a great C-cup and her personality was and still is absolute dynamite and one of her most attractive traits.

We matched on the dating apps both at home in Ireland but for reasons unknown we never spoke. I recalled her face quickly when we matched here in London and was taken aback. Most of her photos didn’t accurately depict the woman I would soon meet. In that she was much more curvy and attractive. The one thing that stood out right away was her personality. And when we met I felt an instant spark and I knew intuitively that “I’m going to have fun with this woman.”

[MF] Sex with a Lesbian

A month ago I [M33] made the move back to London for a good job that came with good opportunities. Given how things are beginning to spiral in Ireland I was all but too happy to leave. Fast forward a few weeks one of the girls at work Tasha wanted me to go out for a few drinks with her, stating that her usual friends weren’t around and I had to fill in. lol. She’s a good chick and funny AF and we get on like a house on fire. Plus, she was dead horny and needed dick. I’m off the firm belief that you don’t “Screw the crew” in a job – to hell with that.

Tasha and I hit up one or two bars and the hour was late to begin with. I was on the face about heading down the road to a late bar, I’d passed by the place and just didn’t like the look of it, that and I’d heard about the owner, that they’ve more than a few screws loose.

All in all, I was happy to be out with Tasha but I had absolutely no expectations at all.

[MF] My friends Slutty Aunt

It’s been a little while since I posted. Life got crazy busy.

Im 33, 6’1″, in good shape with a viking hair cut and a beard. Generally well groomed and dressed.

Now that that is out of the way I had a rather interesting week around a month ago. While the story isn’t about the following lady, mentioning her is important. I’d been dating this woman “Inesa” from Lithuania and she was probably one of the most beautiful women I’d ever laid eyes upon. And she was great in the sack too. Her breasts were a small C cup but they were perky and full; her body was strong from yoga and years of swimming but she’d put on a bit of weight which really suited her. And a majority of that weight went to her bubble butt. But it was her pussy that was simply mouth watering…literally. She had a perfect pussy with big labia that wrapped around your cock when you fucked her. I was having issues with Inesa, she had been in a bad relationship before me and hadn’t managed to work through some of those issues, So there were plenty of red flags. Sufficed to say, our brief time dating was coming to an end. Unfortunately. This had put me in a rather sombre mood and I had to return to my home town for some legal stuff that had to be done face-to-face.

[MF] Don’t fuck my sister!

This event happened some 8 years ago now or so. I’ve dated a little too much over the years, so I’ve a tendency to forget some of my *escapades*. I recalled this one last night when I was chatting to a work colleague. A large portion of it is quite clear but I’ll be paraphrasing in parts.

A little about me: Irish, 6’1″, 175lbs, athletic, short fair hair and a well kept red beard.

In my early twenties I lived with one of my best mates and his girlfriend after I broke up with a crazy and toxic AF ex-GF. I’ll refer to them as Jack and Jill, as they don’t play much of a part in the story beyond some context.

Jill and I never really got along, but she loved my friend and so did I. So we did our best to be civil. Jill was, and still is to this day one of the most psychotic people I have ever met. Needless to say, I can be overprotective, thus our relationship was hit and miss.