[FM] I film a couple having sex (part 1)

A couple of months ago I got a message here on reddit from a girl, just saying she liked my stories.

It was a sweet message, and I liked the way she wrote, so I wrote back and said thank you. Over the next few days we exchanged lots of messages, chatting about our lives, getting to know each other a little bit.

She is late 20s like me, engaged to her boyfriend, a nurse in a local hospital. We moved from reddit messages to whatsapp, exchanging chats and photos. I liked her a lot, and we got along really well.

The chats turned a little naughty as we talked about our sex lives, and fantasies. One evening I chatted to her and her boyfriend on skype, we all had quite a lot of wine and things got sexy… clothes came off on both sides of the conversation, and I played and directed them while they made out and had sex. Very naughty, very sexy!

The next day she sent me a capture of their side of the skype, but the quality wasn’t great. She said it was a shame, because they’d love to have a proper, good quality video of themselves making love.

[FM] Overheard newlywed sex.

Sorry I haven’t posted for a while. I’ve actually been in a relationship for the past few months so I’ve been having sex instead of writing about it! But I figured I’d drop by to tell you about what happened on Saturday, because it was hot.

As usual, I was singing at a wedding on Saturday evening. The venue was a big town hall up in the midlands – they’d been married in the nearby church and were using the hall for reception, dinner and dancing. I was booked to play the piano from 4pm, as they got ready for dinner, then to sing with the band for after dinner dancing. I arrived about 3pm, just after they came out of the church.

I had driven from London so I was wearing casual clothes. I met the best man when I arrived, and he showed me around, where the piano was and where we would be playing, and also showed me the changing rooms behind the stage where I could get changed into my dress.

[FM] Me and Ben go to a sex show. The closest I’ve ever come to group sex.

This is another story about me and Ben. It takes place during the summer after my first year at university, and it is about one of the kinkiest things I have ever done in my life. It’s also probably the last story about Ben which I will write, because I’m running out of naughty stories to tell. Being the kinkiest, I’ve deliberately left this one until last.

It is coming to the end of the summer. After getting together at the end of our summer term (as told in this story [here](https://redd.it/67nceg) ), Ben and I have been a couple for around three months.

For the last two weeks of the summer, we have been traveling around Europe. Staying in hostels, walking in the countryside, having sex on beaches. It has been a lovely holiday. Towards the end of the second week we arrive in Amsterdam, out last stop before heading black to England. I’m a few months pregnant at this point, not with Ben’s baby, but that doesn’t bother him. Nearly four months in, my baby bump is showing clearly, and my libido, already high, has gone insane. We’ve spent the whole holiday having endless sex, and it has been incredible – still one of the best holidays of my life!

[FM] A rainstorm, some photos, and oral sex on the London Eye.

For those of you who don’t know, the London eye is a 120m tall Ferris wheel on the banks of the Thames in London.

It rotates slowly without stopping, taking around 35 minutes for a full rotation. The glass walled pods take around 20-30 people each, with a rail around the outside where you can stand and watch the view, and bench seats in the middle. It doesn’t stop to let people on and off, it just moves slowly enough that people walk out one side of the pod at the bottom, and people from the queue step on for their 35 minute ride above London.

It is extremely popular and almost always busy, with long queues to get on during the popular tourist months.

This story takes place during the summer after my first year at university. For once, I have a steady boyfriend. His name is Ben, and I wrote about how we got together [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/67nceg/mf_a_story_about_the_nicest_guy_i_know_and_how_i/). This story takes place around 2 months later.

I’m living with my parents for the summer while Ben stays in London, working on his PhD. (Post doc students don’t get a summer break.) Newly together and all loved up, we’ve been visiting each other almost every weekend.

[mf] Cum on my tits. A short, hot, naughty confession.

After my two recent very long posts, this one is short, filthy, and hot. It’s about one morning back at university and a very naughty ten minutes that until now, I have never confessed to anyone.

It is the weekend of my 19th birthday, half way through my first year at university. I’m spending the weekend with my school friend Fiona, in her shared university house in Bristol.

Saturday night we go out, pubs and then a club. It’s Me and Fiona, her housemates Gemma and Lucy, and a bunch of their friends. Lucy has agreed to spend the night with her boyfriend so I can have her room.

We have a great time, lots of booze and dancing. I’m sort of in the mood to pull but it doesn’t happen – I get chatting to a guy and we kiss but it doesn’t go any further. I kill the disappointment by getting smashed on vodka with the girls. Gemma has more luck, she pulls a nice looking arts student, and he comes with us as we stagger back to the house.

[mf] Hot sex in a cold tent. The true story of last Saturday night.

Thank you everyone who has left such lovely comments about my previous stories. This is another present-day story for you, about something lovely that happened to me last weekend. It takes a while to get to the sex, and it’s not kinky or even that much out of the ordinary. But it was extremely memorable, and I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed what I’m about to tell.

Last Saturday night my band were playing at a wedding in Yorkshire. Standard stuff, but this wedding was a little unusual in being held miles from anywhere, in a field high up on the Dales. They had a huge marquee for dinner and dancing, with a generator for power. All around were big fields for guests to camp. Everyone was camping, even the bride and groom had their own teepee tent; all the other guests had brought their own.

When the band company that I work for took the booking they were told the nearest accommodation was in a village 40 minutes away by car; the nearest town was over an hour’s drive. Accommodation costs for the band are a standard part of the package, and usually just means a nearby hotel; this one was a little unusual. With the band booked to play until midnight, plus time for packing up, we were clearly going to have to camp with the guests.

[MF] A story about the nicest guy I know and how I took his virginity.

It is nearly the end of my first year at university, and I am 20 years old. I am also two months pregnant, but at this point nobody knows it except me. It hasn’t started to show.

Being primarily a music school, the college doesn’t have a big IT department. Computer support is provided by a small department of mostly middle aged men, who have a habit of staring at your tits while you talk. For the most part, I keep well clear.

But they have an assistant, part time – a computing PhD student from the science university next door. His name is Ben and he’s first year PhD, so around 22 – a couple of years older than me.

I’ve seen Ben a couple of times, helping people out in our computer room, and setting things up before lectures. He’s medium height, pale, slightly podgy, with bad geeky clothes. Nothing to make a girl look twice, in other words – a typical geek. But watching him help out over the course of the year, I find I actually do look twice, and see a bit more than the geeky exterior. When he helps people with their IT problems he is kind, patient and knowledgeable. He answers questions politely, without the condescending lectures of his colleagues, and when he smiles his face looks – for want of a better description – kind. Over the year he has helped me out a couple of times with minor problems, always solving them quickly, and despite his evident shyness he is well liked by everyone in my year.

[MF] The bet. (Repost with small edits to comply with forum rules. Sorry everyone who’s read this before.)

‘I bet I can make you cum in less than 5 minutes…’

Another true story from university days. I’m 19, sitting in my friend David’s room at Cambridge university, and we’re chatting about sex.

David has been one of my closest friends since we were little kids, growing up in the same village. We went to school together, primary then secondary, and though we hung out with a big group of mates we would probably refer to each other as best (opposite sex) friends.

Despite this, we had never been a couple. People would say ‘seriously why did you guys never get together, you’d be great’, but we never did. I don’t really know why, there’s no single reason. We both went out with other people through school, neither of us really seeing the other as a potential partner, but we stayed close and shared secrets just the same. We are still close friends to this day.

People would also ask ‘doesn’t the sexual tension between you guys just get unbearable?’ It didn’t, for the simple reason that we had, on a couple of occasions, had sex. Nobody knew, not even my closest female friends – it was our deepest mutual secret.

[F] Afternoon masturbation, and a glimpse inside the workings of my dirty mind.

So far on this forum I’ve posted four stories about things which happened in my teens and early twenties. I’ve got a few more of those to come, but I thought it was time for something a bit more up to date. In fact I’m going to write about something which hasn’t even happened, yet… but it will have by the time I click ‘submit’.

I’m at home, alone. The girls are both with their dad until tomorrow (well technically he’s only the actual father of one of them, but they visit together), so I have the house all to myself. My chores are done, the house is tidy. I’m working this evening but there are a couple of hours before I need to leave, so now I’m going to masturbate. I’m going to lie on my bed and lose myself in sexual fantasy, then I’m going to come back here to my laptop and tell you all about it. I don’t know exactly how my fantasy will turn out or what I’m going to do, but I know it’s going to be fun! Off I go…

**(20 minutes later)**

[mf] The bet.

‘I bet I can make you cum in less than 5 minutes…’

Another true story from university days. I’m 19, sitting in my friend David’s room at Cambridge university, and we’re chatting about sex. David has been one of my closest friends since we were little kids, growing up in the same village. We went to school together, primary then secondary, and though we hung out with a big group of mates we would probably refer to each other as best (opposite sex) friends.

Despite this, we had never been a couple. People would say ‘seriously why did you guys never get together, you’d be great’, but we never did. I don’t really know why, there’s no single reason. We both went out with other people through school, neither of us really seeing the other as a potential partner, but we stayed close and shared secrets just the same. We are still close friends to this day.

People would also ask ‘doesn’t the sexual tension between you guys just get unbearable?’ It didn’t, for the simple reason that we had, on a couple of occasions, had sex. Nobody knew, not even my closest female friends – it was our deepest mutual secret.