[F]irst time exploring with a [F]riend

This happened the summer of 1997 shortly after HS graduation for reference.

The summer before college is truly a unique time in one’s life. You are on the cusp of being an “adult” but are still holding on to the the idea of being forever young. And I was taking stock of my experience before college. I was not a virgin, I had sucked more than a couple cocks, I had been eaten out. At this time I had not had group sex but was open to it and had never hooked up with a girl.

I ended up taking a job at a local sandwich shoppe. It was owned by a married couple and whereas the wife was clearly where the money came from (her maiden name was that of the wealthiest family in the area) but her misogynistic husband ran operations. I was one of 3 girls working there under the age of 40, and one of 2 girls working there under the age of 30 along with another recent HS graduate named Kristy. The two of us were the recipients of most of the sexual comments made by the owner. He would do things like make us retrieve things from the freezer so he could watch our nipples get hard. Whereas guys could wear what they wanted, we were encouraged to wear shorts or preferably skirts. So Kristy and I became fast work friends and support partners.

When I [F]inally Gave In To Te[M]ptation

This happened in the early part of second year of law school when I was 25 and had been married for about 18 months. So infidelity trigger warning.

Those who have read my stories before know I was and still am very sex positive. In my early to mid-20’s I was in the best shape of my life. I was down to a size 8 with full 34C boobs and very little jiggle left. My husband and I were going to the gym multiple times a week. At this point my workout regimen was producing better results than my husband and I was getting a lot of attention.

This particular September morning, my husband woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Every little thing was annoying him and he was being a dick. Before he headed out to work I reminded him I had a late class and a study group that night so I would not be home until late. He made a snide, hyperbolic comment about me never being home anymore, despite this only being one night per week. So he had me in a mood too before I left.

A [F]reaky Sunday [M]orning Domination Session

This happened yesterday afternoon. Our kid was at a friend’s house and I was watching TV in our bed. My husband was getting some housework done. When he finished up he came up to see with a devilish glint in his eye. He asked if I wanted to play, if was a bit horny so I said sure. He left the room and came back with 2 ties and told me to grab the metal bed frame, so I did, and he tied each hand so I did not have much wiggle room.

Next, he kissed my forehead, then my lips, before aggressively pulling my shorts and panties off. He kissed my neck as he rubbed my clit and to my surprise I was almost instantly wet. After teasing my clit for less than a minute, he pulled my shirt up, freeing my bra-less boobs and pinched my nipples, hard, then harder still, garnering some gasps.

The Sha[M]e[F]ul Thing I Did – Part 1

Some may wonder how one stays sexually deviant, well it looks starts with the the following…

My 20th year (I am 42 now) circling the sun on this rock was a rough one to say the least. It started shortly after my birthday when my Grandmother passed, which accelerated my Father’s alcoholism. My mother was enjoying her divorced life on the other side of the country. I ended up taking a sabbatical the first semester of my Junior year and in my own depression gained some weight and was up to a size 16 (from an 8-10). This did give me some nice 36DD boobs, so small win? So needless to say I was in a very dark place and my self-esteem was at an all-time low.

AOL had just rolled out their unlimited plan, so I was spending a lot of time in random chat rooms, which usually devolved into some very sexual chatrooms. One night, or day, I really lost track at this point, I met an older guy (35) who lived about 4 hours away. He revealed he was black, which to a girl from a Vermont was exotic. As we chatted, it got very sexual, and he convinced me to have “cybersex”. Although this is was the ancestor of sexting, at the time it was seen as being for the losers of the world, but that is where I felt I belonged.

The [F]irst Ti[M]e in Public

This happened back in 1998 when I was 19 years old. At that time I was 5’5, shoulder length light brown hair, 32C boobs, and I was a size 8 to 10. I was with my thn boyfriend who we’ll call Logan, he was 6’1, 190 lbs, and cut as he played for our college lacrosse team. So now that you know what we look like, here we go…

It was a hot July night and I was visiting my boyfriend in Massachusetts. We decided to go up to Hampton Beach in New Hampshire for the evening and walk around the boardwalk and beach. It was actually somewhat dead that night compared to the norm, but still plenty of fratholes making cat calls and what not. Since it was hot out, I had on a red tube top and cutoff denim shorts, so I was getting attention which drove my BF nuts.

My [F]irst [M]arried Threeso[M]e

I have previously written about an amazing experience my husband and I had on vacation. This story takes place about 2 months later.

During a game of truth or dare my husband (Ryan) revealed he had a fantasy of having a group of guys run a train on me while I blew my husband and thanked him for the experience. This revelation blew me away, sure I knew he wanted a FFM experience, but nothing in the previous 10 years suggested he wanted to share me.

After we returned home, I eventually worked up the courage to ask him about that fantasy. In which he went into great detail and told me how he never really knew how much watching me fuck someone would turn him on.

We started slow at first, generally I would blow him while he told me what would be being done to me. This eventually progressed to me using a mounted dido while blowing him to simulate the experience. The dirty things he said would get me so hot as I blew him that I was starting to like the idea, but was unsure if I could handle that.

My [F]irst [M]arried Swap With a [F]un couple from [M]aryland – The Next Night

This is the follow-up from my last story. You can read about Night 1 [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ok39lg/my_first_married_swap_on_vacation_with_a_fun/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

In rereading my last post I saw I forgot to describe our friends and give names, so here we go. Moving forward I (31F) am Corey, my husband (37M) is Ryan.

Joanna (30F) was about 5’4, curly Auburn hair, and a bit chubby but not fat at all, as most of it went to her 38D boobs. Kyle (24M) was 6’1, black & Hispanic mix, and muscular. I was under the impression he was a fling after her divorce.

So now what that is all squared away, we’ll move to the next night, which was their last night at the resort. That night we made plans to go to fancy restaurant at the resort, where you dressed up. My husband was basic with a sport coat over a button-up and a khakis. I wore a form fitting little black dress, with heels, a flattering bra, and no panties per my husband’s request. When we got to dinner Joanna had on a short blue dress that revealed plenty of cleavage and a Sharon Stone leg cross revealed she too was commando. Kyle wore a sport coat over a white linen shirt and slacks that accentuated his large package.

My [F]irst [M]arried swap on vacation with a [F]un couple from [M]aryland.

Back in 2010 my parents gifted my husband (37M) and I (31F) a 10 day trip to a Sandals resort in Jamaica for our anniversary and a belated graduation gift. I was then 5’7, 34C, and fit but some jiggle. My husband was 6’2, 220 lbs, with a former college athlete Dad bod. So we aren’t models, but above average.

It was an all-inclusive resort so alcohol was always flowing. The second night we met a couple at dinner (30F/24M) and really hit it off. We had (lots) of drinks and then went back to their suite and smoked a couple of the best joints I have ever had. There was a strong sexual vibe and flirting, but that night nothing really happened outside of some minor girl on girl groping.

We each had different activities booked the next morning, but decided to go out to dinner again. As we were getting ready my husband asked what I thought would happen that night. I was honest that it was clear she wanted to fuck him and asked him if he wanted to fuck her. This caught him off guard and I loved watching him squirm as he got visibly hard as he said “Um” over and over. I went over and started stroking him over his pants while biting my lip with my dough eyes looking up at him and said “You can say yes.”

My (then 19F) First Threesome [FMM]

Long-time lurker, first time poster. Trigger warning, intoxication was involved but everything was consensual. No names are real, even mine.

This happened my sophomore year at a small private college in New England. It was early in the Fall semester and I was still getting over being dumped by the “love of my life” that summer. He was not my first and only, but the young dumb me thought he was end game and was devastated.

My friend Sara decided after seeing me spend a week in sweatpants I needed to get out and forget him. So she rounded up the friend group and we headed out with our pathetically obvious fake IDs to the local bar that had no worries. Multiple rounds of shots were had and for the first time in a month I was not preoccupied with lost love.