Author: LaidOffProf

Two-Week Fling with My[F] Roommate[M] Part 4: Featuring My Impressive Throat and His Attentive Tongue

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[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gww9s8/twoweek_fling_with_myf_roommatem_part_3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

It was Tuesday night, and I was alone with Scott in the living room once again. We sat on the couch in a somewhat awkward state. We were talking, bullshitting about our work and our friends, but not really looking at each other. Scott actually had his eyes closed for most of the conversation, intentionally not looking at me. He was avoiding the elephant in the room so deliberately that I thought this was his way of saying he didn’t want to continue our sexual adventures. And then it happened. The tension broke. Scott opened his eyes, looked at me hungrily, and leaned in just a bit. I did the same, and our soft kissing soon gave way to more passionate making out. His hands grabbed at my back and felt up my chest; he had definitely taken my advice about being more assertive. He slipped his hands under my shirt, working his way up to my bra and unclasping it effortlessly. As he kissed along my collar bones, I felt myself begin to soak through my black satin underwear. There was something so forbidden, so erotic, about doing this with my best friend. I wanted more. Read more »

Two-Week Fling with My[F] Roommate[M] Part 3: Swallowing His Load

The basement was partially finished, and one of our roommates had a spare couch that wouldn’t fit in the living room, so there was a small sitting area amongst the other odds and ends we stored down there. When Scott and I got to the basement, we immediately landed on the couch.

We nervously began making out, really feeling each other’s bodies for the first time. I grabbed his dick again, and this time I knew I wanted to do more than just touch it. “Can you take your pants off?” I asked. I’m notorious for accidentally snapping the waistband against my husband’s dick in my excitement, and I figured that was not a good way to start things off. Scott pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles, revealing a decent-sized cock that was very well-groomed. I continued jacking him off, watching his eyes roll back in his head, then asked “Can I blow you?” He seemed surprised, but nodded enthusiastically. Read more »

Two-Week Fling with My[F] Roommate[M] Part 2: Titties and Handjobs

Note: Although this happened six years ago, I know that the dialogue is accurate because most of this story is copy/pasted from the email I wrote to my husband the day after it happened. Part of our agreement was that I had to give him details of everything I did with Scott. I never thought I’d be sharing this with the internet, but here we are!

[Here’s Part 1!](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gwpyvy/twoweek_fling_with_myf_roommatem_part_1_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

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Scott and I were both busy on Sunday, so we didn’t get a chance to talk about what had transpired on Saturday night. On Monday, he went to work and I went to school; I was a TA in addition to taking my own classes, so I spent most of my time on campus. When I got home Monday evening, I made some dinner and watched TV with three of my roommates, including Scott. We deliberately waited for everyone else to leave so that we could have a moment alone. After one of our roommates had gone to bed and the others had left for their night shifts, I curled up next to Scott on the couch, and he walked me through all of the conversations we normally have as best friends: “Are you okay? John will be home soon, that’s good! Everything good? You seem like you’re thinking really hard about something. Wanna talk about it?” Read more »

Two-Week Fling with My[F] Roommate[M] Part 1: The Buildup

About six years ago, I rented a large house with four friends from undergrad (it was way cheaper than any of us getting our own places). My husband John was active duty, and I had just started grad school hundreds of miles away, so it was nice to have a little community around me (and, I cannot stress this enough, the rent was very cheap). There were three guys and one other girl in the house, and for the most part we all got along. We all had our own rooms and worked a variety of schedules, so it never felt too cramped. The only big drawbacks were that I had to wear pants in communal areas, and my roommates didn’t appreciate my habit of taking a scalding shower until the hot water runs out or my skin burns off, whichever comes first. Still, it was a nice living arrangement near the university, and it left me with a lot of booze money. Read more »

Met our friend’s new gf and had them all in my [f] bed a few hours later (Part 2)

When we got back home, John and Miles went to the kitchen to make more drinks. I could hear them muttering to each other, clearly hoping that they would get to see some action.

Carly and I stayed in the living room, sitting next to each other on the couch. I don’t remember who made the first move, but when John and Miles returned with our drinks a few minutes later, Carly was laid out on her back and I was on top of her. Our mouths were too busy for the drinks.

Miles and John were thrilled with this development. After watching us for a while (it could have been 5 minutes or 20, I was distracted), John suggested that we should move upstairs.

Carly and I enthustically agreed, and Miles looked like Christmas had come early. I don’t remember taking my clothes off, but by the time we reached our queen sized bed, Carly and I were completely naked and the boys were down to their underwear. Read more »

Met our friend’s new gf and had them all in my [f] bed a few hours later (Part 1)

First post here, I hope you enjoy! This story happened a few years ago. My husband John’s friend, Miles, came to visit from out of town, and he brought his new girlfriend, Carly. John and Miles served together in the military, and we hadn’t seen him in over a year. The guys were excited to catch up. Fortunately, Carly and I hit it off right away, and we all decided to walk a few blocks from our house to a local brewery and drink the night away. It was the middle of the week, but the NBA Finals were on so there were more people than usual at the bar, and we sat on the patio bullshiting about life for a few hours.

The craft beer was strong and the cocktails were expertly mixed, and the warm spring breeze was refreshing after a long Midwest winter. Carly, however, was from Florida, and she was unaccustomed to 68 degree weather being considered “warm.” Her breasts stood at attention under her light blouse, revealing the outline of her cold, pierced nipples. Read more »