With my Wife’s Sister, Just Before the Wedding [FM]

It was a day before my wedding. My girlfriend, Anne, and I had been together forever and we’d finally decided to make it formal. We’d rented a beautiful little B&B out in the countryside and the wedding party went out a few days in advance to get everything ready. We kept the wedding party very small. My brother was my best man and Anne’s sister her maid of honor. That was everyone.

Anne and I had a huge honeymoon suite with an enormous bed and great view. After a morning getting things set up I walked in to our suite and found Anne, facing away from me, trying on an incredibly sexy white corset, with matching stockings. I recognized it as the wedding lingerie she’d bought. I snuck up behind her, cupped her breasts and pulled her close to nibble on her ear.

“Excuse me?” I looked up to see Anne glaring at me from the bathroom. I spun the woman in my arms around. It was Anne’s sister, Diana. Normally the two women hardly resembled each other at all. But the previous night Diana had dyed her hair to match Anne’s exactly. I found out later that Anne was pretty angry about it.

Housewarming [FMF]

One of the trigger points in my relationship with my long term girlfriend Anne came when we tried to move in together. It was stressful, for a number of reasons, and it ultimately led to us breaking up. The break up didn’t last long, but while we were apart I finally moved in to my own apartment. It was not, by any standard, a glorious place. It was a three story walk up with yellow walls, a stunning view of the parking lot and a very thin floor. My downstairs neighbor was a nice guy but he was frequently tapping the ceiling to remind me that he could hear everything.

That was usually OK. I was happy to have the place, but I didn’t usually invite too many people over. It wasn’t a great place to party. In fact, the first real guests I had, not counting the friends that helped me move, were Anne and our friend Lindsay. The three of us had recently had a couple of confusing, but ultimately very exciting threesomes. Anne and I were back together as a couple and the two girls were spending a lot of time together.

Housewarming [FMF]

One of the trigger points in my relationship with my long term girlfriend Anne came when we tried to move in together. It was stressful, for a number of reasons, and it ultimately led to us breaking up. The break up didn’t last long, but while we were apart I finally moved in to my own apartment. It was not, by any standard, a glorious place. It was a three story walk up with yellow walls, a stunning view of the parking lot and a very thin floor. My downstairs neighbor was a nice guy but he was frequently tapping the ceiling to remind me that he could hear everything.

That was usually OK. I was happy to have the place, but I didn’t usually invite too many people over. It wasn’t a great place to party. In fact, the first real guests I had, not counting the friends that helped me move, were Anne and our friend Lindsay. The three of us had recently had a [couple of confusing, but ultimately very exciting threesomes.](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/riw7cm/reconciliation_fmf/) Anne and I were back together as a couple and the two girls were spending a lot of time together.

Fucking My Friends Fiancée [MF]

The hotel room was bright and clean and it had an amazing view of the city skyline. I was there with my best friend’s fiancée, Kim, and I was very nervous. Kim had been abroad studying for two years and her fiancée, Paul, had gotten very lonely. To keep him company we’d share my wife with him. She had jacked him off, blown him, fucked him and even let him fuck her ass, something Kim had never allowed. All this was with Kim’s support and encouragement. The women and Paul had decided that I deserved to be rewarded for agreeing to the events. And so I found myself in the hotel room, nude, with a naked Kim in front of me. She been back in the country less than a day.

I was very nervous. Anne, my wife, and I have a pretty robust sex life and have frequently involved other partners. But never had I been alone with another woman. For every experience with another woman, Anne had been there.

Fucking My Friends Fiancée [MF]

The hotel room was bright and clean and it had an amazing view of the city skyline. I was there with my best friend’s fiancée, Kim, and I was very nervous. Kim had been abroad studying for two years and her fiancée, Paul, had gotten very lonely. To keep him company we’d share my wife with him. She had jacked him off, blown him, fucked him and even let him fuck her ass, something Kim had never allowed. All this was with Kim’s support and encouragement. The women and Paul had decided that I deserved to be rewarded for agreeing to the events. And so I found myself in the hotel room, nude, with a naked Kim in front of me. She been back in the country less than a day.

I was very nervous. Anne, my wife, and I have a pretty robust sex life and have frequently involved other partners. But never had I been alone with another woman. For every experience with another woman, Anne had been there.

Reconciliation [FMF]

My girlfriend, Anne, and I had broken up. But we kept running into each and the previous night we’d had a threesome with Anne’s friend Lindsay. It hadn’t finished the best possible way, as Lindsay had run out afterwards. She thought of herself as completely straight and had been shocked and horrified that she had an earth shattering orgasm on Anne’s tongue.

So, I was more than a little surprised when the girls came over to my house the next night. They brought some wine and some food and we set up a little picnic in front of the TV while we watched a movie. Very little was said.

When Lindsay went to find a bottle opener I asked Anne what the hell was going on.

“Lindsay and I talked. We decided that we have the potential to be really good friends and that we didn’t want last night to ruin it. But it was still awkward to hang out so we decided that, as the only person who knew what was going on, you could be a buffer.”

“Thanks a bunch.” I muttered. Lindsay came back just then and we finished the bottle in record time. I went to scrounge up some beer before the opening credits had even finished.

Reconciliation [FMF]

My girlfriend, Anne, and I had broken up. But we kept running into each and the [previous night we’d had a threesome with Anne’s friend Lindsay](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rdo44t/breaking_up_fmf/). It hadn’t finished the best possible way, as Lindsay had run out afterwards. She thought of herself as completely straight and had been shocked and horrified that she had an earth shattering orgasm on Anne’s tongue.

So, I was more than a little surprised when the girls came over to my house the next night. They brought some wine and some food and we set up a little picnic in front of the TV while we watched a movie. Very little was said.

When Lindsay went to find a bottle opener I asked Anne what the hell was going on.

“Lindsay and I talked. We decided that we have the potential to be really good friends and that we didn’t want last night to ruin it. But it was still awkward to hang out so we decided that, as the only person who knew what was going on, you could be a buffer.”

“Thanks a bunch.” I muttered. Lindsay came back just then and we finished the bottle in record time. I went to scrounge up some beer before the opening credits had even finished.

Breaking Up [FMF]

During our second year of college Anne and I broke up. The stress of school and work, plus trying to move in together proved too much. We had a lot of acrimonious fights and finally called it quits.

But we couldn’t stop being around each other. It was never really planned, but we just always ended up at the same places at the same times.

So, when we both ended up at party together, it was no surprise. Anne came with a new friend, a girl named Lindsay. Lindsay was tall, blond and buxom. She had spent the last four years in Japan. She was nice, but really out of touch, socially. She didn’t have any of the same cultural references and her reactions to things always seemed…just different. As a result she was very shy. Coming to the party was Anne’s attempt to socialize Lindsay.

Despite our breakup Anne seemed really happy. I was not. I put on a brave face, talked to Anne, even flirted with Lindsay to make Anne happy, and drank myself stupid.

Being Seen [FFM]

Anne wanted to be seen.

In her first year at college my girlfriend, Anne, took some introductory art classes, including a figure drawing class. The class went from the basics to still life, then to drawing people and finally to nude models. The models were not, contrary to how it often appears in movies, especially attractive or sexual. The point was to teach the students, not to get them aroused. For the most part the models could be best described as “fit” and then left at that.

Still Anne found herself deeply aroused in every class. Not by the models but by the people watching. She wondered what it would be like to be the subject of such rapt attention, to have so many eyes on you. She started to dwell on the feeling of being exposed, of being unable to hide anything.

It spilled into our sex. She would get me to watch her in the shower, to watch her masturbating on the bed, even to film her. But it didn’t satiate the yearning. I saw her all the time. Nothing was revealed. Nothing was exposed. She needed something more.

The Wrong Threesome [MFM]

I’d been with my girlfriend, Anne, for a long time, and I’d known that she was bisexual almost as long. We wanted to be an extremely open and kinky couple but we were only that way with each other. Outwardly we were very reserved.

We told ourselves that things would change when we went away to college, but they didn’t. And it was frustrating. Anne had a roommate that can safely be described as insane. She was older than we were and smoked an amazing amount of pot. She was also very open about sex. Almost obnoxiously so. She would leave her sex toys out in the main room, or leave porn playing on the TV even after she’d left. Anne was quietly determined to fuck her before graduation.

We had a party at the house one weekend. A ridiculous rager where we bought a keg, then sold drinks to anyone wanted to drop by until we made enough to buy another keg. The house was trashed, it was amazing. We partied, fell asleep, woke up and partied some more. Ultimately we ended up in Anne’s bedroom. The two of us, Jim, a friend we’d both known since elementary school, and the roommate. Both Jim and Anne were flirting with the roommate. But badly, neither was good at it. Sort of randomly, the roommate got up and wandered out.