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The Wrong Threesome [MFM]

I’d been with my girlfriend, Anne, since the sixth grade 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. Read more »

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. Read more »

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. Read more »

Shoulders and Dangerous Curves [FFM]

Anne met a girl and she was enthralled. Kathy was short and fit and very curvy. She had long dark curly hair and was gorgeous. They met at yoga and Anne was instantly taken with Kathy.
I wasn’t worried about my relationship with Anne. She’d been my girlfriend for a long time and I’d known she was bisexual for almost as long. Since her bisexuality aroused me as much as it did her, it would be hypocritical to try and curtail it. But I still worried. Anne tended towards powerful crushes. She wasn’t just interested in someone, she fell head over heels for them and the last time hadn’t ended well.

Anne fell for her friend Lindsay. The three of us had played together a few times. Then Anne and Lindsay had gone on a date, just the two of them. Anne had confessed her growing feelings. Lindsay had listened warmly, told Anne that she had to think about it and then ghosted her. Anne has been heartbroken and I didn’t want that to happen again. Read more »

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. Read more »

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. Read more »

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. Read more »

The Wrong Threesome [MFM]

I’d been with my girlfriend, Anne, since the sixth grade 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. Read more »