A weekend of sex, drugs and swinging [MF]

In my [previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nmfhjt/i_20_f_had_wild_sex_with_an_old_flame_23m_in_a/), I wrote about how I fucked an old crush of mine, Dan, in a parking garage, after years of not being in touch with each other. Turns out that he is going to be in town for the summer, so we’ve decided to make the most of it :p Since that first encounter in the parking garage, we’ve been madly inseparable, overcome by an animalistic sort of horniness. We spend almost every day together, so I have a lot of stories to tell. Amongst the wild times like swinging with another couple and getting fingered in Target, we have some regular sexual experiences, driven not by adventure and risk, but purely by our lust for each other (and okay, maybe sometimes drugs). This is one of those times.
Dan and I both have 9-5 summer internships. We like to tease each other with pictures and dirty texts throughout the day, and then meet in the evenings for a good fuck. Of course, we don’t only fuck. We’re more of a summer fling arrangement than friends with benefits, so some nights are spent cuddling and playing board games. However, this particular Friday was not romantic and vanilla…it was just after my period (get over it boys, women menstruate) and I was NEEDY. I was playing with myself all day, and got horny simply thinking of the incredible orgasms I was going to have that weekend. I finished work a bit early, and masturbated one last time before I left for Dan’s house-only this time, I didn’t let myself cum. I was teetering on the edge as I got dressed in a bikini, with denim booty shorts and a low cut crop top that really accentuated my chest. I packed my weekend bag and off I went to Dan’s apartment. When I got to his place, he was still in a meeting and didn’t even kiss me hello before he left the doorway and ran back to his desk. That certainly was not going to do.
I plopped my bag on the floor, head to his room and crawled to him on all fours, so I wouldn’t be seen on his Zoom call. I slipped under the desk and rubbed his dick under his basketball shorts. Dan was totally poker faced, a real professional. When I felt him growing under my palm, I pulled his shorts off and kissed his cock from base to tip. Still no reaction-the man was really committed to his meeting. I took only his tip in my mouth, kissed it, sucked it, coated it in spit, and flicked it with my tongue. Tip teasing is his favorite, and finally, he let out the breath he was holding with a deep groan. I decided that was enough for now, and crawled out of his room to roll some joints for us. He was not happy to be blue balled, but I was going to make it up to him ;) I was just cleaning up the weed mess when Dan finished the last of his work and jogged out to meet me properly. He grabbed my ass from behind me and kissed my neck, whispering how much he missed my pussy into my ear. His hands made their way to the front, undid my shorts, and slipped under my bikini bottoms. I grabbed a joint and lit it, while he fingered me from behind. I came before the tip of the joint even burned off.
I took a hit as we walked to the couch, and passed it to him while I got busy on his dick. He was already rock hard, so I went to town, bobbing my head up and down with one hand on my clit. Pot helps Dan get aggressive the way I like it, otherwise he’s scared to hurt me. I could tell the high was kicking in when he grabbed my head and started to thrust in my mouth. Tears and spit were flowing from my face, he was groaning loudly, and I was being too roughly mouth-fucked to concentrate on fingering myself. He came in my mouth and I crawled onto the couch next to him. He passed me the joint, which I took several hits of while he gently roamed his hands over my body. He sucked on my neck and tits, and that plus the high was making me insanely horny. I got on all fours on the couch, and stuck my bikini clad ass in the air, with my back arched. The non-verbal “FUCK ME ALREADY”. I looked coyly over my shoulder, and wiggled my ass for him. He slapped it hard a few times before slipping my thong bikini off. He thrust into me aggressively right from the get-go. Even though we hadn’t had sex in a week, I was ready to be fucked from all my masturbation during the day. He thrust into me from the back, slapping and gripping my ass too. I was moaning through the drags of marijuana, and I could feel the pleasure in my pussy escalate as I got higher and higher. He switched between pulling me by my hair and choking my neck with both hands. I lost track of how many times we came. Dan shouted for Alexa to play our masterfully curated sex playlist, and soon, we we had transitioned from fucking primally to having patient, loving sex. We both got lost in the tranquility of the drugs, the waves of sexual pleasure, and the seductive jazz that played around us.
At this point, he was getting kind of tired from half standing, half kneeling on the sofa, so he sat down and I straddled his cock, facing him. I held the joint up to his lips and watched his beautiful, chiseled face inhale the magical smoke. We were really high now, so I put the joint out and focussed all my attention on this gorgeous specimen in front of me. His abs, his lips, his tousled hair. I could feel myself falling more and more in love with him again. Or at least that was the pot amplified version of my feelings. In that moment, I just wanted to be with him forever. Anyway, all wholesome thoughts came to a standstill when he took a breast in his mouth. He lazily bit at my nipple, but that sent me into overdrive. I bounced vigorously on his dick, craving him insatiably. I gyrated my hips in a circular motion, prompting him to thrust into me roughly. He stood up and carried me with him, supporting me by my ass, without ever pulling out. He set me on his table and fucked me hard until he came. I could feel a stream of warmth fill me up, and my high ass visualised a bunch of tiny little Dan’s that would never make it out of my pussy alive. I laughed at the image and told Dan what I saw, and he stopped to laugh too. I arched my pussy to signal him to continue, and he did. He put his palm on my clit with some light pressure, and that got me to cum immediately. It was a great orgasm, elongated by his continued stimulation of my clit. We stayed like that for a few minutes-me sprawled on his dining table, him sprawled on top of me with his dick still in me. We kissed tenderly before deciding to watch The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
This was the start of an EXTREMELY eventful weekend. We smoked a lot and went to his rooftop pool for some fun. We were so high and busy that we didn’t see another couple approach us. They stared at us, shocked at what we were doing in the waters of the public pool. We were caught. Done for. 10 minutes later, I was eating the woman’s pussy out while Dan made out with her and boyfriend fucked me from behind. All that’s to come in Part 2, stay tuned!

I 20 [F] had wild sex with an old flame 23[M] in a parking garage and we almost got caught. (long)

I had my first kiss when I was in high school, with a guy who was 2 years older than me. We weren’t dating, and weren’t even friends, but we’d be forced to hang out once a week or so at dinners because our parents were close. I had had a bit of a crush on him, he was shy and dorky and a very talented pianist. I thought my feelings were unrequited, but one day, when we were in his room and our parents were having drinks, he locked his door and went “Wanna make out?”. I straddled him very un-sexily, we kissed with our tongues swatting about, it was painfully awkward and it never happened again. Later that year, he moved abroad for college and his family moved with him.

Fast-forward 5 years, I’m a 20 year old college student with enough experience to make me pretty sexually confident. And he’s gone from boring, awkward dork to sexy, business school graduate with a jawline that could cut steel. I know this only through Instagram posts and stories though; we haven’t been in touch at all for the last 5 years. It was his birthday a few days ago, as told to me via Facebook notification, and I don’t know what came over me, but I decided to message him a birthday wish and ask how his family’s doing. I didn’t expect a very enthusiastic response, and I didn’t get one. He sent a laconic few words. “Thank you! We’re fine, hope you and your family are well too :)”.