My first threesome! [MFF] (Declan & Charlotte: New Horizons)

“What about Charlotte (18F)?” Declan (26M) asked, raising an eyebrow.

Charlotte. Hazel eyes with a pixie cut, she was tall and willowy- and absolutely tempting.

“Charlotte it is,” I grinned.

Declan and I (19F) had been having a casual sexual relationship whenever he flew in to my city – he was a nomad at heart and rarely around, and we always strived to make the most of his visits.

I was in uni and knew lots of young women on the cusp of their sexual exploration journeys, but the potentiality of having *Charlotte* so intimately excited me. She was always so calm and collected- I wanted to see her placid face scrunched up in the throes of intense pleasure and covered in cum.

I’ll try to recall the experience the best I can- although it was a while ago, I have replayed that night in my head many times.

I don’t remember how I approached Charlotte about it, just the excitement afterwards when she said yes.

Declan rented a nice hotel room for the occasion. We sat on the sofas in the dining room area making small talk- but the air was thick because we all knew why we were there. Talk graduated to casual touching, and a bottle of champagne was popped open.

Tied down, blindfolded and impatient… [MF] (Artemis: Restraint)

So, picture this: I’m [31F] tied to the bed face down, naked but for a silk blindfold, wrists restrained across the frame. My front door is unlocked, the gate propped open. And with each minute I wait, I’m just getting wetter.

Patience is not one of my virtues. Artemis [26M] knows this- yet he keeps me waiting…

Finally, I hear footsteps approach me, then …silence. My pussy tenses in anticipation.

Part of the thrill was that I had no way of knowing who had just entered my room, while at the same time feeling safe enough to enjoy the interaction because I had invited him over. The fact that it *could* be someone else was enough.

He lightly runs his fingers through my hair, across my shoulders and down my back. My nipples harden in anticipation.

Suddenly he smacks my ass, hard. Then the other cheek. Again, and again. It felt smarting and warm, and I knew I had to be bright red. Just when I’m about to cry out and beg him to stop, he does. He has a natural instinct to push my limits, but never exceed them.

After years of teasing, I finally get to fuck him! (Cassian part 2: An ode to release) [MF]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tcie4l/i_edged_my_boyfriends_best_friend_with_a_covert/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Towards the end of my relationship with my partner, Cassian and I had exchanged nudes and dirty talk. My favourite was my Christmas gift – a picture of him rock solid, hovering above Christmas wrapping paper. He had a wicked sense of humour.

Once I was single, I pursued him doggedly. He had a lot of guilt about me having dated my partner for a very long time, edging towards a decade. He made me wait, and it drove me wild. I was desperate to feel him writhing inside me.

One day, we were at a BBQ with the gang celebrating the end of lockdown. I texted him, “do you want to come over after?” I saw him check his phone, catch my eye then put it away. He tapped his hand against the table, pursing his lips, thinking. Impatient, I rub my leg against his under the table, trying to convince him with my touch. Eventually he picked up his phone to reply, “alright, but don’t be weird.”

I edged my boyfriend’s best friend with a covert handjob while in a room with other people [MF]

My [F26] boyfriend [M22] at the time was pretty tame when it came to sex. A dick on the smaller side of average, and a lack of desire to REALLY rail me. We were having sex, but it was always about him and I would just play with toys afterwards to get off. Part of that was on me for not being a better teacher, but if I’m being honest, we just didn’t have the type of chemistry you really need for toe curling orgasms.

I was sexually frustrated, all of the time. Everything turned me on. I couldn’t even do the laundry without watching the washing machine rock and imagining what it would feel like to grind against it. I needed an outlet (this obviously doesn’t justify cheating, but its what led me there).

Enter Cassian [M21]. Teasing, stubborn, infuriating Cassian. Taller than me but shy of 6 foot, solidly built with thick thighs and a chest I longed to lay my head on. He was fair haired, loose ringlets spilling onto his forehead above pale green eyes and thick lashes. Thick bearded and hairy, he was rough around the edges and just so manly. I could barely help myself.