In my life, I travel a lot for work, and, based on the way things have turned at home, I have a 100-mile-rule in effect. The long and short of it is that I keep Tinder on my phone when I’m traveling just to see if things might work out. At one of the cities I was going to more often (pre-covid times) I once met up with a girl named Lupe, where we were each other’s perfect casual hookup. She had a girlfriend that lived out of town and was bisexual, and we both had that same easy vibe about sex where we liked having it, but we weren’t ALL about sex. Even though she was a lot younger than me, we clicked pretty well, and met up at a restaurant when I had a six hour layover, where dinner ended with her inviting me to her apartment where we chatted for a bit, then she casually asked if I wanted to move the chat to bedroom, and we spent the next few hours enjoying each other between conversations, then she dropped me back at the airport.
Author: riversided
I was a divorcee about to turn 30 who had just moved to Los Angeles and didn’t feel worth a dollar. She was a co-worker at the new office who I found out had recently retired from collecting dollars in her garter. We both found value in each other we didn’t know we had. [MF]
This was more than a few years ago, as I was freshly divorced, and, in the fallout from the divorce I had decided to move across the country to a job I found in Los Angeles. I think it was fair to say I was bringing a lot of shame with me when I came over, living in a nice apartment in a slightly less-nice part of the city and starting over at a small company. My experience as a Southernor trying to date in LA was decidedly messy. I certainly didn’t act or dress like the people here, and I felt like everyone I met was way out of my league. I had a fantastic pre-social media ghosting where one girl who was truly amazing vanished as I was paying the bill. It wasn’t a great time, and I quickly was giving hope of finding anyone any time soon, and instead decided to focus on work, where at least professionally I had gotten myself on the fast track with the boss.
How I (M) celebrated my 40th brithday with a hotwife and one her friends she picked out for me. [FMF]
As I approached 40, I just found myself not in a mood to throw a party. I was still living in Zurich then, and honestly Switzerland was wearing thin. If anything, I was in a mood to just get the hell out, so I started looking around the map, and, as I got to the Netherlands, I remembered my friend Lori. Lori was a hotwife I had connected with years ago, and we continued seeing each other off and on. She was tall and athletic, and a little older than me with a very charming humiliation and voyeurism/exhibitionism kink. We had an agreement with her husband that she was always free to join me for fun, as long as he got pictures, and we had been seeing each other once or twice a year for the last five or six years. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I knew she would move heaven and earth to be my party – we always had a lot of fun together, and we just meshed really well. Yet somehow, it just didn’t feel special enough to hook up with her again, we needed to do something more, so I told her that it would be great if she had a female friend that would be willing to join us.
Lori, who is quite active in her local kink community, of course had several friends that could have been up for it. But she also knows my taste in women, (and not just the looks) as well as her taste in women, and after a minute she decided on Eliza. Eliza was 25, and tall, like us, and a decidedly more curvy than Lori, with a very vintage sense of style. With my cheerful agreement, she got in touch with Eliza, and we started a threeway chat in Whatsapp. Needless to say, Lori’s taste in partners was perfect, and Eliza had exactly the sort of confident “open book” attitude towards sex (bordering on free use) that really clicks with me, combined with an extremely careful attitude towards her health. She was also whip smart, sarcastic, and incredibly comfortable sharing dirty pics with the both of us. We quickly agreed that we would enjoy each other, and set a date in Amsterdam the weekend of my birthday.
As the chat built up over the weeks, so did the tension. My flight arrived early afternoon, so I went ahead and went to the hotel, and got myself checked in and freshened up. Eliza and Lori had met on the train, and were riding together, sending me pictures of how each of them were dressed, with Eliza’s fishnets very much a central feature. I took a streetcar over to Central and met their train on the platform. After hugs all around, and a happy greeting, we went back to the hotel and sat at the bar, at four in the afternoon, and ordered wine for me and Eliza, and a coffee for Lori (she doesn’t drink). The conversation as awkward at first. I mean, we all came there with a purpose, and it was hanging heavy over our minds. But I also know how important it is to establish the ability to have a conversation first. So we spent about an hour, and a few glasses of wine, along with a few strategic potty breaks to let the various pairings have a moment to talk. Then I finally asked if they wanted to see the room. Lori was desperately ready, where Eliza was able to play it a little cooler. We took the elevator up and walked to the room at the end of the hall, where they set their bags down and went to take in the view out of the window. I walked up behind Lori and pulled her towards me.
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Lori turned and instantly started kissing me, her arms around my neck. It was a few minutes, as I enjoyed her before I broke the kiss to look at Eliza, who helpfully stepped into our hug to kiss me, and we began making out. Eliza was the perfect height for me, and, to be honest, and amazing kisser. We instantly fell into the perfect rhythm, and knew exactly what we wanted to do with each other. While, on one hand, I didn’t want Lori to feel left out, on the other hand I knew she would love watching me and Eliza, and any sense that Eliza was better than her would just turn her on more. It was classic tension between my desire to be a gentleman and make sure that Lori was treated right, and my desire to appeal to her kink.
As I was thinking about it, Lori stepped back in to kiss Eliza, and the two women made out, and I decided to take this opportunity to grope Eliza’s young, full breasts. Eliza responded by pulling at the back of her dress, which I helpfully opened and she stepped out, revealing her corset and fishnets. Now the two elders in the room, Lori and I, took to attacking our young friend, who loved every bit of the attention. I pulled at the fabric covering her breast to expose one side while Lori went to work on the other. Once Eliza got to moaning, I pulled Lori off, and pushed her onto her knees, where she began to dutifully undress me, and open my trousers to find my erection. We paused for a moment to discard clothes, leaving me and Eliza naked, and Lori in just a bra. Though Lori was quick to get her mouth on my erection, I pulled her off and laid Eliza in bed, with Lori next to her.
With both of them shifting to their submissive mode, now was the time for me to welcome them to my bed properly. First I went down on Eliza. Since we were new to each other, I took some time with my fingers and lips to get a sense of what she liked. it quickly became clear that she enjoyed things much rougher than Lori, and I was happy to oblige. Lori laid next to her, cuddling her, kissing her ear, and playing with her breasts as I slowly unlocked the exact combination of hand and tongue that worked for Eliza. Soon she was moaning over and over as I continued on patiently and relentlessly until I felt muscles clench down tight around my fingers and her back arched violently. Quickly she became too sensitive, so I lifted my head up and she rolled on her side to cuddle Lori the same way. Good girl.
I then shifted over to Lori, whom I wanted to know how much gratitude I felt I owed her. Lori’s body I knew quite well, and she was deliciously multi-orgasmic. In a few minutes she was rocking her first orgasm. I felt her pull at my shoulders, willing me to come up, but I had other plans, and I stayed down, licking her clit softly, rubbing it as I massaged two fingers inside. She knew I knew what this move does to her, and, almost frustrated, began to come again…and again…finally, I began to feel her give up and let herself be used. Now she could have what she wanted. I sat up, and pulled her face into my groin where she happily took me into her mouth, and I pulled Eliza up to my face to kiss her while Loni went to work below. God, Eliza really was an amazing kisser.
I finally broke the kiss and told Lori to lie down, while I pulled a condom off the nightstand (I had tastefully placed a few on every horizontal surface ahead of time). Once properly dressed, I got on top of Lori and pushed into her, her body heaving and her legs wrapping around me. It was not long until she started to come again. Eliza leaned in and took turns kissing each of us and fondling or rubbing Lori’s clit as we kept going, until finally Lori had that one orgasm too many, and had to stop when she became too sensitive. I pulled out of her, and dispensed with the condom. As I looked on the bed, Lori had shifted over to the far side, leaving Eliza next me naked. I laid on top of Eliza, kissing her, then looking at Lori. I looked down at her before gesturing across the bed. “I think she wants to watch us fuck.” Lori nodded very eagerly, and Eliza shifted under me, parting her legs as she reached for another condom.
With the next one on, I laid on top of Eliza and guided myself in. While every woman feels different, somehow the fit inside Eliza was just perfect – tight but not too tight, and every part of her matched every part of me. I laid down, my head next to Eliza’s as I looked over at Lori and mouthed “wow.” Her eyes were glowing as I started to move inside my new lover. Though Eliza is definitely a fan of the rough and violent fucking, here she grabbed my hips and for our first time, we moved softly together, slowly enjoying each others bodies. We made out extensively, enjoying the chemistry of our kisses as I moved slowly inside her.
Eliza broke the kiss to whisper in my ear. “please. I want you.” God…how is a man to stop? It wasn’t long before I filled the condom inside her, and she held me tight. We were almost lost in that moment together, before we both looked over at Lori, who was, it should be said, BEYOND aroused at this. It was clear that Lori was ready for more and her energy was infectious. But I wasn’t going to make it that easy on her. I never do.
As I laid there, slowly going soft inside of the friend she introduced me to for my birthday, I asked her: “Are you ready to go out for dinner?” Her arousal erupted into frustration and even more arousal. She hated being manipulated like this, and it turned her on even more.
I pulled out of Eliza, and after a moment, we decided to get dressed and go for some dinner. The whole time I treated Eliza as my new girlfriend, being super sweet and affectionate and ignoring Lori, knowing exactly the effect it would have on her when we got back to the room to take some pictures of the action for her husband. It would be a long, wonderful night.
In the “before times,” I met a person on reddit and it turned into an unusually nice layover in a Newark airport parking garage and an exchange of souvenirs. [MF]
Back when people used to fly all the time, and I was working for a company who was kind of global, in that they had offices everywhere but not enough talent to make any of them really work. What that meant was that it wasn’t really THAT surprised when I got the message over the Christmas holiday that I was DESPERATELY needed in China to make a diving save on a project. I even pleasantly surprised my CEO by taking it up without even much of a complaint, even though I was visiting family back in the states at the time, though he was confused that I decided to fly through Newark to go Beijing. But he didn’t complain, he just needed someone to make the project happen.
Why one semester of temptation as TA made me decide an academic career wasn’t for me, but did show me I like getting blowjobs. [MF]
*This post was inspired by* /u/SluttyMarissa*’s recent post.* [*Go read it,*](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lg28oq/i_then20f_sucked_my_economics_professors_cock_all/) *because it’s hot, and she’s a great writer. As always, the adventure starts after the line.*
To set the scene, this happened 18 years ago. I was a freshly minted PhD student, going straight there from my undergrad, and I had just passed my qualifiers at a top-tier southeastern technical institute. I was teaching a graduate course in my major area, which was fairly obscure, and the course itself was even more obscure. In many regard, I should have been safe from some naughty interactions – I wasn’t going to cross the path of anyone who wasn’t there to learn the material.
I also should have been safe because I was newly married. However, kids, some quick advice instead of writing the 3000 word post about What Went Wrong – don’t get married as a virgin because some old guy when you were growing said that’s what God wants, and don’t get married too young. Instead of being a happy newlywed, I was a fairly bitter-about-it married still-virgin who didn’t know if he would ever get to find out how a blowjob feels. It’s safe to say I had issues.
Scandalous in Belgravia – How a short trip for a stag party ended up with me spending a night with the bride-to-be and taking a walk of shame through a very nice part of London [MF]
*This story features my friend Liz,* [*check here for the history*](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l5r8g3/the_very_best_of_british_hospitality_mf/)*. Sexy stuff below the line.*
After my first hookup with Liz, we continued to see each other every once in the while, either she would come to Zurich, or I would go to London, we would do some sightseeing, and mostly fuck a lot. A few months after our first hookup, she had started seeing another one of her local hookups more regularly, and it evolved into a serious relationship. I got to meet her boyfriend Chris when he came with her to meet me at the airport before one of our weekend romps I had tied to a business trip. Although Chris and I didn’t have the sort of chemistry that would lend itself to a threesome, we also got on great, and soon the visits changed from me seeing Liz for sex, to her and Chris hanging out with me and Anne. We worked great as couple friends, but there wasn’t the chemistry for any sort of group sex or swapping, so Liz and I had an unspoken agreement to set our sexual relationship aside and just enjoy a good friendship. It was a little bit of a strange way to make friends, I suppose, but we did enjoy hanging out together, and, once Liz and Chris got engaged, we were delighted to come to their wedding.
A very Los Angeles story – Avoiding traffic leads to pavlovian sex of questionable morals and high enjoyment. [mf]
*Fun stuff below the line.*
After living in Europe for a while, I was determined to get back to the US by hook or by crook, and moreover, I wanted to get back to California. Being a schemer, I went to work setting up a raft of interviews that I could tack on to a normal business trip and intersperse with client visits. I planned to bring Anne as well, since we both want to be here, but literally the day before we had to fly out, we had an emergency in Zurich. Honestly, I didn’t even want to go any more, but we had a very long talk about it, and decided that I needed to go and get these interviews done. We both wanted to move back, and it was time to get away from my current employer. So I got on the plane with mixed emotions, made a few notes on social media that I was coming anyway, and took off.
Thanking the person who introduced my to wife [MFF]
*(As always, much backstory. Fun stuff below the line)*
This story began a very, very long time ago. It began when I was in my first marriage, losing my faith in God, contemplating suicide, and all-around miserable. Let that be a cautionary tale about getting married young and as a virgin. (But that’s it own 3000-word post.) I was looking for a way out, and had started an erotica website, (long-since deleted) where I would write stories about the life I wish I had. Of course, you don’t just put stuff on the web and NOT want attention, so I eventually built a network of friends, almost all desperately unhappy spouses scattered across the country. One person I really connected with was Eliza, a professor in the Midwest. She was a bit older than me, wickedly intelligent, but also very, very careful to protect herself and keep everyone at arm’s length. She had a lover, and was comfortable with adultery, a term she insisted on for it, and that represented the maximum of risk she wanted to take. Granted, at that point, I was in my mid-20’s, and only barely not a virgin, so I wasn’t exactly dying for the chance to display my inadequacy. But over the course of our chat, she suggested I talk to Anne, a writer close to my age in a similar situation elsewhere.
The beginning of a beneficial friendship [mf]
I was on a temporary stint in Los Angeles (before I moved back permanently) and, well, as a man on his own I decided that I needed to make some friends on Tinder to pass the time. As is my way, I was pretty transparent about my situation, but I still found myself talking to a lot of people who swiped on my picture, and then, once I introduced myself, read my profile and checked out. Such are the hazards of unconventional life.
But I got one message that started with “Hey I read your profile, and I’m fine with your situation.” Well, that’s a good start. Katherine was about my age (43) with auburn hair and a brilliant smile, and body on the curvy side, but a very shapely curvy. Early in the chat I get one of my favorite questions: “How tall are you?”
“I’m 6’4.”
I wait for it.
“Oh good I can wear heels.” Bingo. We shift over to text swapping pictures and the chemistry is at a full boil. We set up a date for the next week…and then set up another one for tomorrow. Although we are both very clear that nothing is guaranteed, we are both optimistic.
Something good happening in quarantine with a familiar friend [mf]
*as often the case, you find the good stuff below the line*
As someone who believes in science, and was actually in China when COVID hit, I’ve taken the lockdown pretty seriously from the start. And in my three-person bubble was my wife and her mom. Period. I was working from home before all this hit so, part from my travel schedule going up in smoke, it didn’t change that much in my life, except for one thing. I have an open marriage, and in the past I generally tried to keep my recreation on the road. Not that my wife isn’t supportive and all, but it’s just simpler for everyone that way. On top of that, I was *never* going to do something that put her mom at risk. Killing someone to indulge my raging libido was going to be a kind of guilt I couldn’t deal with.
But since that energy had to go SOMEWHERE, we put together a home gym. I was never that in to working out before, because I’ve always had a Hugh metabolism, and been the tall, skinny type. But, dammit, I needed to do something. Was bodybuilding and masturbation a replacement for sex? Not really, though it kept me from climbing up the walls.