Apparently I lactate when I cum now [FM]

So, my fiancee waited until I was 14 weeks pregnant to tell me that he had a huge lactation/breastfeeding kink. I had zero idea, I know he’s always liked to play with my nipples and breasts, and he’s suckled on me before, but I’ve never been lactating before.

Very recently I started producing small amounts of milk and my fiancee noticed and has become obsessed, which I’m more than happy to let him play with.

But, last night, he was going down on me and as I was building up to an orgasm my nipples just started leaking. Typically it’s just a few drops, but this was noticeably more. When I squeezed my small breast and twisted my nipple the milk dribbled out.

I was really close to cumming so I didn’t show him, and right as I started cumming hard, he looked up and saw me twisting both nipples and milk just dripping between my fingers and he immediately just started kissing and licking my nipples and sucking the milk up. He was in heaven.

My very straight BF was made into a sissy [MMF]

This was about two years ago, my boyfriend and I had been playing off and on with this other couple like every other week. They would come over for dinner, we’d get some drinks and hang out and talk, then we’d go into different rooms and swap partners and have a great night.

I’m the main point of contact for us as a couple, and the guy, Ryan, is the point man for the other couple, so we actually did a lot of texting between encounters and got to know each other really well. We were super flirty and kept it alive between sessions.

Ryan confessed like WAY too much to me, how much he liked anal, humiliation, we talked about all that stuff, but when we got together and it was just me and him in the room alone we’d wind up being pretty vanilla aside from some butt stuff.

Anyways, Ryan and I are texting and he’s telling me how he and his girlfriend are fighting a lot recently. She’s always starting fights and they have all these issues. We wind up skipping a normal play night so they can focus on their relationship and then a few days later he texts me that they’ve broken up.

I fucked my boyfriend’s best friend while he watched [FM]

Last year my boyfriend and I took a trip to Florida where his best friend had just moved after his divorce. It was a hot as hell afternoon and we were sitting by the pool drinking heavily.

They were talking about “the good old days” which happened a million years ago. I’m 15 years younger than my bf, so I was probably in middle school when all that happened.

I went into the house to pour another drink, and when I came out they were kind of laughing and being silly. I have to admit, I was pretty tipsy, but not drunk or anything. I jumped in the pool and they kept whispering and talking.

When I got out of the water, I asked my bf if he could put more suntan lotion on my back. He said while laying on his back in a chair, well, Steve is right there, let him do it. Which I thought was a bratty response, so I turned to Steve, and said in a joking way to make my bf nervous, “pretty please, can you lotion me ALLL over?”

First time partying in a hotel while rolling [FFM]

My first year of college I was pretty much open to anything. I went to a pretty conservative, tiny private college in the middle of nowhere so it was hard to really party no matter how much we wanted to. But, luckily, there was a shitty motel a few blocks from college that quickly became the go to party spot for those of us that enjoyed alternative party methods.

My second weekend there I made two friends who were both from NYC and grew up in the rave scene. April and Paul were as bored as I was in the small town, and luckily Paul came from home with a pretty stuffed bag full of molly and all kinds of fun.

After a round of people got busted dropping acid and running around campus we decided to head to the tiny motel down the street. We each took around 150mg and headed that way. Paul, who is the oldest, went to the little window and the lady running the place straight up assumed he was hiring hookers and gave him a hard time – apparently a lot of prostitutes hung out at the motel.

Discovering my husbands fetish, and mine [FFM]

Pretty early in our marriage my husband and I instituted a, “try anything once,” policy and have done our best to stick to it and it’s led to some amazing fun and a lot of different cool things like swinging and fetish play.

But, my husband had always told me that he was interested in seeing me being dominated by another person. We’d had foursomes and threesomes with some very dominant men and some cuckold stuff with him there, so I just assumed he was satisfied with it. But, one day we started talking and he told me he wanted to see me dominated by another woman, specifically a female dominatrix professional. The idea was instantly intriguing to me. I told my husband if he set it up, I’d be 100% in.

A few days later he tells me he found a woman and it’s all taken care of and she’ll be over in a few hours. I was instantly pretty nervous because I kind of had zero time to prepare for it. We took a shower together and fooled around a bit, he was VERY excited and I was very nervous so it helped.

Swapping with my twin late one night [FM]

So, my twin and I went to the same college and we decided to not be roommates for the first time in our lives in the hopes of finally getting some much needed individuality. We kind of drifted apart for the start of the year and didn’t hang out together that much and aside from a few comments, no one really knew twins lived on campus together. All through high school we dressed alike and did the twin thing, but it was time for autonomy.

Anyways, towards the end of the year my sister and I were getting drunk and talking and at the time we were both kind of seeing guys that we weren’t super enthusiastic about. Like any good 80s movie, we hatched a plot to swap dudes for the night in hopes of seeing what the other guy was all about. We had done this once before years ago, so there we kind of had something to start with. We hadn’t been with either of these guys too long and they knew about us being sisters, and knew we were twins, but we hadn’t been talking much lately, so we never really hung out as a group.

Drug fueled camping voyeurism. Pt1 [FM]

When I was a freshman in college a few of my friends met up and they all decided to head out for a weekend of camping starting with a boat trip to a nearby island where we could setup. Even though I grew up on the beach, I don’t know shit about boating except you drink a lot and lay in the sun all day – and depending on your friends that can include taking a lot of drugs and partying.

What we thought was going to be this tiny boat to just get us onto the island, turned out to be our friend’s dad’s quite large boat which had a cabin larger than my bedroom at home. So, we end up taking it out into the ocean then just cruising up and down the inter-coastal before getting drunk enough to decide we needed to find the island.

And, what was supposed to be a camping friendly island, turned out to be just a chunk of sandy land with no bathrooms or any other type of setups, not even grills or anything. We docked and got our little campsite setup and it was very clear we were the only people not only on the island, but pretty much in sight. We’d be sitting ducks if Jason Vorhees decided to paddle up to the other side of the island.

Went from sitting to participating with an older couple [FFM]

A recent GW story made me think of this kind of crazy weekend I had when I was a senior in high school (I was 18 at the time, I’m in my mid-20s now). For about a year at that point I’d been babysitting their kiddo who was pretty awesome. I would come over on Saturday afternoons and hang out with the kid while they would go do house chores or whatever and then I’d stay home after he went to bed and they would go out on the town and come home and I’d walk across the street to my parents place.

During that time there were a few occasions where they’d come home pretty wasted and offer me a drink and we’d sit and talk and the wife was always very flirty with me, like beyond just friendly. But, it only happened when she was drunk. The husband would just sit and smile, like kind of watching. Later in life I kind of saw this move from husbands in the swingers community.

How I made $500 fucking my cousin [FM]

Ha, so this is not my proudest moment, but both my husband and a bunch of people here wanted me to write it up when I mentioned it in a comment over on ARAD. This all went down a few weeks after I started college. I went to a small college that emptied out over the weekends, and after the first weekend of sitting alone, I started inviting friends up to hang out. After the first month my cousin Jimmy was messaging me and asking what I do all weekend on campus, etc. And he said that he was going to go to this show of a band he really likes that was about 10 minutes from my campus and asked if he could crash in my dorm since my roommate would be gone.

Sure! I had no other plans and was bored. He got me a ticket and that night he picked me up. Jimmy is older than me, he’s 23, I’m 18 at this point, but he’s always been a bit of an awkward dude. He’s average height and an obsessive runner, half latino with short hair and not bad looking. We were always really close growing up and I spent a lot of time hanging out at his house when my family was being shitty.

[Group] The second time I went to a swingers club with my best friend

[Here’s the first time!](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hvqy9e/group_my_best_friend_wanted_to_go_to_a_swingers/)

So, when Paul and I realized we’d bought a membership, and not just a one night ticket, we kind of blew it off at first, or at least I did. Paul had been obsessing over the themed nights. He’d picked out a few as ones he really wanted to go to and let me narrow them down once he got me on board for going again.

We settled on Cosplay Night because it looked like it would be the most fun to watch. Paul instantly went for dressing up as Deadpool, which was essentially a red greenman outfit. I really didn’t have any solid ideas so I went kind of sailor moonish with my schoolgirl outfit and silk shirt that looked kind of like their tops. We took some polaroids which I’m trying to find and will link here when I do find them.

Paul and I both decided pretty quickly that we’d rather be rolling than drunk, so on the way to the club we took 175mg each and washed it down with some carrot and ginger juice and decided to only have a glass or two of wine while we were there. We also had another 120mg each stashed in the bag if we decided we wanted to redose.