[MF] I fucked the cop’s wife in a dirty alley. [cheating]

If you’d like to read more about my time with Tina (and see a pic) check out my previous thread: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a5nfot/mf_creampied_the_cops_wife_cheatingpic/

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I’ve been going a little stir crazy.

That isn’t to say that I haven’t been busy. With two jobs, a stable of four steady FWBs, and the occasional one-night stand, I’ve got a lot going on… it all just seems to be happening in my apartment. Last night I realized that I hadn’t been to a bar for social reasons in months.

A few texts later and I’m making the 20 mile trek to some redneck bar out in the sticks to meet up with Tina, the curvy blowjob machine who I’ve been fucking behind her cop husband’s back for the last six months.

By the time I’d found the dirt-floored bar, Tina was already pretty buzzed and greeted me with a deep kiss and the least subtle crotch grab ever. I reciprocated by grabbing her ample ass, which looked amazing in her X-mas themed tights.

Throughout the night, our PDA quickly evolved from occasional kisses and “accidental” brushes of hands to the two of us in a dark corner, my hand down the front of her tights, aggressively working her pierced clit.

[MF] Creampied the cop’s wife. [cheating][pic]

This one is probably going to get me killed, guys.

I met Tina a few years ago after one of my DJ sets. I had finished up and was selling t-shirts at my merch table when she approached me with her husband. We all made some pleasant small talk, they bought a shirt, and we parted ways.

I woke up the next morning to a friend request from Tina, which I accepted. We didn’t talk much for the first few months – a like here, a comment there was the extent of our friendship.

Things changed one night when my then-wife and I got drunk and “as a joke” started soliciting Facebook friends for a threesome. We’d made a post asking if anyone wanted to come to our place for some drinks, truth or dare, and “whatever happens.”

Rightfully, our post went ignored by most of our friends and we forgot about it, going back to our drinking. Later that night my phone dinged with a Facebook message from Tina:

“I’m game if you guys are serious.”

Along with the message was a photo of her laying in her bed naked. I guess this is a good time to describe Tina.

[MF] My single mom fuckmeat Pt. 2 – BONUS AUDIO [long][anal]

Pt. 1 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a4j528/mf_my_single_mom_fuckmeat/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a4j528/mf_my_single_mom_fuckmeat/)

These won’t really be chronological. One, because this story is so fresh in my mind that I want to get it down. Two, because I’m a bit of a stoner and I’m sure I’d fuck up the timeline anyway. For those who don’t want to read part one, the gist is that I have a super submissive FWB going on with a single mom who VERY rarely uses safe words. This has led to all kinds of depraved things, like you’re about to read about.

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Around lunchtime on Friday, I was hit with an ice pick headache. For those who don’t suffer, thank any gods you may believe in. This pretty much fucked my plans for Friday night (I was hoping to meet a nice young lady at the bar). Saturday I had to work a wedding, so it looked as if this weekend my relief would come at my own hand.

[MF] My single mom fuckmeat.

I’m a relatively popular DJ in my mid-sized midwestern city, which has afforded me many opportunities with insanely attractive women who are far out of my league. This story is not about one of those. In fact, this story is about a rather average singly mom who I’ve been absolutely defiling for months – whenever the urge strikes.

It started off like many of my encounters do – after a set. I’d just finished my last song when I was approached by a short blonde girl. I guess I should paint a picture. She’s approximately 5′ tall and slightly chubby but still very proportionate. She wears her blonde hair in kind of a 2006 emo-swoop. I’ve not asked her size, but her tits are huge and her ass is round.

“That was a great set,” she said meekly.

Truth be told, I was pretty tired and not really interested in putting in much effort. I kind of wanted to go home, smoke a bowl and pass out… but I was polite. We talked briefly and exchanged numbers with the agreement that we “should get coffee sometime.”