Pool Party [F]estivities with [M]y Neighbor

This is another tale about Diane.

She and Jack had a pool and would often times, during the summer, invite neighbors over for pool parties. It was on one such afternoon that I found myself waist deep in chlorinated water with a beer in my hand. Jack was manning the barbecue and Diane was playing hostess and all was right.

Diane and I had been fooling around for a few months at this point and neither of us could help stealing knowing glances at each other as she made her rounds at the pool talking to guest, maybe around 30 in all. I wasn’t the only one glancing at Diane though, she was wearing a black and white diagonal striped bikini that was somehow modest and slutty all at the same time somehow. The top was a triangle top that she had jammed her large fake breasts into and the bottoms tied at the sides. They covered most of her ass but there was still some spilling out of the sides of the bikini and it looked as though it was painted on.

It was driving me absolutely crazy.

The [M]ost [F]un You Can Have With [F]riends

I’m not really the relationship type.

I have commitment issues so deep that I don’t even have any tattoos in an era where everyone seems to have one. But I met a girl through mutual friends, we’ll call her Sara, we flirted, we texted, and before too long we were a couple. Kind of snuck up on me. Unfortunately we’re no longer together and though the break-up was mutual and very amicable it’s thrown me into a funk that I haven’t been able to shake since. But that’s not what you’ve come here to read, you’ve come to read about the last threesome I had.

Sara and I had a wedding to attend out of town one weekend so we loaded up the wagon and headed out on a Saturday morning arriving at the hotel in the mid-afternoon. I showered off the travel and threw on my suit while Sara got ready to go. Sara is Puerto Rican and built just like you’d imagine, olive skin, curly raven hair that ran to her mid back when she straightened it, an ass that belonged in a 90’s Jay-Z video, a heavy D-cup chest, and a pair of thick thighs that I loved having wrapped around me. She threw on a deep red number that didn’t show off her figure like I’d have preferred but you really can’t hide talent like hers so I didn’t complain.

The [F]atal [F]law of Trying to Live the Drea[M]

*Let me preface this by saying it’s not a threesome story.*

Many moons ago I was a college student.

Around Junior year I was hooking up with a girl whom we’ll call Amber. Amber was on the track team with a full scholarship, I won’t bore you with the details of what events she was in, but let’s just say she was built like you would hope a girl on the track team would be built. She had shoulder length brown hair, big brown eyes, was tall, about 5’8 with a heavy b-cup chest, abs that belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine, and a beautifully round ass sculpted by hours spent in the gym. We met in a class we shared, ran into each other at the gym one afternoon and started hooking up not too long after.

Being that she was collegiate athlete and I was young and not in terrible shape our sex life was athletic with each of us constantly jockeying for the dominant role in the bedroom. The sex was amazing. We’d fuck for longer than necessary until we were both drenched in sweat and too tired to move, to this day it was probably some of the best sex of my life.

Dirty Diane [M][F]

Since you folks seemed to enjoy my first story about my neighbor so much I’ll tell you about one of the hottest experiences I had with her.

Please see [My Very Friendly Neighbor](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/722zph/my_very_friendly_neighbor_cheating/) for reference.

I had just returned home from a work trip, [not that one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/744f5m/five_star_amenities_at_a_3_star_hotel/), and grabbed my bags out of the back of my truck. I don’t have to travel for work very often but when I do it can be for weeks at a time. This one had been for about 3 weeks. It was about 10 a.m. (thank you West Coast time zone) and as I put my key in the door I wanted nothing more than to hop in the shower, wash the road off of me and take a nap in my own bed. I opened the door, dropped my bags and stopped dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me.

[F]ive Star A[M]enities at a 3 Star Hotel

I had to travel out of town for a work conference that I really didn’t want to go to. It was a 4 hour presentation and someone had to go, I drew the short straw so that meant I had to catch a flight, check into a hotel, stay the night and fly back immediately after the conference. It was ridiculous but most of my job is so I just sucked it up and went. I booked a flight first thing in the morning which put me at my destination by about 11 a.m.. Stupid, I know, being that check-in wasn’t until 3 p.m. but I didn’t care. I figured I could find somewhere to eat and wait it out until my room was ready if that’s what it came to.

With no checked bags I was at the hotel by 11:30 a.m. with my duffle bag slung over my shoulder and wearing my favorite t-shirt with a pair of dark jeans. It was my favorite t-shirt because, and I say this with zero hubris, it fit my frame perfectly. I got in line bethind a few people who I assume were checking out and waited while I glanced at the 3 girls working the front desk. All of them were very cute and for a few moments I thought about quitting my job and coming to work here if that’s what the staff all looked like. They probably don’t send you to bullshit conferences. After a few minutes it was my turn and a pretty Hispanic girl waived me up to her computer.

[M]y Very [F]riendly Neighbor [Cheating]

Right out of the gate, this story involves my married neighbor cheating on her husband so if that’s not your thing then please feel free to move along.

I had been saving for a home when the housing market tanked and when things finally started to settle I was able to get a very nice home in a very nice neighborhood for very very cheap. So here I was, a 20 something living in a house with too much space in a neighborhood comprised mostly of families. The neighbors to my left were a very lovely retired couple in their late 60’s and the neighbors to my right were in their early 40’s, we’ll call them Jack and Diane.

Jack was a computer engineer and Diane was a stay-at-home mom to an 11 year old boy. I was friendly with the whole family and had been over to their house on numerous occasions for pool parties, cookouts, etc and it was during said pool parties that I began to covet my neighbor. Diane was a stunner, shoulder length blonde hair, a pretty face, she had large fake breasts and a flat tummy sculpted by hours of being alone at home I imagine; the crowning feature was her ass though. Nothing she wore could hide it’s thick juiciness on top of her thick thighs, I had to look every time I had the chance. It was like a drug.

[M]y [F]irst Trip to Anaheim

A few years ago I was in L.A. visiting a friend for a week and he decided he wanted to go to Disneyland, drunk. I’d never been so thought it’d be fun. We head there on a Thursday morning, each carrying backpacks with bladders full of liquor. Security searched our bags on the way in but forgot to check the bladders so we made it in O.K. We spent the day wandering the park and getting more and more drunk as the day goes on, it was a pretty good time. Later in the afternoon we were walking through a part of the park when we heard a barker saying the line for pictures with the princesses was only 10 minutes long. We decided to go for it, waited in the line and took photos with a few of the princesses some of whom seemed to be amused at our inebriated state and some not so much. We were drawing looks so we both decided it was probably time to chill out on the drinking for a bit.