[MFF] Viva Mexico… And Canada part 2

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[MFF] Viva Mexico …and Canada? Part 1 from gonewildstories

… Between lunch and dinner I napped. We made quick work of our jobs and finished early. Rumors had already gotten around to the crew about what I had done and they all wanted the illicit details. I wasn’t ready to kiss and tell especially that night. The girls were coming to pick me up and were waiting when I got off work.

They were in a brand new Jeep. Daphne drove, Velma was in the passenger seat, and I hopped in the back. We had conversation when we could. The wind made it nearly impossible. I found this out. Daphne and Velma’s folks were well off. They were from eastern Canada. The families would “Spring” at the resort here with all the bells and whistles. Daphne’s BF was Velma’s brother’s best friend and they grew up together. The girls were 20 and the boys were about 4-5 years older.

We pulled into the parking garage and the minute we got out, Daphne had me against a concrete column. Our mouths fought for every tantalizing taste we could get. Not to be outdone Velma continued this exploration. I had never known women like this and they had me wrapped around their collective fingers.

[MFF] Viva Mexico …and Canada? Part 1

Another story for all my favorite strangers. This happened over a lifetime ago, Mazatlan Mexico ’95. I had the bod back then and the looks (still have the looks, the bod has some dings and dents though). My adorable baby face got me into and out of a lot of trouble. I was still 18.

I had a hotel room at a beautiful spot on the beach. My buddy and I had gotten off shift at 6pm, and we were to meet up with friends at Senior Froggy’s. After a questionable “cab” ride to our hotel, we primped and spritzed, and let’s be honest, probably had douchebags tattooed on our foreheads, but it was how it was in those days.

We roll on into this supposed hotbed of fun and it was practically dead. All of our chums male and female cheer as we walk in and the drinking started before I even made it to the bar. At a booth on the other side were a couple of young women. Canadian.

I have a few threesome stories and 2 involve Canadians, so my love for that country runs deep.

Jane says [MF]

Jane and I have had a unique friendship. We met on CL way back when. I think she was just over 21 at the time, and I was 17yrs her senior. We couldn’t be more different from one another in every possible way except 1. When we’re together we’re insatiable.

We’re both married. We love our spouses, and yet… I met her on another downslide in my marriage, and she was freshly engaged to a nice virgin boy, before she got ahold of him. We met at a coffee shop early one morning after we chatted for a few days. I didn’t think our meet up went well, as a matter of fact I thought it was a disaster on my part completely. We left the coffee shop, hugged awkwardly and that was that I thought.

Jane is gorgeous. Shes chubby but that didn’t bother me at all, I will lust hungrily after you regardless of your shape or size. When your face also looks like the love child between Chrissy Teigen and Winnie Cooper forget about it, you’re a goddess.

Trust me with your life, not your [M]oney or your wi[F]e.

I was young, only 19/20. In a week I would be leaving to a new unit. My crew had given me whatever honors they needed to and left on a 3 month patrol. There are 2 interesting stories that happened that week. My roomates “gf” only found out from me that he was gone a few days later. (That’s the other story for later).

Before that…
My best friend at the time, had gotten married on his trip across country to a girl he barely knew from his buddy’s college. Becca was her name. She was a beautiful brunette with a bob shoulder length style haircut, and a spectacular body. She was 23.
I lived with them for a short time before I got my place. It was alright, but fish, like guests start to smell after a few days, and I was there for 3 months. Although I would only stay a few days a week there, I found out why I thought my buddies wife didn’t like me.

When a romantic night is ruined?[MF] [MFF]

I have a lot of stories to tell. Some seem a lot like “dear penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me…” But I’ll admit they’re true. I tend to be in the right place more often than not. I’ll try not to embellish too much and be as honest as I can be.

What are we doing this for?
Loooong story short we’re still married, but we have had some hang ups, still do. My wife had a relationship within 4 years of our marriage. I had done nothing until year 7.

Still battling this and that, my wife had to go on “business trip” (legit) for some time. We decided that things were getting better (as well as they could be) we would rekindle things on a trip and she would leave on her trip the next day from the city we had driven to.

We got to the posh hotel (this could’ve been an ad for the amazing deal we got on the room and place) We get in, have a mediocre quickie, and then plan for a nice dinner some drinks, shopping, and hopefully better sex. This didn’t happen.