Fulfilling a friend’s fantasy, part 2 [MFF]

After our last [adventure](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jnxoay/fulfilling_a_friends_fantasy_mff/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf), O was eager to get me and V together again. I was turned on by the idea but wanted some time to pass in order to build the anticipation all around.

One Saturday night, O invited me over to watch movies. I had had a long day and was looking forward to some time to cuddle and chill. But he had other plans in mind. When I arrived at his house, he told me that he needed to stop by V’s house to drop something off. I knew this was just a pretext but decided to go along with it.

V was happy to see me again and gave me a big hug. She immediately offered us drinks and asked if we wanted to hang out for a bit. We said yes and got to meet her roommate (another girl) along with a guy friend of hers who was over.

Fulfilling a friend’s fantasy [MFF]

I had a dear friend with benefits “O” that I had been sleeping with for well over a year, maybe two. He loved a slow lead up to sex that involved watching porn and exploring different turn-ons and fantasies.

We got to know each other’s sexual histories and desires quite well and took pleasure in the idea of fulfilling one another’s fantasies. He knew, for example, that I am often attracted to masculine-looking queer women. I knew that he had fantasies about showing me off and sharing me. He knew I liked to be made to feel vulnerable even though I resisted it. I knew that he got off on being trusted to guide someone in exploring different sexual experiences.

During this time, O also slept with other people and had developed a relationship with a queer woman “V” who enjoyed occasional cock. They had become pretty close and one night O invited me over to meet her. I swung by pretty late after a work dinner knowing V was getting picked up by a friend and wouldn’t be there long.

The joys of early kink [fM]

Hi! Avid gonewild reader here, first-time poster. Hope you enjoy.

I had my first “real” boyfriend, and by that I mean the first person I was ever mutually in love and lust with, when I was a teenager. I met him in the parking lot of a club near the beach where a friend and I were hanging out, and a few weeks later, we went on our first date. He took me to see the movie Henry June. It was eye-opening for me at the time and totally hot.

I was newly 18 and he was 22, so there was a bit of a difference there in terms of age but also of experience. I came from a loving and financially secure upper middle class family. He was the child of a divorced mother and father who seemed to have trouble managing him and his behavior. His mom was from the Caribbean and left him in the US with his dad after their divorce. Sadly, his dad killed himself when he was a teenager and his mom brought him to the islands to live with her. That didn’t go so well since he was kind of a wild city kid by that point. I went to an all-girls Catholic prep school. He had gone to a special high school for “at risk” kids as part of a juvenile diversion program. Sexually speaking, I was a virgin and he was very experienced and had a reputation for being fun to sleep with.