workinthrowaway, Author at NSFW story

Unplanned, unexpected, [m]y [f]irst older woman.

I have to give a shout-out to u/helenintheuk_secret who is partly responsible for two things. Firstly, her recent posts have piqued the interest of my partner, Helen (I’m pretty sure they’re not the same person) and, full disclosure, resulted in some very pleasant sex for me. So thank you for the excellent writing and the inspiration, u/helenintheuk_secret – please keep writing! Secondly, it’s nudged my partner to nudge me and say “Why aren’t more of our exploits on Reddit?”

My answer to this was the wrong answer, and so I’m writing a couple of things up but, following a conversation about potential content, this is what Helen wanted me to write first.

Backstory: I was with a girl, and we were starting to get serious. In our first year together, she missed my birthday because she had a pre-existing thing to go do. I understood, and gave her a year’s notice that I wanted her around for the next one. She told me she’d do that. Read more »

All’s Well that Ends Well [MF] [MFF] [Update]

[My first meeting with Helen and Kate](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6p4ybu/alls_well_that_ends_well_mff/) was pretty well received, and they quite liked the write up I gave them. I detailed [what happened next](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6pitdr/my_first_phone_sex/), in which I was asked to keep last weekend free. I did. I’m very glad I did, and here’s what happened.

**Friday night**, I get a call from Helen. Helen has spent the week exchanging flirty texts with me – no sexts as such, just enough to remind me that we have an arrangement for the weekend and that I’d better not stand her up. The call arrives as I am getting out of a meeting and thinking about clearing anything outstanding from my desk before the weekend. Helen wants to know if I can get off work a little early. Like, now. She said it wasn’t a problem if I couldn’t, it would be fine. And I think I don’t need to tell any of the men reading this what that means.

Luckily for me, I have an understanding boss. I went to see her, she looked me up and down and said “don’t tell me you’ve actually got a date.” So I admitted I had, and she was so amused she agreed that I could bail early. Read more »

[M]y [F]irst Phone Sex

Over the weekend, [this happened](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6p4ybu/alls_well_that_ends_well_mff/?ref=share&ref_source=link)

Kate, Helen and I spent a chunk of Saturday together getting to know one another a bit better and the end result of this was an exchange of phone numbers and messenger IDs, plus promises to call to arrange another get together.

Sunday saw a couple of texts from Helen; both ladies were busy with “family stuff” so a meeting was out of the question, but Helen’s comments were so close to sexting that it was clear she didn’t want me wandering off.

Today, she called. She’d texted me a couple of times yesterday, and this morning, but this lunchtime she rang. Bored, apparently, since Kate isn’t around.
“Entertain me,” she said, “and you might be rewarded.”
I took my phone to my car and spent a productive lunchtime talking to her in relative privacy. The main feature of the conversation was how much fun I’d had with her and how much I was looking forward to spending more time with her.
“Doing what?” she asked.
You don’t get tone of voice in text, so let me explain why this got me suddenly semi-hard: some tones of voice are flirty, or bubbly and happy, and some are playful. This one was the tone of voice I have only ever heard in conjunction with the words “I need you to fuck me now”. You know the tone. It goes with that predatory, heavy eye-lidded look from a woman who is entirely focused on the desire for sex, immediately. It’s quite hard to make a simple query sound like that over the phone, but Helen managed it. So I told her. Read more »

As (m)uch (f)un as possible

Since Karen's decision to use me as her occasional live-in sex toy, life had been pretty quiet. I'd expected as much. A week or so after her decision I'd started a mandatory training course designed to make me employable. I was therefore out of the house much more often and this cut down her opportunity to get me on my own. I knew something was up, though, when on my way out one morning she asked what time I'd be back and, when Mike disappeared to use the bathroom, groped my arse.

I got back around 4pm to find an empty house. I got changed – jeans, t-shirt – and grabbed something to read. At a little after five Karen walked through the door.
"How quickly can you get yourself hard?" she snapped.
I shrugged.
"Depends on the inspiration" I told her.
"A quickie, with me, in the hallway, in about two minutes" she said, which helped a lot. Read more »

She made (m)e and o(f)fer I couldn’t refuse

My unexpected night with Nell, Mike and Karen pretty much destroyed my reputation with Nell and killed any chance we might have had of a relationship or hook up. For a week afterwards, Mike, Karen and I kept things cordial and friendly but no more than that. I was still looking for work and away from the house as often as I could be, just in case.

A week later and I had to start conserving money. The final pay from my last contract came through, so I had money in the bank but really needed to not spend it until more work came my way. I started hanging out at the house more often. I made myself useful, kept the place straight and did assorted chores. This went a long way to clearing up any lingering atmosphere from Mike, who had been basically polite for too long.

I was sitting on the sofa watching TV one afternoon when I heard a key in the door. I went to see who it was to find Karen hanging her coat up, a look of complete annoyance on her face. She stormed off into her bedroom so I went back to the sofa and waited to see what she'd do next. Read more »

The best worst threesome ever (long)

I'd been a bit down on my luck. I'd lost a job and had gone to the M4 Corridor to try to find new work, and while I was looking two college friends – Mike and Karen – had generously offered me their spare room.

While I was job hunting, I got to know Mike and Karen a little better than I had at University. Mike, shorter than me but fitter and darker haired, had got himself a managerial role. Karen, who hadn't found the right job, was in admin. I found out pretty quickly that Karen was a lot less straight laced than she first seemed. Whenever we were alone, she'd flirt (harmlessly) and share jokes that she'd never repeat while Mike was around. Karen was pretty, and worried about her appearance because she'd put on weight at her job. In Uni, Karen had an athletic figure with very few curves but now she had boobs and an ass. She wasn't happy with either, although Mike apparently was. Read more »

Amy’s Dirty Little Secret (m/f)

My first story is here: it's not a part one, and this is not an update.

I once asked Amy what we were to one another. She smiled at me and told me I was her dirty secret. Fair enough.

The down side to being someone's dirty secret is that there isn't always the opportunity to do what you both want to. Amy could get away with dressing in ways she knew would catch my attention, touching me when no one was looking and generally being flirty. It was usually enough to get me really interested in getting her on her own. However, because there wasn't always time, or a place, to do what I really wanted to I had to get better at making the most of any opportunity.

I paid a lot of attention to how I kissed her. In a very short space of time I worked out how and where she liked to be kissed, for how long, how hard. I also worked out where kissing her would make her knees bend involuntarily, and which kisses would get me pushed away from her. I got so good at this I could deliver a kiss that would make her knees week as I was walking past her in a corridor. It turned into a game: first person to demand to be fucked lost. I'm not normally super competitive, but Amy liked to win and I wasn't going to let that happen. Read more »