Category: gonewildstories

(See my previous “Cute college freshman…” story for the first part of this series.)

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After our first date, we continued texting pretty frequently. It was sometime around the week of Thanksgiving, and she was going home from college for the holiday. While she was staying with her family she would snap me from her bedroom, and after all that happened on our first date she was very flirty with me. We planned to hang out again once she was finished with her finals, which would be in a few weeks.

Over the next few days and weeks we continued to flirt and talk about what all we could do on our next date. We decided that we would meet at her place the weekend after her finals when her roommate was gone, and then she’d head home for the holiday break. As the days went by and we got closer to that weekend, I constantly replayed our first date in my mind. Our texting heated up, and we would have long hot conversations about what we would do when we met again. She brought up things she liked that I did on our first date, and repeatedly commented on how big I was. When she was feeling horny during our chats, she would send nudes like the one linked below. Read more »

A short story, but I love setting my bf up with my friends. This was the first friend I did it with and have since set him up with a lot more. She’s blonde, was a virgin at the time, was 18, and has a nice round butt and slightly bigger boobs than me. She came over and we had a few drinks after which I suggested they go to the bedroom. He ended up fucking her for 45 minutes, and after I got to go in and lick her creamy pussy. Since then they have been hooking up every few weeks, sometimes with me or with other girls, but he always enjoys her pussy.

He’d been dropping off gifts I’d purchased online every few days and I found him to be attractive. He always came by around the same time, give or take 15 minutes. I took a shower and stayed in my towel. I got a bucket of water with a sponge and placed it near the couch and turned up the music. When I heard the truck coming around the corner I got on all fours with my ass and pussy facing the big picture window, pretending to scrub a spill off of the couch. I was scrubbing hard as to make a lot of back and forth movement. This was my husband’s [M43] idea. He watched him from another window. He walked up, stopped and stared for a few seconds, dropped the shipment, rang the bell and walked back to his truck. He looked over his shoulder a few times before getting in and driving away.

She was Gujarati, slim and pretty. She dressed well– professionally, but never tediously. She was older than I was, perhaps 34 at the time, and ran a team, which at the time I did not. She was also married– clearly unhappily, but unable to remove herself from the situation.

We eyed each other up every time I passed her desk, which was often. We could tell what the other had in mind– there was no pretence of it being anything professional or platonic. It was a fun office, by the standards of the City, for being a very large company, and drinks events were common. At the end of particularly fun evening, we found ourselves next to each other at the bar (not entirely by chance). I bought her a drink, and after perfunctory small talk for the sake of those on either side of us, she leaned in and told me that she had thought from the moment she first laid eyes on me that I looked like the man from 50 Shades of Grey. I asked her if she liked that; she looked me in the eye and slowly nodded.  Read more »