Ham sap, her [F] headscarf caem off

Shasha was a Malaysian central banker, no joke.

She had come to the US for a mid-career degree at a local policy school, and was heading back home to KL to climb the ranks a few months after we met. She’d agreed to go to a small, out of the way bar in the area, and, given her pious image, I wondered if she would show up.

She did, in a headscarf and very modest dress. She only drank cranberry juice, no alcohol, like a good Muslim. The conservative look didn’t totally hide her figure: she had large breasts on her relatively small frame. Her eyes came alive and communicated charisma as we chatted. She was around 32-33 I think, with jet black hair (wisps visible) and eyes. Her skin tone bordered on nutmeg. I detected a trace of acne scarring on a cheek despite well applied makeup. She was eager and easy to talk to–she’d gone to school in Europe and the UK, and then done a stint in DC repping the Southeast Asian region to the IMF, so we shared enough to get on well.

[MF] Due to a birth defect, my honey pot has always been tighter than normal. Part 3, what a twist !

Firstly, I just want to quickly say I appreciate EVERY single comment on all of my posts. I read them all and most of them make me smile. If I don’t reply, I’m sorry, I try but there are sometimes too many. But I do read them. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!

Also, everything in this story was 100% consensual! If I say anything that implies otherwise, it was for the sake of making the story better or it was an accident.

Now, on to what happened next..

My bed rocked violently, as I lay there on my stomach. My legs were pressed together and I basically looked like I was planking, aside from my arms which were gripping the sheets in front of me so hard that I had already mostly removed them from my mattress. We wasted no time in trying out our new toys. I’m glad the lube we bought was good, because as of right now, my (new!) boyfriend was diving deep into forbidden territory. We had agreed that until I talked to my doctor and got on birth control, we would have to get a little more creative or use condoms. And today, we chose the creative route.

[F] a slutty day at the pool.

Me and my bf took a trip to Jamaica. The first night we drank a lot, and I was pretty hung over the next morning. But we were on vacation, so I put my bikini on and go lay out at the pool with him to work on my tan. When I get there, I pass right out laying face down.

I had unhooked the the back to avoid any tan lines. I woke up, feeling a little burnt, and asked my bf to put some sunscreen on my back. He starts to lotion my back and tells me that an older guy had been staring at me while I was sleeping. My ass was really spilling out of my bikini bottoms. I turn my head and the guy was looking right at me. I have my sunglasses on so he can’t tell I’m looking at him. Mid 40s, super built, grayish hair. He’s there with his wife and 2 daughters.

So my bf is rubbing the sunscreen on my legs and starts lifting my bikini bottoms from the side and really rubbing it in good. The older guy has his eyes locked in. My bf is loving it. Pulling my bottoms up even more. Then he started to put his fingers in my bikini bottoms.

Lots of fun with a Navy Girl [MF]

I met a lot — LOT — of people on MySpace when that was a thing. It didn’t have the explicit intent of being a dating site, but it worked out well for meeting people back in the day. I was not particularly good at risking embarrassment and asking someone out face-to-face, but I was incredibly good at doing it online. The low risk, high reward, instant messaging connection worked well for me. I have always enjoyed writing and banter and since many people are not good at that — or fast typers — I was an online “catch.”

I [M] banged my coworker [F] at the end of my first tax season. [MF]

As what would normally be the tax deadline approaches I’ve been thinking more and more about the opportunities that I’ve had during my career. Most of them professional, but some of them more NSFW. I figured I would share a story from my first busy season some time ago. To describe myself briefly, I’m a pretty average guy. I’ve been called handsome, but I think that has more to do with the fact that I am put together and practice normal self care. I excercise, eat right, and take care of my skin, hair, teeth.

Out of college I found a job with a small/mid sized firm. It was large enough that, after all this time, I couldn’t tell you how many employees there were, but it was small enough that at the time I quickly knew everyone’s name and faces. The junior staff skewed heavily female over male. In those first few months I had many questions, as new hires usually do, most too simple to bother a senior or manager with, so I leaned on the other juniors, most of them other first years and second years, to get some guidance. Ultimately, I directed most of my questions to Allie. It was her second year with the firm and she was great at explaining everything I needed to know. She was short, slim, with narrow hips, flawless pale skin, green eyes, a great butt, and breasts that I would describe as slightly more than a handful. She wore her black hair in a Bob and her smile was contagious.

Anybody want to play? [mf]

As he looked up at her face, she was trembling with excitement and nerves. His lips were gently stroking across the naked flesh of her hips. She knew she wanted this, wanted more. Remembering how she begged and pleaded for him to take her. Trying to reach down and grab his head in order to take what she wanted, forgetting that as she moved her hands they were jerked back by the restraints he had tightly fastened around her wrists. Helpless. At his mercy. With his hands firmly grasping onto her thighs his lips were tracing every inch of her and never quite making it to her clit. She was desperate, she was dripping…

How could he stop himself, she was there to be be used. This sexy, gorgeous woman had submitted herself to him and he would be remiss in his duties as ‘Sir’ if let her go unpleasured. He wanted to feel, taste, corrupt this perfect girl. Judging by how wet she was he could only imagine she was getting as much from this as he was. She was pale, her skin smooth and that little landing strip lay there directing him where to go. It was too easy to start there. She had asked for it, and while good girls deserve to get what they want, sometimes good things come to those who wait.

[MF] Caught my wife cheating Part 2

[Link to Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mhesb7/ff_i_caught_my_wife_cheating/)

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My wife and I had some of the best sex of our life immediately after Sam left. My dick had been ready to explode the second I walked in and saw her getting eaten out by her cute friend. After we fucked, we talked a little bit about what had happened.

“I swear, I’m not mad” I said

“I know you thought it was hot, but I still cheated on you” Carla said

“I know, but I’ll get over it. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Yeah, but it’s not fair. You’ve never been anything but loyal to me and I cheat on you with the first girl who flirts with me like that. I just won’t ever feel ok about it.”

“Will it make you feel better if I go out and fuck someone to even things back out?” I joked

“That’s exactly what you need to do!” Carla squealed

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not doing that. I was kidding. Seriously, it was a one and done thing. Just leave it.”

[M]y time with the [F]ormer pageant queen

Through the miracles of online dating I met her. She was educated, flirty, and down to earth. We decide to have sushi and wax poetic about our lives and such. She was about 5’8″, slightly chubby with small perky tits and a small plump butt. Great conversationalist and after we ate we made out heavily before she left for the date to be concluded. She didn’t mind making out with full tongue right at the door and she also didn’t mind me groping her. I asked her if she wanted to conclude at her place, and she said she’d have to think about it at our next date.

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Our next date is sorta at her house, she just wanted to relax at the pool at her apartment complex. Weird foreplay but I’m down for it. At this point we hadn’t mentioned anything regarding sex outside of our little makeout session so I’m not exactly hoping for sex at this point. We get dressed (separate from each other) for the pool and make our way to one and……it’s closed. Weird she says, she didn’t get an email. So we make haste to the other pool and you guessed it, closed! The kindly fellow smoking a joint of the good shit next to the pool said they haven’t opened they for the season yet. Hmmm something is afoot! But alas we trudge back to her apartment and I take the opportunity to let her walk up the stairs first so I can admire her plump little behind. She notices and doesn’t mind as she gives a smirk.

[M24] Fucked my ex after almost breaking up with my girlfriend [MF]

This all happened over a year back.

I was going through a difficult phase with my girlfriend and I told her that I wanted to break up with her. But she really did not want to and she invited me over one weekend. She was trying to show me what I was gonna miss out. She’s a couple years older than me and has really busty assets and is a freak in bed. She fucked me that day like she meant it. She gave me an amazing blowjob and let me fuck her doggy style for the first time.

A day later we had a talk and decided we won’t break up but its okay for both of us to see other people meanwhile. The very next day I got a call from my ex who was visiting the city. I had broken up with her around a year back and the last time I met her was when we had hung out at her place months back. At that time I had gotten high and made some advances on her but she was clearly not interested so the contact kinda died down between us. And now she was back to the city and asked me if I wanted to hang out. She said she’ll pick me up on her way home from the Airport and I agreed. She was really flirty on the ride home and very touchy throughout. After a while she lied down with her head on my lap and it was really hard for me to control myself.

That time I [F] hooked up with the best man at my best friend’s wedding [MF]

When one of my best friend’s asked me to be her bridesmaid I was pretty much over the moon. But, a few weeks before the wedding, I had to deal with a massive breakup and lets face it breakups can be hard to deal with. With all this, me being at a wedding celebrating love on the most important day of my friend’s life was the last thing I wanted to do. However seeing as this is her big day I forced a smile on my face and told myself **“I can do this”**.

With all the pent up sadness, frustration, heartbreak and forcing myself to be happy I guess I needed some kind of release from all that pressure and with the wedding ceremony rambling on I just felt like everyone was looking at me, like all eyes were staring at me. With the ending of the vows and the kissing of the bride I looked up to find the best man who was supposed to escort me back down the aisle.