Being destroyed by BBC and my husband [MFM]

So Covid has been cramping my style, just like pretty much everyone else. As a slut like me it has been really hard not being able to go to swinger parties or meeting new guys to fuck has been really hard. Luckily this past week I got to have some naughty, slutty fun!

So I have been seeing one of my partners Anthony since Memorial Day weekend which has been great. I originally met him at my first gangbang in 2018 and we have been playing ever since. We have built trust and that has allowed us to fuck bare which is amazing. He came over last Sunday for another fun play session. He came over to my house and we worked our way upstairs. We started making out, and he is such a good kisser. I reached down and touched his cock through his boxers and he was already rock hard. I moved down to my knees and freed his cock. I started sucking his cock, taking it all the way to the back of my throat. Slobbering all over his cock is so much fun! He grabbed the back of my head and started thrusting into my mouth, face fucking me. I’m gagging on his cock and he keeps pushing it to the back of my throat.

[FM] cucked my boyfriend

my boyfriend (19m) and i(19f) have been fantasizing about having a threesome with one of his friends for a couple of weeks. we planned for me to hook up with one of his friends before the threesome so it would less awkward during it. we decided i was going to take it slow and only give him head the first time we hooked up then we’d have sex the next time to make sure we were both it. the opportunity presented itself this weekend and i hooked up with his friend. i got a little carried away while i was giving him head and ended up fucking him. it was honestly so amazing.. my boyfriend was a little taken back when i told i fucked at first but now he’s super excited for the threesome!

[FM] My husband Henry and I ruined my wedding dress

My partner Henry and I have wanted to do the whole “exchange rings and then dance the night away” thing for a while, but the pandemic has made it a little difficult to gather our family and close friends in one place for even a casual courthouse wedding. As recently as the end of June, we still held out hope that we could have a small in-person ceremony at some point in 2020 instead of one over Zoom. But then Henry’s sister, a doctor, finally told us to give up on that dream for at least a year.

At the beginning of July, I decided to quit my job on July 31st and start a new one in the middle of August for a bit of a break. The new gig came with some decent perks, including better health insurance for spouses than the insurance Henry had through his job. It was an interesting incentive. Around the time I put in my notice (don’t burn bridges with your employers, kids), Henry and I sat down before bed to plan out the rest of the summer and talk about the future. We stared at each other from across the kitchen table in our pajamas, our eyes narrowed with suspicion as we tried to suss out how the other person was feeling. “Should we…?” I finally asked slowly.

I [25/M] fucked the hot bartender [27/F] after she demanded it (not that I was complaining) [FM] (long-ish)

skip to the filthy stuff by searching for &&&& (sorry, I really enjoy writing the background stuff, but if you’re just horny go for it)

A few weeks after I got back from [my last trip to London](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hyltsz/i_24m_fucked_my_longtime_crush_after_she_23f/), I started bartending and DJing full time and decided that PA wasn’t enough fun for me so I decided to move to NYC into a shitty apartment I found on Craigslist. I had 2 roommates in a 5th story walkup in Manhattan, and it was the most exciting thing ever for me. Basically broke and surviving off of money I had saved up from the 6 months I lived at home, I got deep into the Manhattan bar and club scene, trying everything possible to “make it” as a DJ. It was scary and very hard at times thanks to NYC having the most competitive DJ market in the country (sorry LA). Thankfully, I wasn’t a newbie like many other DJs so after proving myself and making the right connections, I started enough working gigs that paid well enough to avoid thinking about a 9-5 and meant I just got to fuck around, gig, and have fun — I was working 4 or 5 nights a week. One of those gigs was a Friday night residency at this club where that was “hip” enough to get me some cred in the city.

Omegle [F] [FM]

i really enjoy going on omegle while im playing with myself just to tease the men (sometimes women) underneath dirty categories.

it turns me on so much especially when they tell me what to do to myself and how to do it.

me and my friends used to also flash people on there and it was super fun, especially the things we were told to do to eachother but maybe that’ll be another confession ;)

my favorite part is wearing my thigh high socks with a skirt on and a plug in my ass and bending kinda tilted so my ass is facing the camera and you can just barely see my lips sucking and licking on my dildo.

maybe i’ll invite a friend over to go on omegle soon with me again ;)

I [M] had sex with a long time crush of mine [F]

This might get a little long, so look to ——– for the good shit.
I apologize if this isn’t great, this is the first time that I’ve really written about my experiences, sexual or otherwise.

I met Ellie during my sophomore year at college, in one of the mandatory classes that nobody really cared about. We kind of bonded over having a very strange professor, but other then that, we didn’t really spend much time together. That said, I clearly remember thinking that she was pretty cute. That semester ended and that was the last I saw of her for a little while.

Then the big flaming dump-truck that was junior year rolled around. My classes were difficult, partially due to the subject matter and partially because of the fact that I’m not very smart. All of my grades were awful, and the cherry on top of that garbage sundae was that I hated all of my many roommates. The only redeeming quality of this year was that Ellie was in a handful of my classes.

The Starbucks Slut – Part 2 [MF]

[Part 1 can be found here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i5ik7x/the_starbucks_slut_mf_part_1/)

It had been a few days since my first red hot date with the Starbucks slut, and I was eager to see her again. We had been texting each other sexy little messages back and forth and I think we both knew that the next date was time to fuck. The day before our date she sent me a picture of her tiny pink pussy, spread wide and leaving very little to the imagination. Instantly I remembered burying my face in her sopping little snatch and attacking her clit with my tongue until she had a screaming orgasm. I spent over an hour edging to her pic before finally unloading a massive cumshot while imagining the feeling of burying every inch of my cock in her. Fantasy would not even compare to the reality of how hot a fuck this little minx would prove to be.

[MF] My holiday in New Zealand

Back in 2015 in my early thirties a group of friends of mine put together a skiing trip to New Zealand. We organised to have a big house together near the mountains in Queenstown. 2 couples, another solo male and myself. Within about two days of the initial planning I found out that a longtime close and intimate friend of mine, Alexa, would be back in Australia for a few months at the same time. I quickly ran her inclusion past the main organiser of the holiday and with his approval invited her to join us. Happy days. I was excited and looking forward to the trip.

In the months leading up to our adventure and before Alexa arrived in Australia, I started seeing a Thai lady Aee. It the start of a hot and tempestuous relationship. Still in the early stages, Alexa arrived and immediately took a massive disliking to Aee. Alexa had wanted us to be together but I wasn’t willing to split things off with Aee so soon into starting to go out with her. Aee was also very controlling with me and frequently had her hand out for my money. Alexa didn’t like seeing me being used and offered several times to pull out of the trip so I could take Aee instead. I had no intention of taking Aee. I knew I’d end up paying for the entire trip for her. Alexa would in contrast carry her weight financially and she had been a part of my friendship circle for a long time already.

Got passed around the [f]rat house a little . . . and then things evolved . . .

This happened when I was in college. Names have been changed to protect the (semi-)innocent . . .

The guys at Alpha Beta had a bit of a reputation for being the bad boys on campus. One (Tom) lived on my hall freshman year and I had a class with two others (one a sophomore- Mike and one a junior- Kevin). I joked around with them all semester and had bit of a crush on all three- moreso Mike and (especially) Kevin.

Walking back form class one day with Mike and Kevin, Mike pulled me aside and asked me if I’d like to be his date to their winter semi-formal. It was cute seeing him shyly ask me and I gladly accepted. I love dressing up and was looking forward to that Saturday night. I wore my little black dress and Mike looked very nice in his suit as we went out to dinner before the band and bar at the fraternity house. Two other guys I had met once or twice before and their dates went to dinner with us. I was having a very good time and was even able to get served wine at dinner without anyone asking if I was 21. I kind of resolved with myself that if Mike made a move, I would hook up with him to one extent or another that night.

Teasing my [M] super-religious neighbor [F]

The trouble started with apples. I like the symmetry.

After the virus lockdown, it made sense to buy groceries in large lots or in bulk, and that works well, for things that don’t spoil easily.

I live with my wife, who is amazing. Across the street is a couple with two kids, and they are far more devoutly evangelical Christian than anyone else I see regularly.

And I do see them regularly. We hang out, at a distance, and barbecue at a distance, and have movie nights at a distance. Not very often. Just once in a while.

I have been at home since the beginning of spring. My dear wife is sometimes out — more often than I am.

After the neighbor, Rachel, shopped one day, she must have asked my wife if we wanted to split of the bushel of apples she bought, and my wife must have agreed. While I was deep in my dark house, in a comfortable old tee and thin, linen pajama pants, I heard a knock at the front door.