[MF] I finally fuck my wife’s sister [cheating] [feet]

And so it happened

I had sex, nope, made love to my sister-in-law yesterday and it was incredible.

I was home taking down Xmas decorations. The only thing I had to look forward to was the peaceful 30 minutes outside taking down the lights.

30 blissful minutes with no kids. No wife. No demands.

“I need you to go out” said the wife. Large glass of wine in hand. The baby on her hip and a look that said she knew I wouldn’t want to but was asking anyway. “My sister just text. She’s stranded and drunk. Can you pick her up?”

“Yup. Of course” I replied. “Where is she?”

“I’ll text you the address. I’m sorry. I know you’ve been at work all week”

I told the wife I was fine. Secretly I was better than fine. I’d developed quite the crush on her sister over the years and the prospect of an hour with her; a drunk her to be specific was a late Christmas present.

I [F] was a college slut, used like a toy by my Tinder date [M]

This story is pretty long, so skip to the break if you just want the sex part lol.

Now I’m not as much of a slut anymore, but a few years ago I was in college and exploring my newfound freedom by having a lot of casual sex. I tended to find hookups on dating apps, and though I was swiping on a lot of women I found that the men were easier to arrange a quick fuck with. All I had to do was lead with some aggressive flirting and they would clear their schedule for me. So I had been at this for a while, fucking maybe one new guy a week, and I was starting to get a bit of an ego about it. It was almost like a game to me to a certain extent; I loved all the back-and-forth that led up to them coming over to my apartment. I liked sending them snaps of what (little) I was wearing, or messaging them a fragment of a fantasy of mine, just enough to tease and get them thinking. I really liked watching them try to be gentlemanly with me when they were obviously horny as hell. The best ones didn’t even bother and started undressing me as soon as I let them in.

Barman kisses Vampire across the bar on Halloween, turns into three-way [FFM] (Part 1)

*I have a few of these stories from my time running a student bar (and since then as a guy living in London)… Thought I should get them written down. If you like this let me know and I’ll try and get some others up. Feel free to DM me constructive criticism of my writing style so I can improve future tales.*

It’s Halloween 2008, I’m running a campus bar in the UK and we are throwing a mini Halloween themed event. Think mandatory fancy dress, spooky cocktails, apple bobbing in the car park, decorations everywhere. I’ve fully thrown myself into the spirit of Halloween, painted my skin (entire body and face) in red paint, have horns on my head and a Cape.

It’s a fairly busy night, the bar is only visited by students as its in the middle of a residential area on a campus, and is primarily the pre-watering hole for the student union night club. This means that the bar is full of horny first year uni-students, half a term into their first semester, dressed as only students can on Halloween. Costumes include slutty demons, slutty bunnies, slutty vampires, superheroes, generic vampires and demons and morph suits.

One Night Stand- (Finale) 2x my age, 2x the fun [MF]

Continued from earlier parts…

Kari looked me in the eyes (one of my favorite all-time moves) and began to give a to-die-for blowjob. It was wet and never too fast. Her technique was incredible as she teased the tip and used her lips, kissing the underside of my shaft.

I leaned forward and grabbed her hair and shoulders. After I was on the verge of exploding, I told her it was my turn. She didn’t miss the cue and traded places with me, spreading her legs wide and pushing her wet thong aside to show me her waxed  pussy.

I sat on her floor in front of her and enthusiastically licked and teased her. (She cums first, after all!) I played with her clit with one hand and inserted two fingers from the other in her. All the while, she gripped onto the back of my head, pulling at my hair. Listening to her moan and gasp was incredible.

[M]y [F]amily Trip to Hawaii Part 4

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eg8fli/my_family_trip_to_hawaii/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/egjqr4/my_family_trip_to_hawaii_part_2/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/egvnfa/my_family_trip_to_hawaii_part_3/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

We all got dressed up and decided to go for a nice dinner out to finish the trip off. I wore a nice dress shirt and a tie, and my wife wore this open back silk strapless dress that just fit her body perfectly and had me staring all night. I’m a very tactile person, so sex appeal aside, I would have loved to just rub that dress all night long.

Almost to my relief our dinner was quite tame. No reckless attempts at my nether regions from either side of the table and no arguments or complaining, which is a rare thing at a family dinner. It was nice to see everything falling back in to our norm.

After dinner we went back to the condo and all sat in the living room to watch a movie. It was the season of Hallmark movies so I put one on and sat back, waiting to see what big city lawyer would move home and find love.

A threesome in a strange city [FMM]

I truly believe the best stories happen in cities where nobody knows your name.

I’m [25F] starting residency next year, and as part of the matching process, I have to attend interviews all over the country. I live in a city on the east coast, and my first interview was in a city in the southwest. After a long interview day, I decided to wind down by exploring the city. Coming from the east coast to the southwest, I was enjoying the relatively warmer weather and took advantage of it by wearing a short black dress that reached my mid-thighs and showed off my olive-toned legs and a light maroon sweater that I left open, revealing the shape of my small and perky breasts. My dark, long curly hair rested effortlessly over my shoulders and down my back, a single clip on the side holding some flyaway strands.

I [F]ucked a (much older) [M]arried man for the first time today, now I’m his slut

Posted this yesterday on another sub, but I figured it belongs here too. I’m 26, he’s 46.

New account for privacy purposes. I’d been fantasizing about being used by an older man, so naturally I made a post on Reddit. Now, what’s interesting, is he didn’t reach out to me directly. A woman reached out to me recommending this man that fucked her silly for hours, that I should talk to. Well, who doesn’t take that recommendation? She introduced us, and we’ve been talking for about a month since then.

We’ve discussed what we’re looking for, and what we like. He is in an open marriage, and I am single. He is focused on pleasing his partner, and well so am I. So much so, that the more we talked the more all I wanted to be is his perfect slut. I want to tend to all of his fantasies and sexual desires. He’s never met anyone quite like that, apparently.

I[M] was her[F] boss and could not resist her advances.

I was working as a manager in a small town in the midwest at the time. The business was brand new and I had helped train many of the new employees there. I was 26 at the time. Half white, half Asian, 5’8” with an athletic build. After a couple months rumors had already gotten around that some of the girls thought I was attractive. I had already had a fling with another supervisor outside my department, but I’m somewhat timid and I also do not drink alcohol (which makes it kind of hard to meet girls). I also didn’t want to break company policy and sleep with someone in my department, but I was enjoying being the eye candy and would often go to social gatherings and try my best to flirt with the girls I worked with.

I [F] betrayed my religion, family, friends, boyfriend, and everything to fuck my roommate’s gorgeous boyfriend [M]

My roommate’s boyfriend comes over way too often. I hate it when I catch them kissing. I hate how I touch myself in the shower, hoping that he hears me, how I “accidentally” leave my lingerie in the living room, how I happen to do my squats in skin-tight leggings at the same time he says goodnight to her every night, how I was closer to him until she snatched him up. I hate how many parts of me drool over the thought of him, as a good Christian girl, and how, if these thoughts became public, I would be excommunicated by my boyfriend, family, fellowship, and friends.

One ovulating Tuesday during finals season, I rushed back to the apartment to hear their moans emanating from the bedroom. He sounded exactly as I imagined in my recurring fantasies– nice and breathy, calling me a good girl while pounding me to bits.

I couldn’t stop myself from sitting quietly on the couch and touching myself. With the other hand I fumbled my phone out and messaged her: *hey, Pastor Paul wanted to move your bible study earlier. Could you make it to St. John’s in 10?*

New Year’s Eve [MF]

It was New Year’s Eve and I was single. I was invited to a party and the thought of the clock ringing midnight without some one to kiss was deoressing. I decided to go anyway. I got dressed and headed out. The party was in full swing when I arrived and I mingled with friends. I knew just about everyone there but there were a few people who were new to me.

One such person we shall call Nadine. She was a tall blonde with a full figure and a very pretty face. She was a friend of a friend and we moved in the same circles although this was our first time meeting. We got off to a good start, talking and flirting. I found out that she was a model for an agency that specializes in plus-size models. I was intrigued, as I had never met a model before.

The night wore on and I had a good time, my mood improved. When midnight approached, I hoped to get a kiss from Nadine. The group exchanged casual kisses. I kissed a few friends myself. When Nadine came by, we too kissed, but it was a polite, public kiss. I was disappointed it wasn’t more, but I at least got a kiss, so I was content to satisfy myself with that.