[FM] Ongoing adventures with a new friend pt. 2

The other day, I posted about wanting to give a handjob in r/dirtyr4r. I did and that was that. I had no intention of making it a thing or going back to the man who came on his office floor for me, but then he texted me and the adventures have begun. I have titled this Part 2 because the handjob success (also posted in r/dirtyr4r) is now deemed Part 1. I would love to let anyone who cares to read any of this, follow along in what could be crazy hot sexy fun. Please enjoy because I absolutely have been.

A couple days after the handjob in the office, my new friend had been texting me. We had agreed to meet up a few days after our initial visit but then after texting, we decided to meet again that morning. I only had a few minutes but he came to see me anyway. I met him at a local cafe, well actually, I met him in the bathroom of said cafe. We made out a bit, rubbed a little through his pants, pressed our bodies close together, and enjoyed what little time there was. We talked a bit after and then he walked me to work. I was so turned on the whole day I could smell my arousal. It was delicious and enticing.

I [m]ade a cute ice cream shop worker squirt [f]or the first time

I wanted to be sure this story was just right for you all. I can’t believe how much attention and praise my first post got. Thank you /r/gonewildstories, hope you enjoy this one as much as the first.

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I dropped off Izzy [after our amazing first date we had together](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e27z0i/i_fucked_a_cute_ice_cream_shop_worker_mf) and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Everything about her kept running through my head. The way she squeaks when she laughs too hard, her intoxicating charm, her infectiously adorable smile, her soft and sweet kisses, the way we feed of each other’s goofball jokes, the way she looks at me with her big kind eyes, everything about her just stuck with me. She left such an impression on me with our friendship already that I started to fall for her hard. I already had such an unforgettable night with her and I couldn’t wait to see her again and neither could she. We texted and snapped each other constantly the next few days as we both had busy schedules until we ultimately found time for another to meet up again. Izzy’s roommate was visiting a good friend at another college an hour away and she invited me over Saturday evening since she had the place all to herself.

My secret life of hiring Instagram Escorts [MF]

Saw the Sub’s monthly writing challenge, so I figure I would give it a shot.

I’m the over achiever type of guy.  Always gets his shit done, puts in long hours at the office, dependable, reliable, etc.  As such, I’ve advanced my career, sometimes priortizing that ahead of family and friends.  Yeah, I know unhealthy, but you all probably know someone in your life that’s simliar.

The thing is, I have the secret kink of hiring escorts.  Like all the fucking time.  It started about a year ago, and it’s been non step ever since.  And it’s not like I’ll hire any escort.  No, I go for the top talent.  The Instagram model escort.  The 10s.  I’m such a boujee client, when it comes to models.

I travel all the time for work.  I recently got several promotions and moved up the corporate ladder.  So that gives me flexiblity, both in time and travels.  So whenever I travel, I often bring a girl along.  A traveling fuck date, so to speak.  Our travel department allows execs to bring someone, to tag along.  Other work colleagues bring their spouses.  Or their kid, so they can sight see.  No, not me, I bring a model escort to play with.  

The Hairdresser [MF]

I usually get my hair cut by Shelly, a nice older lady who works out of a small shop in town. I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t like to make small talk during a cut, and Shelly understands this perfectly. It feels like a running joke between us. Once a month I arrive, say a quick hello, take my seat, and she does her business quietly. Once I hear “Okay, all done!”, I routinely reply “Looks great, thanks!” Then I pay up front and I’m out the door. Just a simple transaction. But this story isn’t about Shelly. Like I said, nice older lady. Emphasis on older.

A few years ago I was looking especially haggard after I had gone several weeks without a cut. I was looking like Season 1 Jim Halpert when I preferred to look like Season 6 Jim Halpert. I called in to book an appointment, and the lady on the phone told me that Shelly was out of town for a while but had arranged someone to cover her usual clients. Didn’t really matter to me, I wasn’t (and still am not) too picky about my hair. So I booked myself in for an evening with Shelly’s backup.

My [f] first time being sexual with my husband [m]

After my first story, I received a lot of requests for another one. This is fine, other than I don’t have a whole lot of exciting stories. So, sorry if this one is a bit lame.

Since everyone enjoyed my picture on the last story, I added a picture below (totally unrelated to the story).

When I met my husband, I had only had sex with one other guy, and haven’t done anything sexual with anyone else in literally years.

So, we had been seeing each other for about two weeks at this point. I’m naturally quite reserved, but in those two weeks, I couldn’t control my horniness. I would literally go to work, and come home crazy wet. I went from self pleasure on maybe a once every two week basis to a daily basis during that time. I really needed it, but wasn’t the type of person to make that known.

[MF] almost lost a childhood friend cause I couldn’t control myself.

Lost a childhood friend because I couldn’t stop myself. (MF)

Little back drop I (m33) was visiting a friend I’ve known since high school a few years back. When he got married they had move to Florida to be close to her family. Well for my28th birthday he payed to fly me out and spend the week catching up an just in general enjoying it.

Well what I didn’t realize was his wife’s 18 yo sister also lived with them through the weekends. Never met her, till Thursday night. Damn Florida has something in the water cause damn. Haha after dinner that night I guess I was too flirty or staring too much because before we crashed he warned me his wife had told him to keep me away from her. I agreed cause it’s my bro an I didn’t think that much of it. But then Friday Saturday and Sunday night right about 12-1 am she would sneak into the den an well as the title says.

[MF] Me, my wife, and our love of dildos.

My wife and I have been fantasizing for years about inviting other men into our marital bed. Both of us enjoy many different kinks, but nothing gets the both of us going like the fantasy of other men.

For her, the fantasy is centered on her desire to be a slut. She loves the idea of spreading her legs and offering her pussy to some stranger’s cock. I think most women do, at some point or another, entertain fantasy scenarios of the wanton slut variety. But my wife really loves the slut fantasy. Her cunt gushes at the mere mention of other men using her twat. She loves her dildos and even gave them names. They are, of course, much larger than my own cock. And so another layer of her slut desire is to be taken by a man with an extra large cock.

For me, the fantasy is centered on my desire to see my wife acting on her depraved urges, and watching her cum on a cock not attached to me. But my fantasy is also equally centered on my own desire to suck cock and fuck other men. Having been actively bisexual in my youth, the desire for gay sex has never really left me.

[MF] Nanny by day, cocksucker by night

Claire: “Thinking of?”

Me: “You eagerly sucking my cock!”

C: “Oh. You have no idea how badly I want to suck a nice cock right now. :)”

M: “How badly? I’ll send an Uber.”

C: “Really?”

A few hours earlier:

The wife and kids were out of town for the night. I was to join them the next day after finishing some work. I began browsing apps/sites looking for what I might find…The few times a month this happens is usually uneventful. However, Claire’s profile popped up and we began chatting almost immediately.

We exchange additional pics and I was definitely into her look. She was petite with dark curly hair and a great smile. After just chit chatting about the mundane in our lives…we realized we both want to meet in the near future and were discussing when and where and then it got kinky.

She asks about my kinks and I tell her I enjoy public play, tying girls up, and being a serial cheater. She responds with how she would love me to slip my hand up her skirt in a restaurant. She then tells me how she would love to fuck me in my wife’s bed…She also mentions how she is into pleasing, submitting, and sucking cock. Oh and she loves cum.

[FM] I broke my previous slutty records by fucking in a public coffee shop right after meeting for the first time and I’m really proud of myself.

The moment I saw him I knew I wanted to fuck him. His eyes sparkled with a fierce intensity that made electrical jolts of excitement shoot through me. My heart was racing. I forced myself to chat about other things as we sipped our lattes, but in what seemed like a flash we were finished and his eyes were looking deep into mine. I squirmed and looked down to break the intensity, but he gently squeezed my hand and brought my gaze back to his.

“I want to fuck you.” He said, simply, but boldly. Another jolt shot through me as my breath caught for a moment. I bit my lip then dropped the pretense, matching his intensity with my own look of lust and desire. “I want to fuck you too.”

The coffee shop we were in had a lower basement section that wasn’t being used in the winter so I grabbed my coat and bag and headed down the stairs. He waited a couple minutes then followed me down. The room was small, with a tiny stage and some small, narrow tables against the walls. There were a couple pantry areas for the shops above us, and a tiny bathroom. While we looked around and debated whether or not this was a good spot another man even followed us down the stairs, but quickly left when he realized the event he was looking for wasn’t actually there.

I [F] had an affair with a 39 year old married man [M] when I was 19

This took place a few years ago (I was 19 at the time), while I was home from college for the summer. I noticed an older, very attractive man looking at me through the mirror while I was on the treadmill. I was in a tight tank top that showed off my cleavage and short shorts that would probably show too much if someone was directly underneath me. I have to admit, I had seen him there before and purposely would do squats or dead lifts close to him so he could get a nice view. I knew he had a wife, as she was there with him on the weekends. It didn’t stop me from trying to show off my body. After making eye contact in the mirror, he came up to me and asked if he knew me from somewhere. I said it was probably just from seeing me at the gym. The whole conversation, his glance kept moving toward my tits but I didn’t mind. He was very tall, had dark hair and piercing eyes. His biceps and triceps were so defined. I couldn’t help picturing his strong arms holding me while he fucked my tight vagina. I could now feel a tingle between my legs and felt my heart rate quicken. I realized I was so lost in the fantasy that I had stopped listening to what he said. Coming back to reality, he finished with “Well I hope to keep seeing you here. It is quite the motivation to come to the gym.” I smiled and quickly replied “I hope I see you more too. I could use some tips on lifting.” He said he would like that, smiled and walked away. My focus was totally lost, so I finished my run and headed home. When I got in my car, I felt like I could finally breath again. Although now I could feel that my panties were completely soaked.