He [M]ade Italy [F]un..

It was our first night in Italy together… we were excited because we were by chance going to the same place. Or maybe he only came for me, I’m not sad either way. Our first evening there we spilt some pizza and beer on a dock and let out feet dangle in the water. We were tired from traveling but that never stopped our conversation or our excitement to be in a new place together. We wandered the ally ways and narrow city paths and found ourselves at a little restaurant along the canal. Somewhere in the midst of dinner a storm blew in and we sat it out with a bottle of wine until we could get a bus back to the hostel.

This hostel was awesome, one of my favorites. Once we were back we stayed in the lounge area and drank tequila and played foozeball until we ran out of time and the bar closed down. With a pretty hefty buzz and a bunch of giggles we made it back to his room. He was alone for the night, I had 5 other people in my room so of course we settled on talking in his room. It started as casual and ended with sweet goodbyes. Nothing more. The next night was a different story.

[MF] fun night in the city with my Latina GF back in the day

So I thought I’d share some stories from back in the day. I’m pounding this out on my phone so excuse my typos please. Long wind up. Thanks for hanging in there

Back in college was dating this hot little Hispanic Chica. Loved her from the first day I saw her… Busty, short, curvy , great hair, great smile. Total spark plug. Fun and fiesty. I got to know her and we hooked up … she was DTF most all the time. As I later found out … without clothes it got even better. Short little hour glass. 32DD breasts with perfect nipples that tightened up and stood tall when teased, perfectly trimmed pussy… that instantly was wet, wet, wet.

Me, classic white guy. Dark brown hair. Not cut, but certainly not sloppy. 6 ft and 185 lbs. spose I look better with clothes on than off but oh well. my game is more about being smart, fun, a bit of a smart ass, and love to get various groups to party together. The more the merrier. Love adventure. Truth is I love women and I love women’s bodies … been told I’m “….an x-rated romantic”.

Hotwife Starbucks Hookup [MF]

First let me describe my wife. She is now a BBW, 5-02, 200, 38-32-44. She has beautiful shoulder length platinum hair. Her company has offices throughout the region and she occasionally travels for work, once or twice a year maybe. She has been known to find a playmate during these trips.

Yesterday she had to attend a 10 a.m. meeting at a facility about two hours away. She left home about 7:30 dressed in a black business suit with a shiny blue blouse and black flats. The meeting ran a little long and didn brake up until 12:30. She begged off going out to lunch and left for home.

Just before she got on the interstate, she decided to pee and grab a coffee at the Starbucks. Just as she got to the door a guy came up and opened the door for her. Being a good southern girl she said “Thank you.” Surprisingly, instead of saying “You’re welcome,” the guy said “You are beautiful.” She stampered out another “You’re welcome,” and headed to the bathroom.

My wife got pregnant and has no idea by who [MF]

Figured I’d share this here too. I’m sure it will mostly get downvotes but for the few that are into this, here you go.

I’m dusting off an old burner account for this one because I don’t want to associate it with my main one since this has to do with “breeding” and not what I’m typically into.

My wife and I have been doing the hotwife thing for over 2 years now. Although I see it as a hotwife relationship, it definitely has a lot of elements of cuckolding. Anyway, that’s besides the point.

[F]ooled around in his office, almost getting caught [FM][long]

This is an update about a hot coworker of mine I wrote about a few months ago. Please check out the first story to understand this one fully – https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/by30mm/oh_just_fuck_me_already

Long story as always!

CK and I have a sexual tension I’ve really had with no other person before.

It’s probably due to the fact that we both have a very twisted sense of humour, we both grew up not happy with our outward appearances, and both have recently changed that.

I grew up very obese and after working very hard, am now in a place where I feel very confident with my body. I have curves that men crave, large breasts and a big butt and thighs, with a flat midsection. You can check out my body on my account if you want.

I’ve worked with CK around a year and a half now. I’ve seen him change tremendously in that time as well due to his efforts at the gym. He’s tall with strong, sexy arms that I can’t help but stare at anytime he’s not in long sleeves. Incredible butt that I’ve tried to not get caught checking out, basically everytime he walks by. Dark hair with a smile that makes me wet each time I’m the cause of it appearing.

Wife (45/F) and I (47/M) are happily married and sexually frisky, into light BDSM and fantasy. We’ve been fantasizing so much about a third person in the room that she wrote me this story and asked me to finish the second half! [MF] [MMF]

We check-in to our hotel room and find our room on the 27th floor. We carefully unpack silently while sizing up the kind bed, the slots in the headboard (perfect for restraints), and the uncovered floor to ceiling windows overlooking NYC. It’s dusk and while we both enjoy the view we are especially excited about the exposure, our exposure to the world. I hang up my clothes in the closet and set up the sex toys side-by-side on the bedside table. You methodically untie and inspect the rope, running it carefully between your fingers and slowly twisting it in a figure 8. Next you pick up the leather whips one-by-one carefully running your finger over the edges and inspecting them carefully. You flash me a sinister smile and sideways glance when you quickly crack each whip against the table to remind me why we are here. My breath quickens and heart beats faster with each snap of leather against wood. After you inspect each piece you place the toys in the drawer to hide them from the massage therapists who are due in our room shortly.

[MF] Fingering the Fiancée of a Feminine Frat Friend

This is a story about a public sexual encounter I had with a friend’s fiancee (more like acquaintance’s fiancee if I’m being honest – I couldn’t help myself with the alliteration in the title) in front of him at his birthday party.

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*Background*: I met Josh in grad school. The class sizes were small and we worked together on a few group projects, and so I got to know him decently well. I think Josh likes the idea of being a guy’s guy, but most would describe him as very effeminate – he is small framed, wears expensive flashy clothing, and speaks with a nasally, gay lisp. Many of my gay peers jokingly expressed relief that there was someone ‘gayer and more flamboyant’ than them in our class. Josh was extremely sensitive about his masculinity and sexuality, though, often giving knee-jerk reactions to any jokes that might even insinuate he is gay, and talking about sex and women (reminiscent of scenes from The 40-Year-Old Virgin) or about cars and hanging with his frat bros. I don’t want to get too far into armchair psychology, but it really seemed like an unfortunate case of bad case of repression and a lack of self-acceptance.

[MF] I fucked a married MILF in a stairwell

When I was a student I used to work some easy jobs to earn some extra cash. I would do pretty much anything you want. Paint job, carrying stuff, walking your dogs, whatever comes to your mind. I put an ad in a local group on facebook, and one day I got a message from some woman. She needed some things carried away from her apartment. So, my friend and I showed up, and there she was. Hot, blonde woman in her forties, with amazing big tits. She was talking about her husband, and how he is always away on a ship, and he rarely comes home, so she has to pay for stuff like that. We did the job, drank a beer, got paid and went home. We were both commenting on our way home, all the nasty stuff we would to to her pretty face, and tight ass. Other day we already forgot about it.

I edged [m]y [f]riend for about a week and she damn near lost her mind

I wrote about Lisa last week, and that story was about us starting our fwb relationship. This is about the second time we saw each other, where things got a little kinkier.

Again, here are our physical descriptions– she’s Indian and 23 at the time, with a great tone of brown skin and big light brown eyes. Curly black hair, a thin figure with b-cups, maybe standing at 5’6 or so. Gorgeous smile, too. I was 29, 5’10 and athletic, covered in tattoos and body hair. Bearded, short black hair, and brown eyes.

We had been texting quite a bit since that first time, and it was maybe another week or two before we saw one another. During that period, she had asked that we explore instructions and edging. I gave her a few rules– that she would not cum until we saw each other again, that she would edge herself at least once per night, and that the day of our date, she would wear a note in her panties that said “Daddy’s Girl”. We met outside of a sex shop in DC (Secret Pleasures) and her nipples were hard as rocks through the sage green dress she was wearing. She also had on stockings because she knows I like them, and she looked amazing. I kissed her deeply upon arrival, and I could already sense how pent up she was. Giving her ass a squeeze, we went inside. We browsed the toys and ended up getting her a set of nipple clamps, but not before I had her go into the bathroom and edge once more before we left. She had trouble driving home, in part because I had a hand on her leg the entire time.

The time I [F](18) sucked off 2 strangers [M][M] (22) (24)in a park at night then whet some with one (a long read but trust me it’s worth it)

Ok, so this happened at te tail end of high school. I think it was in the week that preceded graduation. I was 18 at the time. Since school had just ended everyone was out and about on vacation or off doing new things. That left me kind of stranded for the first week of summer. The area I lived in was a quiet sleepy suburb. Everything one needed was available in the local area. There were also a variety parks and wild trails all around, along with streams and creeks to hang out in. So it was on one of those sleepy nights, a Friday night around 9:30-10, and I was in need of some good company. It had been a very boring week and I was growing restless, so I decided to sneak out and take a late night walk around the neighborhood. So I filled up my flask with some cheap whisky i found in my sock drawer and went out the window.