Night Out [MF]

“Babe, I don’t have anything to wear.”

I peeked inside the closet to find Nina, my wife standing there, clearly frustrated. There in our closet was a 5’1″, 120lbs, petite woman, who was naked shuffling through racks of clothes. Her 34B breasts bouncing in a hypnotic way. She was annoyed that she couldn’t find something she wanted to wear and that I wasn’t helping her. It was a tough week for the both of us with our jobs and we hadn’t spent a ton of time with one another during the week. However, it was our date night. I surveyed past my section of the closet and peered at her collection of clothes as she was picking through dresses, skirts, leggings and jeans.

Jokingly I said, “Why don’t you just wear lingerie,” as I stepped into the shower to get ready for our date.

“Ha ha. Very funny,” she said unassumingly.

I turned on our space heater and hopped into the shower. Winters here are survivable rarely ever dipping below thirty degrees but Nina’s preference was to have a heater on when we showered. I, a 5’8″, 160lbs, slim with black hair and brown eyes, took to scrubbing my body and make lewd hip thrusts at my wife from the other side of the glass. I usually get her attention by gyrating my hips having my seven inch penis slap my sides.

[FM] Shisha, Cocaine and outdoor sex

*Background: I live in an Islamic country where sex before marriage is illegal. Needless to say Outdoor sex is very dangerous and illegal as well. This is the story of one of the many outdoor hookups I’ve had.*

*Also, since I’ve got many DMs asking if I’m arab or muslim, no, I’m not arab or muslim.*

Part 1: The Meetup

Everyone was having fun at the party but I was feeling restless. A gorgeous boy across the room had caught my eye but he was surrounded by girls, not leaving him alone even for a second.

“Who’s that guy?!” I asked my friend.

“Oh my God how could you not know him!” My friend said while searching for his instagram. Turns out he was yet another model/instagrammer/athlete. Your classic fuckboi. Just the kind that always end up in my bed, filling my holes with their cum.

“Damn girl, I’d do anything to suck his dick right now.” I told my friend while staring at the fuckboi.

“Well go talk to him then.” She suggested.

Getting to Know [M]y [F]ysical Therapist Neighbor

I read a lot of these stories and like a lot of you think “yeah right,” I used to read Penthouse Forum as a teen too.  So I promised that when I posted here that the stories would be true.  That is my pledge.

Back in the mid-1980s I was a graduate student at a large mid-western university.  And I mean huge with a student population close to 20x the size of my undergrad school.  After a year there, the Army yanked me out for training.  When I finished the training I returned to school but had to find a new living situation.  I ended up getting a townhouse north of town with an accountant named S.  Stories of his escapades could fill a book.

The complex was full of beautiful ladies in their 20s but I was too shy and socially awkward to get beyond saying hello to them.  One day I saw a new neighbor with tags my home state, so I tool it as an opportunity to say hello.  It turned out she had gone to school 45 minutes from my hometown and had just moved to my current city to start her career as a physical therapist.  Her name was J.  She stood about 5.4, muscular build,.smaller breasts,.and short hair (these last two will get me every time).

How I [F] lost my virginity

I(f) lost my virginity at 22 on a hot and humid night thanks to a whole bottle of rum and sexual tension that had been building for 7 months. We had only ever made out before this. That is the closest thing to anything sexual I have ever done. No blowjobs, no eating out, no fingering, no hand jobs, NOTHING. It wasn’t magical, but it was for sure memorable and I’m glad that’s how it all panned out.

I am not a party person but I got talked into going to a house party. Was not having a good time. Played one game of beer pong and then I was ready to leave, but I didn’t want to go home and I didn’t want to be sober. So, I texted my now fuck buddy and asked him if he wanted to get drunk knowing full and well I wanted to have sex that night. He told me “sure, but just a warning I’m extremely horny and will probably end up naked.” So I left the party(I was still extremely sober) and drove to his house.

My hot unicorn adventure [FFM]

I (28F, in a open relationship) came into contact with this amazing couple via a mutual friend. They struggled to find a unicorn and clicked while chatting. They (34F + M) have been together for 10 years and really wanted to experience a plus one adventure.

We met each other when they visited my town for a couple of days. We started with drinks and N. (F) and M. (M) smoked a little. After an hour or so we went to their cozy AirB&B close by to drink some more wine. There you could feel the tension rise immediately, without everything becoming too awkward. They let me pick the music and N. thought it would be nice to dance a little for us. M. and I were sitting on the bed, while she playfully shook her cute bum for us. Lifting up her dress a little to show what’s underneath, looking over her shoulder and saying ‘hmmm.. You guys want to see more huh? I don’t think so…’ And continued dancing. Quite a show! She showed us more and more of her sexy thong until she took the dress off and bent over me. She touched my head, my hair, brushed her lips against my neck and my lips while I could feel her breasts against my shirt. Hot.

[MF] Procrastination 101 – I kept pulling all-nighters because I couldn’t pull out of her. (Part 1 – The Study Room)

# Preface

To anyone who has read my adventures in the past, this is [adventure 1]([https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cahq1v/group_mmmf_there_are_no_mistakes_just_happy/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cahq1v/group_mmmf_there_are_no_mistakes_just_happy/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)) in my list of past escapades.

My (ex) girlfriend, Shae, and I attended the same university, where we studied quite frequently together. Of course, to maintain sanity, we were always relieving our stress in the best way we could.

We were *constantly* horny, which became unhealthy in the way that we couldn’t even think about finishing homework unless we finished each other off. When we’d sit next to each other, we’d often whisper in each other’s ears, secretly sext each other, or touch each other, until it became such a distraction that we needed to do something about it.

There are some distinct occurrences we had at University that I think are worth mentioning. This is 1 such occurrence – in the study room.

**Note**

While Shae and I were in an open relationship which I detailed in my previous story, this specific story takes place before we actually opened the relationship; however, much of our dirty talk consisted of including other people, and she was also heavily turned on by being degraded, so this story does include some of that.

[MF] It started with 3 songs and became more

I went to an alternative strip club for the first time last Sunday afternoon. I was never a big fan of strip clubs but it was around the corner from my house and I was interested to see what it was like. The girls there were cute and all with tats and/or piercings but business was slow at times for the first few hours I was there. At times I was the only one there. So I had fun, drank a few beers and B.S. with the strippers, nothing crazy until the shift change happened and the place started to fill up.

That is when I saw her, dirty blond hair, handful size tits with pierced nipples, thick ass with thighs to matched (no gap here) and she know how to move around that stage. I surprised myself by getting hard something that has been rare for me lately and plus I was wearing basketball shorts so it was noticeable. When her set was done I sat there through the next girl to clam down. Before getting up and getting another beer.

I [F] had the strangest/greatest sex of my life. Can’t wait to do it again.

Something very strange is going on in my marriage. It would seem as if my husband and I are developing a similar fantasy, but neither of us is willing to talk about it with the other. Last night just confirmed to me that him and I have the same thing in mind.

Before I go on, I would like to provide some context, as this is my first post in this community. I have been married for four years now and for the most part our sex life has been vivid and dynamic. In fact, sex is very important to us as a couple and we have never been shy about sharing whatever fantasy we have with each other. Obviously, no marriage is perfect and we’ve had our bumps and dry spells, but what I’m about to tell is nothing of the sort. Far from it, actually.

The joys of discovering that sometimes ambitious, powerful women like to be completely degraded, too. [FM]

If anyone else had been in the park that night, and if they’d been paying close attention, they might have noticed our silhouettes: we sat on a bench tucked away from the path that wound past the tennis courts, just beyond the reach of the park lights. Nothing particularly unusual, maybe: two people sitting on a slightly secluded park bench after dark, minding their own business. Of course, if they’d been listening carefully, they might have had a better reason to wonder what we were up to—between the slow, distinctive grind of me unzipping the fly of my jeans and the jingle of the ring on the collar around Helena’s neck as her mouth bobbed up and down the shaft of my cock, they could probably have figured out just what had brought us out to the park so late at night.

I took a handful of her long brown hair in my fist and used it to make sure that she was taking me deep enough in her throat. Her bra was in her purse; both of her tits hung out of her tank top. From our vantage point in the shadows, I watched a brightly lit streetcar glide past on the road overlooking the park. I made a mental note to remind Helena later just how many people could have seen her sucking me off, and to congratulate her for being such a cooperative little slut—like she was reading my mind, she let out a little muffled moan.

Trying to turn my wife into a cum dump. For other men [MFM] [LONG]

Angst. That’s truly the only way I can describe the feeling. The feeling that consumed me when I watched my wife give herself to another man. Of course, I wanted it; I set it up; I orchestrated it. So I couldn’t be mad. But it was intense all the same.

Ella had taken to it much easier and with much more enthusiasm than I ever imagined she might. This also tortured me, but thrilled me at the same time. The thought that she had wanted this all along…the fact that she enjoyed Steve’s cock as much as she did…that she encouraged him to cum inside her, when we hadn’t even discussed such boundaries. It was all so crazy! What am I even doing?

The next morning was surreal. I woke early (I’m an early riser by nature), and recalled last night’s festivities immediately. The high of it all had tapered off and I was left with pangs of jealousy, regret, anguish. Ella was still soundly asleep, and I didn’t want to wake her. I imagine she needed the rest after our wild night. During the night, the blanket had slid down her body, and I could see the soft curve of her ass. God she was beautiful. And sexy. Achingly sexy.