So I had a guy over this last weekend and I as giving the guy a blow job and he decided to grab onto my head and force me to deep throat him. As im gagging on him the door opens and I can’t hear what’s going on since all I am noticing is the sound of myself gagging. If you want to know more about what happened message me.
Category: gonewildstories
Moving on from my husband finally [FM]
Let me start by describing my husband. He is a self absorbed ego maniac that spent our entire relationship convincing me something about my body or personality wasn’t good enough. Sadly, I fell for that crap every single time and spent hours upon hours worried I might disappoint him or have him criticize me more. Regardless of how hard I worked or the time I spent it was never quite good enough. I was lucky enough to meet someone that blew up every one of those false standards and I’m so happy. Of course it took me cheating for it to happen. Best decision of my life.
One thing my husband (we aren’t divorced yet) would do is criticize my body. A lot of mentally abusive men do it. “Your ass is too small”. “Your ass is too big”. “You’re too muscular”. There was always something to say. So I poured myself into the gym. Cardio, weights and everything in between. What my focus was on depended on his latest criticism. He made the comment “you obviously have no clue what you’re doing in the gym. You should hire someone that knows what to do. You’re failing hard at getting it right”. So I hired a trainer. He was expensive but I was determined to fix whatever problem there must have been.
Cuffed and Fucked! [FM] [Bondage] [Sexual]
It was summer break and my BF (Now husband) and I had been apart for a month. Living with our parents, we were always looking for an excuse to get out of the house for some alone time. That night we were “going to see a movie”. As we pulled out of the driveway in his truck and once down the road leaned over and opened the glove box and out fell a pair of handcuffs!
We made small talk while I was busy inspecting the handcuffs. They were heavier than I imagined and lacked a safety lever so assumed they were real. After about 10 anxious minutes he turned down a bumpy dirt road, pulled off into some high grass and turned off the head lights. I glanced out the window, not a house for miles. This is how murder mysteries start I thought to myself, but I buried that thought and straddled his lap and began grinding his firm cock.
[MF] Airport arrival
I’d been waiting for this moment for 6 months. Since the first day I’d seen her post on GW. Her husband was driving her to the airport (30 minutes late, just to ramp up the nerves…though it did give me time to find the perfect spot) where I was waiting for her. I was texting her the whole time, telling her how much I wanted her. I was already hard just thinking about our plan, about how we were going to sneak into the bathroom, how much I needed to be inside her.
As she walked through the doors at the pick-up point my breath caught. Suddenly the room seemed a lot warmer, and my pants a lot tighter… She was just as I knew she’d look from all the video calls, perfectly curvy, the only thing stopping me staring at her deep cleavage was her eyes. Eyes that you could spend days just staring into. She glanced at me with those beautiful blues, smiled a cheeky smile (God, I love that), then strutted to the family rest room. My heart pounding a few seconds later I followed, also smiling, excited to finally be with her.
[MF] My normally reserved wife lets go at the end of a summer afternoon
About 15 years ago… my wife, Christine, and I (40 and 39, respectively) had spent a sunny summer afternoon in the garden drinking strong Trappist ales and cocktails at a relaxed rate. Our daughters, around 5 and 8, had been in and out of the house, playing in their paddling pool, watching TV, etc.
By 5pm we were both on a bit of a buzz. I was horny, as usual, but I could tell Christine was in the mood, too. She went indoors first, the children following, and by the time I joined her they were all in our bedroom changing out of their bikinis and swimsuits.
As I entered the room Christine was just completing the process of draping her naked body in a filmy, semi-transparent red and orange wrap. She walked towards me as I took in her form, visible through the thin material… 5′ 5″, long dark brunette hair, firm C cup breasts, long legs and wide-hipped hourglass figure (me: 5′ 7″, slightly stocky, toned). She passed me and I turned to see her big, firm bum also visible through the wrap. She never showed herself off like this – much too reserved – and the sudden and complete lack of inhibition had an instant effect on me.
[F]ucking in the pool restroo[m]
This is probably one of my favorite sexcapades with my boyfriend.
I’m going to include his physical description up here. My boyfriend is white, 6’3, has brown hair that is slightly wavy, has amazing facial hair that he keeps semi close shaven, and these fucking amazing ridiculously beautiful blue eyes. In the almost two years we’ve been together he’s been told he looks like Matthew McConaughey twice and Bradley Cooper once by strangers at bars. I agree that’s there a McConaughey resemblance circa True Detective. As for me, just check out my post history. Oh yeah, I think my SO has an amazing cock but mostly because I’m in love with him and love makes everything better. I’d say he’s probably 6.5-7.
***sexcapades****
We moved into a new complex back in May and at the time the pool was still not open because there was still work being done on that side of the complex; they didn’t even have the units on that side up for lease. Having no pool access sucked because living in the south it gets very hot and poolside lounging is probably a top summer activity. When we finally got the email that the pool was open, we were literally the second and third person there. Maybe it was because our complex was mostly empty or maybe because the water was fucking cold?
[MF] [MF] My night with a guy I didn’t like. Everything not always Black and White.
My hubby Jesse and I are an interracial couple. I’m Latina and he’s a tall handsome black man. One night we met a young nice looking white couple at a swingers club. I liked the young lady name Kate but didn’t like her husband Jon to much. He was very tall, very skinny and to damn quiet. Kate was very bubbly and outgoing. Jon was the exact opposite. I tried talking to him and I got nothing but a smile or very little response. So I started heavily flirting with him. I wasn’t interested in him sexually, I just wanted him to loosen up a little. After awhile I thought maybe he had something against Hispanics or Black people. That is until Kate told me something a few weeks after I met them. Kate told me she was curious about black men and that Jon fantasy was to see her with a black man. I still didn’t like Jon. I started being mean to him by overly flirting with him. It just infuriated me that he was so stiff. So I slapped him on the ass every time he walked by me. Kate thought it was funny but I wasn’t trying to be funny. I was trying to get some type of reaction out of him.
I broke the bro code [MF]
My oldest friend dated Nicole for years. I always liked her. She was beautiful. She had long brown hair with tan skin and small breasts and a nice butt. She was very athletic. She played soccer in high school and college.
My friend wasn’t always the best to her. He cheated on her several times and because of our bond he made sure I wouldn’t tell her. I always had a crush on her. I even told him this before he asked her out initially. Nicole was a sweet girl.
They broke up because she got smart and realized that he was cheating on her. She then came to me because she wanted answers on how long. Her and I got along really well and being his oldest friend she knew I had answers.
She came to my door the day they broke up. I opened the door and she asked to come in. I of course said sure. She was crying because she realized she just wasted three years on this guy. She sat down on the couch and I chose the chair. She then asked me to sit next to her so I got up and did just that.
[f]ucked hard by tinder date
I posted this story once before, I was planning on deleting this account so I deleted it too. But clearly I changed my mind on this naughty secret of mine. It did pretty well and even got to tryquinn.com, so hey, repost.
I met this guy, James, on tinder. Gotta say, I’m extremely picky, but he checked all my boxes: hella cute (literally looks like a young Christian Bale), has my dark sense of humor and was pretty damn interesting. We agreed to meet somewhere and go to a bar from there. I liked the decisiveness in the way he touched me, the strong grip on my shoulder. First dates are usually an awkward dance, but this wasn’t the case. And as it got late and we got drunk, I only grew surer and surer that I wanted him to fuck me. It was time to bring out the big guns. I took my glasses off and he said wow out loud. Gave him my good ol’ fuck me eyes that never ever have failed me. James got his hand on my cheek and I moved into it like a cat getting petted.
Crazy, Weird Threesome-ish in College [MFF]
Okay so, this story is from college. I (M, 20 at the time)) was an above average sort of guy, but not part of like the “cool bunch” or anything, but I was friends with most of them and did join in for their parties and plans once in a while.
Through some college project type stuff, I became really good friends with one of the “hot” chicks in our class, Emily. She was curvy, with dirty blonde hair and total ‘rich girl’ vibes. She used to have multitude of boyfriends / hook ups, she was really fun and cool with a healthy dose of sluttiness and everything. We just developed a super fun, close and totally platonic friendship out of the blues. Complete buddy types. She was extremely out of my league and too high maintenance for me. I had my own group of friends, had a few girlfriends (over the couple of years) and I was having fun, otherwise.