I was being played the whole time. But once I found out it made memory of it even hotter. [MF]

I recently made a comment on another thread that had me thinking about it quite a bit the past couple of days so thought I’d write it out because there’s a slight plot twist at the end. This happened around 2009 or 2010. I met a girl online named Tara and we progressed from there to talking on the phone then finally met in person to go on our first date. She told me the night prior to our date that her favorite place was Taco Bell and that therefore she was a cheap date. Couldn’t argue with that. She was a little younger than me and still lived at home and went there to pick her up. She was on the porch with her mom and was introduced to her and all that good stuff.

Tara was a little cutie. Blonde hair, freckles, light brown or hazel’ish eyes and a sexy figure not more than 5′ tall wearing tight jeans and hair still wet from an obviously very recent shower. We ate at the Taco Hell and as always they screwed up my order. I swear if I don’t just make a super simple order and get regular taco’s then they’ll mess it up every time. I got a Big Beef Burrito Supreme but it had rice in it instead of beef. But this time I didn’t complain or take it back because I didn’t want to create any noise on my first date with her.

[FM] Hooked up with a work colleague, realized I’m kinkier than I thought [Part 1 from his POV]

Link to [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cdptfa/fm_hooked_up_with_a_work_colleague_realized_im/) from my POV

Link to [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ceeei4/fm_hooked_up_with_a_work_colleague_realized_im/) (also from my POV)

Simon sent me his version of the events that I told in Part 1 as a present, so I thought I would share it here in case people wanted to read what it was like from his perspective. He actually sent it as an audio recording (with intro/outro and interstitial music, like a real podcast) as well as a text file, so it was really nice to hear it read out loud in his voice – I’ve definitely gotten off while listening to it several times already. :)

Most of it was not surprising, based on what we’ve talked about in our text conversations since the encounter, but a few things did catch me off guard. 1) I had no idea he was so nervous about the conference overall. He seemed very comfortable the whole time. 2) I had no idea that he doesn’t typically come from blow jobs, so the fact that I was able to get him off with my mouth makes me feel rather nice about my skill set. 3) I had no idea how much he enjoyed the feeling of my pussy in particular. I’ve gotten a similar compliment from only one of my many previous partners, so maybe it is a size/shape match thing. Or he’s just trying to flatter me, lol. 4) I don’t know why this never occurred to me, but until hearing his story, I didn’t even think about the fact that he had to go that breakfast meeting with his advisor and a bunch of other people still covered in pussy juice. Whoops.

[MF]Doing Work for the Beautiful Woman down the Street pt. 2

This is a follow up to the last post [Part one ](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b669uk/m_doing_some_work_for_the_beautiful_woman_down/?st=JYMB2T5R&sh=9799c7f6)

So after part one took place it was flirtatious texts some light sexting but we never actually saw each-other. Around thanksgiving (early October I’m Canadian) I’m home for the usual family dinner, I get a text from Margo asking if im in town for the holiday, o which I respond yes I am. She tells me that she has no one to spend the holiday with and she’s been lonely lately. The hours roll bye and night of setting back and forth it’s the day before the turkey dinner.

I walk into the kitchen and see my mom preparing vegetables and other food for the dinner, mom I say, I ran into Margo at the store and she doesn’t have anyone to spend thanksgiving with, maybe we should invite her over? Sure my mom says invite her over.

The [f]irst time I sent my bf pics of me painted with so[m]eone else’s cum

My bf, let’s call him A, already knew I was spending the night with another playmate, let’s call him X. It was also a given that he would be super turned on the next time he saw me. And although we hadn’t discussed it directly, I had a pretty strong suspicion that he would love to see His slut getting used by someone else.

Though we’d hung out socially a couple times, it had been a couple months since I’d last slept with X. In fact, it had been the day after my first date with my bf. That time, we’d both been having a tough time with different things in our lives, me with a shitty recent breakup and health problems, X with financial turmoil and some relationship blues. What I had maybe expected to be simple Hot Fun Sex that time turned into seriously cathartic fucking, with me begging in the end for his load inside me and both of us surprised and exhausted afterwards at the sheer intensity of it all.

Pizza Delivery Boy Part 2: Dean’s First Threesome [MMF]

As long-time readers of my blog will know, I was a Domino’s pizza delivery boy my senior year in high school, and one particular Saturday night I got the call to deliver a $5.50 small cheese pizza to a nearby apartment complex, while my compatriot Aaron, to whom every cool incident happened, got the choice $18.00 large everything but anchovies pizza to deliver to a different location.

Lucky Aaron. All the good stuff happened to him.

But unbeknownst to all of us, waiting at the end of that small cheese pizza order was a lovely woman named Beth, who was in her early 20s and claimed to be down from San Francisco for the weekend visiting a friend. (Who was oddly non-existent that evening, but who’s to judge?) Who said she was bored, and so ordered a pizza. And was hoping the delivery guy was cute.

I guess I passed the test because I ended up hanging out and fooling around with her. After making land speed records back to my Domino’s location to get clocked out – because despite my thirst for sex, I’m responsible that way. She was still waiting for me so I got her naked, kissed her and played with her tits. And ate out her pussy. She seemed to like what she received because she got my phone number and asked if she could give me a call some time. I was happy to oblige.

[M]y [F]irst experience with a co-worker

This is my24 story of my first FWB experience with a Milf 45

So im working at this Medical facility and we have x-ray on site so patient dont need to go anywhere and can just doing it same visit same day (not important) I’m cool with the x-ray guys and one day there’s a new girl training in there. I’m normally a shy guy so I dont say much but talk with the guys. Eventually they introduce me to her, her name will be J for this. J looks like a petite, pale skinned, thin woman in scrubs, not much meat on her. We chat a bit and I head back to work and occasionally see her for a few weeks as I drop off patients. I sign up to work a Saturday and she happens to be working x-ray that day too. It’s a slow day maybe 2 people are scheduled to be seen. So I spend the majority of my time in the x-ray room with her and just talking about like and struggles we been through. She’s laughing and playfully hitting my arm. So im clueless when it comes to girls flirting with me, I think nothing of it. One day im working and I receive an email through the company email from J. J is being friendly and we email for a while and it starts getting “inappropriate” for work so me being slick trying to get her number I say ” you know they can read everything we’re talking about through this right?” J “oh my God really?, oh no here’s my number just text me instead” boom got the digits. So we text and we flirt for a few days and one weekend J texts me asking to hangout at my place. I tell J of course c’mon over.

She Shares Her Husband. He Makes Me Squirt [FM]

One of the guys I’ve been playing with is an older white gentleman named Mr. D. He is well educated, sharply dressed, the face of his company, and a great family man. His wife knows about me. She even encourages our relationship; they are poly. When I first met Mr. D I wasn’t sure of his capabilities. Being older either gives you a bonus or a setback. Either you’ve learned how to fuck or can’t last long enough to fuck. I even explained this fact to Mr. D boldly on our first date. He reassured me he would “try his best” in the sweetest softest tone. This did not assure me but our attraction was what kept me interested in him. 

For our first meet, he suggested a hotel that we both agreed on. I arrived at the hotel anxious about the meet. For me, if the sex doesn’t satisfy me then you have to leave my life. Yes, you have to leave my entire life; we can’t be friends. Bad sex leaves the worse taste in my mouth.

I want to fantasize about this – I’m [f] dealing with someone [f] who’s getting way too close to my fiance [m] for my tastes?

Since everyone is being such an asshole in the other subreddits, thought I’d seek out personal one on one advice here. So i’ll probably give way too many details for potentially my fiance to know it’s me, but fuck it… here’s a bit of back story…

Last december, me and my guy went to the caribbean to chill for a week. it was an amazing trip, a great unwind, especially since his dad had recently gotten pretty sick and he was having a rough time at work (he works from home as a tech support specialist for a company and people had been giving him a hard time). he makes good money and can actually request a ton of time off, and my job is pretty flexible, so we just kinda went down to some island and chilled.

anyway, while we were there, we met this girl (23f) at our hotel while we were out just getting some sun (we’re from the northeast, so sun in december is like, VERY crucial for me). we got to talking, she seemed cool, we learned she lived literally 25 miles away from us, and we partied together for the last 3 days we were there. we exchanged numbers, yadda yadda, you know the drill.

[FF] My obsession

I stumbled onto this sub a few days ago and reading some of your secrets has inspired me to make an account and post my own. I hope this has enough meat in it to be able to pass as a story.

My life can be considered, by all means, a great one. At 26 I am married, living with my husband who I plan to have kids with, holding a great position at a job I love and earning enough income to be able to afford a comfortable lifestyle and still have some extra for fun. Everyone who knows me, my partner included, sees me as a serious, God fearing and committed businesswoman, and yet none of them have a clue that sometimes, when I’m say I’m working, I’m actually doing something else.

I don’t know how to explain this, so I’ll just say it. I have an oral fixation. Anything that is near me, like a pen or a fork for example, I’ll immediately put in my mouth and start sucking. That’d be normal if it stopped right there, I suppose, but the greatest thing to suck on I ever found, in all my life, by far… are tits.

[MF] We take a ride in a taxi.

This is my first story. I opened this account with my SO so that we can share some of our experiences.
Isla and I took a taxi from my house to go out to dinner and have drinks in the downtown area. I lived in the burbs; a long drive out of the city limits, so the taxi was going to be expensive. I’ve learned the hard way that if you plan on drinking, you can never pay enough in taxi rides to keep yourself out of trouble.
We went out. Made out. Ate. Drank. Made out some more. Truly an annoying couple with our PDA, especially considering our age, but it didn’t matter. It was early in the relationship — those days when you can’t keep your hands off each other, even in a public place. People around us had chastised us for too much lovin,’ but we shrugged it off and kept snuggling at the end of the bar. Our divorces had ravaged both of us, so we were fresh out of dead bedrooms and into each other’s arms.
After a night of burning down the town, we hailed a taxi to head back home to the burbs. The shaggy young driver greeted us gruffly as we settled into the rough leather interior. We gave him our destination, and the silence enveloped the inside of the yellow sedan: a grizzly driver and two horny drunk people on a 30-minute nighttime cab ride to the suburbs.
Now, Isla is hot. Not just hot for “her age,” but hot regardless. Long blonde hair, stunning green eyes that are hard to stare into at times. She is still upscale, elegant, and always dresses like a lady. Her legs are long, she is lean, and small up top, perfect in my eyes. I’m “alright for a guy of 50.” Slight dad bod, 5’10,” 6.5″ cock that still stands upright to one o’clock. I’m thankful to have no issues with an erection, even with a belly full of scotch.
We started on each other before the cab had made it to the freeway out of town. The night’s kissing heated us to extremely high radiation levels, and there was danger of a Chernobyl level explosion unless someone released a valve somewhere. I ran my hands along Isla’s thighs and unbuttoned her jeans. They were tight as she sat in the back of the cab, and I was unable to get my fingers between her legs, so I pulled them down slightly off her hips. She was already wet, and that made me harder – as if it was possible. Isla opened my fly and released me. We were like two aging professionals, heavy petting like 16-year-olds in the back of my dad’s car.