The[ M]IL[F] that sucked the soul out of me [short]

So little bit of background first lets call her stacy
She was my coworker back in the day that i worked at a drugstore now im 18 and she is around 45 and when we were working together it was amazing and always end up rambling about how she was the best blowjob giver in history and i was like well show me what you got but she always thought i was joking because i was so muxh younger than her but now i turned 22 a few months back and i hit her up just to catch up and see if she was down to blow me…

She said yes she’s down and want to meet like the next day i wrote her

So i get to her place the next day and as soon as i walked throught that door i didint even have time to say hi that she was kissing me all over and starting to remove my shirt and pants.

Long time reader, first time squirter [MF]

Ryan and I recently celebrated my 49th birthday while on holidays at a popular lakeside resort. Our kids are all grown now and doing their own things so we are enjoying reconnecting and getting away as often as possible. Empty nesting is starting to look good!

We spent my birthday hiking along a river trail and up to a powerful waterfall that had been beautifully carved and sculpted into the earth over thousands of years. It took almost 3 hours to get to the falls, but it was so worth the trek. I am always in awe of how powerful Mother Nature is and am naturally drawn to beaches, lakes, rivers, oceans… anything waterside.

As we stood alongside the falls, with the cold mist dampening our faces, I quipped, “I want you to make me gush like that!”

Ryan replied, “Yeah?”

“Yeah! I’d like to try. I saw a video tutorial that someone sent me on reddit and he even gave me step by step instructions. I’ll show you back at the hotel.”

Bashing the [F]ash in a [M]ask. An antifa fuck story.

Portland was getting boring. I was getting tired of the usual bullshit. Hipster girls and pretend “woke” liberals were getting fucking exhausting. None of them knew how to fuck and they all smelled like a fucking perfume store.

I’d been planning on hopping a train back east for a few weeks when I’d heard that the Proud Boys were throwing another rally. I decided to delay my trip, and – if I was lucky – get some licks in on some fascist scum.

The protest wasn’t all that eventful. Some old fuckwad showed up with a billy club. My dude Jay took it from him and beat his ass. Conservative media went a little wild with that one. Some “journalist” got milkshaked and cried. Other than that, it was pretty dull. Until I saw her.

I never caught her name… but she was fucking hot. Short, chubby, with pink bangs. I didn’t get a good look at her face – it was covered with a bandana, but I knew it was game on. I approached her towards the end of the protest and asked her to grab a beer with me. She agreed.

[MF] A friend from college comes to visit

I wrote about this lovely lady in my other story [[link](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9lragy/burnedout_college_students_mf/)]. This one takes place sometime just after I graduated. Maybe a year and a half later from my first story.

Quick and dirty stats if you didn’t read the last one. She is 6’1” slim figure with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m 6’1” in pretty good shape, dark brown hair, and blue eyes.

I started my first “professional” job before I even graduated. 2 months into it I lost it due to budgetary reasons. I was pissed, depressed, and lonely. It was supposed to be my ticket to a decent career. After kicking myself in the ass for my stupid luck I started a full time retail job to pay rent. The rest of my time was spent job searching.

My lady friend from college was in the same boat. She graduated a semester before me and she couldn’t find a decent wage job. We sent long emails back and forth every so often. I only saw her once since graduation then one day, out of the blue, she calls me up. She had an interview not far from me and wanted to meet up beforehand. I managed to switch days around at work, so we could make a day of it. She would show up the day before the interview, we would do things, and she would leave early for her interview the next day.

How quietly can you [f]uck [m]e?

We’d told ourselves no sex while we had guests. Our bed was right over the spare room, and as evidenced by the dents in the wall, quiet sex wasn’t our thing.

But this morning you pulled me into you and ran your hands over my body, lingering on my tits and my hips and kissing up and down my neck. Pushing back was instinctive, and I shuddered when I felt how hard you were, pushed up against my back

“Just tease me a bit?” I asked, whispering to hide the moan.

You responded by pulling me against you, letting me feel your cock push hard against me. I could feel heat and wet between my legs and shuddered. Your hands pulled at me more roughly, fingers sliding between my panties and my hips, tweaking my nipples and dipping all-too-briefly between my legs. I grew restless, pushing against you and reaching behind me to feel you.

Finally, when I thought I’d have to cry and beg for more, you flipped me to my stomach and roughly shoved my panties down my legs. I felt you center yourself over me and thrust hard, pushing yourself between my legs and being rewarded with heat and wet. You covered my mouth to stifle the moan. You slowly pushed into me, gaining speed silently. My hand slid lower so I could push myself over the edge while you filled me up.

The Panty Dare [F]

Rose is a great kid, and by kid of course I mean someone who also remembers the Nixon administration. She is divorced, raising a son, and works as a financial assistant for a Bay Area firm.

I met Rose on Tinder a month or so back, and we quickly hit it off. I always know I’m going to like a woman when I tell her I’m married and playing with permission, and I don’t get the door slammed in my face. If memory serves, the conversation went like this:

Me: “Let me give you a key piece of information. I’m in an open marriage, with permission to play, and I am here looking for FWBs. Let me know if that’s something you would be at all interested in.”

Rose: “It intrigues me – would your wife or other FWBs be involved?”

That’s my kind of response. (And that actually was her verbatim reply; I just now scrolled through my Tinder feed to check.)

Needless to say the conversation went interesting places from there. Likes, dislikes, fantasies, desires, and of course the inevitable arranging to get a drink. We picked a time and place for the following week, and she did some dress shopping in the meantime. She found something perfect – short and slinky, showing plenty of cleavage. I was well impressed.

OC True [MF] what happened after a neighborhood summer night party.

Reposted from several months ago, I cleared my history after thinking that someone close to this story had figured it out…

So to set this up, my wife and I were pretty good friends with some neighbors, several times over the summer we had some late night parties at our place that often involved a little too much alcohol and sometimes the flirty fun had pretty suggestive content.

One of these nights, quite unexpectedly, it just happened to go a lot further. We had been drinking more than usual and the other guy had already gone home so it was just the three of us. It was getting really late so I decided to go to bed leaving the girls to chat.

Not too much later I felt someone slip into bed and didn’t really think much of it, until I felt a hand on my penis and heard a light giggle that wasn’t my wife. My wife was asleep in the living room and my neighbor came to bed!

It started slow with some kissing and some touching, omg did she feel good. The touches became more intimate and the next thing I knew was that she was giving me a blowjob while my fingers circled her soaking wet clit.

[MF] Summer (Long)

It was a friendly game of strip poker that turned into stripping more than poker and eventually more poking once the stripping ended. That’s how the chips fells.

My ex’s sister, let’s call her Fran, and her friend Lucy had invited James and I over to their place to smoke and swim; a weekend tradition for this particular summer. “Front door’s unlocked” read their text; a tree emoji was our response.

It was 10AM.

Quick background on Fran: known her for years; consoled her through her first breakup; she fed me ecstasy for the first time. Lucy’s was her shadow, not in a puppy-follow kind of way; they were (and still are) inseparable good friends.

We swam, smoked, and joked until a cold summer breeze and hunger forced us inside. With all of us too lazy to go out, we ordered take-out and puzzled over what to do for the next 45 minutes.

Another story from my clinic [MF]

I’ve posted a few stories here before, here are links.

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aam4yk/what_an_amazing_day_at_the_office_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aam4yk/what_an_amazing_day_at_the_office_mf/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bqk4y9/another_great_day_at_the_office_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bqk4y9/another_great_day_at_the_office_mf/)

This one describes another encounter in my clinic.

My clinic is in a 3 story office building. I’ve described that I’m happily married but my wife has health issues that preclude a regular, vigorous sex life. But when we do have sex, it’s good. There’s something special about making love with someone you genuinely love. But, there’s also something special about fucking a dirty little slut who wants to be your fucktoy. Just different pleasures and I greatly enjoy both.

There is a hispanic woman who is on the janitorial service. I think her shift is something like noon to 8. Her name is Margarite. I’m guessing she’s late 30s, early 40s. I’ve spoken with her a few times, she’s a nice lady, never remotely had a sexual thought about her, though my sense is she’s interested. Could be reality, or just my delusional male ego talking. She’s reasonably attractive but could stand to lose about 10-20 pounds. Not particularly athletic looking, which is really my type. But medium breasts, reasonably firm, and a decent ass. Trust me, there’s a reason I’m sharing this. I’ll be circling back to her in this story.

[MFM] My first spit roast and tinder hook up.

Before you read this, I’ll go ahead and warn you, it’s lengthy. So grab a snack and enjoy reading my experience. :)

My husband and I went on vacation and have been wanting to try something new. We have had talks about doing a threesome (MFM) but it just never worked out. We were on a mission to make it happen this trip. Thanks to a swinger podcast, it motivated me to try tinder as a way to find someone in a new city. Tinder is way after my days of dating since I’m a married woman of many years but the husband said it would be a great idea and to give it a go.