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Did a guys night last night and am currently in the car ride home.
From the time I left the house my wife has been texting me about what’s she doing: shaving her pussy in the shower, using the new toy I bought her before bed, leaving her wet panties on my pillow. Now that she knows I’m in the car, I’m getting pics.
I’m on edge and will need to fuck her as soon as I walk in the door, but I’m sure she’ll make me wait. My predator brain is going crazy.
My ex-girlfriend Nina and I had a very interesting relationship. When we first met, all we did was have sex. Multiple times a day, anything you can imagine. She loved playing in public places, giving me blowjobs while I drove, jerking me off in restaurants and movie theaters, you name it. Our sex life remained vibrant and only expanded with time. A little about each of us, I’m your typical white male, tall dark and handsome as I have been told. Never received any complaints about the size of my package, most women especially admired my girth. Nina was black, slightly shorter than me with suckable size breasts and nipples and an ass that would fit perfectly in your hands. She was a mother from a previous relationship so her vagina was stretched out from the childbirth. She was very much into being stuffed so we would often play with dildos and double penetrate her pussy when having sex.
BEEEEN FOREVER SINCE MY LAST POST SORRY.
DETAILS OF ME so you don’t have to go back and read.
I’m 5’10. 200pounds. Brown hair. Green eyes. My dick is a little bit above 7.5inch little girthy never really measured. But I never get complaints. Multiple people have said I’m the biggest they’ve had I or always comment on how I’m not average. Lol I KNOW IM NOT HUGE but i just know how to fuck.
I played sports growing up so I know how to keep in shape. And endurance is always bueno.
This is an older story back when craigslist still had personals. I’d say around 2011. So the story is kinda blurry but i remember most of it. Haha.
So this story takes place again when I’m staying with my friends. If you want those details go check out my last story. Haha
One day when I was hanging out with another group of friends & they were talking about how they found strippers on Craigslist and how there were among other things. Growing up I never had issues getting girls so I never knew about personals. But I figured this would be a piece of cake. & Best place to try it out would be out of town during a week I knew I would be over there.
So anyone knows the process of going through posts and seeing who’s real and who’s not.
I figured I’d post one too just to maybe get the ball rolling but then just get the regular spam.
The second time I fucked someone’s woman was completely spontaneous. For ten years I’d been the type of guy who only pursued relationships and didn’t have flings. In my mid-twenties, after another relationship didn’t work out, I relocated for a job opportunity and ended up starting a fling with a woman online who was looking to cheat because her man was too vanilla to keep her faithful. I threw myself into being bad.
Around the same time I went back to the city where I’d attended college for a friend’s wedding. Obviously I couldn’t take a date since the woman I was fucking was sneaking around on her man.
I had been pretty good friends with the groom in college. I wasn’t close at all with the best man, Dave, but I’d been drinking buddies with his wife, Rachel, in school. I’d never hooked up with her or even really tried. I was always with someone else. But I knew a lot of people who had. By nineties standards, she was definitely a proud slut. Me and another friend ended up staying with Dave and Rachel because they had a big house with a couple of guestrooms.
“Damn it,” I said and made to run out but he was behind me and just in front of the door. He used his back to push the door back, closing it and standing between me and my way out.
“You cannot tell Igrit,” he said. He had not bothered to tuck the dick back in and I could see the size of it, amazed by the sheer width of its head. I tried to keep my wonder hidden though. “I am not telling, just let me go,” I answered. “I do not believe you. Igrit must not know she doesn’t satisfy me.” He shook his head as he spoke and I could tell this was a serious matter to him, more than a spouse getting angry that her partner was masturbating. “She’ll divorce you,” I said. He nodded. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do but promise you. I’m not telling,” I said. “There’s a lot more that you can do than promise,” Tom said and I felt I observed something cunning in his stare. He was staring at my chest, brazenly too. I looked down and noticed my nipples poking through the crop top. I remembered my removed bra. “What are you saying?” I asked him. “Prove to me that my secret is safe with you,” he said. “What do you want?” I asked impatiently. Tom said nothing and moved closer to me. I was determined not to show the alarm I was feeling so I took my stand. Tom came closer till his cock was rubbing against my abdomen. I couldn’t stop my eyes from straying downwards to look at his cock. “Touch me,” he said. I shook my head but he gripped my arm tightly and nodded. “You have to,” he said, moving my hand to his cock and wrapping my hand around him. He was hard, much thicker than Brock and his head was a sheer joy to look at in full hardness. I felt desire well up strongly in me but my determination stood strong. I was about leaning back from him when his hands wrapped around me and he pulled me to him, dropping his mouth to the bud of my nipple through my top. His warmth danced through the material and triggered the hungry vixen that Brock had woken up outside. I pushed him back immediately and bent to his waist height as his back slammed against the kitchen door. Moving my palm and fingers around him in a to and fro movement, I leaned closer to him and opened my mouth to take him. His head was fat and I feared that mouth wouldn’t take him but it just did. His dick was too big for me to do much slurping so I used my mouth as a suction tube and kept wriggling my tongue on the underside of his dick. “Yes, I’ve dreamed about this very moment for so long,” he said. I took my mouth off him and laughed, moving my hands around him with my saliva as lube. Then I dipped him in my mouth again, taking him as far as possible till I could feel him poking the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in and I had to pull him out as I had a choking feeling. “Your mouth is heaven but I want that ass. I want to taste what he tastes,” Tom said. I knew nothing about tasting what ‘he’ tastes but my pussy was already leaking seriously. I could feel trails of juice, running down both thighs. My pussy was hungry too. The intercourse started outside had me riveted with want but my inability to get to orgasm then had me crazy for this fat cock. I turned quickly and pulled down my leggings, revealing my G-stringed ass. “Hmm, G-string, Igrit would die twice before wearing this,” Tom said. “I’m not Igrit,” I commented and drew down my panties too. “Definitely not,” Tom said as he put his hands on my waist and drew me to him. His cock slid nicely between my ass cheeks and I could feel its head rub my pussy. His hands moved up and clutched my breasts as I leaned down and rested my hands on a table in front of him. “Doggy, perfect,” he said and drew his cock back before pushing it through my eager pussy. I felt him, every inch, vein and nick of his throbbing cock. I must have underestimated his size because he filled me completely and left me feeling suffocated down there. His cock wasn’t long, just the normal length but it was so thick I felt I didn’t have enough pussy to wrap around him. I could feel the cut of his circumcised head and how it rubbed and pulled my diaphanous insides when he pulled out. The feeling was amazing and I couldn’t but scream as his strokes dove in and out of me. I heard an electronic tune. It was my phone and Tom slowed down as I bent and fished it out from my removed shorts. It was Brock. I had to pick the call. “Hey, Natalie, it’s taking you rather long,” he said. “I’m sorry baby, I –,” I had to gasp as Tom chose that moment to drive his dick back into me, taking my breath away and causing me to groan. “Is something wrong?” “No honey, it’s the T.V. I couldn’t find the kitchen but I’ve found it now,” I managed to say as Tom stroked in and out. I could not hold in the gasps and small shouts as Tom’s cock was just too thick and demanded too much of my energy. The pleasure it emitted was too much for me to manage with my lips closed. “That place is pretty noisy. Are people fighting?” Brock asked. “It’s the T.V, babe. I’ll be with you in a minute,” I shouted and cut the call. Tom didn’t stop and instead fucked me with even more relentlessness. His cock drove his cock three more times into me and I felt my orgasm rip through my body and almost cause me to fall. Tom wasn’t done though and continuing stabbing through me till I could feel another orgasm rise like a huge ocean wave on a turbulent day. He came before me though in floods of seed that filled my pussy and popped out as he pulled out of me. “Damn, I love your cock,” I found myself saying. “And I love your ass. We make a good team.”
# Intro
It was a lates summers eve in the office, around 7-8pm. Stressed out to the max trying to reach this deadline. There was a few employees still leaving, has they had completed their work. The excited conversations initially loud, faded into the background as they headed to the lift. The only life left was me and the cleaner, or at least thats what i thought. Over the sound of the hoover, i heard a frustrated worker snapping away at the keyboard. I peered over the cubicle, intrigued to see who it was. It was this cute mixed race girl, i sat back down as i could see the growing frustration and i didn’t really want to disturb her.
Sorry for the cliffhanger, I am not a writer and was not sure if this was going to be read [previous post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bf6o23/my_exs_open_minded_roommate_f_cheating/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)
So to continue where I left off Beth was my girlfriend and Elsa was her roommate. Elsa and I had started flirting with less and less clothes over the past few weeks.
So I waited and waited not sure of what to do now that Elsa retreated to her room. I was too afraid to be bold as I thought how quickly this could go sideways. After 15 minutes, my nerves got to me and I just decided to leave. The rest of the day I could not get this out of my mind, and when Beth came over to my apartment that night I ravaged her, thinking of Elsa the whole time. Beth asked what got into me and I just told her I thought she was really sexy
I could not get Elsa out of my head, and I was dying to try and escalate this. I was walking around with a hair trigger constantly thinking about how we could escalate. Beth and I were having sex multiple time a day that weekend but it wasn’t enough
My husband had agreed to let me have 3 hours alone with my friend. After a few months of having him as a third – or fourth – in our bedroom, I felt safe enough with him to allow one of my fantasies to play out: my husband dropping me off at his house like a prostitute. After eagerly awaiting for them to make arrangements, the day had finally come.
In my purse I had packed a change of clothes – my collar and leash, crotchless fishnets, and a slinky black dress – all items were requests directly from him. I was eager to please him. After all, I had fantasized about this encounter for months. I could barely contain my excitement on the drive over, giggling like a school girl, butterflies tickling my stomach. It was the same mixture of excitement and fear I felt before riding a roller coaster. Only this time, I’d be riding him.
It was nearing eleven o’clock on Tuesday night as I hugged my girlfriends goodbye and headed to my car. As I made my way through the quiet parking lot, I realized I was not ready to drive home just yet. I only had a few glasses of wine, but I was feeling happily buzzed. It was the first warm night since winter, so I decided to take a stroll around the city.
The streets were empty and quiet except for the sound of intoxicated people chatting and laughing over cigarettes outside a nearby bar. The Pinot Grigio and spring breeze had me feeling carefree and confident, and I didn’t want the night to end.
As I checked the cost of an Uber and considered going to the bar, I received a Tinder message from a 39-year-old named David. It was nothing too exciting—just a generic response to my generic opening line. I noticed he was less than a mile away, so I asked him if he wanted to hang out. His address was the fourth and final message in our exchange.
Ok so this story isn’t super exciting, but I figured I’d share.
So I matched with this guy on tinder a couple weeks back and we talked a little on there. We ended up exchanging numbers and he asked me to hang last Saturday. I had plans already, but I told him sometime that upcoming week. He texted me two days ago asking to hang. I told him I had hw to do, but he insisted I come. I agreed and he sent me his address. Of course sex was in the back of my mind. He mentioned he wanted to “beat his roommate,” so I had to leave before he came home from work.