[F] I (F46) had a secret affair for 8 months. It revitalized my sex life with my husband [PART XIII: Origin Story]

After my last post (my least popular), I reflected on how to make this posting on reddit thing work for me. Many of you suggested writing more about my sex life with Scott, my husband. I was conflicted about that for a while. On one hand, it makes sense: the point of writing about my affair with Keith was always in a way about how it revitalized my married sex life. On the other hand, I hesitated to “publish” too much about the most meaningful sexual relationship of my life with the person I love. If my stories have seemed cold about Scott, or more interested in other people, it’s only because I felt funny about sharing too much about our life.

But after a lot of thought, I think maybe this is the way for me to keep exploring myself and my sexuality. After all, though I am a randy little bunny who has fantasies about fucking lots of people and trying new things I wouldn’t do with Scott, at the end of the day Scott is my best and favorite lover. And apart from Keith, the only one in 20 years. Plus, things with Keith ended ages ago and though I nearly had a relapse a few weeks ago, that’s no longer an issue.

A memoir from my brief stay in France involving realtionships with my then best friend Esmè (18 M) and our favourite teacher Blanche ( 46 F) [MMF]

I still remember that rainy afternoon in December and the events it helped trigger throughout my final year of highschool, as if it had happened just a few moments ago. If I close my eyes and try to recollect those memories, it all comes back to me so vividly and I’m instantly transported back to Montpellier. I can smell the wine in the air and the aroma of warm baguette sandwiches as I walk along the Verdanson neighbourhood holding Esmè ‘s hands as we take a look at the fine art that surrounds us.

Until then I had lived all my life in Quèbec. Unlike my uncle, my parents were very poor and could no longer afford to take care of my education along with raising my four younger sisters. So I moved to France with my uncle’s family and attended my final year of highschool there.

I am an introvert and so it didn’t help making friends at a new highschool. Also it was the final year, so already there were more or less fixed groups of students, and I felt really alienated. I was alone most of the time. The first two weeks were tough as hell and it all changed the day I met Esmè.

[MF] The house cleaning sugar baby

My wife and I have used a house cleaning service for about 5 years. After a while, we started getting the same girl (Madison) cleaning our house every time. She was a sweet, cute college kid who did a really great job, so we always requested her. I work from home and my wife occasionally has to go into the office. Madison usually cleans for us 2x a month of Fridays, so my wife only sees her about half the time.

So…I use sites like Seeking Arrangement to find sugar babies and fuck them. One time, I was on there just browsing around when I happened to see Madison’s profile. I immediately freaked out and quickly blocked her so she wouldn’t see that I’d seen her page, but I couldn’t shake the thought. I’d always wanted to have her, but never assumed she’d be up for anything like that.

The next time she was over, I purposely made a casual joke about her needing to win the lottery or get a sugar daddy so she didn’t have to clean houses anymore. She laughed and said something like, “I’d take either!” That was my opening. I just straight up offered her an arrangement on the spot. She accepted.

[FM] Out intense first date

So there are a few things we need to get out of the way before we get into the crux of the story, so bare with me.

First off, Joe and I (names to be substituted for privacy) have been friends for the better part of a decade. We met after we graduated college and started in our first post graduate ‘real’ jobs. And we hit it off great! There was clearly a spark, and an immediate attraction, but something we never acted on. Why? Timing. When we met, we were both in relationships. When he was single, I was in a relationship. When I was single….. you get the point. And even when we were both single, the timing just wasn’t right. Rushing into a new relationship after a break up is never good, especially if you’re contemplating dating a really good friend, like he was. And then after a while, that friend zone is hard to break out of. Sure we talked about it, we flirted with each other even while dating other people. But it was just too much of a good thing to risk hurting, so we never took that risk….. until we did, or I did i guess is more accurate, but we’ll get to that in a bit.

A stripper helps me with a bunch of firsts… [FFM]

10 years or so ago, just after we got engaged, we had one of the more interested sexual experiences of our lives. It’s been a go-to memory since to get us in the mood. Here it is from my memory:

We had only been engaged a week or two when some of my old college friends came into town to stay with us and celebrate. Now most of you have seen plenty of me on here but for those that haven’t looked, I’m just on the taller side of average and my boobs are a C. This night, I’m wearing a khaki skirt (with my usual thong underneath), a tight tank top, no bra and a jean jacket. The evening started at our house with glasses of wine, then progressed to margaritas and with the tequila, our plans of walking to a bar a block or two away quickly changed. I think it was my fiancé (now husband) who half jokingly threw out the idea of heading to a strip club not far away. We’ve enjoyed them with friends before (he fingered me in one shortly after we started dating while surrounded by friends – they didn’t know).

[FM] An Alley Fuck

I was on a night out with some friends, in a nightclub, on the dancefloor, kissing a guy.

He had one hand on my ass, the other on a tit. I had one hand around his neck, while the other rubbed his rock hard cock through his trousers.

“Mmmm, I want your cock so bad” I told him between kisses. My pussy was on fire, my clit was throbbing, I wanted to be fucked so badly.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked me.

This was the problem. I didn’t. I wanted to fuck him, badly, but it was 12:30 am, the night was young. I was having a good night with my friends and I wanted to get back to them for a while longer. But, if I left this guy go and tried to find him again at the end of the night, I’d probably lose that opportunity for dick. He’d find another girl, or jerk off in the bathroom, or something.

I didn’t live near the club, and neither did he. So, I did the only thing I could think of that would solve my problem there and then.

My [M] Old School Friend [F] is a filthy slut!

I [30M] was recently in the gym as I normally am most mornings, when an old friend from College walked in. I saw her immediately but didnt bother her straight away, was only until for saw me we spoke and had a little catch up there and then. After that we continued with our workouts and then said Bye to each other.
The next day i went and she was already there participating in a Class, when the class ended she came up to me and asked if I was busy after and if I wanted to catch up and grab something to eat after, I agreed.

Now I must say ive always loved a woman in Yoga pants/leggings so seeing her in them I was immediately wishing I could tear them off her.

19 [F] fucked 2 in 3 hours. Neither was my bf

So my bf and I are finally in Greece! For our hotwife vacation. We left early morning and I was tired as fuck. So I decided no bra and just a zip up hoodie. We got on the plain and I decided I’d zip my hoodie down a bit… so my tits might pop out as I slept. Some time later the guy next to me woke me up. I looked up sleepily and sure enough he wanted to tell me that my tits were out. He apologised for looking and I said thanks! And told him he could see more if he wanted. He asked about my bf and a pointed out he was asleep soooo…

Short after this guy was groping my tits in the restroom. He sat down behind me and I followed after feeling his hard cock enter my pussy as he grabbed my tits from behind. I rode him for a few more minutes trying to stay quiet. He whispered he was close so I got down and took him in my mouth as he came. I looked him right in the eyes as I swallowed his load. I got out as he waited some time before he got back out and again sat next to me. Throughout the rest of the trip he made comments about my tits and we talked about my kinks. Humiliation, exposure and dominance. Soo ofc he kept zipping my hoodie down to expose my tits haha.

[F] The Ultimate Deepthroat Lesson

Jesus fucking Christ, these past few weeks have been absolutely crazy. At one point earlier last week I was finally able to make it to the supermarket and get a few things I needed for myself.

While I was in the toothpaste aisle, I noticed a moldable mouthguard you could get to put over your teeth to help with grinding while you sleep. I don’t believe I have an issue with grinding my teeth, but I do know have an issue with how much in my head I get about my teeth during my deepthroat sessions.

Sometimes the anxiety is so bad I can’t relax and do my best work. I’m always worried I’m going to saw and maim the shit out of the delicate skin on his cock and draw major blood in the name of giving good head. Anyways, my clever thinking ass realized that this nifty little device this might solve my problem. I tossed it in my cart and took it home and followed the instructions to mold it to my top teeth. I put it in the case and sorta forgot about it.

Letting our friends find my boudoir photos – Part 2 [MF]

[Part 1 Here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/za6331/letting_our_friends_find_my_boudoir_photos_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Would be good to read part 1 if you haven’t already but the net-net is our our very good friends are on their way over to stay the night and I’d just placed the book of my boudoir shoot subtly on the dresser in the guest bedroom….

A few too many drinks with our friends later, the topic of naked photos came up. It’s well known among the 4 of us that Tyler has quite the collection of nude photos of Megan, exes and random celebs on his iPad, although he hasn’t shared with us. Of course you couldn’t keep your mouth shut and mentioned my boudoir shoot photo book. Didn’t say where it was or anything, but def made it clear it existed.

Another hour or so later, we all were off to bed. I barely survived the embarrassment when you “jokingly” suggested we all hop into the same bed. NOT COOL!