[MF] My unexpected hookup with two brothers during the summer before college

Vincent tried rubbing up my thigh again, cautiously. “But you know how much I love you, Aahna,” he whispered as he kissed my neck.

“Oh, that’s just silly,” I scoffed, though I allowed his hand to edge a little way beneath my skirt.

“No, it’s not,” Vincent whispered to me. “You know I wanted you ever since we were kids.”

I had just turned 18 and was visiting my elder cousin for summer vacation before going off to college. We had grown up as neighbors and playmates and Vincent had always expected something would happen. He had felt me up a few times on my previous visits.

“You know you’re the only girl I’m ever going to love,” he went on, kissing my ear and searching up under my skirt a little further again.

“Vincent! I said no! What if your parents come back? It’s not exactly the best place to be doing it when they could walk through the door any minute.”

“Awe, they’re not going to be back for ages. They said they’re going to check the resort out and that means shopping for hours and my brother will be at a bar somewhere for sure.”

Genuinely casual, no-strings-attached sex with a good [F]riend. A wholesome story!

This is a story about the most genuinely ‘friends-with-benefits’ experiences I’ve had. Often stories here about friends-with-benefits are full of tropes which make the whole experience seem more like a porn scene than a totally casual, solely positive sexual experience between friends. It’s not always possible to sleep with someone who’s your friend and for it to make no different to your friendship, and I don’t want to pretend that it always works like this. I’m just going to write this as it happened so you get an accurate impression of how fun and casual this was.

My name’s George, and I’m from the UK. Anna and I have been friends since university – not quite the same friendship circle, but good enough to spend many evenings chatting together about politics or literature. Anna’s a free-willed New Zealander with brown straight hair, a friendly smile and a passionate interest in all things political. I would say that she’s good-looking and cute rather than bombshell gorgeous in the stereotypical way, which I’m not particularly into anyway, but with a great personality – basically the sort of female friend you don’t necessarily fantasise about all the time, until you do. She has a cool slightly hipsterish dress sense, great boobs which she mostly conceals under T-shirts and jumpers, and a great sense of humour.

[MF] The best business trip I’ve ever had!

I started a new job a few months ago and they flew us up to their headquarters for training. I checked into my hotel and was blown away by the suite I had all to myself, particularly the king-size bed! I had an hour to kill, so I hopped on Tinder and swiped on a bunch of girls before dinner. Later that night, I checked my matches and one particular girl stood out. She had a picture of herself clothed and standing under a waterfall on her profile. I was intrigued. I hit her with a homemade pickup line and we immediately hit it off. She seemed like she was going to be fun and we decided on dinner the next night and I reminded her that the hotel had a pool in case she wanted to swim.

[MFF] Fun with Molly and Intimacy NSFW

To tell this story I have set it up with some details.  34 yr old male here.  Married 14 years.  Wife and I grew up in a religious system and committed our entire lives to it.  Along the way we grew deeply disenchanted with our faith.  Came to see all religion as myth stories and often these stories were used as a weapon against folks who were different.  

We became deeply involved in standing up for those in the margins of our faith including LGBT folks.  At some point along the way we met with others who were on the same journey and like us they were slowly putting distance between their faith and the present ground they hold.  

We quickly made new friends and the folks we connected with seemed to value authenticity and new adventures.  This post-religion crowd often participated in risky behaviors involving sex and drugs far beyond the norm.  Seeing some dangers of that we chose to stay in circles that thought through such things carefully.  We were thoughtful about what adventures we tried and how we push boundaries without being crazy.  

I [FM](18) was almost caught by the Wife of the man i was fucking and had to hide in a cupboard!

Hey everyone, so last night was absolutely hectic, it was heart racing and just outright crazy. ; )

It started pretty early with us planning to hook up in his car again except as i was climbing in he mentioned his wife was out of town for the night, so being the thrill chasing chick i am i wanted to fuck him in his bed. We got to the house and put his son to bed pretty early in a spare bedroom on the bottom floor so we wouldn’t wake him from the top one.

We did what we’ve done in the past and started slowly before merging in some rope, then a gag, then taping my nipples (id never tried it before but only wearing tape is super hot! ;) ) and finally using some curtain rails for bondage.

After about 3 hours at his house his phone begins to ring, turns out his wifes plane was cancelled and she had a new flight in the morning, whats more she had just entered their cul de sac and whats only a few moments away. Panicking he cut me down and helped me to a cupboard in a spare bedroom, my legs still bound as he quickly dresses.

The Driving Tuna [MF] [Rachel and Adam] [Part 1]

I’ve always liked driving. There’s something about hitting the open road with a full tank of gas that’s freeing. Some people prefer getting to the destination immediately, and enjoying their time in the destination as much as possible. That’s why I’ve written this story in a way to appeal to both audiences. This is a pick your own adventure — you can go down the long, windy drive with beautiful scenery to build up the story, or skip ahead to the destination. The language is probably too verbose, and I describe things with too much detail. Hopefully that will come in “handy” when you’re hoping to cum. Enjoy the ride or skip ahead, the option is yours. See you on the other side.

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THE DRIVE

After a long summer, the first day had finally arrived! I gave myself an unofficial tour of the huge campus in the morning, trying to find my classrooms for that night. My dream school had waitlisted me, saying I could take night classes with them until the spring, when I would enroll full-time. I was annoyed, but I had swallowed my pride in the name of education. This school gave me the best shot at attending medical school, and that was the true dream. The night classes were from 3pm-9pm most days… I’d just have to suck it up for 4 months.

[MM] Another bi experience with my friend

I [previously posted](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qzar5/mm_first_bi_experience/) about the first time a buddy and I messed around. Here is another memorable encounter. Please let me know if you enjoyed it (and how, if you like!!)

Being horny, single guys at the time, our playtimes became a very regular thing. Once that initial trepidation and ingrained sense that “this is wrong” were gone, we both saw this as an opportunity to keep having and giving orgasms during dry spells.

It was a pretty good bet that if we were going to hang out and there was time to kill, at some point our cocks would be out with either us stroking ourselves or, more and more frequently, each other. We did not talk a lot about it, but neither of us seemed overly shy either. Getting started was usually as simple as one of us saying “You wanna?” We both understood what was meant. Also, I cannot think of a time when the answer was negative unless one of us wasn’t feeling well.

[MFF] School Pool After Dark (long)

This has three women but this sub doesn’t allow more than two F’s.

So this happened around 8 years ago in my college days. I went to go visit my friend at her college down south for a few weeks to catch up, fuck and have a little quality time. We’ll call her Viki for all intended purposes. Viki and I have been on and off over the years and the fact that we were in two separate states meant that we couldn’t be on (I didn’t do long distance relationships). We’d hookup over breaks so we were FWB with a few emotional strings attached. So anyway on to the story. If you’re just here for the fun scroll to the second to last paragraph you’ll see your sign.

[MF] I fucked my best friend’s ex-girlfriend in the hotel room directly next to his.

Long time lurker, first time poster. This just happened earlier in the week, 2 days ago. Still very fresh in my mind and I definitely recommend attempting to write your best experiences ASAP after the event because I definitely got off multiple times from writing this, it almost felt like I was reliving it.

Our group of friends decided to take a trip down to Melbourne (from Sydney), and the last night we decided to all get our own nice rooms in a fancy hotel (instead of the average one we stayed at the rest of the trip). It was Chanel’s birthday and her parents, who we’ve heard are pretty loaded, gave her quite a bit of money to work with for her 23rd birthday. We’re all around the same age (23-25) but Chanel is the youngest.

Everyone was having a great time at the hotel bar – sharing each other’s drinks, trying new drinks, drinking a little too much in general.

Alex was immediately drinking too much; buying drinks 2 at a time from the start of the night. Chanel and Edward were catching up from the last time they saw each other and sharing university stories. Sharon and myself clicked right away almost like usual, but a little more so tonight somehow – maybe it was because we were drinking the same wine.

[Fm] Closing in on 40, I impulsively decided to let go of my good girl ways…

It had been at least a year since my last relationship ended.

That must have been the only reason I didn’t shut him down from the start.

One long, depressing year of mourning, frustration, and a handful of bad dates. Working at the library didn’t exactly create a lot of opportunities to meet single men.

One year without sex. Even longer, really, considering the last few months with Peter had not been a time we were getting along.

That’s the only explanation. That, and maybe the fact that I’d had a few drinks.

It was a Thursday night. I was in a strange town sitting in a bar without a date. And I was being hit on by a guy who was barely half my age. I was about to turn 40. He couldn’t have been more than 23. Mathematically, he was young enough to be my son.

And, yet, I wasn’t doing a thing to discourage him.