Rebounding… hard [MF] [outdoors]

This is a real story about my first night out after the break up of my long term relationship.

I’d been with Tim for 3 years and had fallen into a sexual rutt. Don’t get me wrong, we were still fucking 4 or 5 times a week, it’s just that it had become very predictable. When I had brought this up with him, it left him feeling immasculated and led to the end.

3 weeks after things ended with Tim, and what felt like 6months without any good sex, I decided to put on a tight little outfit and head out to the bar. My black dress hugged my toned ass in just the right way, and showed a fair amount of my D cups. Feeling good I ordered a glass of wine and sat at the bar. Before too long a tall tradie looking man sat next to me and struck up conversation.

Return to the swingers club, first time not for work [Group] [Long]

As last time I hope my English and writing isn’t too bad. I am neither a practiced writer, nor is English my language. After I posted my [last and first story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6yxxy9/my_bosses_swinger_wife_mf/) someone in the comments said, they’d like to hear more if i had more stories.

After the encounter with my bosses wife, Mary, I didn’t go back to the swinger club in a private capacity at first. I worked there a couple of times, whenever my boss needed an extra security/ bouncer present. As much as I wanted to go back, the thought of having to kick out or to restrain people or their partners I have had sexual relation with, kept me from doing it. Plus I was busy with my job and studies at university.

It was a few months later, that I got a new girlfriend, Lisa, another student from my university. I had hidden the fact I worked at a strip club and some times at a swingers club. As I thought it would needlessly drive her away. After a while though she found out, and was less pissed about my workplaces as about me lying. In fact she surprisingly interested in the swingers club. Ashe kept asking me things about it. As I later found out her parents were active in the lifestyle, but it wasn’t a topic one would necessarily want to broach with one’s parents.

[MF] Last night I met a couple at a bar… [xpost r/stupidslutsclub]

After an hour of drinking, flirting, touching and kissing, I went to a hotel with the husband and sent his wife to my husband at home.

Met them online and spent about a week flirting over Kik. Decided to meet up with them at the bar close to my house while my husband was at home. Wasn’t sure if it would go well so I didn’t tell him what I was up too, he just thought I was meeting a friend for a drink. (This stuff is all agreed upon, btw) They were a little older but both of them were fucking sexy, and the wife was a goddamn cougar… She was all over me from the get go. She just oozed seduction, I knew my husband was gonna have a blast with her. I’m not really even bi but I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t turning me on.

Eclipse Part One [mf] [light domination] [drug use] it’s really long, but I like to build tension so hopefully it’s worth it.

For the last year or so, I’ve been an active participant on some gone wild subreddits, a venture which has led to some interesting interactions and discoveries. Not the least of which was a meeting between an Australian man living in the UK and myself.

He decided to visit the U.S. in order to see the eclipse in Kentucky, and, as we had been carrying on conversation for several months, he invited me to join him on his road trip to the American South.

Of course, being in the line of totality for the first complete solar eclipse in my lifetime was a tantalizing offer, and it was compounded by the fact that he and I had passed countless hours discussing philosophy, morality, mental health, and literature. Not to mention Rick and Morty and Jurassic Park.

However, buzzing at the front of my mind like the soft beginnings of a Vicodin high was the OTHER topic often under discussion during the brief windows of time in which we were both awake. It was this delicious dizziness that really solidified my decision to go with him. I can say it was a desire to meet someone new, make a new friend, and gain an incredible experience that motivated me, but, for better or worse, my cunt is often my compass. It was the way the sexual tension between us would make me press my knees together in agonizing wanting that guided my feet.

Post marital sex [MF]

We grew up religious, and married as virgins. I adored her. She adored being adored. Still, we were incompatible, sexually and otherwise. She wanted a man who was alpha in the streets and tender loving in the sheets. Both the breadwinner and the floor sweeper (she was too much of a feminist to do housekeeping). I was the exact opposite. A shy nerd with academic dreams who got his ideas about sex from too much, too rough, porn.

Immature, entitled me thought that married life would at the very least start with a year long orgy of an all-you-can-eat, everything-you-want sex buffet, but all we managed were appetizers. I kept pushing for doing the things I saw in porn – spanking, oral, anal; but she was revolted and humiliated by the notion. Our sex life diminished.

Anal, specifically, became a big issue. I was obsessed with it, and felt she was giving me mixed messages about it – cooperating with some play, then angrily declining entry. She also agreed to try it twice, but we couldn’t get it in. So I kept trying and it became fodder for subsequent fights and justification for our disappearing sex life.

[MF] Blue balled because of her Father, [Almost Caught]

I’ve been reading for a few months now and never had anything to add to the mix, I finally have a story I thought was funny to share

My GF and I have been dating since junior year of HS, We both go to the local community college and we only have a semester until we get our AA degrees. This story took place after class on Friday.

My GF, El, and I have both have Intro to Theater for our MWF afternoon class. We normally will go out for lunch afterwords and go back for our last class, that day however, we both decided to go back to her house which was only about a 5 minute walk away from the college. We didn’t see any cars at her house so we thought we could be a bit more adventurous at her house. We were making out on the couch for about 10 minutes when she said she wanted to have sex, I was nervous at first because I didn’t know her parents schedule and they’ve only just met me a few months ago because she wasn’t aloud to date in High School. She convinced me that no one was going to be coming home and that if I wanted to do it we had to do it now because we had only 20 minutes till we had to start walking back.

[MF] [Real Story] I broke up with a guy that impregnated me on purpose and went back to my ex and had a wild crazy sex time

I broke up with the guy I was dating because he saw the condom was broken but still used it and came in me. Then I went back to my ex and had a crazy wild sex.

It is even more complicated than it sounds.

I was in a relationship with a guy – N. (If you check my past stories, the initials match, he is the guy that saved me from my cheater and abusing boyfriend (J) and became my new boyfriend.)

We were very sexually active, sometimes even 3-4 times/day. Sex was not the best but clearly I couldn’t complain.
We were together for a few months.

He owned a bar(his parents, but he managed it). Usually after they closed the bar, we went there to have wild sex on the second floor of the bar where there were also sofas and tables etc. It was quice fancy.

I felt in love back then but I did not take birth control pills at that time. I had on/off periods with BC but at that time I was just using condoms as protection.

A New Player has Entered the Game – [MF]

This is a prologue to the main story. I’m sure anyone who reads this can figure out where it ends up going.

I’ve written about one of the women in this story before – Kat. You can read about her and our past escapades [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/56arer/anal_manoeuvres_in_the_dark_how_i_m_fucked_my/)

Times passes, and Kat finds herself completely single. She’s still hot as fuck. She still wears the boots we fucked in to work. We’ve spent a couple of nights together since her divorce proceedings started, but she’s not keen on anything ‘solid’ until that’s out of the way.

The new player in this is Kerry. Kerry started working for our company as a fresh faced 21 year old out of university about 10 years ago. Friendly, outgoing, absolute killer curves. Her low cut tops kept the guys in the office happy. She didn’t stay in the company long, but she still stayed in the social group and kept a strong friendship with Kat. Kat, her and me all have similar tastes in music so we’ll regularly go to gigs together, and that’s where this all started.

[M]y first time bottoming for another [M]an

Few years ago I was working as a tech for a server and data center parts manufacturer. I routinely made repair calls to some of our larger clients out of the immediate area, and would be put up in a hotel room with another associate until said repairs are done.

On this particular occasion I was fresh out of a hetero relationship, and wanted to get over it the best way I knew how.
After day one’s work is over it’s time to hit the bars. Tried a couple places but had no luck finding a girl so far. In my inebriated state of mind and needing to find some action before last call, I decide it’s a great night to explore my bi fantasies some more. I had given oral to a couple guys in the past, quick encounters whom I met online, but nothing more.
I turn to Google and find there’s a gay bear bar in walking distance. This is too perfect as that describes me, as well as the type of guy I am into. I down the rest of my drink and head out.