A favorite Memory [MF]

“Let’s go find the mixer!” I mischeiveously suggested to Emma. The glint in her eye told me I was on to something and we rushed upstairs to give Landon and Veronica some
space.

 

As soon as we got upstairs and before we even got through the hallway, I grabbed for Emma’s hand pulled her around so she was looking at me. I gave her one last chance to protest before I moved in.

 

Her gaze darted between my lips and my eyes. She seemed shy or coy, but she ever-so-slightly bit one side of her lip – one of my personal favorite tells.

 

All of the sudden our tongues clashed as she attempted to climb up my body, her leg wrapping around my ass and her mouth was pulling mine into hers. I wasn’t used to such a vigorous partner, and it emboldened me. I used my body weight to pin her back on the wall. I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.
She flushed red and I could practically hear her wetness flowing as she pushed her mound into my hip. I spread her lips with my mouth and our tongues fucked each other. It was animalistic, urgent. Each volley of thrusts was bolder, deeper than the last.

[M]y favorite time as a pussy slave

I’ve dabbled with D/s play off and on since college. I happened across Anne Rice’s “Sleeping Beauty” before it had her name as the author. It was still published under just the pseudonym. I had no idea I was wired that way. I was so turned on while I read it, that sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and jack off.

I started exploring. The fetish community is awesome, but like any niche “hobby”, it can be clique-ish. People trying to impress you with how much they know. People with strong opinions trying to tell you what a “real” Dom, or “real” sub is. People’s self esteem gets wrapped up in how they identify themselves, and where they fit in the community, and it can get weird.

For me, I didn’t really care about labels, or if I was enough of this or too much of that. Lets just have some good up front communication and if it turns us on lets do it. And for me, what really turned me on was playing with a woman that truly got wet at the idea of being in control of a man.

Dinner and Finger Cuffs [MF],[MFM]

Continuation of Work Release : https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6bttmr/work_release_mf/?st=j2v9ytpr&sh=2e0cf820

Katie and I fucked a lot that week. We fucked at the office, we fucked in the back of her Kia Rondo, we fucked at my place over lunch. We fucked horizontally, we fucked vertically. We fucked each others brains out. And at the end of each session, she would text her husband that she had just gotten fucked. And then she would go home and make love to her husband and tell me about how gentle and considerate of a lover he was to her the next morning as I was bottoming out in her cunt. This was working for me. This was working for her. This was working for Bob.

Friday was a fuck free day. We had to get a rate filing into the state so we worked on our finishing touches. At 3:30, she was wrapping up and headed to the bathroom. By 3:45 I had submitted a 724 page document to the state for review and I figured we deserved a break. She had gotten back walking with the slightest of wobble and had her hands on her back. I liked this look on her as her breasts were subtly more prominent and her hips pronounced. Woman is what that stance proclaimed.

Co-worker and my wife. [MFF]

I work in a male dominated field, so when girls get hired, it’s always exciting. We hired a cute young girl name Brandy. She had a boyish figure and short hair. Everyone assumed she was a lesbian. This was confirmed when she said she was living with her girlfriend. However, I heard from another coworker that she also liked to mess around with guys sometimes. This peaked my interest but I didn’t think anything would happen between us.

My wife, Michelle, came to my work one day and met Brandy while she was being trained. I had already told her all about Brandy. As soon as she left, she told me how attracted she was to Brandy and that she wanted to be with her. I kinda ignored the thought, but soon they were Facebook friends and then they had exchanged numbers and were texting all the time. We hung out together with other friends and coworkers a couple of times and nothing happened.

[MF] Breakfast

My wife had had a rough few days and was exhausted by 9pm (just as I was finishing up the dinner dishes). I found her mostly asleep, flopped across our fluffy white duvet in her baby blue stripped thong and one of my white v-necks. I changed into pajamas and gently snuggled up beside her, wrapping her up in the duvet and my big goofy arms. She promptly bit my forearm and passed out with a contented sigh. I laid there grinning at the back of her head…savoring the scent of her hair…and then I blinked and it was dawn.

I nuzzled her then rose quietly to the hard wood, walking around the bed towards the kitchen to start coffee. Pausing to stare creepily…..ahem….affectionately…at my wife. She had flailed in her sleep (as she always does) and now rested on her side with her arms at odd angles and one foot raised to hang off the side of the bed. Her tan toes pointed as if she were a jumper frozen mid-leap.

Being a Peeping Tom lead to best sex ever [MF]

These are some stories of a wild sex life I lead prior to settling down.

Moved back to my mothers house after a bad 3 year relationship breakup. I would sit in my room going thru Craigslist Ads and chat lines just to try mending my broken heart. While in my old room I would look out the window aimlessly until one day I saw a silhouette of a nice thick woman. She had big boobs and a nice arse. Sometimes I would masturbate when I saw the silhouette and after I while I think she realized I was looking. Come to find out later it was the bathroom window I was looking out onto.

Eventually I got over the heartbreak and started to hanging outside with my old neighborhood friends drinking, smoking, going to bars etc…. Eventually I would meet this mysterious woman who I would watch from my window. She had long blonde hair, green eyes, 36C boobs and a killer body. She would occasionally say Hi and smile but I didn’t think anything of it but a neighbor being friendly and cordial.

My [FF] freshmen roommate

It all started five years ago freshmen year when I moved into my dorm. I was never the shy type and in fact I was always outgoing and the first of my friends to try most things. I was the first to kiss a boy, first to see a penis and even the first to touch one. I remember telling my friends in high school how cool it was and how adult I felt.

I fell in love with my high school boyfriend. We were meant to be together but when graduation happened he broke my heart. We were going to schools separated by 3,000 miles and he didn’t think he could commit to being with me. I was heart broken and even thought of dropping out of the Ivy League school I was accepted to and instead go to the big state school he was going attending. My parents talked me out of it.

When I moved into the dorms we were assigned random roommates. I was eager and excited to finally be alone for the first time in my life. Having a older sister I always had her old things and always lived in her shadow. This was my time to finally be myself.

Stuck in the Mountains [MFF]

This took place a few years ago, the summer after my freshmen year of college. I was always kind of bad with girls throughout highschool but in college I really found my confidence.

It started one Sunday when I had no plans so I figured id send some texts to some girls and see who was available. Me being the 19 yo sent the same exact message to four different girls, who i was confident didn’t know each other. Two of the girls(Megan and Lucy) texted me back within a minute of each other, and both said the same thing. It took me two or three texts before I realized they were together and messing with me, luckily they found it hilarious and said the three of us should all hangout. I suggested we take my truck out fourwheeling.

I packed a cooler, picked them up and off we went. On the drive to the Forrest road we had a pretty good laugh about the awkwardness of the texts, and had some harmless flirting between the three of us. I was definitely more interested in Megan, she was about 5’4 thin, cute butt and smal chest, but the most gorgeous blue eyes. Lucy was really cute, dark tan skin about 5’2 awesome ass and solid c cups. I’d known them for a few years, partied, mutual friends that sort of thing, but never made a move on either of them.

[M]y wife’s [F]riend (BJ/Anal)

This happened a couple of years ago. Mae, my wife’s friend and I used to fuck years ago before i knew my wife, so we had a history. She dug another guy more and off she went. She was in her early 30’s then, 5’4″, long black hair, Thai, gorgeous ass and small tits. Mae starts coming by the house when we have get togethers and whatnot, no big deal. One night in particular, Mae gets wasted, real flirtatious and having fun. She was wearing a black pleated skirt and a black top. A couple times during the night she leans over and I caught a glimpse a white thong underneath.

Anyway, the party dies down and I go out to the porch for a smoke. Mae comes out. We’re drinking and she mentions that she misses fucking me. I knew she was a go. I asked her what in particular. She told me she missed sucking my cock and getting ass fucked. We tease each other back and forth and she adjusts her seat with her back to the party, lift up the front of her skirt and moves her white panties to the side, showing me her nicely trimmed cunt. She works her right index finger in circles on her clit and in no time she begins to moan and her jizz is running down her slit. I figure we got window of time here and lead her around the side of the house to the back of the shed.

[FM] Talks About Breakfast food & Semi-Anonymous Sex

In the beginning of our relationship, I found myself stuck in an impromptu road trip with my then something, now husband. I had been invited by a friend who knew some friends and it ended up with her bailing out on me and being stuck with a bunch of people I didn’t even know inside a van. Once we hit civilization on our 8th hour of being on the road, I assumed that it wasn’t for me and that I’d rather get a rental and drive my ass home. B, let’s call him that, decided to come with me since he had shit to do and felt like he was dragged along.

Long story short we ended up at a diner talking about how good breakfast food was and found ourselves renting a room. C’mon, talking about breakfast food is pretty awesome –

The moment we locked the doors in the room I found myself hoisted up and slammed against the wall. The whirr of the air-conditioning unit was daunting but I grew immensely distracted when his lips pressed against mine.