[MF] Married Woman Matched In Tinder And Became My Slut

We have been sexting a lot lately. Everything started with Tinder.

We matched and shared our numbers soon and it was all sexting and sex-calls. She was naive and needed an introduction to these sexual fantasies.

But once she was in, she got hooked to it. The fantasies, the dirty talk, the stimulation to be fucked by another man and in ways she never even fantasized of – she realized what all she had been missing.

She was married with kids. Been with 2 guys in total. Elder than me. But she looked nothing more than just in her early 30s. Once I saw her figure, her ass would curve out of her hips like those Latina women. I can imagine her walking and men ogling at her curves imagining how great it would be to strip her naked and fuck her from behind.Her husband was a businessman and would be in town only on weekends. It was that loneliness that made her try Tinder.

After a couple of weeks of sexting on WhatsApp, and talking dirty over the phone, we started getting more comfortable with each other. So much that we would imagine ourselves at her apartment. She even told me that the exact time I can visit her place so that no one would know.

[MF] The Road Where I Fucked an Ex-Girlfriend in the Backseat of a Two-Door Hatchback

*This is my first time trying this ever, and hopefully it isn’t too long. Open to feedback. Wanted to share something in return for lots of other people posting great stories.*

Most people can relate. Sometimes you date someone who is, to put it as plainly and kindly as possible, crazy. There’s something there, it seems like love, but when it comes down to it, the sex is what’s really keep you together. That was Kate.

This was during the summer of my final days of college. She was just barely 21 while I was almost four years older. She was my younger woman, or at least the youngest girl I’ve ever dated in terms of age difference. A suburban blond girl who rolled with the in-crowd in high school. Bleached her hair a little too much but always made it look good. Never liked being seen without makeup and constantly worried about it being impeccable.

Needy but self-sufficient. Liked the music I didn’t like, watched the TV shows that I hated. Intelligent from her book smarts, but not in the same frame of mind as me when it comes to common sense. Always calling me a nerd while being asked to be referred to as a princess.

My Lolita [MF] [long]

This is my gone wild story. Unlike most of the stories on here, this one is actually true. It really happened to me. And I created this account for the sole purpose of sharing it with all of you.

Last December, I started talking to a girl here on Reddit. Now, before I go any further, let me state for the record that I am married, in my mid-thirties, and wasn’t online that night looking for trouble. My wife was out of town that weekend, and I was just passing the time.

I’ve always had a thing for latin girls. This particular night, I saw a post from a girl and she pushed all my buttons. She was every private fantasy I’d ever had, all wrapped up into one cute little package. She was a 20 year old Latina college student, with braces, dark hair and skin, and an amazing ass. Did I mention she had an amazing ass? Her room even looked like a little girl’s room; pink walls and stuffed animals, the whole nine yards. She totally played it up. She looked like jailbait honestly, and she knew it. She also was into ‘daddy’ play and the dd/lg lifestyle (see r/littlespace for more info). Now, I’ve always liked being called ‘daddy’, it’s something I’ve been into for awhile, but I never knew there was a label for it until I met her. It’s safe to say that I became obsessed with her immediately. I decided to send her a private message thanking her for her posts, to say that I’m glad she introduced me to dd/lg, and to ask her how long had she been into it.

Early days in college [Group]

This is a very long story about a time in college where I went skinny dipping with the RA and another guy with my roommate. Shenanigans ensued.

My freshman year of college, I was invited over to my RA’s room to have some drinks on a weekend. The school I went to cleared out every weekend because a majority of students lived about an hour away, so they all went home to do laundry and get real food. My mom had moved recently and was now all the way across the country. So, I never went home anymore. My RA, Kyle was the same way, he was Canadian and never went home, so we did a lot of drinking on the weekends. He was older, 24 or 25, and I had just turned 18 and had been at college for about two months at that point.

This weekend was a bit different because my roommate, who I’d known since I was in first grade, decided not to go home so we could hang out all weekend – which was awesome cause I’d been pretty depressed lately and had just broken up with my HS boyfriend.

The show and shine [MF]

First a little about be me, I’m average pretty much every way you look at it. I’m 6’1 , 185lbs with brown hair and brown eyes and even an extraordinarily average 6″ penis.

She is a year younger then I am and was working at the local radio station as the summer girl. We had met a few times, she had worked with my mother, but had never traded anything other then obligatory “how’s it going?” Small towns pretty much require. She was cute, short, maybe 5’2 and a little chubby. Her hair was medium length reddish brown and her eyes were blue with a small fleck of brown, a few freckles sprinkled her nose. Her name was Janelle.

Exploring my dominant side: the jealous girl from class, Part III – fulfilling her fantasies [MF]

This is the continuation of previous stories where I was basically entering into a FWB relationship with Phoebe, a girl in my program in grad school. Phoebe had a long distance boyfriend, and I had initially felt guilty about fucking her, but I justified it to myself by saying it was her choosing to cheat not me (that one is a really shitty justification, looking back), and also by the fact that Phoebe was incredibly sexy and I loved the way that fucking her made me feel. A disclaimer: I now recognize that what I was doing was wrong, any description of my mental state is just showing what I was thinking at the time.

See, [the first time we fucked](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61jafh/exploring_my_dominant_side_the_jealous_girl_from/?st=j0sqqrtm&sh=bbf524ab), I was so angry with her that I accidentally tried out some dominant/submissive stuff, and I was spurred on by the fact that Phoebe seemed to really, really enjoy it that way. After [we fucked in the last story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61oc4t/exploring_my_dominant_side_the_jealous_girl_from/?st=j0sqrbys&sh=efed263a), I ordered her, whenever she masturbated, to think of me, not her boyfriend, and to text me after exactly what she thought about, and I would come over and do it to her.

I fucked my roommate’s girlfriend (picture included) [MF] [Long]

My Junior year of college I was living with a few friends in a two-bedroom, four-person apartment. My roommate was studying abroad so I had my room to myself. My other two roommates, we’ll call them Zack and Ned, shared another room.

Zack and Ned were both the stereotypical nerds–Zack tall and lanky 6’1” 190lbs of skinny fat, Ned short and maybe slightly overweight with a neckbeard. I was also an enormous nerd (proud member of the school’s Collegiate Star League Starcraft 2 team), but I don’t look much like one. At the time I was training MMA/Muay Thai pretty seriously and was considering a transfer into a kinesiology program. I was 5’9” and probably about 170lbs.

I had been somewhat in and out of relationships the last couple of years, but was at the time dating a girl I didn’t have much chemistry with, and we had no real sex life to speak of. Zack was dating a girl, Val, who basically lived in the apartment with us. Val was about 5’5” and a little thicker. She was on the smaller side of a B-cup, but holy shit [her ass](http://imgur.com/a/sTdsQ) was something. She had a cute face with dimples, short brown hair, and an infectious (albeit disconcerting) laugh. It was endearing. I mean now I think it’s horrifying, but at the time it was endearing.

[M]eeting my [f]riend in her office for lunch

I usually have absolutely the *worst* luck on Tinder. I either never get matched, or the few matches I do make fizzle out and go nowhere. This is not one of those stories.

Her profile picture was from her neck to her waist. She was wearing a patterned blouse buttoned beneath her very ample breasts, a black tank top beneath hiding all but a glimpse of cleavage. Her profile text was simply three letters: DTF

I immediately swiped right and instantly matched. My own tinder profile is actually just this stupid joke about boobs, sly comments about being a “cunning linguist” and an insinuation of being in an open marriage.

We start chatting immediately. Turned out, she too was married, but looking for a little fun, just as I. Things just progressed from there, and before I knew it, we had switched to Kik and she was sneaking out to her car to take a picture of her tits for me. Pics lead to dirty chat lead to hooking up.

[Group][FMFF] Double happy ending with the boyfriend in Bangkok

I found a similar story in the archives and thought I’d share the experience my boyfriend and I had awhile ago. Sexy part starts after the line, if you want to skip there :)

My boyfriend Daniel and I are in our 20’s and are decently kinky. For reference, Daniel is 6′ tall with a nice six inch cock, a killer smile and a lean athletic build. I’m 5’7″ with small tits and a great ass (think [like this](http://imgur.com/a/BhwEK)). We’re both pretty attractive and enjoy rough sex. I adore being dominated and he gets quite aggressive when horny. Our regular sex involves teasing, choking, spanking, hair pulling, light facefucking, etc.

Earlier this year we went on a trip to Bangkok, and Daniel found a place near our hotel that offered erotic couples’ massages. I was initially unsure about it. We’ve talked about having threesomes, but we’re pretty possessive of each other and still are figuring out boundaries.

On our last day I said fuck it, let’s go. We had a redeye to catch later, so we showed up in the middle of the day. I was worried the place would be too seedy or have noticeably bored masseuses, but luckily our experience was far from that.

[FM] I climbed a giant war veteran and we’re planning a devil’s threeway

Ricky Bobby

About a week ago, this southern 6’5″ sequoia of a man texted me through a bad night I was processing- literally all night! He had immediate empathy being prior service, he’s gone through some shit… in and out of combat. The following Monday in the early hours, Charlie Sheen came over and I wrote about that night and the previous weekend leading up to it. Writing about it was cathartic, living it was peptic. I’ve been in touch with this lean, green, killing machine on and off regularly. I can dig him, he’s a good talker. My age-ish, weathered by life experiences, a gentle giant. He read through the entirety of my blog the night we first starting chatting- speed reader, god damn. Our schedules appear difficult to coordinate, so I’ll take what I can get as far as communication and seeing each other. He hits me up in the wee hours of Tuesday morning, and I’m in. I was open to having sexual relations with that wiry giant, mostly though I was excited to meet him in the flesh. He’s been drankin’ and I’m assuming that’s a regular gig for him- not my business, I don’t ask.