[F]irst night o[f] a long weekend with a [m]arried couple.

Backstory: I am 30 years old short and curvy but fit. I have shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. To start, I met this couple at a work party. Lynn (not real name) is the head of marketing at my company. I have very little interaction with her but I had seen her around. Her husband Carter, works in real estate. They are both a few years older than me and much taller and thinner. At a work party a few weeks ago, Lynn and I started talking and she was definitely flirting with me. When he came over she asked if she could take me home and he agreed and next thing I know I spent a wonderful night with them. We did a great amount of talking and I know some of you might not like me being with a married man or mixing work and pleasure but I have it handled =)

This story starts because they asked me to their lake house for the long weekend.

Pantsing [M]y [F]riend paid off

A while back I moved to a new city after graduating college. With no friends or family in town I was totally in friend mode every time I met a new girl. I met Lauren at a fitness class when I first moved into the city. I was 22 and she was 29. She was cute, 5’9”, brown hair, D-cup breasts, and was really fit. She was definitely strong, but she wasn’t the ripped bodybuilder type. Even though I was attracted to her, I tried to be friendly and nice hoping we could become friends. Since I only ever had one girlfriend before moving to my new city, I was still really shy around women. In my head I let the age difference be the reason nothing would ever happen between us.

Fast forward a year and over time light hearted small talk at the gym with Lauren started to become more and more personal. Finally, thanks to her inviting me over for dinner we got a chance to hang out one-on-one. Being alone with Lauren in her house was awkward at first, but after a bottle of wine even the shyest guy can become the loudest person in the room. The first night we had dinner at her house nothing happened more than a gentle hug, but from then on we began spending more time with each other.

Boyfriends Bondage Demonstration Leads To Me Blowing His Buddy [MFM]

This story is a follow up to [another story I posted](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4d9awd/my_first_time_was_a_bit_different/). That’s a decent intro to my relationship with this boyfriend I dated for quite a long time. Our relationship relied heavily on sex; naturally, we were quite kinky. He was very controlling in bed. One of our favorite things was bondage. Up until this point we had done basically done everything but sex with other people.

I was well aware he told a few of his friends all about our sex life, showing pictures and delving into extreme detail. If we were hanging out with just them they would always bring it up someway or another, and my bf just encouraged it. It was embarrassing but I kinda liked it. I wouldn’t say much since I’m pretty shy, mostly just smiling and playing along. There was a stint where we hung out with these guys all the time, like several times a week. My boyfriend grew ever more bold when they were around, slapping my ass, telling me to fetch drinks, having me wear skimpy clothing, calling me slut… All this in front of them and we loved it. For us this turned into an extension of sex, he started to act just as controlling when they were around as he was in bed.

A low battery, a fast decision, another quick convention meet (F/M)

It was convention weekend for me again this weekend just gone, and as much as I’d been looking forward to it my enthusiasm had been dimmed a little – in the weeks and months leading up to the event I’d been talking to a couple of people (both girls) who wanted to meet me during the event, but both of them had backed out at the last minute, leaving me feeling a little annoyed.

Still, once I arrived on Friday I soon forgot all about that, and spent the day hanging out with a group of friends – having a good time with them at the show, then going out and drinking rather a lot before returning to my hotel and collapsing in bed, only to find myself waking up early again the next morning.

For Saturday’s cosplay I had an all-new outfit – Rise from Persona 4’s winter uniform, consisting of a long-sleeved black blouse, patterned short skirt and thigh-high stockings. It’s not the most revealing outfit I’ve ever worn by any means, but there was something about it that left me feeling pleasantly sexy – I got plenty of complements about it, and could feel plenty of gazes on the small areas of skin that showed between the skirt and stockings.

Begging daddy to (f)uck me

I’d been teasing daddy all day by letting him watch me play with my pussy and rubbing and sucking on my huge tits, without letting him join in. I knew it was driving him crazy and he wanted to teach his naughty slut a lesson.

Daddy started by rubbing his big hands over my DD’s, asking if I’d been a little slut and am I ready for daddy to punish me. I bounced my tits a little bit for daddy, which made him even more mad. I was teasing him, and he was about to show me who was in charge. Daddy forced me on to my knees, i eagerly put my mouth over daddy’s thick cock, taking him all the way in and sucking hard on the tip. Daddy loves it when I can fit all of him in my mouth. I looked up at daddy, who had his hands on the back of my head, forcing himself down the back of my throat. I grabbed the base of daddy’s cock and jerked him just slightly, as I worked my mouth down his shaft. My tongue explored daddy’s hard cock, lapping up his precum. His cock tasted so good, I loved being a good slut for daddy.

[M23] [F22] – My first time getting my girl friend to be dominate

As most of these stories start out with a preface I too will let everybody know, I’ve lurked, I’ve thought about, and finally too, have decided its time to tell my story. To give a little background we met when I was a senior in college and she was a sophomore. I had no intention to date at the time but when you come across a blonde haired and blue eye’d girl that had this sense of loneliness to her… I’ll be honest up front, I gravitate to the type of girl who doesn’t know how good looking they really are. I by no means am the next the next CK model but I am also no hideous creature out of the NY subway station. So I went for it. I saw her out the usual college late night party and spiked up some un-original pickup lines I have perfected through out college.

Cheating Husband [M50] BJ’s

Hello again. More from a cheating husband.

S and I hooked up through an adult chat site. We connected and chatted about things and the fact that she was a cum slut who loved giving blow jobs and cum on her face and tits. Awesome…

Made a date and I headed to her place. She was a shift worker and her hubby was away, kids in school. So all good there.

I get there and a general hello hug and into the living room. She is wearing a nice sun dress this sunny summer morning. Button down front to the waist, skirt is down to just above her knees. S is a tall lady, 5’10”, brunette with a long braid down her back and nice big D titties.

She sits on the chair and I’m on the sofa. We talk a little about this and that… and more of this then that… I cough a little.. Oh she says, care for a water… Sure I say….

Sunrise (23M/18F), the end of my 2015 trilogy.

Like most guys, waking up early in the morning and having to piss was a zombie-like habit. Secure in the comfort of my old bed, during my house sitting stint I would toss and turn constantly just trying to get the feelings of having to get up to ebb away, but at some point in time between ten minute periods of falling back asleep, I would have to force myself to roll out of bed, lumber across the hall, empty my bowels, and swan dive back under the covers. Some of THESE times found me with a dry mouth, which obviously had to be sated by pulling a water bottle from the downstairs refrigerator and downing it.

So when Monday morning rolled around after a night of thunder and ass claps, my zombie-time was both a constant and a variable. During my shamble to the rest room I was way too dead tired to think about how Paige had spent the last day and a half. As I pulled out my dick to piss, I was too exhausted to think about how warm and fit it felt in between her tight thighs, and as I meandered to throw the fridge door open and chug a bottle of water, I was too out of it to remember just how sweet her pussy tasted on my lips and tongue.

[M]e and Mandy Part 1 [M25/f18]

When a friend of mine recommended an eighteen-year-old girl for one of the two rooms I was subletting, I was skeptical but he assured me she was mature. He told me she had worked with him as an intern during her last semester in high school. I needed the cash so I trusted his judgement sight unseen. How much trouble could a girl who was going to double major in philosophy and political science be.

When she moved in I remember seeing her big head of curly blonde hair and her cute made up face and thinking that she wasn’t the nerdy girl I’d expected. She acted like a prissy little princess, but lacked confidence, so she came off immature and awkward.

The first night I had some friends over, and she came downstairs all dolled up and looking much better than she had earlier. This was mostly because she wore a low cut top that put her substantial cleavage on display. Of course my friends hung on every word as she claimed to be a brown belt in Taekwondo, a good tennis player, and a sexual dynamo who preferred older guys. She even bragged about the way she’d handled her ex-boyfriends big dick.

Got an incredible surprise from the gf while her friend was over… [m/f]

Okay, I’ve lurked n’ loved this sub for a couple of years now, and finally I have something worth writing about in return! This happened last night, and I’m still going nuts just thinking about it. Writing it out now while it’s still fresh. Fuck!

So my gf, Lucy, is great. We’ve been together for a few years, live together, marriage on the cards, etc. One of the reasons I love her is how accepting, laid back, and open minded she is. She isn’t a ‘freak’ in bed at all, but she is open to all my different requests (of which there have been many).

One that I was hesitant to bring up is hotwifing. For those of you who don’t know, hotwifing is where a man allows/encourages his partner to have fun with other men and keep him in the loop. Obvious question – why the fuck does anyone like this? No idea, but it’s an idea that’s been floating my boat for a while now. So after about 18 months of fantasising, I finally got up the courage to ask Lucy about hotwifing and how she felt about it.