Thai Massage in Bangkok

I wrote this about 7 months ago as a comment to someone else’s post no one really read. I read a story recently and it reminded me about it so I figured I’d post it where someone might read it. Here’s the Second/Authors Edition with minor edits and a bit more in-depth detail.

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About 3 (now 10) months ago my girlfriend and I visited Phuket and Bangkok, Thailand for about a week. She had been there before years ago (she’s from the Philippines) to shop with her well-off/trophy wife aunt but it was my first time there. First few days in Phuket we woke up way too early to go see the sights, go island hopping, beach, etc. At night we’d walk Patong Beach but usually call it a night early and she’s not much of a drinker. While walking I did notice the massage parlors along the streets with all the girls wearing the same shirt/uniform kinda just hanging out at the front door of the place. Different places had the women wearing different colored shirts. We were only there 3 days if I remember correctly. We had fun and I’d recommend it to anyone.

Business Trip Surprise (When I got home) F/M BBC

Business Trip Surprise Follow up (When I got home)

After the last conversation with my wife and her new BBC friend you can imagine the week drug by. It was all I could do to go to work and try and get something done every day while thinking of what was going on at my house with my wife. I know she can be obsessive when it comes to great sex so I am sure she was getting into pleasing all the guys that are probably visiting her. I wondered what the neighbors might be thinking though we do have a long drive to the house that makes it difficult to see who gets out of cars from neighboring houses.

The week couldn’t end fast enough. I had tried to call my wife a couple of times but true to what she said I was not able to reach her. I knew this week she was going to home most of the week as her company was taking a break and everyone was on a “vacation” of sorts while some remodeling was done to the office. What was she doing with the whole week of freedom? The end of my time here, Thursday came finally and at the end of the day I got ready to leave for home. It was an anxious time packing and thinking.

todays adventure (actually last night)

As some of you know, I was a bad girl this week. I went to a coffee shop with instructions to masturbate in front of an older man and give him a thrill, and during it I allowed him to finger me and make me cum. It was sooooo hot, but when I told my SO about it he looked at me and said that I didn’t have permission to let him touch me and that I was going to be punished. I love when this happens.

My SO told me that I was to go to happy hour at a specific bar (I haven’t been to this place before) and that I was to only wear black stockings with a garter belt, a sun dress, no panties, 3 inch heeled boots and no panties. Oh, and I put a butt plug in my ass to remind me of my status as property of my SO and his slut. I showered, shaved and spent some quality time working a small dildo up my ass. I wasn’t allowed to cum, and enjoyed the hour I spent working bigger and bigger dildos up my ass, until I had the butt plug in and then got dressed. I didn’t know what was in store for me, but whatever it was I was excited and so horny.

The Hot But [F]orbidden Fruit; [M]y Exes Brother.

I’m sure we’ve all experienced that sexual tension that’s likely only so strong because it’s immoral to follow through, and this is one of those situations.

Sam had admitted to feelings for me before i dated my ex, but after something was already developing between me and my ex so i kindly turned him down, which was discussed between the 3 of us. Problems arose in the relationship i was in, and eventually we decided being friends was a much better fit for us.

After months had passed, i began to notice Sam being a lot more comfortable with me due to not worrying about stepping on his younger brothers toes, although we had always been close. My newfound freedom and large sexual appetite often left me fleetingly wondering what it would be like to more with Sam. I brushed this off and squashed it down, ignoring it.

As Sam became more physically comfortable with me he, he began to not think twice about wearing nothing but a towel draped low around his hips after a shower which to my surprise turned me on immensely, and i couldn’t believe how attractive his body was to me. That image became my guilty pleasure and often arose in my head whilst i was pleasuring myself. I began to look forward to seeing him like this, and to enjoy the touches that passed between us that i was sure i read more into than he did.

<Still Guilty> Hot gf’s roommate

I think it is finally time to tell this story anonymously to an audience. I’m still working through the feelings associated, etc. It kind of fucked me up because it was the first step in an eventual very emotional breakup with my gf. I wasn’t very attracted to her although she is good looking and a lovely person. I mostly just really liked and admired her. We’re still working on being friends a few years later. Anyway, this experience helped me see that I needed to end it, but also made me feel really fucking guilty. I have only really talked about it with my fiance (who is the absolute best), and she gets it, but I need to share more.

My gf and I used to sleep over at each others’ places sometimes, especially on weekends after partying. We were both sophomores in uni at the time, so both had to share our rooms with a roommate (which as anyone who’s been to uni knows is both a blessing and a curse – my roommate from that year is still a great friend, but there were a lot of close calls on him walking in on me and my gf). Anyway, this story is about several of those nights sleeping over at my gf’s place.

Showing her of[f], an awesome feeling

I’ve been an avid redditor in many ways, lurker, poster, and recently an explorer of new ideas.

My girl and I are lucky enough to work together and get to spend some very intimate time in the car prior to working and on the way home. We don’t live together, so this time is quite precious to the both of us. She wrote a story about this [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/48ek8q/showing_me_off/] after I asked her to write out this very unique morning drive. She then asked me to write my side of the story. So here it is!

I met her outside as I do every morning, we got into my car and started off the day with a kiss, some hand holding, and just about every red light possible; how lucky for the drive ahead!

She was wearing a very cute dress for me this morning. I asked her if she wore it for me, she said yes. I asked her if she was wearing panties, she said yes. I gave her a look and she knew exactly what I was asking. She asked me, “Should I take them off?” … “well yes. You’re wearing a beautiful summer dress and I have a few plans”. She slides them down, leaving them on the floor of my car. Oh, this was a sign of a really fun drive ahead!

Achieve[m]ent Unlocked: I Sucked on a Penis

Since I was about 16, I had thought about giving oral sex to a man. At this point, I hadn’t even given oral sex to a woman, much less received it from anyone, but I had a desire to try it some day in the future. When my parents kissed me goodbye outside my dorm, the future was here.

Sucking a cock wasn’t the only thing I wanted. I had assembled somewhat of a sexual bucket list that I planned to attack in college. It mostly consisted of pretty standard fantasies: have a threesome, give a facial, have anal sex, have sex in public, etc. At this point, I was very inexperienced, so there were a lot of firsts to be had.

As soon as my parents drove away, I headed straight back to my dorm and got on my computer. This was about 8 years ago, long before I had heard about reddit, so my go to medium was Craigslist. I had browsed the personals in the areas around my home town before, but never had a chance to actually meet with anyone. I couldn’t exactly bring a stranger over to my parents’ house for some anonymous sex, and I don’t think my dad would have let me use his car to drive to a casual encounter.

(M/F) My wife’s niece sucked my cock, and now I want more.. (Part 3)

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/49l0gz/mf_my_wifes_niece_sucked_my_cock_and_now_i_want/

Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/49q26d/mf_my_wifes_niece_sucked_my_cock_and_now_i_want/

“What the hell does that mean, ‘you got next’?” I responded back to Candace. I knew full well what she meant, but I was half shocked that she said it and half wanting her to actually say what she wanted. “Are you that stupid, or are just wanting me to spell it out for you,” she replied. “What do you think,” I sent back, and then waited. I ended up waiting far much longer than I thought I would, and left work without any sort of response from her, I assume because of her cheer practice.

4:30 rolls around and its time to go home. I get home, and Britt and her sister are there, but no Candace. Us 3 talked about what we wanted for dinner, and we settled on my favorite meal to cook, stuffed chicken with asparagus and mashed potatoes. I slaved away on dinner and Candace finally got home around 5:30. She was wearing blue shorts that just barely covered her ass and a black sports bra. Her body was glistening with sweat, which only made her that much hotter. She gave me this coy smile upon walking in the house, and almost immediately headed upstairs to shower after asking how much longer before dinner would be ready. 20 minutes later, dinner was ready and Candace had returned back downstairs. Her hair still wet, wearing black sweats, and a white and red striped t shirt. I don’t think it was a conincidence that a white stripe sat on her shirt exactly where her tits are, and I quickly discovered she was wearing no bra.

My Wife and I Have Another Experience with Marie [M/F/F]

So it has been a few weeks since our unexpected evening with Marie [READ HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/468tl9/an_unexpected_guest_in_our_bed_mff/). To be honest, I have had so many different thoughts about this experience since it happened from excited, to curious, to apprehensive, to guilty. About a week after that night, my wife and I finally had a long conversation about that evening. We talked about how it made us both feel, what motivated her sexual energy that night and how it might impact the future. After the conversation both of us were pretty sexually charged and it led to some pretty amazing sex. Repeatedly during sex that night both of us kept saying things like, “What if Marie saw us doing this?” or “I bet she’d enjoy this view.”, etc. It left little doubt in our minds that both us were sexually turned on by the fantasy of knowing that someone might pleasure themselves while watching us fuck. However we came to the conclusion that we really had no desire to actively invite Marie to be a part of our sex life, just to allow the fantasy to stimulate us.

Spur of the [m]oment date with a Hotwi[f]e.

There is something to finally meeting someone. I had been talking with Julia for quite a while. There was almost nothing we could talk about from football to cooking. Of course, we talked about sex, and how we both had great appetites for it. We had exchanged several pictures and She also told me her secret. Julia was a Hotwife. She and her husband had a very open relationship, encouraging each other to find sexual partners, both of them loved watching the other having sex with another partner.

One day, we made a bet over a football game, and of course, I lost. Now, I owed Julia a dinner, and I was more than willing to meet her. We to meet several times, but each time, something came up. That was until last week.

As it turned out, I was near her that day. I decided to take a chance and told her that we should meet up. She agreed. It was a spur of the moment meeting, which made it more exciting than it already was.