My [F17] second date with the bank teller [M27], my

So many panties ruined in the hours following my first date with Mike, a bank teller who I had been flirting with and thinking about in the shower for months. I didn't just want him, I needed him. I needed to feel myself being filled up, not just in my pussy but in my mouth too. I wanted to show off my blow job skills I had just recently discovered.

Even though I was going to be losing my virginity, I didn't spend any time thinking about that. I didn't care. All that mattered to me was what I was going to do to Mike and how I was going to make him feel. I would do anything to make him helpless and cum for me. I wanted to watch his cock cum, see how big his load was, and taste it. This is all I could think about from the time I drove away from the pub til the next evening.

Me [F17] and the bank teller [M27]…first date

I was raised in a small town and had conservative parents with typical family values, which caused me to grow up with a decent sense of modesty and a lot of naïveté. I always liked boys a little too much. I had my first "boyfriend" in kindergarten, and didn't stop from there. Up until the age of 16, I always had a boyfriend, which at that age meant not much more than just a buddy who I held hands with, went to movies with, and kissed sometimes.

My first serious boyfriend was Tim and we dated for a year, the whole junior year of high school. Over the last couple months of our relationship I had been hinting that I wanted to have sex. I was being subtle, but I was bringing it up enough that it was becoming an elephant in the room. Tim wanted to wait until marriage, which I stupidly agreed to just because it's what I thought I should do and say. I knew, deep down, that I wouldn't be able to wait. I was already masturbating like crazy, at least 4x a day, and sometimes not even at home. I made myself cum in my friend's pool while she was in the bathroom….I couldn't even keep my hands off myself at a sleepover with other friends. I would wait til they were asleep and then rub one out right next to them. I had no idea how I was going to get a guy to have sex with me at this age (if I only knew how easy it would have been, haha) but I was ready, physically and mentally, to get fucked. Every guy I saw, I thought about fucking. My friends' dads, my dad's friends, my teachers, the mailman.

A GW GW story?

I’m nervous: Terribly nervous. I’m about to meet my first date in forever. This new person is about to walk into my life. I think on the thrill of possible outcomes: The fear of possible rejection. In reality it was always rare for me to ask anyone out, but that’s not saying I’m inexperienced: The contrary, but it’s just been a long, long time. I sit here waiting by the plush marble and rose wood elevators. I know the girl who’s coming now but I feel the butterflies of this inevitable and strange experience. I’ve chosen our rendezvous carefully, an elegant, discrete hotel. Neither of us have space or privacy in our lives. My date lives at home and I’m relying on friends as I work through a difficult divorce. So I planned this; A wonderful spa hotel, easy to excuse, with no terrifying fallout if our experiment fails to spark chemistry. A movie meeting that doesn’t happen in our real lives. We met months ago. In a strange mix of luck and, well, just pure blind luck. It was a not so innocent message to a beautiful girl. I wanted to talk to her, turn her on. She is an unreachable, unobtainable, beautiful woman, posting on GW, popular on GW. Somehow our stilted conversation progressed, as if by chance. And we hit it off. We talked, and talked, all the time, making each other laugh. We exchanged numbers. We both obviously had others to talk to, a list of online potential dates.

[M]y working vacation with a [F]riend

Note, this recollection will be much shorter than others. I recommend reading the background story (3 parts) here

 

It had been several weeks since our conference encounters and nothing had happened sexually since. We flirted a bit, but that was the extent of our non-work interactions. Hette and I had to go to Germany for work. Nothing special just a quick presentation to a client that was better done in person and a separate client visit simply because we were already going to be in country. Hette had not been to Germany and was genuinely excited about the trip. In making arrangements, I suggested we go a day early and stay and additional day to fit in a bit of tourism. Hette thought it was a great idea.

 

New Subreddit – r/gonewildfaithfulwives

Since the moral compass of so many of you is not the same as ours, I'm setting up a new subreddit (r/gonewildfaithfulwives) so that decent men can masturbate to accounts of faithful wives fucking their husbands. Only wives legally married to their (male) husbands may post. Stories may not include three-ways, anal sex, kinky stuff or anything else that might offend proper folks like us. All stories must clearly indicate that the lights were left on during coitus and no alcohol or drugs were involved since, as we all know, in those situations there is a chance that immoral wives might fantasize about fucking someone else. Posts that violate these rules will be removed immediately. As for readers, we particularly welcome those men like ourselves who have been cheated on and who now cringe every time they are forced to read through whole stories by cheating wives. We hope this will be a first step toward porn for men that is respectable, ethical and consistent with core values.

I fucked [m]y wife’s best [f]riend.

Hey reddit. Did my title grab your attention? Good. I'm a cheating scumbag. I cheated on my wife but am here to write and brag about it for fake karma. I'll reply in the comments about how I have no idea what I'll do if my wife finds out I'm a cheating piece of shit, but I don't care. Doesn't matter, had sex right? I don't feel any kind of remorse and have no idea how much of a hurtful person I'm being. But I don't care!!!1!!1!

This is 1 in every 5 posts, and I think infidelity posts should be removed or at least have the option to hide them on this subreddit. The fact that all of you can't even put your moral compasses before your fucking boners is pathetic. I'm sure this will be downvoted to hell or even removed but I don't really care. Someone has to share this opinion with me that cheating is cheating. I don't care about the stories themselves. Freedom of speech baby. I don't like that I get hate for expressing my opinion: that infidelity stories are wrong. Sorry cheaters.

Our first MMF threesome.

So a couple of weeks ago me and her decided to finally post on reddit looking for a third to join us in the bedroom. We both wanted to try it with another guy first, even though the prospect of another female turns us on greatly we thought a guy would be the hottest way to start.

Here's a bit of background – We posted over on GBR4R and got plenty of messages but only a few guys who actually stood out, once we started messaging back it was obvious that Adam was the right choice for us, we arranged for him to come around on the Friday evening at 7PM.

Throughout the day both of our nerves had been building and my cock had been throbbing at the prospect of another man fucking her in front of me and us both fucking her at the same time.

He got here a bit late but me and her had been playing beforehand just to get her nice and wet for him, we spent a couple of minutes chatting in the front room and went straight upstairs to her bed.

[F]ucking [m]y best friend while my husband slept upstairs

I have been having an affair with my best friend (Davis). The thing is… he is also one of my husband's (Jake's) best friends. The three of us have known each other since we were kids and we are in our mid 30's now. We have always been best friends and have very similar interests and pretty much grew up with each other. Also, Davis isn't married, he is in a very serious relationship.

Ok, descriptions – Me, a 34-year old Filipina. Short 5'3, tanned skin, 32DD's and an ass I'm really proud of (I squat) and long, black hair. I Google'd "Filipina" and the first girl that kind of resembles me is this one. Both Jake and Davis (unsurprisingly) resemble each other. Both Filipino, very good looking, nice tans and both pretty fit. Davis is a runner, so he's leaner and Jake likes to lift, so he's got more muscle. Other than that, they're really similar… people always joke that they could have been brothers.

You go to my head. [m+f]

It was our night to be adults, and we decided to go "downtown" to dance and be merry. We both put on something slightly more refined than our usual jeans or shorts and I put on my new make-up. We sang loudly in the car to one of our favorite bands as we drove over long stretches of dark roads to our destination. It's drizzling and muggy, but the night still feels electric when I'm out with you.

I swatted my palm against yours, then took your hand in mind. I smiled so wide, my face started to hurt, because you're mine. I twisted and turned as I swung our hands between us and skipped a little. You laughed at me. "What's gotten into you? Have you been drinking without me?" I grinned at that and shook my head.

We walked a bit farther to the place we were aiming for and I released your hand before we went inside. The music was deafening and the lights were strobing. You leaned in so close that I could feel your mustache on the curve of my ear as you tried to speak over the music, "You want something?" I nodded, gave you my request, and watched as you made your way to the bar. You're always so gentle, yet confident. Your eyes met mine through the crowd and we both smiled again. My heart raced.

oops i fucked a gross one

Yet again another story from college. They can't all be winners.

Kristin was…..not that attractive. The type of hookup that you keep to yourself. I had a class with her at college and we got to talking sitting next to each other. It was a 'sign yourself in' attendance policy so we exchanged phone numbers in case one of us ever wanted to skip class the other could sign them in. That and i wanted to fuck her for some reason. She had my weakness-giant tits. These things were huge. Outside of that she was genuinely just not that attractive. She was a brunette a little on the taller side for a female and maybe about 165 170 lbs. The only other thing she had working for her were these toned calves. I don't know why they turned me on…but they did…whatever.

It was a week night and surprise surprise I was horny. Probably about 10 o clock. I was looking at internet porn jerking off when Kristin texted me out of the blue asking what I was up to. I don't remember exactly how the conversation went but probably something to the effect of 'horny. you. me. sex'. She was obliging.