[Part 1, cheating] The conference where I [f]ucked two guys separately and then had a threeso[m]e

This is a long story and has buildup but I put ********* where the fucking happens.

PART ONE

This was my first time away from home in years. I was going to my first conference in California, where I would present my research and get to be around other nerds doing the same thing. So when I saw him standing there, I kind of lost my shit.

I met Josh in high school. He was the kind of guy who didn’t really give a damn about grades or college. Everything about our shitty school bored him. He was also pretty introverted while I’m a bit more extroverted. I’m loud and I like to be the center of attention, so, while we were good friends, we always seemed inherently incompatible. He got into college and went away while I went to a university in our city. We drifted and never talked again.

Josh was now standing in front of me, looking confused. He was still about 6 feet tall, but had a medium build now. His green, hooded eyes were open in surprise, jaw was sharper, his hands looked bigger, his hair looked darker and was neatly parted to the side, his smile looked wider. He was tan and kind of glowed. Eventually we both laughed and he moved to hug me. He smelled nice and looked great in his dark suit.

[MF] My Ex Thought I Gave Him Genital Herpes

He hasn’t had an outbreak. He decided it was time to get tested again since he met somebody and he thinks they might have sex soon and guess what? HSV2 showed up! I’m pretty surprised about this because while I do, in fact have herpes that I told him about before we even met in person, it’s HSV1. Cold sores. Or so I’d always thought.

I’ve had it since I was a baby and always just assumed it was just cold sores but I started thinking, who knows! I’ve never actually been tested. So, I got tested. My doctor is just a bit trifling. He wanted a blow job for a free test!! No, I’m just playing. :-P The doctor’s office did manage to lose my first blood test though! I had to give blood again. When the test came back, I was positive for HSV1 and negative for HSV2. So, I don’t know how my ex picked up HSV2, but it wasn’t me!!!

Honestly, his number is pretty low. I’m not too sure how it works but there are three ranges. Negative, equivocal, and Positive. His number was in the equivocal range, so basically, he has to get tested again in a few months because that might be a false positive or something.

My wife and I joined a couples dating app [MF]

Let me start off by saying that, for many years, together, when it comes to the topic of sex/love, my wife and I have alway been very open. We enjoy sharing our experiences with others so that, when it comes to talking about the taboo(sarcastic) topic of sex, they might not feel so intimidated with others. Being this way has lead us down a road that many of you are also on. story here Most of us are here on gonewildstories like to share experiences, ask questions, and learn, what works (and doesn’t) for others. This coincides with the project that my wife and I have taken on. We have recently started a youtube channel that documents our experiences. Now we know that we are amateurs at this, but we enjoy sharing with others what happens in our private lives. (very much like what goes on in this sub.) This is not some kind of spam, we are not interested in profiting in any way, we are just starting conversations. And hopefully others will join the conversation. We’re inviting you to experience our experiences. Check out the link below and let us know what you think. We’d love to hear back from you with your insight, ideas, questions or comments. Thanks for taking the time to read this. Enjoy your Day. K&J

Bonding [MF] [bd]

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and we are hanging out at the new apartment. We’re hanging out in the living room, having a sexual conversation. When the conversation turns to bondage, you tell me how exciting it can be and I admit that I’ve never tried it, but have always wanted to. You suggest that we give it a try and I agree.

We make a quick run to get some supplies before ending up back in the bedroom. I lock the door and turn down the lights. We make out on the bed for a bit before I help you take your shirt off. I undo your pants and slide them off as well. You’re left sitting in a black bra and matching thong.

I unhook your bra and your boobs fall free. I reach for the rope and pull it next to us. You suggest that I start by tying your hands behind your back. I move behind you and take both of your arms palm to palm in my right hand. With the help of your coaching (and a YouTube tutorial) I wind the rope around your wrists first, then I move up to your forearm, then again up to your elbow.

Venus

My mind’s eye wanders thinking of her. Drawing, imagining, seeing her silhouette like a surreal smoke floating. It’s perfection. I can see her face infront of me. Her gentle smile. Her captivating almond eyes. My heart flutters. I want her. I want her now. I want to kiss her. Worship her. Fulfill all her deepest desires.

Thinking of every sexual tension. Every sexual insinuation she has shared with me. It makes me hard. I do not want anything else in life now but to fuck her and see her be fucked. I want to know she is getting everything she desires and I will not hold back.

I can see other men’s cocks fucking her. I can see her lusting. Moaning. Enjoying. Women caressing her body with their hands. Worshipping her as men take turn fucking her. Hard thick cocks thrusting in her wet tight cunt. Her back arching as she cums on one cock after the other.

Men are cumming all over her as other women eat her sweet perfect nectar. Her wet cunt. Women tongue fucking her, a head buried deep in her pussy as other women lick wet warm semen off her breasts. Pleasuring her nipples, making them hard with their soft lips and tongues as they consume hot fresh cum just spit on her from hard cocks.

The Cabin Adventure P1 [MF] [Mast]

“You almost done with work?” the text from Sophie said.

“Not yet, sorry. Still have a few things to wrap up before leaving.” I replied, knowing she was going to be upset.

“:-( But you’re all packed though, right?” she asked.

“Yes, all packed. We can leave for the cabin as soon as I get home. How about you, you ready to go?”

“Yep, this is all I need… right? ;-)” she replied. Her text included a photo of a nearly empty suitcase with a few of her favorite pieces skimpy lingerie sitting next to a few of her favorite sex toys.

“Haha” I replied. “I’m fine with that, but the girls might get jealous if their men see you walking around in those all day.”

“Oh c’mon” she said, “It’s not like we haven’t seen Jackie’s tits around the cabin. And you know we’ll end up catching her and Paul in the act at least once this week.”

“Lol. Well.. it seems like they try harder and harder each year to show off in front of us.” I said.

[MM] Gym shower anxiety [size]

I had been at the university more than 2 years before I finally had the courage to check out the gym. The “bros” intimidated me, and I was just too shy and anxious to try something “new” like that – as a bit of a nerd, I knew I’d be the awkward one not knowing what to do or how to act. But the day before Thanksgiving break, most of the campus had cleared out, I was done with most of my homework, and I finally decided I’d found my balls enough to go check the rec center out (well – not to be too proud of myself: the place was pretty empty).

While I wasn’t very good at it, I could swim somewhat decently, so I put on my swimming trunks, pulled some sweatpants over them, and walked over. As I expected, the entire gym was nearly empty, and the pool wasn’t even attended by a lifeguard. Seeing the locker room empty made me feel better – I could never understand how anyone was comfortable showering in those long rows of open shower heads. I tossed my sweats into a locker, walked out to the pool, and quickly realized the limits of my cardiovascular endurance after only a few laps left me winded. Well, either the laps or the excitement that I’d managed to break out of my shell a little and come over here.

[Mf] Making You My Girl [bdsm] a little [scifi]

She blinked in and out of consciousness; the lights were bright, too bright, when her eyes opened, but the dark scared her. Still… she drifted. Once, when she half-woke, he and the doctor were standing over her prone body, discussing her recovery process. The conversation floated in and out of her ears, with snippets of words here or there, words like “weak” and “dangerous” and “caution;” Words that served to do little more than frighten her back into the blackness of unconsciousness. Once, she thought she felt his hand against her cheek, though it might have been a dream.

When she was well enough to leave the hospital, she spent six weeks on pseudo-bedrest, flitting between the bed, the sofa, physical therapy appointments, and long, steamy baths that left her feeling better each time she stepped out of them. He was attentive and concerned, but quiet, and she hoped he wasn’t having second thoughts about the operation. He washed her hair during her baths, and escorted her to physical therapy. He cooked her meals for her, and snuggled close, but not too close or hard, to her in the evenings. They watched television shows together, though nothing too funny, or she would laugh and upset the stitches. He read her to sleep some nights, and others, she would drift quickly in the early evenings and be out until well past dawn the next day. Time passed, quick and slow and all at once.

Our first experience

I haven’t heard from her for a while. I check my phone and there’s a message. My heart races, I know it’s her. I know what she is about to do and what she wants. We have talked about it a million times and now the stars have aligned to make it a reality.

She has been anxious and jittery the whole weekend. I see her mind wondering and wanting nothing else but to fuck him. I see it in her eyes, in her calmness, in her frustration. She really wants him. She wants him so badly that the thought is not leaving her and is overtaking her.

The message is from her. She is going for it. She is meeting him! My heart flutters and my cock hardens like crazy.

10 mins later I get another message. It is a picture message. My thumb shakes as I open it. A picture of perfection blows up on my phone. Her wet sweet beautiful pussy being finger fucked by him. I grow so hard that blood is pulsating through my hard cock as I start playing with myself, anticipating more. Imagining her loving it. Enjoying herself. Knowing she will come back to me and tell me all about it. Every detail. Every feeling, every fuck and every cum she has experienced. Letting me fuck her after she just enjoyed herself on a fresh big hard cock of another man.