I was working late one night, when I came home my husband poured me a drink and told me I needed to carefully follow his instructions. He told me to down my drink, get in the shower, and put on an outfit I can strip in. I obeyed, and came downstairs in my schoolgirl outfit, black lace thong and bra underneath, and black heels. To my surprise, when I came into the living room Daddy was sitting on the couch, but there was a complete stranger sitting in a chair too. I said hello to the stranger then started to dance for Daddy, slowly grinding on his lap, before being told to go dance for our new friend “J”. I walked over to our friend and straddled him in his chair, his hands immediately running up my skirt, then I pressed his face in between my breasts. His hand was between my thighs, and starting just touching my wet pussy, making me moan.
We were supposed to be professionals. [FM] [Part 2/2]
Part 1 is [here](http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65t409/we_were_supposed_to_be_professionals_fm/).
I’ll never forget the feeling of gazing into his eyes, still catching my breath after the intense orgasm he had given me with his hands and lips and tongue. Glen looked like he had genuinely enjoyed himself. This made my lust for him – which was already substantial – kick into overdrive.
With effort, I pushed us off the bed so that we were standing. Again I was struck by how much taller he was than I am.
There’s a moment before first seeing someone naked that feels stopped in time. I pause to wonder what their body will feel like under my fingertips. What funny tanlines will decorate their body. What style of underwear they wear. Where the most sensitive spots are. Where the biggest scar will be. And, if they have a penis, what it will be like. Will it curve? Cut, or uncut? Will it be most sensitive to my tongue running along the base, or up along the ridge? Earlier, he had talked about experiencing difficulties with hardness. (Not surprising; it can happen to men of all ages and is no big deal.) I didn’t care about how hard, curved, thick, or long his dick was. I just hoped I would be able to swallow his cum.
One sexy as fuck dance floor, two pierced clit shows, and my wife’s double blowjob. [MFM]
There was rubber, leather and a lot of vinyl. Plenty of tattoos, spectacular make-up and a little body paint. Goths, military uniforms, gladiators, horror, steam punks, dandies. Basques, corsets, stockings, suspenders, quite a few nipple tassels, some crops and top hats. And nipples, and the occasional bare bottom.
The dance floor at this leading fetish club in the UK is a lot of fun, and not just for the more obvious reasons. It is very diverse, with a good spread of ages and body shapes. The sex ratio is even and it’s ethnically diverse. Flamboyance gets extra points. It’s fun and sexy. Much of the narrow-mindedness, judgementalism (which may not be a word) and restrictions of many vanilla clubs are absent.
My wife Layla and I hit this dance floor around 2am. We’d had a thrilling time in the dungeon, when two men, a woman and I spanked and touched Laya in front of a small audience (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6jawv6/group_kink_an_audience_watched_as_two_men_a_women/). That was followed by a couple of hours in the rather sweaty and frenetic company of two other couples. I may return to the subject of adventures 2 and 3, but for now, we downed a couple of shots with our new found friends (with benefits), and went for a dance.
[FF] Before dawn, tired lust
How did we even get here? There was the club: neon and cheap vodka and lipstick in the cracked mirror. Then the bus ride. The city lights smeared lines of gold. Then a café, tea for Holly, coffee for me. A drunk with a bible gets freebies from the Greek sandwich jockey. Punks and hipsters make an uneasy truce by the jukebox. Ah now I remember. She says I should stay over. I stay over at Holly’s a lot these days.
The balcony. Small, a potted rosemary tries to become a tree. Basil, oregano, marjoram, overlap and interlink, savoury perfume. There is rain coming in. Undercloud glows like the cherry of a lucky strike. Holly hands me a gin. Sharp lemon, bitter tonic, sweet Bombay. Fizzle and snap on my dozy lips.
Then her lips. I didn’t see that coming. I like to pretend I’m innocent. Don’t you? She isn’t there and then she is. We are touching, finding places to put down the tumblers. Mustn’t spill. What would our mothers think? I have a skirt and a tee, she leggings and crop. She is short. She kisses my top lip with hers, then the bottom. Her hand moves up my leg. I cup her through her skinsuit.
[M]y [FF]irst Threesome!
First time writing here. I’ve read a ton of great stories and have been wanting to add some of my fun.
First, a little background information on me. I’m not too tall, 5’9, an athletic build and have always stayed in very good shape. I am hairy with a full head of hair, beard, and chest. I have hazel eyes, a few tattoos. I am 27 now, this is back when I was maybe 22.
It starts at work, I was a server at a fancy steakhouse at the time. I was recently out of a three year relationship, so as any 22 year old would, I filled the void with a lot of drugs and impulse decisions.
My co-worker, Wayne, invited me out on a double date. I had never seen this girl, but he said she was latin, short, petite, dark hair, skin, and eyes. Just my type. That night he calls me and tells me they are coming to pick me up and to be ready soon. They get to my house, I get in the back seat, and the girl, Mia, was just as described. Her eyes looked as though she liked what she saw in me as well. Wayne is driving, his girlfriend Kristen in the passenger seat.
[MF] Friend let me use his wife
I’ll start by saying my friend is like a brother to me. I was his best man at his wedding, and I would never do anything that would jeopardize our friendship.
That being said, about 6 months after he got married, I had a very vivid dream about his wife. She’s skinny, flat-chested, tiny ass, blonde hair in a pixie cut. She has these cute glasses and a tiny, squeaky voice. I would never really do anything to her, such as cheat, as I hold myself to a certain honor code (dubbed “not being a dick”). I have sat in their apartment and talked to her before, just having friendly conversation.
I ended up hanging out with him for a day, and told him about my dream and how bad I felt about it (we were drinking, so it slipped out). He just looked at me and said “Go ahead.” I thought I was dreaming, but he just kept encouraging it. I asked him why, and he told me that they decided that since they were married, they had less reason to leave each other, and that they could experiment more. It didn’t make sense to me, but whatever. I asked him how I would go about doing it, and he told me to just go to the apartment while he was at work, and to tell her. I remember saying “She’s just going to do it, no questions asked?” And he told me that they agreed on a code word that they could use for this situation (real James Bond shit). I agreed, and we finished our night.
[MF] Being held in penis jail
After the first six months of dating my now wife, we had transitioned to no condoms, but I was always pulling out. Partly because I was worried about getting her pregnant, but also because she had the perfect stomach/tits/ass to cum on.
One of the best parts of “new relationship sex” is trying things with a new person. What makes them squirm, squeal, and cum. Maybe it’s a trick you picked up somewhere, or something you want to try… it’s all Christmas Morning excitement with someone new.
One weekend morning, as we lay in bed still naked from the night before, we talked and touched. I remember feeling her goose bumps as I lightly dragged my fingertips up her thighs and across her stomach. She played with my hair a bit, and eventually she just said “Are you going to fucking fuck me this morning, or do I need to do it myself? I need that cock to get hard and be in me.”
Up to this point, the extent of our dirty talk had been things like “You feel so good”, “you’re so wet”, “I need you”. Things that were entirely sexual, but seemed PG compared to what she had just said.
[MF, Dom, Cheating] – Crossing the Line
Nobody prepares you for the eternity of boredom that often accompanies marriage. Of course when you’re young things seemed exciting and it never occurred to you that this feeling would pass. And it’s true you do end up loving him and he melds right into the family. You can’t imagine life without him but that spark that made your juices flow so easily when you were a teenager and in your early twenties has settled into a routine that doesn’t quite satisfy your deeper needs while at your sexual peak. And you know it’s not just you – your friends, coworkers, other married couples – they all make the jokes about it and you laugh with them… but underneath you wrestle with it daily. You have more to offer, more to give, more to experience… but could you? Would you? You bury the thought. But living in eternity the thoughts always finds a way to resurface.
Smack [MF] [oral] [impact play] [public]
*Smack!*
The sound of a hard object on flesh jerks me into consciousness. My nostrils fill with your sweet, musky scent intermingling with some other acidic odor as my eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness of the room. As the room slowly comes into focus, I’m aware of a chill on my cock and balls. The room is nearly black and only lit by a crack of light emanating from beneath the closed door in which my back is pressed. Even though I cannot yet see anything, the oppressive darkness is impenetrable, I can sense another person in the room with me. Instantly my hands jump to my crotch where I discover they are coated with a thick liquid. Completely confused, I grope around in the darkness for a lightswitch. Finally, my fumbling fingers locate one next to me on the wall and I snap it upward. The CF bulb ignites, but barely, and I jump as I see you sitting on the linoleum floor, legs spread in front of you and your hand raised over your head. In you hand you are gripping a small, flat, wooden spatula. Before I can react you swing it downward in a tight arc and it makes contact with the top of your cleft.
My [f]irst experience with another [f]emale
I’ve never been with another woman physically but I love to watch girl on girl porn. I was a little confused as to whether that meant I would be happier with a woman or not. I mean, I like men and am attracted to them but I wanted to explore the possibility that I would be equally attracted to a woman. Of course I found women attractive but I’ve never been sexual with one.
Well I was planning on going to Chicago for Lollapalooza with my cousin and a group of his friends, which I never met in person. We would FaceTime from time to time and if he was with anyone he would always make me awkwardly talk to them. I hated it. One day I received a FaceTime call from him and it was him and his wife and his wife’s friend. He was acting goofy and put this girl, nat, on the phone and I was instantly taken by her laughter. She had the most beautiful smile and cutest laugh. We chatted in between my cousin joking around and I learned that she was going to attend lollapalooza. In an effort to get to know someone I would be hanging out with, I sent her a friend request on Facebook after the call and messaged her telling her I was nervous about hanging out with people I didn’t know and she understood, we made small talk and that was it. I looked at her pictures and this girl was gorgeous, brown hair, brown eyes, perfect body, small tits but wide hips. She deffinetly caught my attention.