[MF] [MMF] [Cheating wife] turns me into her husbands bicurious use

I had met Tim and Sammy through work. Tim was a few years younger than me, athletic, and full of self confidence. Sammy was his slightly younger wife. She was Filipino and had an alluring body and face. I had a reputation for sleeping with people’s wives at works that was, well, deserved. Sammy found out about the reputation through some of the other spouses.

It was not shocking really when she messaged me on FB one night. Her hubs was at work and I had the night off. Her boredom was apparent in how she was talking as we kept messaging. I was a bit tanked so me leaving my place was a no go. I got tired of her round about suggestive messages so point blank asked her if she wanted to come over and have some fun. She agreed. I was stoked. Then got to wondering as I waited for her to drive over why she was ‘bored’. Her hubs was a good looking guy. They seemed lovey dovey whenever we were hanging out outside of work as a group.

[MF(Succubus)] Dear Lilith, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Succubus [mast] [oral] [Fdom] [fantasy?] [part1?]

I repurposed a prompt I made for r/dirtypenpals for this story. I’m really interested in feedback from everyone here and am definitely up for writing more parts if there is interest. I really appreciate you reading my story!
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I had no idea what the consequences of my actions would be at the time. I don’t even really know why I did the ritual. Probably an unhealthy combination of boredom and curiosity. How could I have been so reckless, so brazen? I guess I had no respect for the spirit world.

I don’t really remember how I stumbled upon the ritual. I do remember it was on some random blog, with shitty design (think late 90’s Geocities) and typos galore. The author had abandoned updating it more than six years ago. After straining through a few paragraphs of red text on black background, the mysterious author outlined a pretty simple way to summon something called a succubus. He wasn’t clear exactly what a succubus was, some kind of spirit that didn’t fit the good vs evil dichotomy, but apparently he got a great deal of pleasure out of his experiences.

My sisters roommate (part 2) [mf]

So last time I told about the first time me and Abbie had ‘messed around’ but we didn’t go all the way until a few months later.

But I guess I’m gonna start with context of me and hers situation at the time. We were friends for a short time after the last story took place but a couple weeks later she got into a relationship with a guy and I took a step back in order to let them be themselves.

The sad truth is that the guy she had been with was a abusive asshole but again I was pretty absent from her life. I spent my time working on myself and finally getting laid (comment if you wanna hear that story) and during the time directly afterwards me and her made up and got back to being good friends.

It was around New Years that things started to pick up pace. I had been trying to get a time to be alone with her to try my luck so I had asked her out to see a movie on New Years. We made plans to go during the day and I made plans to spend the night together but at the last moment she had to ditch because her dad had come into town. I said it was cool and spent the night in sexting a new fwb of mine.

[MF] Our first real hotwife experience. Why do I like this so much?

My wife and I are both in our early 30’s, have a great relationship both emotionally and sexually. We’ve been talking about getting into hotwifery for years. She’s always been open to it but I was the driving force behind the idea. Never pushing or pressuring but encouraging. A year or two ago we met up with a younger guy from CL and she wound up jerking him off while I watched. It was definitely a fun time but we were left unsure how to proceed from there. It was good but not great. Time goes by and we keep talking about the idea of it all. During this time we meet another guy…a bit older than us this time…on CL. We wind up talking to him for several months before we finally met last week. The wife and our new friend met for a drink in a bar while I finished up work. She texts me that they had a good time and she likes him but doesn’t want to do anything that night. I pick her up and we talk about the entire encounter. during the course of our conversation we both wind up getting so worked up we tell him to come back to meet us. we drive to pick him up with my wife in the back seat. he jumps in and while I drive around trying to find space to park I can hear them starting to explore each other in the back seat. I hear her say “wow” and I know its because she’s finally gotten her hand on his cock…which is about 2 inches longer and 1 inch thicker than mine. I finally find a spot to park and turn around in my seat to watch them. her top is off and he’s handling her tits like he owns them and she’s loving it. his fully exposed cock is in her hand and she’s leaning over to spit onto it so she can jerk him off. i know in my gut she’s loving this guy’s cock and she wants to do more but will probably only wind up jerking him off like our last encounter for all the reasons we’ve been apprehensive so far. i run my hand along her back…over her neck and onto her head. i grasp her hair in my fist and pull her head back a bit. she sticks her tongue out. without hesitating i plunge her head down on this new cock that’s much bigger than mine. she moans with pure happiness. he does the same. she proceeds to blow him while he and i roam our hands over her. finally he asks her if he can cum in her mouth. her only answer is to blow him faster until he dumps a thick load down her throat. we put ourselves back together and i drop him off at his car. the wife and i go home and fuck like we first met. we loved it and now she’s dying to have him fuck her. i can’t wait to see him push his thick cock into her. i know all the psychologic reasoning and i know we’re all good. I’m just still so baffled why we both like this so much. i can only imagine how we’re going to fuck after he’s been inside her.

[MF] Tinder Tale

So I’m a 25 year old millennial living in the age of online hook-ups. Yes I have a tinder profile, and yes this is a tinder tale.

It was about 8:00 pm and I’d just finished playing intramural basketball. I’m pretty sure the prize was something dumb like a coupon, but my friends and I mostly played just so we could be shirtless in public.

……..we won (insert alpha male)

Feeling euphoric I sat in the locker room scrolling thru r/RealGirls praising the internet. Afterwards I jumped in the shower trying to hide my chubby while thinking about the 6ft Amazonian blonde in my psycology class. “I might think about sex too much??”

With a Psycology 201 mid-term, and my folks coming this weekend. I needed to relieve my stress. Enter Tinder: putting Xanax out of business since 2012.

You may think a guy on tinder continuously swipes right, hoping for one nympho with a cum-dumpster tramp-stamp. Truth is guys can get quite judgmental. Like swiping right gives a girl permission to sleep with him.

—–> Tinder Secret: when matched never meet up right away, text for at least 2 days. This creates false intimacy, and removes all sense of slut shaming.

[MF] Sunday morning

I woke up in just my boxers in a pink bed that smelled like her shampoo. I got up and went to the bathroom. When I walked out to the kitchen, I saw her with a cup of coffee looking out over the lake. My shirt draped loosely over her tiny frame, covering her butt, but I could barely see her baby blue panties through the fabric. “That looks pretty good on you,” I said.
She slowly turned and smiled. The rays of morning sun streamed through the window and landed on her beautifully freckled cheeks, her grey-green eyes twinkled beneath her dark hair. “Oh yeah? Maybe I should keep it.”
“I’ll have to borrow something to wear home then.”
With a playful frown, she said, “you’re not going home yet! There’s something I need you to do first.”
She took a couple steps closer, her bare feet softly padding on the hard wood floor. I could feel my heart beating faster as I watched her hips sway back and forth. “What do you need me to do?”
She approached and put her hand on my chest and went on her toes to get closer. “Make me some breakfast, goof ball! Your eggs are way better than mine,” her hand dropped a few inches, “and I need something to fill me up.”
I put my hand on her cheek and kissed her. Her lips were warm and inviting, and she let out the smallest whisper of a moan. With both hands, she traced down even further and her fingers curled around the top of my boxers. She slowly slid one hand down and wrapped her slender fingers around my almost fully erect cock. “Mmmm, I could go for something like this too,” she whisper between kisses, as her lips graze my ear. She start kissing my neck down to my shoulders, while stroking the base of my shaft as slow as possible. Her lips make their way to my chest then she bends over to pull my boxers all the way to the floor. She kneels down and turns her eyes to me, and I see the excitement in her expression.
“It still shocks me how big this thing is.” I smile down at her and she grips the base while slowly licking and kissing the head. I’m caught off guard when she takes my whole length in her mouth and throat, and bounces up and down. She makes it seem so effortless. She pulls back and uses both hands, “I could feel you growing in my mouth. I don’t know if I can handle it all,” she says with a wink, “but I’ll give it my best shot!”
I guide her back up to me and pick her up while she wraps her legs around my waist. I push her up against a wall and I feel how wet her panties are. I guide her back to the bed, throw her down and immediately pull her underwater off. She bites her lip and reaches for my cock with both hands. I kneel in front of her and unbutton the few buttons she had done up while she eagerly strokes me. I bury my face in her chest, licking, kissing, squeezing. When I look up I can tell she doesn’t want to wait anymore. I let her guide me and I enter easily because she’s so wet. Slowly I thrust about half of my length into her while her eyes roll back. After a a few minutes we make eye contact and I go as deep as I can. She gasps and a look of pain and pleasure washes over her face. I speed up and I can hear her breathing heavily. I go as fast as I can for a few minutes and through the moans I hear her say “I’m coming, kiss me!”
Without slowing down, I kiss her deeply, my tongue swirling around on hers. I feel her clench up and lose focus. Her fingernails dig into my back and she lets out the sexiest moan. When she settled down a little bit she says with a serious look, “I need to swallow your cum.”
I almost lost it right there but I pulled out. She pushed me onto my back and just attacked my cock, one hand on my balls, the other on the base of my shaft, and her throat rubbing against the rest. I feel close to the edge and she senses it and speeds up. I can feel her moans and I start to come. She takes both hands away and goes in as far as possible. Rope after rope shoot down her throat. She pulls back and looks up at me and swallows. “I’m not kidding about these eggs.”

[MF] The bet. (Repost with small edits to comply with forum rules. Sorry everyone who’s read this before.)

‘I bet I can make you cum in less than 5 minutes…’

Another true story from university days. I’m 19, sitting in my friend David’s room at Cambridge university, and we’re chatting about sex.

David has been one of my closest friends since we were little kids, growing up in the same village. We went to school together, primary then secondary, and though we hung out with a big group of mates we would probably refer to each other as best (opposite sex) friends.

Despite this, we had never been a couple. People would say ‘seriously why did you guys never get together, you’d be great’, but we never did. I don’t really know why, there’s no single reason. We both went out with other people through school, neither of us really seeing the other as a potential partner, but we stayed close and shared secrets just the same. We are still close friends to this day.

People would also ask ‘doesn’t the sexual tension between you guys just get unbearable?’ It didn’t, for the simple reason that we had, on a couple of occasions, had sex. Nobody knew, not even my closest female friends – it was our deepest mutual secret.

[F] Afternoon masturbation, and a glimpse inside the workings of my dirty mind.

So far on this forum I’ve posted four stories about things which happened in my teens and early twenties. I’ve got a few more of those to come, but I thought it was time for something a bit more up to date. In fact I’m going to write about something which hasn’t even happened, yet… but it will have by the time I click ‘submit’.

I’m at home, alone. The girls are both with their dad until tomorrow (well technically he’s only the actual father of one of them, but they visit together), so I have the house all to myself. My chores are done, the house is tidy. I’m working this evening but there are a couple of hours before I need to leave, so now I’m going to masturbate. I’m going to lie on my bed and lose myself in sexual fantasy, then I’m going to come back here to my laptop and tell you all about it. I don’t know exactly how my fantasy will turn out or what I’m going to do, but I know it’s going to be fun! Off I go…

**(20 minutes later)**

My [F]irst Experience, Part Three

I do seem to be committed to explaining how I went from late-blooming “never-been-kissed” to, well, been-kissed-and-then-some but still a virgin, and some people have enjoyed [part one]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/643txs/my_first_experience/) and [part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65kugl/my_first_experience_part_two/). So I suppose I should, to the extent that tales are ever complete, tell the end of this one.

I set out to write this as one story: some background and then a single particularly memorable event. That became cumbersomely long, however, and perhaps the background itself is interesting as an exploration, and so this has become two stories, the next to be posted later.

As I said last time, at first I was slightly-reluctantly dragged along into sexual experimentation with Gordon, but the incorporation of ejaculatory delights in to the scheme changed my attitude toward that. And so once I was giving Gordon handjobs on a regular basis, it would be pointlessly restrictive for him to keep his pants on but his penis exposed, so usually his pants came off. And so although there’d been a rule that my top could come off but not my jeans, well, that just left me overdressed, right? I doubt that was actually my logic, but somewhere along the line (I actually don’t remember how or when) I became willing to be naked with him.

[FM] A visit to my Dom.

I walked up to the door holding my Trader Joe’s bag of clothes, phone, and purse. I wasn’t as nervous as last time, but I wasn’t completely calm either. He opened the door before I got to it, and let me inside.

“How had he known I was there?” I thought. “Was he watching before? Waiting in anticipation?”

We said our hellos and I took off my shoes like he asked. He stood in front of me, blocking my way, not gesturing me to move, and told me to set my bag down. I set down only the Trader Joe’s bag and then he grabbed my arm and led me to the couch. He pushed me onto it so I was leaning against the back, bent over. I could feel his hands grab my leggings and pull them down exposing my ass.

Then I felt a smack.

My eyes opened wide as I tried to balance in that position. He hit again.

“I did not expect this”, I thought as a gripped the black fabric of the couch.

I felt my purse topple from my arm and I let out a light moan.