[M]y Girl [F]riend? Or her best [F]riend? Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/64ny5f/my_girl_friend_or_her_best_friend_decisions/?st=J1PZW129&sh=2fb7d265)

As soon as I got home, I text Jacqueline. I just wanted to be with her again. I told her that I would meet up with Liz and break up with her the next evening. Shortly after, I got a call from Liz. She sounded all giggly and possibly drunk still from the party. I asked her what was up. She immediately told me that after she got home, she had drank some more, and was now laying naked in her bed. I guess our time in the jacuzzi had turned her on. She told me that she was playing with herself and that I should too. I quickly shut her down knowing that I was going to break up with her and she was beyond drunk. We hung up, and I passed out.

[mf] Caught in the act! Despite my love of outdoor sex, this is the only time I’ve actually been caught.

Another true story for you. This one is from just a few years ago, when I was 24. The guy is the same boyfriend who appears in the changing room story from a few years before. By this time we’ve had another child, graduated and moved in together.

We’ve come on holiday as a family; me and my bf, our two girls, and his parents all in a villa in Spain. There is a pool, hills for hiking, a short drive to the sea and endless sunshine.

In the middle of the week the bf and I decide to go on a long hike up into the mountains. We both love hiking – this one is over 20 miles total so it’s a decent trek, and we leave the girls with their grandparents to play by the pool.

We start early, while it’s still cool, up rocky paths and tracks, high into the mountains of northern Spain. By 1pm we are just past half way, 11 miles in – and the sun is beating down. We have a picnic lunch with us and we decide it’s time for a break, have some food and fill up our bottles from a nearby small river. We choose a grassy spot in a shallow valley, with some big rocks behind us and the river running alongside, and a few trees for shade. We haven’t seen another human for over 3 hours.

Drunk girl’s friend. Reward for the do-gooder. [MF]

So I sometimes hang out in Chicago between jobs. I work contract work all over the country and have / had a relationship with two college friends who both moved out there after graduation. In fact they were roommates there at one point. I’d love to tell you the story you’re hoping for but it’s not really sexy or adventurous. Just an easy friends with benefits thing we all kind of Adulted our way into. The arrangement was sorted out as dispassionately as a corporate merger. I mean we scheduled little 3 person talks from time to time, when one of them was in a relationship and I switched to staying with the other one when I was in town. To, you know, make sure we were all still emotional detached and shit.

They were not into the 3 way thing and I could respect it and never brought it up. It actually got worse when they became roommates because when I visited I had to stay on the couch unless one of them was out of town / in a relationship.

[FM] Role Play Fun w/ Light Asphyxiation [kink]

On the day our air-conditioning unit decided to die on us – my husband and I found ourselves calling out and chilling on our couch waiting for the maintenance guy to get here and possibly fix it. But like everything that needs fixing… the guy never comes and our landlord makes up for it by making up more excuses.

Long story short I found myself passing out with my head comfortably resting on my husband’s lap while he dicks around with the Xbox playing his usual videogames. Honestly, it had been a while since we did this – him in his boxerbriefs and a white v-neck and I, in one of his tattered shirts, and a black bikini.

After a few hours of napping – I found myself waking up, sweaty and kind of confused as to feeling his hand in my panties and cupping my wet, eager sex. I turn my attention to the t.v. and see that Archer’s playing in the background as he fingered me while I was asleep.

Honestly I find no offense in this. In fact he’s always been welcome to violate me. He just never got to doing it because we’ve been so distracted by other things.

[MF] Dirty Long Distance – Part 1 [Long]

I don’t recall exactly how things got started with Amy. I know we met in high school as the far reaching periphery of a vast friend group. Rachel and Thomas were the main continent in the center of the map, surrounded by land clusters of friends from every walk of life imaginable. To speak in cliches a moment, it didn’t matter if someone was a nerd, a jock, a theater kid etc etc, they were welcomed by Rachel and Thomas. Meanwhile, Amy and I were almost poles. This wasn’t a designed occurrence we just didn’t have a lot of overlap socially. She seemed cordial from the dozen or fewer conversations we had, though.

So when I say that I don’t know exactly how things started with Amy, I mean that I’m not sure at what point we actually made a meaningful connection and why it was suddenly when I was in college, away from the continent of friends I once knew. It must have been something that I posted on Facebook. It’s been odd the handful of friendships/relationships that have spawned out of conversations over a Facebook status. I just know that for about a week, I spent a lot of time on Facebook, either waiting/hoping for Amy to get on or chatting with her.

First Time in a Gay Bar [MT][exh] (long)

I did consider myself a straight guy once. I dated women, enjoyed the sex, and didn’t feel like there was anything missing.

But still, every once in awhile I’d wonder what it was like to be with another man. Pretty soon, that idle curiosity became something more… But in the town I was from, you just didn’t admit to that kind of thinking. One of my long time friends, Bobby, had actually moved away shortly after “coming out of the closet” because people were so weird about it around here. It was only after he’d moved that I kind of thought it would have been interesting to experiment those few times he’d made passes at me, rather than just politely turning him down.

The real tipping point I think came one night when my computer died and I had a huge project due. I begged a friend to borrow his laptop, took it home, and got to work. I finished late that night, and figured I’d have myself a good fap before bed.

[MF] [Cheating] Escalating with an ex

This is longer than I thought it would be, so I’ll post part 2 tomorrow.

I suppose I should start out saying I know that cheating is wrong, and I’m a terrible person. Let’s move past that.

Now, some background. I dated a girl in high school for a few weeks. It didn’t really get too serious because her family ended up moving to Florida. The craziest we ever got was making out on a couch at a church New Year’s party. I got a handful of her ass, and some under the shirt over the bra boob. She got to feel an outline of my erection through some blue jeans. Her name was Sara. In high school she was as skinny as a rail. Dark blonde hair, blue eyes. Her boobs were smaller than I’d prefer, but man did she have an ass.

[MF] Mourning sex

After college, a close friend hit a rough patch, and ended up committing suicide.

As one of the high school friends that stayed local, I had to contact everyone in our circle. I also hosted most people for the nights they were in town. The whole thing is a blur of airport trips, heavy drinking, the funereal, and a crazy party to celebrate his life.

Most people left the day after the services, or spent a day with their families. Only Sara stayed an extra night at my house, before her flight home.

We had been in high school band together, and then fooled around a few times over school breaks, but never slept together. Being exhausted from the past 3 days, we just stayed on the couch to watch movies. Pizza and wine were the menu of the night.

About halfway through our second bottle, we started to have the emotional conversations about our friend. She felt bad about not being around, and maybe she could have helped. I comforted her.

Husband’s buddy marks his territory [MF]

I sat kneeling on the bathroom floor with Dan and my husband standing over me. Dan’s manhood was still wagging at me, rock hard.

“You know what I should do?” Asked Dan. My husband and I both looked at him. Dan smiled at me, winked, and looked back to my husband. “I’m gonna mark her.”

“What?” My husband asked dumbly.

“Yeah, buddy. Now that you got your nut off, my gonna stamp this bitch as mine.”

Dan seized his cock with a vice grip and started pumping his hose. “Open your mouth, woman, and look me in the eye.”

I obeyed.

Dan beat his meat inches from my face.

“Buddy, I’m gonna cum on your wife’s face and tits. You got that?” My husband stood silently.

Dan looked down at me. “Bitch, you ready to be owned?”

I stared at Dan with my mouth open. I was going numb again. I’d never had a guy cum on me and was suddenly unsure what I was getting myself into.

Slap!

I felt a round circle of warmth on my cheek were Dan had whopped me with the huge, hot head of his cock. “I asked you a question, woman.”

After school activities

**Fiction, [MF][STR]**

“Were you looking at my chest during the lecture?” Cassy asked with a pleasant voice.

Roy hesitated briefly. “… Y-yes.” He wanted to apologize, but a forced admission was all he could muster.

She smiled a calm, soft smile. “Don’t worry. I don’t mind at all.”

His pulse was already high from the embarassment, but those words made his heart beat even faster. He felt his blood flow through his entire body and adrenaline building up, leaving a faint, bitter taste in his mouth.

“With Lyra’s and Kimmy’s breasts being so very impressive I was worried mine would go unnoticed. A girl is very flattered when someone she likes looks at her like a woman, and not just like any other person, you know.”

Her eyes, her voice and her smile seemed shy, yet her words and her body was confident. She was leaning back on the desk, half-sitting and holding herself up with her hands on each side, her fingers pointing away from her. The ways her arms were twisted pushed her upper body out towards Roy, inviting him to drop his vision from her eyes to her bosom. Her appearance slowly shifted from shy and confident to excited and confident. Although she was usually the image of composure and calmness, her blood was now flowing like his, changed by the confirmation of what she already suspected; she was just as desired as she wished to be.