[F] Trying to think of ‘accidental’ ways of showing myself. [voyeurism]

Despite my catholic upbringing there has always been a bit of a dark side to me. Well not particularly dark but I’m not white as snow, put it that way.

One aspect about me is I enjoy a bit of exhibitionism. Not in the flash the tits out for the lads kind of way but the subtle “accidental” kind of way. Short skirt, bending over kind of flashing not the full on pizza delivery boy challenge.

During the summer months I generally move about the house naked and even venture into the garden nude but stay up the top end of the garden where I can’t be seen, well unless someone goes to great effort. If I have to tend the washing line, I either put on a dressing gown or an oversized t-shirt. This is my favourite as I know when I reach up to the line or bend over to pick up the washing out of the basket my bits are there for the world to see, not that anyone is probably looking.

Anal Manoeuvres in the Dark vol 2 – I [M] did it again with my colleague [F]

The first story – https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/56arer/anal_manoeuvres_in_the_dark_how_i_m_fucked_my/

So in the 3ish years since the events in the last post took place, a few things had happened – I left the company, then rejoined at a higher role. I had loved and lost. Kat had been promoted, but had also spent some time apart from her husband. During this time she had put the weight she initially lost back on, but then lost it again and more.

Since I wrote the last story, the thoughts of that night had been bouncing about in my head (that’ll happen when you’re single!). Kat and I had still never spoken about that night, and it got to the point where I wanted to mention it, I just wanted to know what she thought of it or if she even thought of it at all. About 3 weeks ago, the planets aligned and I got a chance.

[F]irst, [M]aybe Last pt. I

My first post, and part of my backstory is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4mlzi2/my_try_at_bi/).

Caution: this one may be a bit long due to the need for setup, but hopefully you like it….

So this is about “Natalie” and our series of flings that, aside from the first one, were everything I could have hoped for.

I met her on the web, a few years (8) older, short, redhead. About average weight, nice smile, piercing green eyes. One of those times where you’re sent a picture and you think “well, how real/old is this picture?” Our emails/texts were fun, flirty, equal parts of ‘vanilla’ and explicit. So I expected our first meeting to be pretty awesome.

Well… the pics checked out, in fact, one of those “hotter in person” scenarios. Anyway, we met at one of those chain restaurants with the “2 for $xx.xx” type deal. We were at the bar, she got there first and had a male friend with her, just in case *I* turned out to be the crazy one….

[MF] How I Got Started With [Cheating]

I LOVE women! To be specific I love the smooth curves and the way a woman tastes when she’s aroused. The first time I cheated was after my senior year of high school and we were all 18. I’m 31 so the new thing back then was the cell phone. Your average flip phone with a shitty camera. This little invention has been my best friend for cheating and keeping it secret!

Senior year I was dating a girl named Kate. It was a lot of fun, she was tall (5’8″), big smile, great boobs and an ass built for a thong! Loved to have sex on her pool table or outside during the summer on the trampoline. However Kate had a lack of confidence and would cry sometimes from being over emotional about us in the future. I don’t deal well with emotions, crying or indecision so I decided to test the waters and see what type of women I could find. Where do you look for your next girlfriend at that age??? It’s school and specifically it was the girl behind me in homeroom and who lived near me. Her name was Jamie; she was athletic, fair skinned and had this blonde hair that smelled like love in a shampoo bottle. What do you do then because Kate also went to the same school and people talk? You enter Jamie’s cell number into your phone and you put her in there as something believable i.e. The Marine recruiter who signed me up.

Between Classes [MF]

A Race and Gender Politics freshman level class at a large university in the Midwest. Spring semester.
Dennis Tominsky, a freshman nineteen years of age, comes in to class late, as usual. He sits at his regular seat while the teacher glares at him. The teacher continues. Dennis has a smirk on his face and glazed eyes. Yup, he’s fucking high. He’s been baked pretty much since midnight last night, when he had a pot brownie left over from his pal’s party, plus a joint, plus a bowl. He didn’t get much sleep that night. He was engaged in certain other, er…recreational activities.

Dennis doesn’t take out his notebook or anything. He takes his backpack off, but he has an agenda in this class other than studying. He stares straight ahead, still with that smirk, his mind elsewhere, and turns to his right. He looks down his row at—

A fairly attractive girl in a white silk blouse. She wears a brown skirt and leggings. She does take notes. But something happens to her positioning once Dennis walks in. She doesn’t have to look at him to know he’s there. It’s only when she feels his eyes on her that she returns the gaze. She smiles only faintly. There’s a tinge of nervousness in the smile. A tinge of regret even? She goes back to taking notes. Dennis turns away from her.

My Sweet Ass Horny Landlady [Fm][oral]

When my co-worker, Annabelle, invited me to join her and her friend on a pub crawl, I jumped at the opportunity. New in this dusty little town, on a temporary tech job at a small college, I was renting a room in a house run by a somewhat trashy landlady, Sheila Sinclair. She has frosted blonde hair and bubble gum pink lipstick nails, but she also has a tight tanned body, sparkling blue eyes, toned legs and big peach tits. Still, her flirting made me hide in my room most of the time so a night out bar hopping with a crowd of people my age was just what I needed.

I showed up at the bar where Annabelle spotted me across the crowded college bar and beckoned me over. I was introduced to Courtney, a a curvy blonde who drank sodas and Brianna, a geeky girl with a page boy haircut and heavy black rimmed glasses, Vivian, a slender woman with long red hair and Bonnie with nice boobs on display as well as big beautiful pale blue eyes. They were all definitely fuckable. Maybe my three month dry streak will end tonight.

[M] I can’t shake these thoughts from this past weekend away with my wife

My wife and I just got back from a 10th anniversary weekend getaway. We went with my friend and his wife who also celebrated their 8th. Theirs is two days apart from ours.

A few weeks back I posted about me catching my wife texting this guy friend nude photos of her that her and I take of her in the bedroom. She’s an attractive woman. Long sark hair green eyes, big breasts, etc. We do it for fun. We fought for a few days on her sending hem to him and things cooled down with it.

Anyway, we all spent the weekend away and had a good time. What came over me in my mind the whole weekend, no matter where we were and what we did, I had constant thoughts in my head of my friend fucking my wife. I know this probably stems from some “fantasy anger” from the pics incident, but I’m not sure. Examples: We would all be sitting in the cabin around the fire on the couches, and i would think about her sucking his cock while i watch. We would be in bed at night after they left to go to their cabin, and I would think about my wife sneaking over there and taking a pounding from him. We go out to breakfast in the restaurant, my wife wore boots and a denim skirt, and i would thing abut him sitting next to her with 3 fingers in her pussy.