The [f]irst time my bf was truly outdone by a bull [cuckolding]

So this happened a few weeks ago, hopefully you enjoy it and hopefully it’s not too long!

First, some background. My boyfriend Justin and I have been together for three years and we opened our relationship to sharing/hotwifing roughly six months after we started dating. For the most part, there was no cuckolding involved. He liked watching and joining in, sometimes he listened from another room and even let me play on my own when he wasn’t available. My bf wasn’t into the whole humiliation aspect of cuckolding, he’s above average and it was seeing me getting pleasured that really turned him on (if that makes sense!).

A few weeks ago, I was browsing tinder, a place where we’ve found a few of our partners, because things with our regulars had gotten a bit stale as summer was in full swing and other people were busy with work. I came across a guy that was really my type. His name, for the purpose of this story, is Mark. I like athletic guys, he was muscular and tall, had a similar build to Justin. It didn’t take long for conversation to start and he was curious about our relationship. He mentioned some experience with couples in the past which was a huge bonus. A few days later, things were going well, we agreed to meet for drinks and see what happens.

The Adventures of Claire, Nate, and Brett: A Humorous Cuckold Erotica

What do you think of this cute story?

**NOTE:**

*Italicized lines*: the external narrator

(*x*): physical action

“x”: lines said out loud by characters

Regular text: Claire’s thoughts

**Claire’s POV**

*Brett is a very physically attractive man. Claire is a very physically attractive woman. Nate is a guitar player for a small band. He is a scrawny, little boy with a small penis who somehow managed to be in a relationship with Claire, but Claire hates having sex with him. He doesn’t satisfy her at all. She has to fake orgasms just to keep him happy. Worst of all, Nate is completely oblivious to the fact that he doesn’t satisfy Claire. He thinks that he’s God’s gift to her for some reason. Nate is also absolutely and utterly obsessed with Claire. He worships her, always wants to be with her, etc. All Nate cares about is her, and she hates it. Claire is sick and tired of this clingy little creep who thinks he’s sooooo good in bed. She wants to dump him in the most painful way possible, and she comes up with the perfect way to do it:*

Talk to Strangers: Omegle Story 2 of 3 [MF]

I tried a few more times, but I didn’t have the patience or the luck to make it work. It was only because of Reddit that I went back on. Someone had sent me a message after I posted a story, and we began talking. For a couple of weeks, we flirted but were careful about our privacy. I think we both liked getting an orange envelope in the morning and having someone and something outside of our regular lives. One night we were going back and forth, and she sent me a picture for the first time. It was artful, cropped so that I couldn’t tell her identity, and absolutely amazing. She wanted me to write her something based on the picture. I started to when she sent me another message, “Do you like?” Again, I didn’t finish my reply before she wrote, “I mean, is it the sort of thing you’re going to look at when you touch yourself?”

“I’m touching myself now.”

“I want to see.” At that point, I started to worry that I was being catfished.

“Can I see you too?”

“Put ‘clairesaysfuckme’ as your interest in Omegle.”

Talk to Strangers: Omegle Story 2 of 3 [MF]

This is my second of three Omegle stories, it’s shorter than [the first] ([https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ihuqk1/talk_to_strangers_an_omegle_story_mf/](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ihuqk1/talk_to_strangers_an_omegle_story_mf/)), and it is also pretty tame. I should have the third finished in a couple of days.

I tried a few more times, but I didn’t have the patience or the luck to make it work. It was only because of Reddit that I went back on. Someone had sent me a message after I posted a story, and we began talking. For a couple of weeks, we flirted but were careful about our privacy. I think we both liked getting an orange envelope in the morning and having someone and something outside of our regular lives. One night we were going back and forth, and she sent me a picture for the first time. It was artful, cropped so that I couldn’t tell her identity, and absolutely amazing. She wanted me to write her something based on the picture. I started to when she sent me another message, “Do you like?” Again, I didn’t finish my reply before she wrote, “I mean, is it the sort of thing you’re going to look at when you touch yourself?”

PIG TRANSFORMATION

I have a rather unique fetish. I have a very strong fetish/fantasy for men transforming. specifically men transforming into pigs. I’ve always really been into transformations. Like how it is shown the movies, when a man is turning into a werewolf for example. But i really love pig transformation, specifically happening on men. It turns me on like nothing else. Imaging his ears growing out. His nostrils stretching, nose widening/flattening. Pushing out into a snout. shirt ripping. a curly tail sprouting out of his pants in the back. His groans and cries turning into squeals. Falling to all fours and continuing to change until he is a full pig. A classic pink farm pig.

How the Spontaneous Friend-cation Turned into the Fuck I Never Expected: Pt. 2 [FFM]

[Link to part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ij7czl/how_the_spontaneous_friendcation_turned_into_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

First off, thank you all for the kind words following part 1! I enjoy writing a lot and the positive feedback means the world :) plus a few hot DM’s did not discourage at all lol I’m still on a lonely trip.

Once again, skip to *** if you are in a rush. And please forgive the typos, this has all been on mobile.

So let’s back up a little bit and rejoin the three who stayed behind at the club after I chased after Kate. Joe filled me in on some details later and they really help make sense of what ended up a truly convoluted weekend.

As soon as I was out the door, Emy took some of her frustration out on Joe.

“Wtf is his problem?” She demanded. “I thought I made it clear how upset Kate has been about this shit?”

Joe was and is a stand-up friend. So despite the bombshell that was Jenn sharing lap space with him, he tried to talk his sister on my behalf.

“I know, I know, that was a fucked up thing to say.”

Meeting my online Master in real life for the first time [MF]

Last week I finally got to meet my online Master u/ThatFrenchGuy87 after 5 months of online playing. A bit about ourselves: I’m a 23 y.o. German brunette, not skinny and not too thick, with a cup size of 36C. My Master has nice long light brown hair and a beard, tall and chubby and I really enjoy that his cock is more thick than long because I personally have problems taking a very long cock.

I flew to France on Tuesday, we had arranged to meet at the hotel on Wednesday morning to spend the whole day together.

So, the morning came, I hadn’t been sleeping well because I was so horny all night thinking about everything he’d do to me. Tbh, when he texted me in the morning that he was on his way to the hotel, I started to get really nervous because now it was getting real. We’d been fantasizing about this meeting for months but it hadn’t been sure we could actually do it.

My boyfriend (24) [M] fucked my (22) [F] ass against a tree behind his house

This happened back in May when the covid restrictions in my state were just starting to lift. My boyfriend (let’s call him Phil) and I wanted to be on the safe side so when quarantine hit, we wore masks and socially distanced with each other for about three months. I’m not going to lie, we came close to breaking restrictions a few times. It was torture not to be able to touch each other. We would take walks and it took everything we had not to give in to our horniness. We definitely weren’t saints, we sexted/talked dirty almost daily, mutually masturbated on zoom, and occasionally flashed each other during our walks. Those things were nice but it only served as a reminder that we weren’t able to fuck. The sexual tension between us had never been higher. Anyway once the restrictions started lifting, we teased the idea of finally doing it. During one of our walks in his neighborhood, Phil told me how much he wanted to lift up my dress and fuck me in the woods. We explored that fantasy but didn’t actually do anything until the next day. Here’s the message he sent me that prompted our adventure.

(LONG) He 21[M] gave me a car ride, I 21[F] gave him a different kind of ride: the day my best friend became my boyfriend.

*Hi! This is my first post here, and it’s kind of (well, actually, no: it’s **very**) long. I don’t remember all the exact details, and obviously I don’t remember every word of our conversation. I’m just paraphrasing from my rough memory, and embellishing them somewhat to make them more entertaining to read. The story itself, however, is real. There’s a lot of backstory included, so skip to the part after the line to get to the juicy parts. This happened a few years ago.*

I’ve known J since high school. We were in the same big friend group, but were never close personally. It was one of those friendships where it was fun to be with each other inside a larger group, but would never really hangout with just us two alone. As the teen years passed away though, and age ran its course, the group slowly crumbled by the time high school ended. Some friends moved out to pursue university in bigger cities, and the rest, we simply grew apart from. It was a bit sad, but such is life.

The Story of Cunt II: Day Six [BDSM] [public] [humiliation] [forced] [MF/FF]

**Author’s note: my sincerest apologies, my lovelies. I somehow forgot about my new life as a pornographer and didn’t get day six out yesterday, as I had planned. Hopefully we can get through this without the need for a beating or spanking, but if it has to be, it has to be! Here’s day six!**

Cunt awoke to two things: a terrible smell and a hand on her crotch. She could have let the second go, assumed it was a psychosexual dream that was taking on physical properties, but that smell was like nothing she had ever dreamed before. She opened her eyes to see from where the smell was emanating. To her absolute annoyance, it was a recognizable face: it was that old pervert who had previously tried to grope her. She stood up, ready to yell at him to fuck off, but she felt so down and so desperate to get off that she just went with it.