A drunken party fight leads to an FWB relationship that may be rekindling soon….[MF]

So I was about 19 when this happened.

I used to party pretty regularly at Jack & Jill’s house. Looking back, they were probably two of the most irresponsible people I’ve ever known, but 19 year old me didn’t care. There was a party and plenty of alcohol to go around every weekend. Eventually, Jack & Jill got into a fight; Jack basically accused Jill of sleeping around on him, mostly because Jill was sleeping around on him. Jack left, but Jill had no intentions of cancelling her usual weekend party.

So I’m at the party. Jill decides to show Jack just how faithful she can be by spending the entire party in the bedroom banging my best friend. I’m sitting around after having several beers, and for the first time I start talking to Amanda. I had seen Amanda several times at previous parties, but this is the first time we really got to talking. Amanda is visibly overweight, but not morbidly so. Gorgeous eyes, a smile that could light up the room, and tits that would make a pornstar jealous. We were splitting another beer. The conversation was going great, and things were looking good.

[MF] 3rd Dates A Charm: Rimming, Throat Fucking, and Hog-Ties! Oh My!

3rd Dates A Charm

So the following takes place a week after our first date and in that time, besides hitting it off, we went from a hug at the end of the night, to the accidental discovery that she’s into butt plugs, touching each other under the bar while out, backseat car sex and culminates in what instantly moved into the #1 spot on my list for BEST SEX I’VE EVER HAD.

Fast forward 3 days from our backseat rendezvous and it brings us to Friday night, date night. With the previous session still fresh in both of our minds (and discussed continually since that night), we meet up at one of our favorite local spots around 6. She’s already there when I finally make it through traffic, wearing this sexy, black dress with black flats secured by silk straps that wrap around her ankles (drool).

[MF] Met a 25 year old Austin cutie on POF and we got naughty

I didn’t know “Erin” before we started chatting online. But damn, I was glad I got a chance to meet her. She was 25, 5 ft tall, with some generous hips for her otherwise busty, petite build and creamy white skin (me: 33 yo SWM, 6 ft tall, athletic and not hideous to look at). Her hair was shoulder length brunette with a cute, nerdy face accentuated by the glasses she wore in some photos. We had chatted and texted enough to feel comfortable with an early evening bar meet at one of the older, tamer spots in a busy area of Austin. Fast forward to the night…

I scoured the area for a meter spot and circled the bar district with some urgency. I knew I was a little tight on time and didn’t want to be late. As I made my second round up the block, I spied a cute girl solo in a short brown dress and heels walking towards the bar and I suspected it was her. I was optimistic about the night, our chats hadn’t been very dirty but she made it clear she was horny and was in the market for a new fuck buddy. I soon found a parking spot and hustled over to the corner bar where we were meeting.

[F]ucking [M]y Waitress After She Made-out With Her Ex-Boyfriend: Part III (with a gif!!!1!)

[PART I HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fnnc5w/fucking_my_waitress_with_pics_wut_a_story_in_4_or/)

This story takes place between Part I and Part II

[PART II HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fp0uph/fucking_my_waitress_on_a_wednesday_afternoon_part/)

*It’s funny how fall does this, isn’t it? How summer slowly retreats in the shifting light, and duller color of the leaves, and with it that sense of newness and excitement that came with summer. Fall feels old and worn in. You’ve been here before- for better or worst. The shorter days and the cooler evenings. I’m pushing through my 30s now and the onset of fall still hits me with the same sense of nostalgia it did when I was 8, and like when I was 8, it’s a nostalgia for a past I’m not sure ever existed. What was my heart aching for when I was just a little kid kicking leaves in the gutter? As I walked to 3rd grade. What am I longing for now as I sit here wondering about her, and I watch clouds roll and fade over the mountains, and what is this ache for a past that I know wasn’t what I remember it to be.*

[MFM] I Dominated A Guy With His Girl

Hey there,

I am 28M and have experience as being the alpha male in a few cuckold couples. It used to be less about the cuckolding aspect of it for me personally, I just stumbled into it and it was just fun for me to get to have sex with another man’s wife. That was my firsr experience and it was pretty tame.

However, in my new situation the woman has been much more interested in asking me to participate in the humiliation and dominating of her partner. After our first experiences together with me having sex with her and her husband masturbating in the corner, the next time she demanded that her partner insert my penis into her when we would change positions. Of course everything we did I was warned and consented to beforehand. I found even this more exciting than I thought. It made me feel even more powerful than I already did.

So when she suggested we take things further I agreed. The next time we met he was instructed to apply lune to my cock and to stroke it for about thrity seconds. This made me an absolute rock. I had never had such a kinky experience and the fact that it turned him on too made it that much more exciting. He was humiliated by his partner for getting hard from stroking a cock.

Maybe self isolating isn’t so bad – day #5, I basically got used like a dildo [FMF]

The sex starts under the —————.
So, as I had said in my last story (go through my post history if you’re interested), things between Mona, John, Jenna, and I had died down a bit over the last year or so (sexually, we stayed best friends). Well, let’s just say this lockdown has had a bit of a benefit for three of us.

My wife had been away visiting her father, and barely managed to come back to Canada two weeks ago. John had gone to visit his parents with his and Mona’s kid abroad (Mona was unable to go because she couldn’t get the time off of work), and has ended up stranded and locked down where he is.

[MF] A hot train ride to Montreal, she sucks off a lucky passenger. (Public)

“So what do you take? Coffee or tea?” She asked.

She noticed the cart coming – and then she noticed he was asleep. She went to kick his leg from her seat, but then decided to do something just a little more sensual. She gingerly stood from her seat, leaned over him, and pressed her hand softly on his shoulder.

“Hey, do you want some coffee? Tea?” She said. Her voice wrapped up the words with a gentle quality, just the way she wanted.

He drifted back into consciousness.

“Huh?” Was all he managed. And then the cart was there.

She decided to be bold. *I will sleep with men. I will sleep with men. I will sleep with this man… probably.* She felt her sexual thoughts gain momentum. *I want to see what he’s got hidden in his pants. I want to feel his chest, and his broad shoulders. I want to nibble and kiss his ne-*

“Will either of you be having anything? Coffee? Tea?” The server said.

“Yeah,” the guy said, wiping his face with his hand, just to wake himself up. “Coffee. Please.” He nodded his thanks as he received the terrible paper cup.

The time I took the barista home [MF]

(Long)
This might be my favorite story because of how rare it is, so disclaimer: I do not regularly do this, just got lucky one time

This happened only about a week and a half ago, right before the pandemic really exploded and all the places got shut down. We all knew it was near, but nothing official had been decided in my city yet.

I was at a coffee shop not terribly far from my house. I work 100% remote, so I have become accustomed to most of the coffee shops in my area. However, I had not been to this one before as it was still relatively new. There weren’t a lot of tables, and the place was pretty empty.

I was working and eventually one of my friends, who also works remote, showed up, so we sat together and chatted for a while. I was sitting facing the counter and so every now and then I noticed the barista looking over our way. She was cute, but I was trying to focus so didn’t give it much thought.

The Homecoming part two ( M/F) (bondage) (anal) (light BDSM)

Here’s a part two of the Homecoming, This is also a mix with a little bit of fact and some fiction. It’s up to each and everyone to decide witch parts is what…. We have received very much inspiration from someone in an other kingdom ? far far away!

The Homecoming Part two

“I’ll be right back. I need to get the rest of my supplies.”

“Yes Sir.”

He gave her just a moment to anticipate what would come next before returning to the room.  He carried the silver tray they had received as a gift, but he had one of their kitchen towels concealing the ‘supplies’ he planned to use this evening.  Her eyes were glued to the tray as he set it down on the dresser next to her. Nick watched for her reaction as he pulled the towel off. She noticed the purple Magic wand, a few different sized buttplugs, the steel anal hook, some lube, two big dildos and a a big black ball gag, then Nick saw the subtlest hint of unease spread  across her face as she noticed the new spanking crop hi bought for Valentines day and the brand new e-stim buttplug and egg at the end of the tray.

Space…The Final FUCKtier Part 3 [FF]

I had Part 3, 5 and 6 all pre written, so once I have finished part 4 you can expect the two after to come very quickly. Happy quarantine!

LOG ENTRY 1000: I have finally reached Log 1000! I can hardly believe that I have been serving on the Valentine for 1000 days…It seems like only yesterday I was on the bottom tier doing push ups and drills all day and night, seeing my old friends sneak peeks at me when I was running on the treadmill…I miss them every single day. Especially you Lynn, I know you’re out there somewhere after the abduction. I love you sis and hope you’re ok, please come back to us one day!

I can’t dwell on the sadness, this is a celebration. Senior Investigator Bishop has a great ring to it, Wendy thinks so too. I wonder if the old Drill Sargent knows what goes on up here, I wonder if he knows that Wendy and I are some of the most important crew members on this station. I hope you’re proud you dirty old perv, without you none of us would be here!