[MFM] My wife and I enjoyed our trip to Spain – part 3

The last part of my wife’s and my fun in Madrid, here is the link to [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/de8tk7/mfm_my_wife_and_i_enjoyed_our_trip_to_spain/) and [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e13qlq/mfm_my_wife_and_i_enjoyed_our_trip_to_spain_pt_2/):

We crossed the lobby of the hotel heading straight for the elevator. Once inside, Pedro and my wife began making out, his arms wrapped around her, one hand squeezing her plump ass cheek. My cock twitched watching my wife’s moment with a man who only yesterday was a total stranger. The elevator door opened at our floor ending their moment as we all headed quickly towards our room.

I opened the door, and headed in to take off my shoes and settle in. As the door closed behind them, they were back at it. Pedro had my wife pushed against the now closed door and they were kissing again. He had her dress lifted up, and was running his hands in and around her panties as they kissed.

Learning from my young lover [FM]

It’s now been a couple of month since I met him. [He’s 15 years younger](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ew65da/fm_hes_15_years_younger/) than me, as I’ve already written in another story and as time goes by we keep getting closer and closer and spending as much time together as we can, both in bed and in the outside world. With him I feel stable and the happiest I’ve been in many years.

I guess many guys go for older women because of the feeling that an experienced woman will have a lot to teach – well, now I know that that’s not the case here. I thought I had some experience when it comes to sex, I have always been curious and sexually active and I’ve had a variety of partners, including a few who were quite creative in bed and had a few kinks, but I now realize how many things I had never tried before, and it makes me so happy to be able to say that it’s never too late :)

He has a lot of experience and a huge, beautiful dick, but he has the perfect attitude – he doesn’t make me feel like I’m inexperienced or anything, he just loves to show me new things and loves the feeling of amazement on my face when we try them and I can’t get enough of them.

Bribed by my Coworker Part 2 [MF]

I’ve received a bunch of messages asking for what happened next in my story, so here’s what happened after Jessie went on her vacation. If you haven’t read part one, here’s the link:

I 24[M] was begged and bribed by a coworker 26 [F] to cover for her vacation. from gonewildstories

A few days went by after Jessie left for her vacation and I realized that either I was very lucky, or her job was way easier than I thought! The first week customer service got a total of five calls, and they were very simple to handle. By Monday Jessie started sending me pictures, and she sent me at least one each workday. I got mostly the classic bathroom mirror selfie from their hotel room, but she also sent me the odd picture from the beach. For those ones she’d be pulling aside her bikini to flash her tits or her pussy while her man was busy.

When she finally got back to the office it was all I could do to act natural. She was wearing a tight grey button down shirt and a black skirt, and just the sight of her was driving me nuts! When she saw me she ran over and gave me a big hug.

Marriage

The words flow from my finger tips like the ash that blew from my Mount St. Helens. Never ending, a blur of passion and anger. I am captivated by the glow of my screen and the words echoing in my head.

He comes behind me and smells my neck as he slowly traces his tongue along it. This tickles, he knows that, but does it anyway. My taste is like ecstasy to him. I fight the urge to squirm away and laugh. Inwardly cursing my my life long affliction of being overly ticklish. The scent of his breathe fills my senses. God he smells exactly the way he did when I kissed him on our wedding day. That smell has rarely made its appearance since. But I cherish the times he smells like this. It instantly sends me back to that day. The day I thought love would be easy. When I thought we would be together forever, never hurting each other. Oh but we have hurt each other, many times over the years. My mind is distracted by his scent and the memories that flood my brain. If I close my eyes, it’s our wedding night again. His lips seductively tracing my neck, his tongue flicking my ear lobe. He knows I hate this but he can’t help it and I want him to feel every bit of pleasure he can so I don’t pull away.

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I find out the milf next door likes me (MF) (longread) (first time post, feedback welcome)

My favorite thing about spending time at my friend Chris’s house was always his neighbor, Kim. Chris liked her, too, but she didn’t drive him wild quite like she did me.

I was never sure how much older Kim was, and I liked not knowing. I wasn’t sure if the right term was milf, cougar, or just girl next door. She wore tight skirts that clung to her curves. My favorite was when she would run in the mornings. She wore spandex shorts and a sports bra that kept her breasts in place and did a very poor job of hiding her nipples. I could watch her run all day, her hair swishing in a ponytail, her smooth legs churning, her ass cheeks bouncing left, right, left, right, and her nipples poking through her top. I get hard just thinking about it.

I met her when Chris bought his house and Kim stopped by to introduce herself while we were moving his stuff. She brought a homemade pie which we devoured, and I fell in love with her at that moment.

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“There Was So Much Going On I Didn’t Always Know Who Was Between My Legs” (Three-Couple Dinner and Sex Party Part 2) [MF] [MF] [MF]

Ah, where to begin on this one?  I recently blogged about my friend Calliope and me conspiring to throw a three-couple dinner and sex party, one of her big bucket list items. There was a bit of a back and forth to get the guest list all settled, but in the end we had an all-star guest list. Adam and Jennifer, Eve, and my young, new friend Chuck would all be joining us at at the Airbnb Calliope had rented for the occasion. A lovely spot near the beach. 

It was a great group, and I was confident it would be a great night.

After weeks of anticipation, the day finally arrived (this was last Saturday as it turns out). A last-minute flurry on our Kik thread saw Chuck again generously offered to bring whatever we needed, while Eve wondered if there was a pre-party because she was so ready to fuck, like now. Adam and Jennifer confirmed their wine selections. All was set.

2:17 – A Forbidden Tale [taboo][daddy/daughter]

**This is strictly fantasy and based on an actual role play I have done. This is in no way condoning actual incest**

I hear a rustling and feel the bed move, pulling me from my slumber. I lift my head, the room mostly dark, only a faint glow from my alarm clock. It’s Amber. I look at the clock, 2:17 am. I turn my head toward her “Amber sweetie, is everything ok?”

“I had a bad dream daddy. Can I sleep in here with you?” Her whisper soft with a nervous quiver.

“Sure sweetie.” My reply quickly met with her crawling under the covers and snuggling up to me. Amber has been attached to my hip ever since her mother basically abandoned us 6 months ago. I suspect she is suffering from a touch of separation anxiety. That compounded with the stress of her senior year, it’s no wonder her nightmares are more frequent.

I wrap my arm around her and pull her to me, letting her know she is safe with her daddy. “Daddy is here princess”

“Thank you daddy” she whispers, placing her delicate hand on my chest, her head tucked into my shoulder.

First time with Emily [FF]

Writing prompts didn’t like this at all, maybe I should write here? Maybe the writing isn’t very good? Let me know!

*****

It was late night or early morning. Just two of us were awake. She sat on the couch one cushion away. Everyone at school new she liked girls. She was pretty proud of it. I wondered if she would hit on me. I wondered what I would do if she did. I had a boyfriend. I shouldn’t. She wouldn’t. Was that disappointing?

We were looking down at are phones. She’d make a little amused huff and show me her phone. I’d laugh. A little forced. I want her to like me.

Her leg stretched out and her toes where now touching my thigh. I froze. Play it cool. I don’t even notice it. We’re just hanging out. She’s barely paying attention to me. Just her phone.

Her red tousled hair. She’s wearing a black cami and grey shorts. Kinda pajama shorts. They’re loose. Oh fuck. I can see down there. Look away. Definitely no panties. Can I still see it? I can. Can she see me looking? She’s not even looking up. I look away. My heart is pounding in my chest. I look back. I can see folds of skin, soft dark hair, not red — I feel fingers on my hand.

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My Manageable Misunderstanding [MF]

I was running, for my life as it felt. Adrenaline carrying me through the narrow cobblestone pathways in the quiet neighborhood west of the marketplace that this whole debacle originated. The early morning sun was already beginning to warm the back of my neck.
The people chasing me, I could hear they weren’t letting up the chase. I didn’t think their current disposition could be reasoned with even though it was quite obvious I was not the one who stole jewelry from their market stall. Never the less, when one started chasing me with sword unsheathed a part of my brain, a primal side perhaps, took control and before I knew it I was already running through the crowds. Curse that part of me, now I look guilty. I couldn’t stop running.