My client put me in my place – part 3 [MF]

[LINK TO PART 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ebt3gg/my_client_put_me_in_my_place_fm/)

[LINK TO PART 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eco33r/my_client_put_me_in_my_place_part_2_fm/)

*** Holy shit it’s been a minute, hasn’t it? All I can say is, life got in the way and I’ve finally had the time to finish this up. I’ve gotten quite a few messages for part 3. I’m glad that my* *~~pussy~~* *creative juices have been flowing recently. This is probably more of a longer series than you’re used to. I hope you’ll enjoy! ***

I fucked my married ex coworker while his wife was in the next room. [FM]

Yesterday evening, I got a text from my married FWB, telling me his wife and baby were asleep, his SIL had taken his other kid to a kids’ party and he had been lying next to his wife, jerking off to some of our sexts. I playfully called him a dirty slut and asked how long his SIL and kid would be out . He said maybe another hour. I told him I was coming over for some dick.

He replied that it would be risky. Then told me to just send him a text when I get there. I was at his apartment’s door in 15 minutes. After getting my text, he quietly opened the door, then led me straight into his home office.

I instantly took off my top and we started making out furiously. I got on my knees and used my tongue around the head of his cock getting it hard, as I looked directly into his eyes. Soon I was naked and lying on his desk with my thighs spread. His erection was at full mast and after sheathing himself, he entered my slick pussy in one smooth thrust. He bagan fucking me like crazy while pinching my nipples hard. The sensations in my cunt and on my tits were incredible. I had to bite my lower lip to keep myself from moaning loudly.

My unexpected [M]IL[F] awakening.

5 years ago.

The midterm just finished.

It was a typical night out with friends to a Thai club in London. We all had a good time down a lot of drinks fooling around. Walked up to a bar typsy for a drink then I spotted a hot Korean girl.

Naturally, I went in for a chat. Exchange a few words then a white chad dude came in and swoop her away. Was pretty devasted so I hang around the bar for a beer and talked to a random companion of her. Surprisingly, she has more “allure” to her conversation. The pacing, the humor were just right. The conversation went on as we drink. The sound was loud in the club so the talk went like a whisper close to the ear. I put my hand on her hips and blew a soft wind to her ear. She smiled but her eyes changed. They are seductive gaze. I swear to god that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I took the cue and softly run my finger along her spine.

I [F] had a masterbation race in college. [FFMMM]

This happened when I was in College. A freshman really. Not that I’m out of College now, just taking a break. Well not a break, just going slow. I’ll finish, eventually.

I lived a sheltered life. Didn’t really kiss a boy until I was 17, and didn’t have sex with another person until I was 18. I did have “sex” with other things. Pillow humping, a zucchini, the arm of a recliner, but those are stories for another time. I wouldn’t say this event was my sexual awakening, but it was an experience I will never forget.

It was in my dorm room. I had a roommate, let’s call her Illana. We were over 19 but not old enough to buy alcohol. She knew a boy that would buy for us and sneak it in. Only he had 2 friends and wanted to hang out with us. Illana sold weed too. So she made a deal. Weed for booze, and we could all share in the dorm room. So the count is 2 girls, me and Illana, and 3 boys, Huey, Duey, and Luey. Still with me? Good.

[MF] Going Down

When I have you in my mouth it is wonderful. I love watching your skin as I tease around you and lick your testes. Watch you contract when I blow air gently up and down your length. I love your scent and the taste of your precum. I love using my finger to smooth your precum all around the head. The feeling of your soft soft skin over your hardness is intoxicating.

When I lick up and down your length I feel and see you shudder with anticipation. You emit a quiet moan when my lips close around your head and I begin to suck slowly and gently at first. 
At this point your breathing is getting quicker and your hips begin to twitch in anticipation of what you know is next. I love the feeling of you sliding to the back of my throat. My head bobs up and down as I work you farther and farther back. I feel my throat begin to stretch as I push my head farther and farther down. All the way until my lips touch the base. I reach my tongue out and lick your testes before I bring my head back up your length.

My anal breakup experience [MF]

This is a moment that probably tops the leaderboards for both my me at my horniest and my scummiest, and I’ve been asked to write out more details about it before, so here goes nothing…

This was in the Spring of 2010. I was a college junior, but I was living close enough to my home town that my social circle (and dating pool) lined up enough with typical social places in my small home town. Which usually meant churches. I caught the eye of a Baptist girl while doing a social event, we started talking, and I found her cute. She was 19, a bit younger than me, but it didn’t take long for us to become interested in dating.

After asking her dad if he’d be OK with us dating (he gave a reserved yes), I learned a well-kept (or maybe not so well-kept?) secret about Baptist girls: They are freaky as hell. Despite being in such a conservative environment, she had no issues sneaking around and fucking around. I quickly discovered all sorts of creative ways of having sex out of the eyes of her conservative parents. We’d wait until her parents weren’t home, or head back to my dorm (under the guise of “seeing a movie”), or sneak into the bathroom of a public place. She loved giving and receiving head, and we tried basically every position in the back half of the Kama Sutra. She basically admitted that she isn’t especially loyal to the aspects of the faith about keeping chaste, though she’d never say that to her parents, who blissfully assumed she was a virgin.

My First Squirter [MF]

This is the first fully true story I’ve written (minus details needed to keep everyone’s anonymity) to the best that I can remember it. If you enjoyed it, I’d love to know what you liked about it in the comments or privately!

My wife and I engage in ethical non-monogamy. What this has meant for us and how we’ve done it has changed and evolved over the years. This was one of my first experiences a few years ago.

We had set up separate OkCupid accounts and, as you’d expect, the number of women reaching out to a married man with kids in his 30s was fairly low, even with all the advantages of NYC. I also decided not to use a photo that would reveal who I am, mostly to protect my kids until they were old enough to understand. And of those who did reach out to me, many either hadn’t read the profile initially, or were disappointed to learn that I wasn’t cheating. One day, however, I logged in to a waiting message from a cute mid-30s black woman named Rachel.

A rythmic erotic short

She turned to the stranger pulled out a hair tie and collected her frock reached for his trousers yanked down the zipper and pulled out his flacid cock she placed his finger in her mouth and his other hand down upon her supple breast and swirled it thusly to lead the caress his stiffining member was now as ridgid as igneous rock she pursed her lips and spat on it then guided his hand under her panties on her moistening clit he gently stroked aft and grow as her mouth received him with a suck and a blow her tongue swirling in circles ever so A few minutes was all he could stand of it he beckoned her to her feet and flung her over the railing removing her bottoms and aligning with her slit her arched her back and with a forceful groan and pressure entered her slickness with all that would fit he grasped her hair with a clasp and a twist and thrust under the moonlight there was no reason but lust and bringing her to climax became a must the cicadias cherped and the planks creaked and groaned as she whimpered temperately then groaned As her body did shiver and shake she was like a drunkard now awake she pushed him.out of her and guided him to the ground without a word or a sound her eyes the commanding force laying him on the cladding flat on his back she flung one leg to each of his side guiding him in she sat for the ride His hand clasped around her neck and the other bracing his head so he could meet her gaze as she commanded and lead The angle of his cock on the front of her vaginal wall applied emense pleasure with each rise and fall He grappled and flung her beneath and once atop comennsed to vigourlsy pound away telling her she will take it his way Her hand massaging his testes was more than he can stay he pulled himself from her and without a touch covered her bare stomach with his spray

[M]y wi[F]e and I went to a nudist swingers spa, and had fun with two other couples [Group]

**Background**

One day, when my wife and I were still dating and not yet married, we took a long walk and had an in-depth discussion about how we were both kinky freaks. Since then, our sex life has always involved a lot of experimentation. She loves to be dominated, spanked, and fucked hard, but also loves to peg me and be in control. We’ve both gradually realized that we’re not entirely straight, and love talking about her getting topped by a woman with a strap on, or me sucking cock while she watches. We both love being naked, and have sought out naked spas wherever we travel to. It’s great to be married to someone who is as horny and open minded as you are.

My wife is a little above average height, brunette, with amazing large tits and a great ass. She is pretty, gregarious, interesting. I’m 6’2”, a former bean pole getting larger in my 30s, fairly normal 6.5” cock (though people tell me it’s thick). I am a generic, innocuous white guy. Go to a Bon Iver concert, find 1000 of me. I married up, she married me. We’re not fitness models, but we’re not out of shape. Normal people.

Married cop [M] drop his load in my [F] office

I opened my phone to a text message from Brad last night. “I found a guy on the internet who offered to milk me and I’m halfway tempted to take him up on it.”

Brad (name changed) is a married cop, who has been messaging me on and off for years. Teasing me with the idea of meeting for coffee/bending me other the hood of his patrol car, and yet never actually pulling the figurative trigger.

While I’d written him off long ago as the quintessential tease, I still found myself intrigued by his dark, brooding nature and raw sexual energy, not to mention his beer can sized cock I saw in a photo some years back. He’s the kind of guy who revels in saying dirty, horrible things to me and then disappearing, which I’d grown to respect, knowing he was choosing to stay faithful. Normally I steer clear of married men, but I couldn’t resist playing his game.

“You’re switching teams on me, before I’ve even had the chance to fuck you?” I ask the former marine, as if the cop fantasy wasn’t enough.

“Let me come over,” he says.