Molly’s first night with her new married lovers [FFM] [LONG] [VERY FUCKING LONG] [DETAILED] [THREESOME] [DIRTY TALK] [POLY] [FICTIONAL]

I met them at the company Christmas party. Max and Olivia were a couple in their mid 30s. Max was the head of finance at the marketing firm where I was doing my internship. He was tall with narrow hips and a head of thick dark hair. But it was his toned back and broad shoulders that made me drool the first time I saw him. He came up to the Marketing floor for a meeting that I would be taking the minutes for. I had watched him walk into the conference room with a smile as he greeted my boss Andrea. My jaw almost dropped. This man was tall, toned, and unbelievably sexy.

After that day I made any excuse to go down to the finance floor, just to possibly catch a glimpse of him. I once volunteered to personally deliver a final spending report directly to his office. I was sweating as I knocked on his office door and I heard a deep voice say “come in”

FULL STORY: [FFM] Summer Trip to a Swedish Sauna [True Story]

Two female friends and I spent a few days in Sweden last summer. One of our bucket list items was to go to one of the famous saunas. We wanted to experience the sauna together rather than get separated, so we chose a co-ed sauna (most of them are co-ed anyway).

I was excited to experience this cultural staple, and also excited to be nude in this casual environment. Basically, it was a fun excuse to be naked in semi-public without any danger. Additionally, I have to admit I was looking forward to seeing my friend Abby unclothed. Our other friend Sara would be naked too of course, but I had slept with her back in the states and so there was nothing to be revealed in that department.

Abby, a small but feisty Vietnamese girl, was someone I had enjoyed flirting with over the years, but we were never single at the same time and I always wondered if maybe I just wasn’t her type. We had reached a point where we were flirt-friends, constantly flirting but with a mutual understanding that it would likely not advance beyond that.

A start to a series I’ve been working on. (MF,)

Cole meets Nikki.

The crisp October air bit into Cole as he and his friends went into the club. Once inside, the warm air had an immediate effect on his cold face. There were about twenty people waiting to get into the main room, where the band would be performing. It was an old warehouse in an old part of town, a popular spot for local bands to strut their stuff, and a great place for singles to meet.

When they got into the main room, the three friends found a table off to the side where they could people watch all night. The downside was they had a shitty view of the stage and thus would have a shitty view of the band.

Jeff went straight for the beer line and Mark went to the can, leaving Cole to guard their table from poachers that would be coming in at the last second. This was common for this place, they would over-sell tickets and every now and then it would bite them in the ass, and they would be packed to the tits.

[FFM] Summer Trip to a Swedish Sauna [True Story][Part 2]

[Link to the first half here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/epntrq/ffm_summer_trip_to_a_swedish_sauna_true_story/)

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After a minute or so of her slowly sliding her tight wet self up and down the length of my cock, she sat down on my lap, leaving my erection lodged deep inside her, pulsing still. We were both drenched in sweat and condensation from the room, and as we sat there in the heavy heat, I felt as though we were melting into each other, one steaming form of wet hot sexuality.

Subtly, gently, and without lifting off of me, she began to tilt her hips back and forth. With each tilt, the front wall of her pussy, and then rear wall, pressed against the length of my dick. Front, then back, then front, then back, over and over, but still with a sensual subtlety. I was feeling all of her, and it seemed like that was what she wanted. Slowly but surely, the pace her pelvic tilting picked up, until she was properly grinding on my cock. Somehow, it felt as though I was going deeper still. I could now feel the tip of my dick grazing her cervix with each gyration, her perfectly round ass sliding around my slippery crotch and thighs.

Tenderizing Tinder Tales: “Jim” Day 1 [FM]

Two weeks ago on Tinder, I matched with this guy named “Jim”. A white Dilf double my age who seemed really chill. The only issue was he didn’t live in my area and was only in town for two weeks. I rarely go on dates with out-of-towners but he was just so polite and considerate. I was curious to know more. Plus he asked me to talk on the phone which surprised me. I liked his voice and our small conversation. My weekends are hectic so I told him he’d have to wait until the weekend for me to decide if I was coming out or not. He understood and said he couldn’t wait to hear from me.

When the weekend came he texted a simple message and I was on board with a date. We met in a mutual city so we both had to drive 30 mins. He texted me he was running a little late and so was I. Once I got there I parked my car then texted him I was walking up. I looked for him outside but didn’t see him. I walked into the restaurant to see if I could spot him. There he was sitting at a high top table by the bar right in front of the door. I couldn’t miss him.

[FFM] Summer Trip to a Swedish Sauna [Part 2]

The first half of this story was quite popular, so as requested, here is the second half.

[If you missed it, here is the first half of my retelling.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/epn780/ffm_summer_trip_to_a_swedish_sauna/)

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After a minute or so of her slowly sliding her tight wet self up and down the length of my cock, she sat down on my lap, leaving my erection lodged deep inside her, pulsing still. We were both drenched in sweat and condensation from the room, and as we sat there in the heavy heat, I felt as though we were melting into each other, one steaming form of wet hot sexuality.

Subtly, gently, and without lifting off of me, she began to tilt her hips back and forth. With each tilt, the front wall of her pussy, and then rear wall, pressed against the length of my dick. Front, then back, then front, then back, over and over, but still with a sensual subtlety. I was feeling all of her, and it seemed like that was what she wanted. Slowly but surely, the pace her pelvic tilting picked up, until she was properly grinding on my cock. Somehow, it felt as though I was going deeper still. I could now feel the tip of my dick grazing her cervix with each gyration, her perfectly round ass sliding around my slippery crotch and thighs.

[MF] Spontaneous night of fucking Chloe after my work Christmas party

1) I hope you like reading, this turned out very very long… Apologies…

2) Backstory… I first met Chloe almost four years ago after my girlfriend at the time replied to a post Chloe had made on one of the nsfw subs searching for a bull.

I ended up meeting Chloe that same night. I picked her up from the train station and went back to my house where we fucked and took pictures and videos for her to take back to her boyfriend. And we’ve been friends and fuck buddies ever since.

3) Chloe is a beautiful, sexy and an almost permanently horny young lady. I hope she finds this story, enjoys it, and then with her permission I’ll enhance it with some of the many pictures and videos we’ve taken over the years.

4) Fast forward to now. I’m married to that same awesome girlfriend. Chloe is now engaged to the same boyfriend. And we still regularly fuck.

On to the night in question, late November…

[fM] Getting fucked by my tennis coach…

In my mind he’s hung like a bull. And that big, thick cock is stretching me to my limits. Mercilessly pounding away in my tight, barely legal pussy. My face buried in the cushions of his dingy office couch so nobody can hear me whimper and scream as he violently thrusts until I feel his hot cum filling me up.

My pleated tennis skirt was on the floor next to my boring white panties. My white cotton tank top was tossed over the arm of the couch. My sports bra was pulled up. My tits ached from the rough way he’d grabbed them.

He was still fully dressed and trying to catch his breath. He’d only opened his shorts enough to get his dick out in a hurry. It was raining outside. I was still in high school. A few weeks before that day I’d still been a virgin. I remember every detail. It’s a movie that plays over and over in my mind. And it always leaves me wet and in need.

[MF] My wife surprised me on my ski trip with an intense afternoon, back when we were dating.

My wife and I are quite vanilla with our sex life, and both completely satisfied with each other. We met in college through a volunteer group and took each other’s virginity a few months after we started dating. After that, our sexual exploration went into overdrive whenever we had any alone time together. Being younger, thinner, and more virile, I could cum 2-3 times a sex session with her in my 20s. Now older, more overweight, and more tired from life & kids in our 40s, we still find the sexual satisfaction with our current body limitations. However, I digress… here is a story from our youth together:

I went on a ski trip with our college’s ski group, leaving my wife back in the big city as she had important labs and work on Friday. While on this ski trip, my wife got out of classes early, got off work for the weekend, and surprised me at the hill.

She had got her own hotel room in the same hotel the group was staying at, and met me at lunch break on Saturday at the ski lodge after the morning ski time. I told everyone I was going to spend the afternoon with her and meet everyone at the group supper booking. They knew we were going to have sex. Of course we were.

[F]inally, I’ve slept with someone from my college with his roommate in the room…

…and we began since then what I should call a romantic relationship based on geekiness, sex and a bit of emotional insecurities. Us two, not with the roommate.

I’ve known him for a year and a half from various classes, we are both (massive?) art history geeks, but he is (at a fetish level, I’d say) into Renaissance and such while I’m into Modern and such. Our first interaction was me contradicting his (way too) pro-classics point of view in a certain class and I couldn’t really stand him and I still can’t say I do. He is a stubborn man and rude at times, but so do I, at times. With this we managed in this last semester to end up having a common ground in criticizing bad or wrong projects of others, in a polite way, as much a critique trying to prove that someone missed the big picture or even went a bit racist can be.

Needless to say, I end up getting quite attracted to this duo power dynamic and I began to sit next to him and gossip like two little devils. He opened up in the end and we began to chat online more frequently and so on and so forth.