A weekend of sharing another man’s wife has deeply affected me [MFM]

Eight months ago I had a truly life-altering encounter with a couple new to the hotwife lifestyle. It’s since evolved into a relationship outside the bedroom as I consider them probably my best friends. I don’t have a lot of friends, this is true. And fewer who invite me over for regular threesomes. But what’s the old adage? Seek and ye shall find sex friends? No. The best things in life are threesomes? Maybe. Something like that.

Last January Aly and Sam posted an ad in my neighborhood looking for a F/MF/M. Taking a look at their post history (nearly 40K in karma over six months), I nearly forgot to send them a message. I could have scrolled through their photos for hours and been happy. She was gorgeous and (my impressions from her photos) had the perfect curves. Pretty tan (found out later how much they travel), a cute face (from what you could make out; a cute chin at any rate) and absolutely remarkable breasts. One of the things she asked me later was “Are you a tits man or an ass man?” Normally, I’m a tits man. But I don’t have a preference to size or shape. Hers though…my God, they might take the cake. Large, perfectly shaped, and her nipples were pierced (one is now; that’s a rough story). In one of the videos they’d posted her husband massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples hard…that was one vid I watched over and over.

I shared an Instagram Escort with one of my friends [MF]

I have a bad habit of hiring Instagram models as escorts.  I have a stressful life, caring for some family, while juggling a very demanding job.  I find that these ‘dates’ are helpful for me to decompress, unwind and relax.  Albeit for a short amount of time.

A little while ago, I brought an Instagram model to one of my office parties.  We had fun socializing and later that night we had some private fun.  A few days later, one of my work colleagues, Chris, approached me.  Chris is a very good friend of mine.   We started at the company at the same time, and share many of the job’s stresses and challenges.  He’s way higher up in the company and makes a ton more money, but all good, he deserves it.  Not only do we hang in the office, but we chill outside with sports and whatever.  So Chris approached me, and recognized the model.  Asked what the deal was?  

[MF] Her parents are asleep next door…

My fiancé enjoys sex more when there’s a fear or risk of being caught.

We’ve got guests staying over (her parents from overseas). They’re just in the next room – we’re sharing a wall.

I was woken up at around 4am. She was stroking my cock over my boxers. I didn’t think too much – my hand just slid straight down to her inner thigh. It’s hot here right now – so she wears these cute PJ shorts, they don’t leave much to the imagination.

I pushed the shorts away with my little finger and started rubbing her with the others. She hasn’t shaved in a while but I like that – I could feel her hair on either side of my fingers.

She was grabbing at my cock quite aggressively by now. One hand working that with the other pulling at the waistband. We both resorted to taking our own underwear off soon after.

I climbed straight on top of her and wasted no time sliding in. She was soaking wet. She made no noise other than deep exhaling sounds as I drove it into her.

The Teacher’s Assistant [Mf] [nc]

I sat in class, Algebra. Ugh. I hated Algebra, it was boring and would never be useful in real life. Not to mention the teacher was horrible at teaching it. He seemed to have a personal vendetta against answering questions “look in your book” or “we just went over that, pay attention.” Where the common responses Whenever I asked anything. So I stopped asking, and my grade went down. Well, maybe it went down because of my spite also. But whatever. that’s when the teacher’s assistant first took note of me.

Most of the time he sat behind his desk in the front corner of the room, grading papers or whatever it is teacher assistants do. On the first day of class he introduced himself. He was in college and wanted to be a social studies teacher. He claimed he was a T.A for Mr. smith for some “firsthand experience” or something like that. He never spoke much, and definitely not to me.

Mr. Smith had instructed him to help me, saying my bad grade was bringing down the class average. That was literally one of the questions on the board.

Sarah Hyland [MF]

It was thirty minutes until they’d be gone. Mom and Dad had planned on going to Vegas for months now and I couldn’t wait. I’d needed a break from them for months but I couldn’t tell them this for obvious reasons. They would be gone for a week which would be the perfect amount of time to just relax and have some me time. Time passed so slowly as they were getting ready to leave. My hormones were on overdrive and I needed some, let’s just say, personal time by myself.
“Ok Ethan we’re going,” Dad said from downstairs.

“Bye,” I said with no emotion.

The second the front door closed I got on my computer and was looking for some sluts to jerk off to. Riley Reid was on my screen in seconds getting her throat fucked. My cock was in my hand and lube was dripping everywhere. I was in Heaven. Pleasure flew through my body and I felt euphoric. It was fantastic, until the doorbell rang.
I scrambled to get over to my window and see who was at the door. My room was in a spot where I couldn’t see the door, but I could see the driveway. Dad’s car wasn’t there and mom’s was in the shop. Instead there was a cherry red car there. I was confused and unsure of whether I should even answer the door.

The time I hooked up with the owner [M] of a hotel [F]

I was spending a week in Eilat, Israel with my family. I was 18 at the time and we were going to this city for the holidays. It is a beautiful city right off the coast of the red sea.

We check in and the man at the counter was staring at my breasts. I didn’t hook up with this guy but I wanted to note that because I love seeing guys stare like that. His mouth looked like it was watering as my double Ee’s sat in the bright and tight blue bikini top I was wearing.

Someone comes out from a door behind the desk. From what I could see it appeared to be an office of some sort but I wasnt sure. The man that came out was in a navy blue suit, bow tie, and he looked to be in his early fortys maybe. This is the oldest man I’ve ever hooked up with. I never knew how old he was.

We both locked eyes and he smiled at me. He was gorgeous nonetheless–like one of those ripped bald dads. I’ve always been attracted to that Arabian/Middle eastern look, and he was just that. He had a nice chiseled jawline and he looked very fit in that tight suit of his.

How I ended up in bed [F]ooling around with [M]y friend’s dad! Part 2 (At Long Last)

Hey everyone, long time no see. It’s me, Suzie. You may remember me[ posting this thread ages ago about me fucking my friend’s dad](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cvvrd8/how_i_ended_up_in_bed_fooling_around_with_my/). I got an overwhelming and extremely positive feedback, and then my depression hit me like a 6 ton anchor and I wrote half of this, but lost the motivation to keep going and sort of retreated into myself. Anyway! I’m back now with a brand new banger, or at the very least, the sequel to the last story! The second time me and my friend’s dad smashed!

To re/answer a few questions from last time: No, my friend never found out. We were friends for a long while by this point, though at this point in our friendship and the distance that college created, our relationship had waned to some degree, though in the past 3-4 years we’ve actually reconnected and are very good friends now. I also only ever fucked her dad during that summer; afterwards, I left town and I never moved back, so I haven’t seen him since. Again also; this took place in America, and yes, he was married, though their marriage had a lot of tension and was not necessarily healthy one. And as always, I’m down to chat or talk to people about this stuff if anyone’s interested!

Fresh Cream [FM] [Public] [Prostitution]

Sara was content. For the first time in her life, all the pieces seemed to fit. The sun shined through the big glass window. In a little bakery on the main street of her breezy coastal city, a young woman was kneading a large mass of dough by hand, dry with flour to the elbows. Her red ribbon hair was neatly tied back, and her body was outlined in a white, working shirt and matching white pants.

She had built this little cafe from the ground up, free from the help of her wealthy, yet distant husband. It gave her something to do. Sara had finally felt free. The glass bar showing the goods was full up, and she had hardly had a customer all day. The lazy Sunday afternoon dragged on. While rewarding to have a well off, hard working job, it sure wasn’t the most profitable business around. After a major fight with her husband, Sara had sworn to never use his money to help the business. It was her way or no way at all. Unfortunately it wasn’t long before she realized that bakeries were either serious, client driven businesses, or fluff pieces, fueled by outside money to keep housewives occupied.

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For my favorite girl. [MF]

You hold my hand as I lead you to the room. Finally we’re meeting and neither of us could be more nervous, more excited, more anxious, or more happy than we are now. I open the door for you fumbling the key in my hands as I do.

We drop our bags inside the room then embrace, your arms wrap around me and I hold you tight. We both want each other, but we’re nervous to tear into each other right away.

I lead you to the bed and pull you onto my lap, I kiss your forehead, then your lips softly. We look into eachother’s eyes and I smile, I kiss you again as my fingers run through your hair. I pull on your leg and you rotate and begin to straddle me. You take my face in your hands and we kiss again, longer, more passionately than before, more passionately than we would have expected to.

I grab and squeeze your ass as our lips stay locked together your hand moves around my head and runs through my short hair. Your fingernails moving across my scalp.

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Failed NNN with my first threesome (and it didn’t include my GF [MFF]

*I’m a rambler, if you just want to read about the sex scroll to the asterisks*

I’m 19, just started going to college this fall, and my girlfriend and I have been together for more than 2 years as of October. We’ve been open since just after the start of school. We’re going to the same school, and we are happy in our relationship as is, but we wanted to explore the world of dating as college students, so here we are.

I don’t think I’m great at picking people up at parties, so my go-to option ended up being Tinder (despite it being occasionally soul-sucking). I have pretty good luck, over the last few months I’ve met some pretty fantastic girls and gotten some great FWBs out of the deal.

L is 6′ tall (I’m not quite 5’10”) and somehow lucked out with a great pair of perky tits and a tight ass with just the right amount of bounce. We’ve hooked up probably half a dozen times and she is very cool and casual both sexually and otherwise. She’s a freshman like me, but luckily for both of us she’s got no roommate in the dorm.