[MF] The Red Dress

The bachelorette party required that all women attending wore red. I loved that color but I didn’t wear it much. For work I never did (unless it was lingerie out of view which never failed to put an extra kick on my step) and seldom when going out. Still, I did have a few pieces for more intimate settings. So, for my friend’s au revoir to single’s life, I chose my tightest red dress. In for a penny…

I put on the red silky panties, those with a golden ring by my hip bones, and a matching red bra with white lace. Then I slipped into the dress, with its knee length, high neck and French length sleeves. Twisting and feeling like a Cirque du Soleil performer I managed to pull up the zipper on the back. I studied my shoe shelves pondering the heels to wear. It was a garden party (which kind of killed the odds for a male stripper, darn) so I decided to downplay it wearing the flower printed canvas pumps which weren’t as prim as one would think. I put them on and checked myself on the mirror. Oh, the memories this brought! I pulled my phone from my purse and took several pics that immediately I messaged you. I knew exactly what they would do to you, knew to the minimum detail the images they would bring forward, and relished the uncomfortable moments that you’d have at work if you opened my text in public. I dearly wished it was so, couldn’t wait for you to plot a revenge, like the previous time I had worn this very same dress.

[MF] My second happy-ending massage ever

So today to treat myself I decided I wanted to get a massage, preferably one with a happy ending. I had been to an asian massage parlor and gotten one maybe six years ago but that is another story. I still remembered where the place was though so I called to see if they were busy, had a quick shower, took 10mg of sildenafil for good measure, and headed over.

(FYI I am in the 28-33 age range, thin, athletic build, notable abs in the right lighting, and nipple piercings. 5’11, 150 lbs)

Say it again

*Continuation of The Relationship. Accidentally deleted this story, reposting. First post available in comments.*

*While not critical to understanding the story, Part One provides helpful context as it contains the back story of the two of them and sets the tone for the fly on the wall experience you will enjoy below.*

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“Say it again”, his whisper pierced the stillness of the hotel room.

“Say what?” Stella giggled, the coy edge of her seductive smile giving away how delighted she was to finally have something he wanted to hear.

But Levi was in no mood. He grabbed her wrists, tenderly, but intently. Looking just underneath her eyes in that sore, pleading way he doesn’t know that he doesn’t know how to fake. It caught Stella off guard. Could she be the first to have told him this?

Let’s go back to where it started. The parking lot of the Billings, Montana airport Hilton.

Levi’s damp curls stretched to the middle of his shoulders. His hair was sopping wet, even though he’d tried to avoid getting water on it in the shower. He just wanted to look his best so Stella would have a good parting image of him when he dropped her off.

College [MF]

First time posting. Apprecaite feedback but please be gentle.

It felt like we had met before. Or maybe I just wished we had. I saw you across the library at school as I was studying for finals and you reminded me of someone I knew. Or thought I knew. Either way my brain was pulled rapidly away from Psych 101 to your eyes. They are what got me first. They were green. They were also framed by some glasses that I am sure made some people assume you were nerdy or prudish but alll I saw them as were magnets that drew me into the depths of your eyes.

I have to admit your hair was also what got to me. It was red. Not deep red and not that stereotypical red that people copied with dye, no this was a light red that at times you describe as red or strawberry blonde depending on how you felt that morning.

Clearly that morning your focus was on school work and nothing else and so you would have seen yourself as “drab” or “frightful” in your sweat pants, baggy sweatshirt and quick ponytail but I could not help but simply picture us snuggled together watching some corny movie together.

Seeking partner to write tonight

My girlfriend just wants to get off by has a fantasy of me watching, but were ldr so we had to try the next best thing…. Okay not the next best thing, but a thing.

You get her off on discord texting while I watch.

Her type : men, 40s, dad bod or a bit bigger, cyclist, nerd

The time I fucked my attractive step mom [M] [F]

I know what your thinking, this kind of stuff only happens in porn right? This actually happened and it’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, so let’s start at the beginning.

Shortly after I graduated from Calvin College in Michigan, I went to go live with my dad for a couple of months until I found a job to be a therapist (I got a degree in Psychology after all).

So I’m on my way to my dad’s with my things and I call him to tell him I’m on my way, and this woman picks up the phone with a lovely tone of voice saying “Hello?” I say “yeah, is my dad there?” And she said “He is in the shower, and he told me to pick up the phone if you called.” I say “oh ok, may I ask who you are exactly?” And she says “not at all, I’m Charlotte your new step mom.” And with a little bit of excitement in my voice I say “well it’s nice talking to you, we’ll meet each other when I get there” and we both say bye before I hang up.

[M]y Last Night With A Married Couple [MMF]

So after my [last](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dn7b1c/a_more_pleasant_encounter_with_a_couple_mmf/?ref=share&ref_source=link) fling with the Ds Wife and husband couple we spent a few weeks chatting before they went radio silent for a few weeks.

I figured they had just decided to move on or something and started looking for other people to hook up with when I got a message from Carol. Turns out Steve had gotten her pregnant and but she hadn’t told him yet because she wanted to make it a big night. And apparently that meant she needed me.

After having so much fun fucking her husbands face I was interested in seeing what she wanted to have me do for them this time so I agreed to meet up. Carol and I discussed the details and she told me she wanted to go farther than last time and have us take turns fucking his ass.

This had me at attention since I had could barely take my eyes off of his little bubble butt last time and so we set a date for that Friday.

BLACKMAIL

I grew up in a small town in coal mining country where my father worked on the railroad. He owned a couple of houses that he rented to people who did not want to rent from the coal company that they worked for.

One couple moved into one of the houses in the spring of my sophomore year of high school. The husband’s name was Russ and his wife was Jane. Russ was about 30 years old and about six feet tall and 190 pounds with a shaggy beard. Jane was a tall lady, about 5 feet 9 inches and about 130 pounds with light brown hair and a cute pug nose. She was not beautiful nor real pretty, but she was cute in a way. She did have a pretty nice figure, with nice tits. Jane was younger than Russ, about 23 years old. Their best friends, Bart and Susan, lived in a nearby town.

[MF][cuck][voy] We’ve been over this already, I’m not going to sleep with your boyfriend

“We’ve been over this already, I’m not going to sleep with your boyfriend” I tell Jenny.

“Come on Claire, I don’t need you to go all the way. I just need evidence” she replies.

“Do you remember what happened when you hacked into Ben’s email? He stopped trusting you after that”.

“I was wrong then, but I know for sure this-” she pleads.

“And when you broke into Josh’s phone” I cut her off, “and when you tailed Ollie”.

“I know I haven’t always been right, but I won’t be able to trust him otherwise”, I can almost see the tears in her eyes.

I had invited Jenny over to my place because she said her relationship with Greg was falling apart. She was overly paranoid about relationships in general, but she had been burned in the past. We have been friends since we were in school, I had seen the scumbags cheating on her in the past. Perhaps it wasn’t so crazy to do this one small thing for a long time friend.

“Ok, sure, I’ll do it” I say as I pull her in for a hug.

New job, Old Faces – I (21M) fucked my old PE teacher (30F) – Part 1 and 2 (FM)

New job, old faces

Part 1

It had probably been 5 years since I left the school when I ran into her – my PE teacher from secondary, a Miss Combe. I was 21, she must’ve been around 30. My secondary school memories of her are faded, but I remember her being quite open with us, about how annoyed she was because she’d spent all her money on useless stuff and then her boyfriend left her. Apart from that, all I remember is thinking she was fit and cute.

Anyway, back to 5 years later – it hadn’t been long since my 21st birthday, and I was back in the area visiting a few friends and my family. A job popped up at my old secondary school for helping the PE department , and I decided to try for it, and somehow got it. I was soon back in the school which I had been so excited to leave, and greeting my old teachers. Miss Combe was one of them, and I was astonished at how little she’d changed – although she did seem a touch more sad.