We decide to stop at a Starbucks and grab a coffee on the way to someplace more private. Although the seats are empty there is a line of about 20 people in front of us waiting to place an order. I ask you to hold our place in line I am going to head for the restroom. As I walk in and start to close the door you follow right behind me and press me against the door and lock it. You grab my crotch and feel me start to get hard.
You tell me to unbuckle my pants and quickly have them down around my knees. You squat down and suck my cock into your mouth feeling me getting harder. I look down and see you have your dress hiked up and you are rubbing yourself as you are sucking on my cock. You feel my balls start to tighten up and feel me explode never stopping and keeping me hard in your mouth your fingers rubbing your clit. You are so excited your pussy is dripping onto the floor.
I pull you up and you lean forward on the sink your ass to me and I slide into you feeling how tight and wet you are. I start thrusting my finger playing with your ass a little and your pussy clamps down on my cock as you explode in orgasm. We grab a couple of paper towels and do a quick clean up of ourselves and leave the restroom and see that the line has barely moved look at each other and say screw the coffee lets go and as we get to the car I swear briefly dang it I forgot I had to go to the bathroom.
So Long [MF]
So long.
It had been so long that when he first caught sight of her, standing there on the deck of her boat, her blinding slightly goofy smile shining down at him, for a minute he wondered if he even remembered how.
She waved, disappeared, and next thing he knew she was scampering down the ramp, coming his way. Then she was in his arms and he held her close and as he kissed the nape of her neck and felt himself begin to grow against her thigh he thought, Oh yeah, I remember.
They walked towards his hotel. He hadn’t told her he’d gotten a room. Neither of them really knew, or admitted to themselves, what they were going to do, what was going to happen, but he was prepared, and if it did happen he knew the bed on her boat was too small. They needed a good bed, a big bed, something strong, the feeling of illicit intimacy only a hotel bed can properly provide.
[M]y first Married MILF. met at a bar
I’ve had my share of MILFs before this one. This was different. This was a married MILF. Here’s how it went down.
Was having a drink at the bar waiting for my client (who actually never showed LOL). She came in with 4 of her girlfriends. There were 3 empty chairs beside me, so me as the gentlemen that I am decided to give up my chair so they all could sit together. As luck would have it the guy next to me decided to get up right then there. I took his seat and Kay started thanking me and the witty banter began. I won’t bore you with the details but let’s just say she is in a marriage that is ending and was very unhappy. After a few hours at the bar I decided to follow them to a club and from the club she followed me home.
HOLY FUCK. She was so needy. like she had never been fucked in a few years. She worshipped my cock and spitting all over it and making me nice and wet. I made sure I fucked her nice a hard with my Big black Cock. We did 5 positions before she squirted and came all over me several times. I was her first black cock she said and no she knows why its said once you go black… you don’t go back. LOL.
[MF] Yes, the story is long. Two first time adulterers who were in their late 40’s
I have been a lurker here but wanted to contribute. I hope you enjoy! Cheers,
We were both in our late 40’s when we (Randy and Carnal) met on a adulterer site. We began to trade messages (and a picture) explaining how we were both married a very long time and in dead bedrooms for the last number of years. Randy is a Caucasian businessman and Carnal is in the medical field & originally from the Caribbean. The messages became slightly lewd but nothing overly too dramatic when we finally agree to meet at a coffee shop for a weekday at 10 am.
Randy waited patiently as his date was 15 mins late…then 30….finally at 45 mins late a tall dark skinned lady with long black hair enters the coffee shop in a very tasteful sun dress clutching her purse like a four year old holding a stuffy when they are scared shitless! I smile and stand to give her a hug and all I am able to obtain is a rigid unsmiling side hug! As the kids say “the struggle was real”.
Over the next hour, I had a one sided conversation about pretty much anything that came to mind….non sexual of course! After the hour, she finally started to loosen up and we agreed we would go to a park to walk and talk. At the park, I brought out a little picnic and blanket so we could find a comfortable spot to sit. We continue to share a little bit more and Carnal begins to open up more.
MISCOMMUNICATION LEADS TO ROUGH FACE FUCK [Mf] [facefuck] [squirt] [mast] [oral] [sex]
My ex girlfriend has a friend named Erin who happens to work right across the street from my apartment. Despite this, I’ve never actually bumped into Erin in my neighborhood. But yesterday, I was driving home when I saw this stunning latino woman standing on the corner in a yellow sundress. I actually slowed down to get a glimpse when suddenly, I realized the stunning woman was Erin!
I tapped the horn, but she couldn’t see me, so when I got upstairs, I texted.
“That was me. I honked at you!”
“Ohhh, I thought some creep was honking at me.”
“Yep. That was me. The creep honking at the sexy latino chick on the sidewalk.”
“Stopppp,” she said with a smiley face. “Heather would kill me.”
(Heather was my ex)
“As if we would tell her,” I said with a winky face. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I definitely liked the flirting. “Well, you know my apartment is RIGHT across from your office.”
“Huh? I knew you were in the neighborhood …”
21 [F] the story of my first orgasm a few years ago
I didn’t actually orgasm until my senior year of high school. I had a few boyfriends off and on but they never made me cum. I took senior year to be alone and figure myself out before college. That’s when I became pretty horny, and started experimenting with touching myself. I’d been on the artsy side of tumblr for a while, but then I found the porn side. I worked as a secretary in an office with an older man and his wife. They were gone at a meeting with a client and I was all alone. And horny. I snuck into his office and started looking at age-gap porn and imagining him getting back early and finding me. When touching myself before, I had been mostly sliding fingers inside my pussy and hadn’t figured out how to move them. However, that’s the day I found my clit. I was looking at the porn and fantasizing about it happening in real life while sitting in his office chair and rubbing my clit. Harder. Faster. Until finally I had the sweet release of my first orgasm. Ever since then, I’ve had a soft spot for older men.
Dirty slut teases her dom dancing and gets punished [MF] [mdom] [tease] [exh]
It’s a Friday night and you know I went out with some friends. You get a flirty text from me around midnight asking you to come see me.
You groan, but agree to come out. You head to the bar when you get there, trying to find me in the crowd. You text me to let me know that you’ve arrived but that you don’t see me.
I don’t respond but a few minutes later I come to the bar to get some water and I find you. I wrap myself around you, giving you a deep kiss. My skin has a sheen to it from all the dancing and it’s flushed from laughing. Your hands roam along my body as I order from the bar. I’m wear 2 and a half inch heels, skinny jeans and a tank top. The strap keeps falling off my shoulder, which I absentmindedly fix.
Beach threesome with my best friend [MMF]
Long time lurker of this sub, finally decided to share an old story of mine. Sorry if it is a little long.
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This story takes place when I was a freshman in college during spring break. My girlfriend at the time, Ashlee, and I decided to just come back home for the week and catch up on our studies and hang out with some friends from our old high school.
After a long day of studying and dealing with the family, my friend Jon gave me a call and we made plans to hangout that night. Jon was my best friend from my childhood and conveniently the only one of my friends who had a fake ID in town. We decided to hangout by the beach by my parents’ house, good little spot for a couple of underage kids to drink without worrying too much about getting caught. Ashlee and I got there first right around 11 and Jon not long after carrying an 18pack of lagers for us and two four lokos for Ash, way too much for a couple of young light weights like ourselves.
[MF] Free-fingering update
I posted a few days ago about winning a bet that gave me [free-use fingering of my wife](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bwb3te/mf_freeuse_fingering/).
Well, her monthly visitor just arrived so we’re on break, but I wanted to share an update.
After a few more paused attempts because of almost getting caught, and 2 full orgasms, my wife has been on edge. There was one time she was so sure that I was going to try that she had wiggled out of her sweatpants on the couch under her blanket. The fact that I didn’t kept her so horny that she ended up starting a blow job because she needed to get off.
She also showed me that she was wearing crotch-less panties under her sundress, if I wanted to.
We’ve had sex pretty much daily because of how turned on she’s been, so I guess I’m really winning this bet.
The Glial Pool
Lady Cairstine was laughing and dancing around the Maypole with several other women, some noble born like her, and some of the common folk from the village. It was harvest and the festival was in full swing. Breathless from the exertion, she went for her wine which was sitting on the trestle table set up for her family. Drinking deeply from her cup, she had looked up to see a man standing in the doorway of the blacksmith’s shop, shirtless, with arms crossed, watching her intently. She quickly looked away but was taken aback by the way the muscle in his arms bulged as he stood there leaning on the door-frame. Her eyes had captured the strong set of his shoulders and the brown hair that covered his chest before she had looked away. Her stomach flipped around, and she cursed herself for acting like one of the girls that were out there flipping their hair and fluttering their eyelashes at the various young men of the village. She was no girl. Widowed and a mother of three, she had said goodbye to the days of fluttering eyelashes a long time ago.