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[M] Fucked my married college [F]riend while her husband slept

The second time I fucked someone’s woman was completely spontaneous. For ten years I’d been the type of guy who only pursued relationships and didn’t have flings. In my mid-twenties, after another relationship didn’t work out, I relocated for a job opportunity and ended up starting a fling with a woman online who was looking to cheat because her man was too vanilla to keep her faithful. I threw myself into being bad.

Around the same time I went back to the city where I’d attended college for a friend’s wedding. Obviously I couldn’t take a date since the woman I was fucking was sneaking around on her man.

I had been pretty good friends with the groom in college. I wasn’t close at all with the best man, Dave, but I’d been drinking buddies with his wife, Rachel, in school. I’d never hooked up with her or even really tried. I was always with someone else. But I knew a lot of people who had. By nineties standards, she was definitely a proud slut. Me and another friend ended up staying with Dave and Rachel because they had a big house with a couple of guestrooms. Read more »

A Tale of Two Tenants

Sarah was one tenant that I had living in my basement apartment. She was with us for three years. June was another, she lived with us after Sarah and is currently living below us. I have had tenants come and go and they always loved that they got to use our washing machine and dryer. The only restriction on their use was that it be on Mondays. Why Mondays? No particular reason, the day was simply picked so that there would be no conflicts.

Sarah worked part time at the town library and was going to school full time for a masters degree, but believe it or not she didn’t wear glasses, go figure! She told me a few times what she was studying but I couldn’t tell you. When we talked I was always distracted by her skin deep beauty, her youthful body and tight shorts that climbed up her crevasse’ on “Beach Days”.

A Different Experience, Married Woman’s story – Chapter 3 [MF]

“Damn it,” I said and made to run out but he was behind me and just in front of the door. He used his back to push the door back, closing it and standing between me and my way out.
“You cannot tell Igrit,” he said. He had not bothered to tuck the dick back in and I could see the size of it, amazed by the sheer width of its head. I tried to keep my wonder hidden though. “I am not telling, just let me go,” I answered. “I do not believe you. Igrit must not know she doesn’t satisfy me.” He shook his head as he spoke and I could tell this was a serious matter to him, more than a spouse getting angry that her partner was masturbating. “She’ll divorce you,” I said. He nodded. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do but promise you. I’m not telling,” I said. “There’s a lot more that you can do than promise,” Tom said and I felt I observed something cunning in his stare. He was staring at my chest, brazenly too. I looked down and noticed my nipples poking through the crop top. I remembered my removed bra. “What are you saying?” I asked him. “Prove to me that my secret is safe with you,” he said. “What do you want?” I asked impatiently. Tom said nothing and moved closer to me. I was determined not to show the alarm I was feeling so I took my stand. Tom came closer till his cock was rubbing against my abdomen. I couldn’t stop my eyes from straying downwards to look at his cock. “Touch me,” he said. I shook my head but he gripped my arm tightly and nodded. “You have to,” he said, moving my hand to his cock and wrapping my hand around him. He was hard, much thicker than Brock and his head was a sheer joy to look at in full hardness. I felt desire well up strongly in me but my determination stood strong. I was about leaning back from him when his hands wrapped around me and he pulled me to him, dropping his mouth to the bud of my nipple through my top. His warmth danced through the material and triggered the hungry vixen that Brock had woken up outside. I pushed him back immediately and bent to his waist height as his back slammed against the kitchen door. Moving my palm and fingers around him in a to and fro movement, I leaned closer to him and opened my mouth to take him. His head was fat and I feared that mouth wouldn’t take him but it just did. His dick was too big for me to do much slurping so I used my mouth as a suction tube and kept wriggling my tongue on the underside of his dick. “Yes, I’ve dreamed about this very moment for so long,” he said. I took my mouth off him and laughed, moving my hands around him with my saliva as lube. Then I dipped him in my mouth again, taking him as far as possible till I could feel him poking the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in and I had to pull him out as I had a choking feeling. “Your mouth is heaven but I want that ass. I want to taste what he tastes,” Tom said. I knew nothing about tasting what ‘he’ tastes but my pussy was already leaking seriously. I could feel trails of juice, running down both thighs. My pussy was hungry too. The intercourse started outside had me riveted with want but my inability to get to orgasm then had me crazy for this fat cock. I turned quickly and pulled down my leggings, revealing my G-stringed ass. “Hmm, G-string, Igrit would die twice before wearing this,” Tom said. “I’m not Igrit,” I commented and drew down my panties too. “Definitely not,” Tom said as he put his hands on my waist and drew me to him. His cock slid nicely between my ass cheeks and I could feel its head rub my pussy. His hands moved up and clutched my breasts as I leaned down and rested my hands on a table in front of him. “Doggy, perfect,” he said and drew his cock back before pushing it through my eager pussy. I felt him, every inch, vein and nick of his throbbing cock. I must have underestimated his size because he filled me completely and left me feeling suffocated down there. His cock wasn’t long, just the normal length but it was so thick I felt I didn’t have enough pussy to wrap around him. I could feel the cut of his circumcised head and how it rubbed and pulled my diaphanous insides when he pulled out. The feeling was amazing and I couldn’t but scream as his strokes dove in and out of me. I heard an electronic tune. It was my phone and Tom slowed down as I bent and fished it out from my removed shorts. It was Brock. I had to pick the call. “Hey, Natalie, it’s taking you rather long,” he said. “I’m sorry baby, I –,” I had to gasp as Tom chose that moment to drive his dick back into me, taking my breath away and causing me to groan. “Is something wrong?” “No honey, it’s the T.V. I couldn’t find the kitchen but I’ve found it now,” I managed to say as Tom stroked in and out. I could not hold in the gasps and small shouts as Tom’s cock was just too thick and demanded too much of my energy. The pleasure it emitted was too much for me to manage with my lips closed. “That place is pretty noisy. Are people fighting?” Brock asked. “It’s the T.V, babe. I’ll be with you in a minute,” I shouted and cut the call. Tom didn’t stop and instead fucked me with even more relentlessness. His cock drove his cock three more times into me and I felt my orgasm rip through my body and almost cause me to fall. Tom wasn’t done though and continuing stabbing through me till I could feel another orgasm rise like a huge ocean wave on a turbulent day. He came before me though in floods of seed that filled my pussy and popped out as he pulled out of me. “Damn, I love your cock,” I found myself saying. “And I love your ass. We make a good team.” Read more »

[MF] Late night office and monster boobs

# Intro

It was a lates summers eve in the office, around 7-8pm. Stressed out to the max trying to reach this deadline. There was a few employees still leaving, has they had completed their work. The excited conversations initially loud, faded into the background as they headed to the lift. The only life left was me and the cleaner, or at least thats what i thought. Over the sound of the hoover, i heard a frustrated worker snapping away at the keyboard. I peered over the cubicle, intrigued to see who it was. It was this cute mixed race girl, i sat back down as i could see the growing frustration and i didn’t really want to disturb her.

[M]y ex’s open minded roommate [f] cheating part 2

Sorry for the cliffhanger, I am not a writer and was not sure if this was going to be read [previous post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bf6o23/my_exs_open_minded_roommate_f_cheating/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)

So to continue where I left off Beth was my girlfriend and Elsa was her roommate. Elsa and I had started flirting with less and less clothes over the past few weeks.

So I waited and waited not sure of what to do now that Elsa retreated to her room. I was too afraid to be bold as I thought how quickly this could go sideways. After 15 minutes, my nerves got to me and I just decided to leave. The rest of the day I could not get this out of my mind, and when Beth came over to my apartment that night I ravaged her, thinking of Elsa the whole time. Beth asked what got into me and I just told her I thought she was really sexy

I could not get Elsa out of my head, and I was dying to try and escalate this. I was walking around with a hair trigger constantly thinking about how we could escalate. Beth and I were having sex multiple time a day that weekend but it wasn’t enough Read more »

The VIP Treatment [FMF] [Oral] [Prost] [bd] [Msub]

“Happy Birthday, Christopher Henry Harpsworth,” said a deep, seductive voice. “Your VIP treatment is about to begin.”

Hearing those sensual words, the young man who’d been tasked with carrying on an old legacy prepared himself for a hefty dose of forbidden indulgence. It had taken a lot of planning, effort, and cunning to set everything up, complete with a web of elaborate lies that ensured some badly-needed freedom from his family responsibilities. Upon seeing the fruits of his labor, though, Christopher could safely say the toil was worth it.

“I want…no, I need this. I need it so fucking bad,” he said in an almost-desperate tone.

“Don’t worry,” said the source of the seductive voice. “For what you paid us, you’re sure as hell going to get it!”

Her words, as well as the context in which she said them, felt like they had been ripped straight out of a fantasy…one that just happened to be as expensive as it was elaborate. For what Christopher needed, it couldn’t have been anything less. Read more »

The dark fantasy of homely graceful wife (submission)

Shalini is a middle aged housewife with a child and lives with her husband. Shalini’s life is totally sorted, good husband , obedient children, good night life and no financial issues. But as shalini is getting matured day by day, her secret desire of being dominated is catching up fire. Though Shalini’s husband never fails to satisfy her but still there’s a small void in Shalini that has a desire of bdsm and domination. Shalini knew it’s practically impossible for her to fulfil her fantasy. Everytime after the $exual intercourse shalini would decide to express her deep desire of submission to her husband but as soon as she would see sweet innocent face of her husband the only thought that would crosses her mind is that her husband is not that mature to dominate her and handle her like a cheap $lut making shalini drop the idea of expressing her k¡nk to her husband and then somehow shalini would try to drift to sleep with dismay in her heart.Shalini would often drop various hints to her husband that she wanted to talk something serious but her husband failed to catch them. One day shalini is scrolling through facebook, when suddenly a page advertising gig0lo service popped up her feed. Though shalini wanted to avoid visiting the page but she wanted to explore whether the real gig0lo really existed or not. As shalini surfed through page, seeing the ratings and experience of customers, her heart began to sink and she knew this is her only chance to complete her fantasy. With trembling hands shalini typed a message introducing her and sent it . Soon the chat began and venue of meeting is decided. Shalini reaches the venue half an hour before the decided time. As shalini sits in the room, her heart was racing and here hands still trembling and every passing minute, seemed like an hour. While shalini is waiting, her husband calls her up . After shalini’s husband hung up the call, shalini’s mind began to wobble in a dilemma that whether she should be a loyal housewife or she should cheat her sweetheart husband. Though shalini’s brain shouted to go for the first option, but the inner voice of woman of shalini overpowered the brain and made shalini wait for the guy. As shalini’s mind is still confused whether to cheat or not, suddenly she is brought to senses by a knock on a door. Shalini checks from the door hole who it was and sees a young confident guy standing in front of gate with a bag in his hand …
Shalini (in a nervous voice) : “Who?”
Varun (in a calm voice) : ” I am Varun.Shalini is that you behind the door?”
Shalini turns her back towards door and rest her back over door, takes a deep breadth as her heart is still pounding very fast, and proceeds to forward the door. As Varun enters the room, sits on the bed and keep the bag beside him, he signals shalini to sit beside him. Varun starts to scan shalini from head to toe and as he see shalini tightly clenching her fingers as they are being rested on her thighs , he clearly understands shalini is a bit nervous. He takes hold of shalini’s hand and to calm her down and warm her up, starts to move his face bear shalini’s face. Shalini’s heart begins to sink and she closes her eyes as she could feel her breath getting mixed with Varun’s breath and soon shalini lips are feeling soft pecks being planted by Varun. Suddenly shalini breaks the kiss and tries to move away Varun by keeping her hand over his chest,
Shalini : ” I… I… Wa… Want…”
Varun (interrupting shalini in between by keeping his finger on her lips) : “I know what you want but first we have to make you get rid of your hesitation to make things work.”
Saying this Varun just starts to rub his finger over shalini’s lip and then pushes his finger inside shalini’s mouth and orders her to suck it. Shalini starts to suck his finger with hesitation and as shalini is doing this, Varun leans towards shalini’s face and begins to kiss shalini’s luscious lips. This time Varun is kissing shalini a bit more intensely and as Varun starts to smooch shalini, the whole room is filled with the sound of smooching. As Varun feels shalini is into smooching he keeps his one hand behind her head and pushes shalini’s face so towards his so can smooch her even harder. While smooching Varun takes out a short cloth from his pocket, holds down shalini’s hands behind her back and tie them. Within a minute shalini finds herself in centre of room with her hands upright and tied to the ceiling by a rope. Varun now starts to put an eye mask over shalini’s eyes to which shalini objects…
Shalini(in a purring) : “i want to see everything…”
Varun (puts eye mask over shalini’ eyes and grabs her by her hair and pulls her closer and whispers in her ear) : “I don’t care for your opinion…”
Saying this Varun starts to kiss over shalini’s neck.As shalini could feel subtle kisses being planted on her neck, she begins to moan…
Shalini : “uffff,, ssss,, phewww,,, aahhhh,,, ssss,,, uhhh”
Varun moves lower down on shalini’s body, holds her saree pallu and slide it sideways to expose shalini’s navel. Varun starts to plant small pecks over shalini’s tummy. This is making shalini even wetter and now she is biting her lip as Varun plants small kisses over her tummy.Shalini’s breathing rate starts to increase as she moans…
Shalini : “aahhhhhh,,, sssss, uuhmmmm,,, sssss,,, ahhhh,,,”
Varun just pulls down shalini’s pallu and shalini could feel her pallu getting unfolded. As shalini’s smooth curvy get rid of her pallu, Varun starts to proceeds the direction of kisses upwards. Shalini is getting even more turned on by thinking that she is standing just in her sleeveless blouse and petticoat as she receives subtle kisses from a man she never met before. Soon shalini could feel hot air at her cle@vage followed by kisses which further could be felt on her bare cjest exposed from saree.
Shalini ( in the heat of moment) : ” mmm baby,,, ssss,,, ahhh,,, do it harder”
Suddenly shalini is surprised and confused as she stops feeling kisses on her body and could hear the sounds of Varun walking around her. As shalini was wondering what was gonna happen, she hears some sounds of metal clinking with each other. Before shalini could figure out, a strong wave of intense pain followed by pleasure starts to take over her body, making shalini quirm and clench her fingers over the rope as she felt Varun smashing his belt at her fat @ss.
Shalini : “aaaaaag hahaghgagagaagaggagahhhhh ,,, ssssss,, hhhhhhuuhhhh”
Shalini is breathing heavily as the pain still subsides in her @ss even after few seconds, Varun walks near to shalini and grabs her by her hair…
Varun ( in a dominant voice) : ” Rule number 1- you never tell your master what to do and what not to do. Am i clear???”
Shalini is still recovering from the strange feeling going through her making her feel a lump in her throat. Shalini just nods her head…
Varun (being more harsh grabs shalini’s hair even more tightly) : ” speak up you dumb@ss wh0re, am i clear? ”
Shalini just gulps down her saliva…
Shalini ( barely managing to mumble out and nodding her head) : ” mmmgmmmm yes… Sss…yes,,,sss”
Varun swings his arm completely backward and again gives tight lash lash of his belt shalini’s @ss…
Varun (shouting) : ” Say it louder and complete b¡tch, Ammm iii clearrrrr?”
Shalini (just trying to grasp breath as waves of pain and pleasure conquer over her body) : “Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhahahghgahgagagggahaggagag,,,, uughguhghhghghughhhh,,, hhmmm, yesss,,, uhhhh, yesss, yessss, you are uhghgh clear master… !!!

The best birthday present [MF]

My husband had agreed to let me have 3 hours alone with my friend. After a few months of having him as a third – or fourth – in our bedroom, I felt safe enough with him to allow one of my fantasies to play out: my husband dropping me off at his house like a prostitute. After eagerly awaiting for them to make arrangements, the day had finally come.

In my purse I had packed a change of clothes – my collar and leash, crotchless fishnets, and a slinky black dress – all items were requests directly from him. I was eager to please him. After all, I had fantasized about this encounter for months. I could barely contain my excitement on the drive over, giggling like a school girl, butterflies tickling my stomach. It was the same mixture of excitement and fear I felt before riding a roller coaster. Only this time, I’d be riding him. Read more »

I get delightfully dominated and used by an older man. [F][M][MF]

It was nearing eleven o’clock on Tuesday night as I hugged my girlfriends goodbye and headed to my car. As I made my way through the quiet parking lot, I realized I was not ready to drive home just yet. I only had a few glasses of wine, but I was feeling happily buzzed. It was the first warm night since winter, so I decided to take a stroll around the city.

The streets were empty and quiet except for the sound of intoxicated people chatting and laughing over cigarettes outside a nearby bar. The Pinot Grigio and spring breeze had me feeling carefree and confident, and I didn’t want the night to end.

As I checked the cost of an Uber and considered going to the bar, I received a Tinder message from a 39-year-old named David. It was nothing too exciting—just a generic response to my generic opening line. I noticed he was less than a mile away, so I asked him if he wanted to hang out. His address was the fourth and final message in our exchange. Read more »