[M]y Best Friend’s Wi[f]e — Part 1

**The Background**

Dominic and I have been best friends for over a decade. I liked Jordan right away when they met and began dating about four years ago. She can dish it as well as she can take it. “One of the guys” but has an outspoken hos-before-bros female perspective. She’s feisty and cute. Not to mention, under her sweaters she’s hiding some serious G cups. Her curly blonde hair and glasses complete the package. You know she’s trouble just looking at her. For my part, I’m 6’6”, tall dark and handsome, but with a terminal case of dad bod. I used to be rather innocent and am exploring a new side of myself here after marriage.

About six months ago, I moved out of my home and was in the process of divorce after a long marriage. Dominic and Jordan had just gotten married and I was one of the best men. I’d been drinking champagne all day long and I was missing my then-wife, and at the reception when it was my turn to dance with Jordan I felt something. I was happy to be dancing with the bride, the most beautiful woman there, the center of attention. I was happy my best friend was being taken care of and loved. I was safe and comfortable and I felt like… like anybody who loves my best friend that much, I love her. Read more »

Fun with my gym admirer [MF]

Monday and Thursday evenings. That’s generally when you’ll find me at the gym in my unit complex. I always pick the treadmill to the far right, the one by the floor-to-ceiling window that looks out over the complex. I choose that particular treadmill because I love peering up at all the units as I’m running, getting little snippets of my neighbours. I will often make up detailed stories of what their lives must be like, to distract me as my body screams out to me in pain. And as much as all these units are on display to me, I kinda feel like I’m on display to them too. I often imagine there are neighbours out there, watching me from the privacy of their living rooms as I work away on the treadmill, and continuing to watch me even after my run, as I move out onto the adjacent deck to do my cool down exercises and stretches. The thought of being watched always motivates me to keep my form and to keep running, but it also excites the inner exhibitionist in me. Working out always makes me a little horny anyway (I blame all the pheromones), but the thought of being watched just gets me really worked up. Read more »

Who says you have to wait until the third date? My [F] second date with [M]y Daddy/Dom.

XP from /r/SluttyConfessions

I woke up the next morning to a simple message: a phone number.  Smiling, I ran through the events of the night prior and gently touched my neck where he had bitten.  No bruise, but a sweet, dull ache that let me know I hadn’t dreamed it at all.  Feeling suddenly shy, I texted the number given and waited to find out what Daddy had in mind next.  “You’re amazing,” he told me.  “Can’t wait to see you again.”  We quickly made plans for the weekend.  This time we’d be meeting at his place, and suddenly, the stakes seemed higher.  

The drive to his place went by in a flash as I listened to music and wondered what might be in store for me.  What would he want from me, and what would I be willing to give?  How would I react to being with him the first time?  The nerves got the best of me and I had to take some deep breaths before I called him to say I was almost there.  As before, the hug dispelled my worries and the kiss said more than just hello. Read more »

[MF] As A Student, I Became a Manwhore for Cougars on Craigslist. Feel Free to Ask Questions (AMA)

Back in uni, I stumbled upon Craigslist and found myself very actively meeting up with women regularly.

Being tall and bearded meant that I was able to peruse the age range rather well. Not many people asked how old I was, and many times I was propositioned by much older women. (40-50 range)

While that phase of my life has ended, I sometimes reminisce about it late at night. I’ve never shared it, and hope that an AMA will let me express some of my darkest stories since I don’t know where to start!

[MF] The girl on the backroad

Being on a golfing trip with 30 other guys can be tricky. While a day on the links can be competitive, it pales in comparison to the competition which begins after the sun goes down, and half of you end up at a bar across the street from your motel.

The town we were in is a college town, so the bar was loaded with eligible women, but being a little shy, and still reeling from having my girlfriend decide she’d rather be with someone else, I wasn’t expecting much out of the night…except to get drunk and ease some of the dull pain in my chest.

Some of the guys I was with hooked up before closing time, and had already gone off to do whatever debaucherous business they intended to do, leaving me and a couple others behind just before the bright lights came on, and the bartender ushered us out the door.

But something happened just as last call was being announced. Something which would help me mend the broken heart, and realize their were other fish out in the big sea of life. Read more »

Part 4 Finale – How far is too far? Cheating with my wife’s sister [MF]

This is the final post about this story, but feel free to ask questions and/or provide feedback. I appreciate all the positive responses!

Parts 1-3 here:

How far is too far? Cheating with my wife’s sister [MF] from gonewildstories

Part 2 – How far is too far? Cheating with my wife’s sister [MF] from gonewildstories

Part 3 – How far is too far? Cheating with my wife’s sister [MF] from gonewildstories

There wasn’t any fallout from the sex that Julie and I shared after Victoria came home from her trip. No evidence laying around, no awkwardness, just the burden of guilt, and the remaining cum left inside her. Julie didn’t mention anything, and all was quiet again for the next three or four weeks, going about our daily lives and routines.

One morning Victoria and I were both getting ready for work. She was in the shower upstairs and doing her hair, and I showered downstairs usually. I had a cup of coffee and said good morning to Julie, who happened to be up as well – this wasn’t typical as she worked afternoons, but she was already having coffee downstairs. She was still in a thin, kimono-style robe that she owned (kind of [like this](http://i.imgur.com/VQPUSOu.jpg)), with a tank top on underneath. She was sitting at our countertop and I couldn’t see what she had on for pants, but it looked like only panties or short shorts. Read more »

[MF] Creampied the cop’s wife. [cheating][pic]

This one is probably going to get me killed, guys.

I met Tina a few years ago after one of my DJ sets. I had finished up and was selling t-shirts at my merch table when she approached me with her husband. We all made some pleasant small talk, they bought a shirt, and we parted ways.

I woke up the next morning to a friend request from Tina, which I accepted. We didn’t talk much for the first few months – a like here, a comment there was the extent of our friendship.

Things changed one night when my then-wife and I got drunk and “as a joke” started soliciting Facebook friends for a threesome. We’d made a post asking if anyone wanted to come to our place for some drinks, truth or dare, and “whatever happens.”

Rightfully, our post went ignored by most of our friends and we forgot about it, going back to our drinking. Later that night my phone dinged with a Facebook message from Tina:

“I’m game if you guys are serious.”

Along with the message was a photo of her laying in her bed naked. I guess this is a good time to describe Tina. Read more »

[M]y Hurricane Harvey [F]es[t]vitiy

Let me start by apologizing for my grammar. I am dyslexic and on my phone. It’s a disaster waiting to happen but I really want to tell this story as i have kept it mostly in for the past year and half.

Background: I was 27 and miserable in an overworked:underpaid job working for a start up supplier to the oil refineries along Houston’s ports. 6am-6pm+ days of scheduling trucking, handling techs and turning wrench’s. We were super busy leading up to the hurricane because our product was about to be in heavy demand.

This job had taken most of my time but also got me in pretty good shape since one of my techs and I did “prison” body weight workouts all day. This shape afforded me more success in dating than i had seen before. I am 6’ brown hair baby faced, 190, and would be ripped if I didn’t like beer. Read more »

Neighbor favour.

I live on a dead end street, all the neighbors are in the 30-40’s range and we all like to have a few drinks on the weekends, have bonfires, play games, pool parties etc.

One specific couple we will call Adam and Sharon have a strange relationship. Adam is not the jealous type at all. He tends to drink to much and be a little obnoxious at times. He also has a tendency to hit on everyone else’s wife but neglect his own. Sharon is an average sized blonde, very athletic, the soccer type. She has very small breast and I must admit I’ve checked them out several times while she was sporting a bikini at our block pool parties. Sharon is very flirtatious and after a few drinks can get a little touchy. The attention she begs for from Adam is very noticeable and she clearly does not get the satisfaction she wants.

Over the last few months I’ve noticed her hitting on me more and getting very touchy. Like laughing at one of my dumb jokes and grabbing onto my arms as if to hold her self up. Adam has been away working and comes home every other weekend only to fly back out the following Monday. So she must be getting lonely all by herself. Read more »