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My wife is a showoff and I love it [FM]

Yup, I’m a sucker for it. The wifey (40) has an incredible body and I can’t get enough of other guys getting a peek. Instead of going too in depth with any of these stories, allow me to present a quick Cliff’s Notes of some favorites I remember.

One Fourth of July we were partying into the early hours of the morning. We heard a few trucks rumbling through the neighborhood and thought “sheesh, it sucks that anyone has to work this early on a holiday.” So my wife went outside in just a robe and waited for the next one to pass. When he did, he got a complete flash… and left us an appreciative honk.

Once we were drinking with a friend who was lonely and he was whining about it. “Hey.” I said… “How about showing him your boobs?”
“I don’t have anything to be ashamed of!” she said as she lifted her top. Five minutes later the friend was moping again, I said “at least you saw some boobs” and he claimed he didn’t see them (?) so she did it again. Read more »

This just in… Part II – The Pizza Party [FF]

Just tuning in? [Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8zpwo3/this_just_in_ff/) is there (in the blue) (yes yes the link) (no you have to click it)

I honestly spent some time quickly contemplating my next move. The evil little conscious on my shoulder is whispering, “Go. Quick. You’re not that high and you aren’t even buzzed. Go into the other room, get changed, and let’s do this! Don’t be a p-“. Then whack. Fairy Godmother is beating her ‘evil conscious’ nemesis ass over the head with some sparkl-ey wand. “How” whack “fucking” whack “many” whack “times” whack whack “have I told you that ….. SHE IS A GOOD GIRL!! AAAAHHH” whack whack whack. I hear some gunfire exchange, and poof they are both gone. Fuck it. I’ll entertain this…but my clothes are staying on- “No they aren’t” bang bang. Not certain who dropped who, but I digress….. And the smoke cleared. Read more »

The time a Cougar taught me anal sex [M][F]

There’s something exhilarating about meeting a stranger for intimacy. I’m not insinuating that the connotation reflects outright debauchery, but my cock always stirs at the thought of becoming acquainted with the newness. I had been using Tinder on/off for a few years, but for the most part, to no avail. I’d fallen into the typical trap of seeing the same ladies on the online dating app, but unfortunately, used the device as more of a way to pass the time as opposed to landing critical hits. I came to understand that my awkward, goofy attitude just didn’t compute into Tinder’s algorithm the way I had hoped it would. Let’s face it: I loved posting pictures of my cat and I, I was still in school trying to finish my second degree, and my hobbies included video games, playing guitar, and Magic: the Gathering. I stood 5’ 10” on a good day, topped with a mop of hair, the color of which was a cross between blonde and brunette as if they had gotten into a street brawl and my color was the messy aftermath, and I had packed on some pounds after discovering craft beer tasted very good. I still had my wide shouldered frame but had a slight pudge above my waist that hadn’t existed 2 years prior. To wrap up my background, I was single at the time of this story, and had been for close to 2 years. Coincidence lent heavily against me, no pun intended. Read more »

I fucked on the first date [MF]

There’s a first time for everything…

I matched with this super cute Asian dude. He looked a little like a bro, all muscles and great hair and floral tank tops. Right off the bat he was asking what I was into. He asked about spanking, hair pulling, choking, bondage, slapping, verbal degradation, a couple others I don’t remember but wish I did. I said spanking and hair pulling were a definite yes, and although I hadn’t experienced the others before, I’d try anything once, wink wink.

The first night we met we saw a movie and ended up back in his car. We talked for a long while about past relationships, personal struggles, really deep shit that truly doesn’t belong in a first date but I loved it. He was so smart and I enjoy sex (or whatever was about to happen that night) so much more after I’ve dug into a person’s brain a little.

Finally we started making out. Slowly at first, but suddenly we were both fairly ravenous for each other. He was breathing hard, gripping the back of my neck, running his fingers through my hair and pulling lighting, then not so lightly. He pulled my head back and kissed my neck as I fumbled with his shirt, wanting to feel more of his skin. Read more »

Foolish (cheating, oral, workplace)

He wanted his fingers drenched in her sent. He wanted his lips to taste of her. Already his dreams were filled with her, the length of his showers because of her as he stroked his cock to the way she moved her hips, to how her chest grew round and stiff when she stretched and that teasing sliver of her midriff was exposed.

How she bit the end of pens with full, pink lips across the table from him during board meetings as he took extensive notes.

Just how she looked.

And how she looked right through him.

Vinn had been at the company two years, surprised he enjoyed the work when he’d only applied in desperation. He hadn’t noticed her initially, just another employee who worked a few floors above him while he pushed paper. Besides, he wasn’t in the habit of ogling woman, he was married with children. If he looked it was briefly and with the dull wanting of a man who slaved long hours and came home to children.

He noticed her first when she stopped short of smacking the back of his head with a file he’d composed. Instead, slammed it down on his desk and with absolutely no passion in her voice told him, “Take another look at this.” Read more »

My Cousin’s 18th [ff] [incest]

Me and my cousin Ashley always got on well together. I was an only child and spent a lot of time with her on play dates when my parents were splitting up. After particularly vicious arguments between mom and dad, mom would bring me to her sister’s to stay the night. This started happening more and more frequently until mom and dad finally got the hint. By that point, Ashley and me were inseparable. She was two years younger than me so I became like a big sister to her. We would share beds and spend hours playing hairdresser with each other. I taught her how to plait her hair. In return, she accidentally cut a chunk of mine off (I had to wear a hat in school for 3 months until it grew back). She became my escape, my confidant, my partner in crime. That was until my parents actually got divorced and I moved away with mom. Read more »

My Cousin’s 18th [ff]

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Making love to my boyfriend on a cold winter night

My boyfriend had come over to my apartment for the night on a cold snowy Maine evening. After spending time talking about our days and drinking some brandy, we got ready for bed and spooned for a while, revelling in the the warm cocoon of each others’ presence under the blankets. Between exchanging stories, we were giving each other these little butterfly kisses: just a touch of his lips on mine, me softly brushing mine against his, pulling one lip into my mouth, sucking gently, hint of tongue. Eventually we stopped talking, and let the kissing speak instead. At one point, we were making out for so long and I was so focused that I forgot not to hold my breath! I turned to him, breathlessly giggled and told him so, and put my cheek onto his chest to gulp some much needed air in. He laughed and asked if I was okay, rubbing my back. I finally caught my breath and turned over to get some more spooning time, and he wound his arms all around me just like I like it. But he went further, brushing his lips against the nape of my neck – instant shivers. My spine was tingling as he went back, kissing softly across my shoulders, under my ears, at the base of my neck, adding gentle licks in between. Slowly, he took one hand and cupped a breast, kneading it, rolling the nipple. That combined with the attention he was giving to my neck was a fucking sensory overload. Read more »