Sharing my wife with her hung fwb [MFM]

Backstory: My wife Jess(29) is a 5’6 brunette with a perfectly shaped ass and nicely proportionate B cups (with a great personality of course). I’m 30, 5’8 with blond hair, blue eyes and a pretty average penis (a bonus when it came to anal). We’re both quite active so we’re fairly slim too. One night we invited Jess’ fwb Kyle over for a threesome. Kyle(22) is 6’1, well-muscled and has a thick 8 inch cock – watching my wife being fucked by a huge cock has always been a huge turn on for me.

**Story: Jess and I had a pretty normal evening apart from her having some wine to get in the mood for the night. When Kyle came over, we had a round of drinks together before heading to the bedroom.

At Jess’s instruction, Kyle sat down on the bed and watched she slowly stripped in front of him. She slid of her tank top and then her shorts revealing black, lacy lingerie. Watching from behind, I had a great view of her swaying her hips seductively. She undid her bra and slowly bent over, sticking her ass up she took off her panties.

The Feeling of Gold [MF] [Fantasy] [Bondage] [Non con]

The moans of pleasure were just a little louder than the whimpers of pain, and that’s how Dvini liked it. He stalked down the hallway, putting the sounds of debauchery behind him. A pair of squat, square-faced Dwarf guards nodded at him as he passed. They spun their cudgels which they kept just in case a slave broke loose. It didn’t happen often, but it was better to be safe.

Dvini hated losing a profit.

The cool air of the slave dungeons gave way to the muggy heat of the southern jungle as Dvini stepped outside. Short, shabby wooden buildings rose around him in lopsided tiers. The sounds of commerce and coin pricked his ears. Seagulls cawed overhead. Somewhere, far off, he heard the bell ringing, declaring that a large ship was entering port.

He had a meeting and shouldered his way into the crowd. Being a Licani, he stood out because of his extreme height. People craned their necks to look at him. The Dwarves and half-breeds didn’t even bother.

Gotta Catch ‘Em All: [M]y Favorite Memories of My Favorite Sluts

I’m a regular ol’ mid-30s white guy, living in a big East Coast city, who has had his share of fun experiences fucking, domming, using girls I’ve met on Tinder, OKCupid, Reddit, Craigslist (RIP!) or otherwise. I wanted to share some memories, albeit brief, of my favorites. I’m a man-slut, in other words.

These are the memories that I really turn to that get me hard immediately and get me off faster than porn does. (Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent)

Cristina I met on Tinder, and she was the tiniest girl I’ve ever fucked. She was about 4’10 and, I don’t know, 90 pounds. A Latina from Argentina, she was completely flat chested, like completely, and honestly that added to the hotness when she asked me if I liked fucking her tiny little girl pussy. The first time we met, she dropped her head between my legs and licked my asshole without request.

Later, she was the first and only girl I experimented with playing as a sub for. Not really for me, but it was fun! She wanted me to call her Mommy while I sucked her clit.

Unconfirmed Reports [MF] [blowjob, deepthroating] [anal]

*The United States, in the late 2000’s*

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The road was long and weary, two lanes stretching out to the horizon amongst the desert plains and rocky mountains. I was always glad to be on the road, seeing the sunsets and sunrises behind the wheel, rather than be cooped up in Headquarters.

“The FBI certainly doesn’t take reports like this lightly.” I joked outloud, looking over to my folder. If they really gave a shit about some unconfirmed reports of an illegal sex cult, they would’ve sent more than me.

My life is expendable and mediocre – and trust me, my boss knows. Doesn’t think I’m worth being on homicide, or sting ops, or drug busts. Hell, I could go missing, and would anyone even notice?

But still, I was grateful for the road anyway. At the end of the journey, hours away, a small American town as old as gold rush days. For now just blue clouds lining the distance, and an empty road.

Eventually I came upon a gas station. I pulled in to the old station,the pumps were old fashion but mixed with new ones – a brandless gas station out in the middle of nowhere, the closest civilization is the nearby town – the target of my investigation. A single car is outback.

[FM] I want to be your anal slut

You’ve paused. The tip of your dick pressing against my asshole. I’m on my front, practically quivering with anticipation, yet trying to relax. You’re thicker than I’ve taken in a while.

But we’ve prepared. I’ve been wearing my plug for you. Before you pushed me into my stomach-so I could submit to you- you prepped me, played with me. Gently fucking my ass with your fingers and tongue, teasing, licking, nipping my round cheeks. Until I’m begging for more. Something bigger.

Finally! You push your cock into my twitching asshole. I love this moment. I wish I had video of my ass being penetrated. I’d watch it every time I got off. Deep breath. Get accustomed to the feeling. You’re stretching my ass and I’m loving it. I feel so full.

I want you to grab my waist and fuck me. Mark my neck. Make me want to come. Every thrust, electric. My nipples scraping the blanket. My ass aching with pleasure. Fuck I want more.

RAOMD turned RAOBS (Balls sucking) [MF] – Session 2

[First Session](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bmcq8o/mf_new_name_same_raomd_shenanigans/)

Riley wanted an introduction to humiliation/feeling of being used. I never like to go full force with an inquisitive partner so I reeled it back and kept it semi-vanilla.

I sat on the couch, across from the TV and I made her sit on my right side. She waited patiently while I found something to watch on Netflix. I put on Girls Wanted.

As the doc started, I grabbed her by the hair, lifted by right leg and forced her face underneath my thighs. I adjusted and got comfortable… she was now under my balls with her face across my thighs.

I told her that she was going to wash every inch of me and by the end I better have my balls drenched. She started slowly and I i kept a finger in her pussy to make sure she was being properly motivated.

As I’m watching the doc and she’s going to work, I start to tell her how worthless she is in the bedroom and how those butterface, wannabe girls are 10 times better. How she couldn’t even it make it through the front doors… the usual stuff.

Ivy’s Fall from Innocence [Cuckold] [Cheating] [Con DubCon] [Porn] [Mf] [Anal] [Interracial] [Breeding] [Polygamy] [Sharing] [Alcohol] [Fsub] [Mdom] [Oral] [Unprotected sex] [Voy]

A normal spring night, where everything was peaceful and quiet here in this particular suburb of the city. The houses all along that particular stretch of road were the simple single story home’s, they were of the kind you would find common here in this part of the country. The people that live along here go about their daily lives uneventfully with the same usual daily routine.

Day in and day out, again and again the people along this street never ever had a thought of changing their lives. That might slightly differ or change their monotonous existence. That couple taking their daily walks, the old grandmother that’s sitting out on the patio of her home just staring into space, that neighbours young son sitting on the lawn playing with the mud, the usual joggers that move on up and down the sidewalk pavements. All of them repeating the same pattern from one day to the next.

1 Extra Credit Field Trip 14-16[mFfffF][fantasy][light-bd][group]

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They each ate their respective treats, and each woman felt an absolutely overwhelmingly powerful lust within that clouded the mind until each touched themselves in a haze. Their hands grabbing at themselves and each other. The small area on which they stood grew as though magically until it contained enough room for two of them to lie end to end as well as what appeared to be a large bed or sofa for them to use.

Calvin’s candy made his cock stand straight out as though it wished to scream “Get your hands off me!”

“Now you pass the third and final test!”

“Let’s keep this professional, Calvin….” Silvia said with a sigh, her hands running over Calvin’s chest and stomach.

“Your final test is this: which of your women do you prefer in bed?” The voice boomed.

In his drunken lustful state, Calvin struggled to think anything constructive, his mind focusing on the three naked women surrounding him.

“I prefer them each! They work as a team!” Calvin stated proudly.

“So be it! Now, which position!?!” The voice called.

[M]y 2nd European rendezvous & a day of some [F]iery fucking.

Hey redditors! Kinkyleejellybean here, finally got some action. Whoo.

So this is going to be about two different men I met at two separate times.

I met my second European, Aa, he was in Los Angeles for a business trip. I answered to his post. I figured, hey I’m never going to see him again, why not?
I got off work, I meet him at the meet up place. Tall, with the most serene grayish-greenish eyes ever. His hotel was sort of far, well for me. It was in Long Beach, and I had to cross two bridges, which btw, gave me excitement because I’ve never seen them or been over them before. (Shows that I don’t get out much and I’ve lived in Los Angeles my whole life ahaha) the whole drive we had such a fun conversation. Like genuinely getting along with someone before doing anything is awesome because being comfortable before any type of intimacy is key to making sure everything goes smoothly. so we step out and as we approach the hotel, I make comments on how you can smell the ocean, ahaha. Seriously, excited by the smell of the ocean and he was the one from Amsterdam. It just was funny and we connected well.

Late-night coffee break [FM][Noncon][Watersports][Violence][Humiliation][First person]

When I left the club, I had barely drunk my first glass of vodka. Being the only single in the group sucks, and even more so when I have to fend off douchebags trying to grope me while my two friends are busy making out with their guys.

My own dress is also betraying me; while perfectly suited to the stuffy air and the dancing, in all its glistening golden glory, it now seems way too inadequate against the spring night breeze. As I’m walking the street, my heels loudly warn everyone in a two-block radius of my coming. I guess I must be walking as angrily as I am looking right now.

Suddenly, the click-clack stops, as I see in the corner of my eye a neon sign signaling “OPEN”. It’s not a bar, or a club, just a regular diner-late night coffee heaven kind of place. What I wouldn’t give right now for a cup of coffee. Sure, the place looks empty – I’m not sure I can see an employee inside actually – but hell, I can even brew it myself. And it will give me some respite from my broody, cold walk home.