Thinking of you (yes, you) while playing with a complete stranger (m+f)

I don’t even know where to start. I should probably start by thanking you. Last year was one of my most challenging years ever, both personally and career-wise. It wasn’t a happy year. It was, for the most part, a year of isolation and angst. The one bright spot was you.

I moved to NYC for work. I was hoping to love it. I didn’t. In fact, it made my life hell. Somehow, though, it brought me here. To you. I “discovered” reddit last year. In doing so, I discovered a community, and a forum in which I could be open and explore. You may have seen me post here before. I started posting when I started exploring group sex. I came across an article about it that piqued my interest; Im certain I’ve come across that same article before, but for some reason this time was different. It sent me on a google deep dive on the topic of swinging, which eventually brought me here. I read your stories of group sex, learned of the culture and norms, and even etiquette. As you’ve read, I took that learning and applied it

Husband (f)inally unlocks the (m)agical doorway to a better world. There is hope for us all!

First time storyteller, but I'm too fucking excited not to share it all.

Background: my wife and I have been married for ten years this summer (after 3 years dating in college). I am an average build 6foot 32year old brown haired white guy; 175lbs and average fitness for a professional office worker. My wife is about 5'10, red head, elementary school teacher about 135lbs with a decent exercise routine and a hot mom body for having 3 kids.

I have been the more sexually adventurous one, always pushing the boundaries where I can, but for the most part being shamed back in my corner. My wife is very conservative and has always said she wants to "do sex differently", but for the most part that means more candles lit and a different section of the bed. My wife has NEVER seen porn (so of course it has been my duty to consume enough to fulfill both our quotas), gets mad at the mention of anything different than vanilla sex, hates sex toys (I tried), and well we can just sum it all up here by saying that she has never masterbated and refuses to even touch herself while we have sex.

The Leggy Blonde Part 3

Well, we caught feelings for each other. The writing in this is a lot more intimate and passionate since we are no longer just hooking up. Also, I never gave our ages: Olivia 22, myself 24. If you don't want the details jump to the BOLD section below.

I was debating what to do, I wanted to see Olivia more consistently, but I didn’t know what she was looking for. I asked her out for drinks Saturday evening, it seemed like the right move, casual (like our 2 hook ups in the last week) but more just a bit more. If she wanted FWB then this wasn't too strong of a "date" but if she wanted a relationship then this was just a stepping stone.

She parked around the corner from my apartment and texted me where, I told her not to move I'd be right there to pick her up. She was sitting in her car when I pulled up; she got out revealing herself in a flower print sundress. She looked amazing wearing it. The top covered her perky handfuls but showed a lot of her chest above them with medium straps, it tapered to hug her waist and the bottom was loose and cut above mid thigh on her. Before I could get out to greet her, she had slid into the passenger seat and leaned over for a kiss. Which I happily gave. My car, being a stick shift, gave me ample opportunity to spy those glorious legs and move my hand to her knee between shifts, which put a big smile on her face.

[M]y first big black cock

Sorry about the long post guys but there were a lot of details I wanted to include!

A little about me. I'm 27, masculine bi, white, with a ripped/lean build. My best quality physically would have to be my big bubble butt. I get compliments about it from a lot of women and even some men. I'm a bottom and have only fucked 5 guys my entire life, 4 white and 1 Latino. And I finally got my chance to get fucked by a black cock just a week ago.

Last Friday night, I decided to grab some dinner with a friend of mine in Hollywood. After we were done, my friend offered to give me a ride home but I told him I'd uber it. It was only a 25 minute drive anyway. I made my way down the street and stood at the corner of the street trying to call a ride and behind me were 2 black guys just hanging out and chatting. Both were good-looking, pretty dark, and very huge/muscular.

A newly bisexual [m]an’s third ti[m]e gets kinky.

I wasn’t sure why I even kept doing it. I'd experimented with other men a few times before, but they were all fairly neutral experiences, and I was, and still am, certain that women are my ultimate desire. Still, I have these episodes where I get so sexually frustrated, excited, and curious, that I am compelled to lust for men.

So that is what brought me to Trailer Guy. I guess you might call him white trash, but he's kind of endearing to me, maybe a step above that. Still, Not exactly the type of person I would introduce my friends to. He was in his mid-thirties (me in mid-twenties), lived in a trailer park, drove a pickup, wore a baseball hat all the time, average height, goatee, not exactly handsome, but not ugly. He just looked like a guy, you know? We met online, had some drinks and played pool. I'd been with him before, driving to his trailer discreetly in the middle of the night. So though I'd done this before, I was nervous this time, driving to his place. I was asking myself 'why do you keep doing this?' My hands got cold from my nerves.

Work Place Adventures! [MF]

Hey there, my name is Ray. I’ve been working at this bowling alley for 5 years now and I must say that my coworkers are an interesting group of people! Let me tell you about Sarah. She’s 21, 6 foot, blonde hair down to her shoulders and legs that seem to go on forever. Now myself and Sarah have always flirted from time to time and she’s hinted at the possibility of hooking up in the past, but I’ve never acted on it because you really shouldn’t mix sex and work, that all changed last week.

“Ugh, remind me never to do anything for my family again” Sarah announced.

I looked around and noticed that we were the only two in the building so she had to have been talking to me.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I’ve just been helping my family out with some financial issues and they continue to suck me dry. They all claim they’re going to pay me back but I’ve been waiting almost a year for some of them and I’m pretty sure I’m just never going to see that money again.”

[F]ucking [m]y roommate and her boy[f]riend

Five months ago, I moved in with a girl I met online. My roommate, Andrea, is 24 and works full time. However, I am 19 years old and in college. Initially, the age gap felt weird. But eventually we got along great despite the age difference.

She told me in the beginning that her bf would spend the night every now and then. It was great at first but eventually it felt like having a 3rd roommate. I asked my roommate and she was great and understanding about it.

I like my roommate. I like my roommate's SO. But hearing them bang around makes me feel unhappy. Her bf has a thing of bouncing the bed several inches off the floor and screaming her name during the night(WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! OH Andrea! WHAM! Oh ANDREA! OH! OH! ANDREA!!! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!)

It sounded as if the whole damn floor above was going to come crashing through. Afterwards, she would later scream back (OH GOD! OH GOD! OHHHHHHHHHGOD OHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOH) and later giggle for the rest of the night.

Watching my wife Pt 2 link to part one in the comments.

"So when do you want to do it", he asked. They were laying in bed on a Saturday morning, they had been home from the cruise for a week and had settled back in to their routine and hadn't really discussed the matter.

"Do what", she asked.

"Our taxes" he said sarcastically. "Have Brian and Chris over, duh."

"Oh, are we still doing that", she joked with an evil grin.

"Fuck it, let's call it off".

"No need to get huffy, babe I'm just messing with you".

"Same here, sweetie"

"Well this weekend is out because my mother is coming over", she said.

"Hell that old slut would probably want to join in, talk about killing my boner".

"That's just mean", she said slapping him on the back.

"You know I love your mother, babe".

"Yeah well I'm going to tell her what you said", she said sticking her tongue out at him.

He laughed and said, "Yeah, you're going to tell her that you are planning on screwing two guys while I watch, and that I said she would want to join in. You just do that babe."

Small blonde girl gangbanged by 4 black guys for weed.

Small, hot white blue eyed, blonde university girl fucks a black gang for weed.

I was 20 years old, in university and I wanted to get high as fuck.

"Yo Falzetto got anything?"

"Nah Sammy sorry I'm dry, the whole fuckin campus is dry. Some big raid just happened and nobody's got any."

"Fuck." I said as I hung up. I thought of who I knew off campus. When the cops did big raids it would sometimes take a month or so for good supply to return to the city, and during that time prices would skyrocket. I only had $100 to get me through the next while until my parents took pity on me and wired me some more cash.

I was living in a small apartment just off campus with three former friends, we had a big falling out last month about dishes and shit, it was always tough in University to actually get along with housemates for a full semester.

I racked my brain trying to think of people I knew off campus who may have. Generally us more normal suburban white types would be the last to have, in the weed food chain it was the blacks or Tamils to always have.

Better Days Haven’t Came Since The Day I (M) Reconnected with My Ex-Girlfriend (F) – [Part III]

Continuing the story of me and an ex-girlfriend. This one is a big jump in what we proceeded to venture between each other, that’s why it’s considerably longer. You can find previous stories here:

Part II: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3l2fn6/better_days_havent_came_since_the_day_i_m/

The weekend couldn’t have gone by any slower. I was anticipating Monday to come around so that we could see each other again. When it finally did, I didn’t see her until later the afternoon…she was running late that morning. A couple thoughts ran through my head: she might have regretted what we had done, I might have taken things too fast, she wasn’t ready to become that intimate with someone yet, maybe she got into trouble at home? I wasn’t sure, though it didn’t dwell on my mind for long as my day got progressively busy with classes.

Three o’clock came around and so did the bell, I walked around looking for her and nothing. I figured she was stuck with a teacher, so I met up with some of my friends to shoot the shit. After a few hours we all part ways and I headed home, though I didn’t get far without seeing her.