The morning I[M] fucked my Ex[F] 11 times, in public [Part 3]

This it the final part of my long (really long) story. I posted this yesterday, but my Reddit App was acting odd, so I’m posting it again. For the ones who’ve managed to read it all, thank you in advance! And thanks everyone who DMed me with positive feedback. If you’ve missed the previous parts:

[[Part 1]](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rqxad8/the_morning_im_fucked_my_exf_11_times_in_public/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) & [[Part 2]](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rogsdt/the_morning_im_fucked_my_exf_11_times_in_public/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Part 3 – If in a church, get on your knees and pray

We sat next to the monument for a while, recovering from the insane morning we were having. I sat on the top step with my back leaning on the monument, while she sat in the lower step between my legs, leaning against my torso.

“I can’t believe what we’ve been doing. I’ll definitely remember this day for the rest of my life” – She said.

By now, we’d fucked 5 times in just over 2 hours. Everyone says it’s all about the quality, not quantity, but guys and gals let me tell you, all of them were amazing.

“What would you’ve done if that person had kept walking towards us?”, she asked

I smiled, looked again to the sky and paused for a few seconds:

The Professor and his Tamed Brat Pt.2 [F/M] (Lindsey’s perspective) {tags: Handjob, Blowjob, Somnophilia, Deepthroat, Excessive Cum}

All characters are 18+

New rules!!! <this> means internal monologue, I apologize for any confusion in the last entry. Also, I’ll add additional tags in the title from now on and start to focus more on the sex scenes instead of character development as well. Thank you so much for your kind words 🤗

8:00 am- at The Collins’s residence

*Yawn* <Whew, its morning already? Ugh, its so cramped in here and with his heavy arms on me I can barely move.. do I wake him up?>

“Professor~” I sweetly whispered. <He’s knocked out cold. That’s just like him, he refuses to half-ass anything. I may as well just squirm my way out then.>

I awkwardly wiggled and slithered my way below his grasp and onto the carpet. I got up and looked back at his precious handsome face. His muscular mass, his burly chest, his hairy arms displayed out from his folded up sleeves. <Mmm~ and those *hands!* They fit on my waist so well. I so hope he uses them on other parts of me too.. ew no no I have to take my mind off of it now or I’m gonna get horny again. I need to look presentable atleast before he wakes up, I bet I look like a total banshee.>

[M]y wife has given me a threesome for my bday almost every year since college.

A few months ago a girl I knew from high school posted on her fairly popular, +20k follower, Insta page. She posted a box for her followers to leave a dirty secret. I ignored it at first and kept scrolling, but it had me thinking about all the crazy shit I have been through and I had to go back to drop a dirty secret.

That secret being that my wife has given me a threesome for my birthday almost every year since our 2nd year of college.

There were a few other pretty kinky secrets we have but this one seemed to be the type that would play well on social media but is also based 100% on true events. The girl who posted originally on Insta and I had a short conversation about the details and it got me thinking. The more I thought the more details I remembered. When I brought it up to my wife and she reminded me of even more details and even a threesome I had completely forgot about or at least hadn’t thought about for years. This has ultimately lead me to create this account with then intent, I guess, to build a memoir of these experiences.

My wife’s unexpected coffee date [MF]

My wife Dee and I have an open relationship, with certain parameters. We have to give each other the heads up, we generally like to both be present when hijinks ensue, and we like to both participate when possible. This last one had to go by the wayside, but it was too good to pass up. Dee’s 24, a curvy little blonde woman, and game for pretty much anything. If it gets people off, it gets her off. But one of her favorite fetishes is older men. She likes fucking dudes old enough to be her dad. So maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when I got a text from her while I was at home playing guitar while she was at coffee with her best friend. “Hey are the sheets clean?” What a weird question. I told her yes, and asked why. “Mandy left and a guy started talking to me.” And then an eggplant emoji. We didn’t have any plans the rest of the day so I told her that if she wanted to bring him back, as long as he was game for me watching, I was up for it.

[24M] A fantasy of mine, I’d love to fuck my former nurse..

I’ve been going in and out of the hospitals for years, sometimes I’m admitted for some time. I’ve had this fantasy for as long as I can remember and it’s still sitting in me so deeply.

It’s about the fantasy, of a nurse who finds me irresistible and can’t help herself so she has sex with me on the hospital bed and in the hospital sort of private room shower.

Here goes;
I’ve always had a lot of confidence and high self esteem, I know I’m a good looking man whom always flirts with whomever I find attractive and it’s always been a pleasure to do even without anything further happening other than perhaps brightening a woman’s day.

I’ve been lucky the times I’ve been admitted to the hospital with cute nurses and I’ve done some more or less innocent flirting, only because I know it’s frowned upon to act at all of these feelings.

Free use Christmas [MF]

My BF and I have recently started exploring the free use lifestyle, and it’s been such an amazing adventure for us. We both also enjoy public fun, things like hiding a slutty secret when we have to be civilised in front of other people etc etc. I decided to make the most of this over Christmas.

We stayed with my BF’s parents for a few days over the holidays. Kinky little me was thinking of ways to slut it up during our stay, and I remembered the bracelet I wear for free use, as a signal to say that “I’m up for a free use session”. I snuck it into my pocket and took my panties off just before we left for theirs, didn’t tell my BF about it.

Became his little anal slut [MF]

At the height of lockdown this year, I ended up fucking a guy close to me for a long weekend. It was incredible, we basically fucked for four days straight and he catered to all my fantasies (dp, light bondage,…) and I was just so sore and so satisfied after.

Sadly, instead of it becoming a regular thing everytime my SO was out of town (at least once a month) he ended it as soon as it had begun. I did give him a blowjob once after that weekend, but he didn’t want to fuck me that day. After some struggling from my part, we reverted to being somewhat “friends” again and it was actually good.

A Chain of Events

[Part. 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/of574m/a_chain_of_events/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

The rest of my shift seemed to fly by seeing as we had actually gotten pretty busy as the night continued. It went relatively smoothly aside from the giggles from the other waitresses but none more then from Connie and especially Morgan. Every time I went to the kitchen to place or pick up an order Shaun and Andrew would call me Nutty, a nickname they had come up with since I was wearing what they liked to call “nut huggers”. Morgan and Connie kept joking and messing around with me, Connie would purposely drop her pen from the hostess pedestal saying “oops… would you mind picking that up for me you, strapping young lad?” while looking at me in the eyes giving an obnoxious amount of eyelash flickers. The first couple of times I would laugh it off and walk away, and each time I could here a whistle be thrown out in my direction which I would just laugh at. I couldn’t tell if Connie was being malicious or flirtatious, but I had never seen her smile so much, I never noticed how cute her smile was.

The Twin Part 1

This story takes place after The First but before The Enlarger. This is my third go at erotica and to be honest fictional writing in general so be gentle. Loosely based on real events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent.

Andrew’s popularity as an up and coming young photographer was growing exponentially and talk of his talents had spread around his high school like wildfire. A prominent photography magazine had published an interview with him and had included some of his work in the article. It mostly focussed on his street photography and long term portrait project with his peers but there were a couple of artistic nude photos in there too. This article had been noticed by a couple of the local newspapers and they had decided to interview him as well. This more mainstream attention of course filtered down to his school. Who were the mysterious nude women in Andrew’s photos? Was one of them really Miss Hart the art teacher? Someone’s Dad reckons his brother once drew her nude at the library. It was all hearsay of course as involved parties were keeping tight lipped and also keeping their distance from each other at school, after school however was another story.

What if… My GF Didn’t Get Amnesia [M/F] Ch. 6

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=== ***Raissa*** ===

He is… different, is all I can say.

He is more romantic than Victor. He pays a little bit more attention to me. He visits me at work, and he does not shy away from kisses after I suck his cock.

He is different. In a good way.

We are betrayed by the same person, Anna. While I do not harbor any more ill feeling towards her for stealing Salazar from me, I do have a newfound dislike for her in how she has treated Chris, who defended her when she needed him the most. I can only hope that Chris has not been broken by her betrayal.

I feel closer to Chris than I have with Victor. I feel at ease, like I do not have to try and be this person I am not. Victor liked a quiet, docile girl who does as she is told, and I played that role for as long as I could. Chris wants me to be myself. He wants me to be me.

So, I showed him who I truly am, and he is quite receptive to it. Receptive as in he didn’t take any shit from me and dished it right back to me.