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Her birthday surprise, with my girlfriend and her husband [MFM]

Alan and Garrett, best friends learning to ride motorcycles? Fawning over the same girl?

Or as just friends? Alan and Marie passionately dating, Garrett coping poorly with platonic relationships?

There’s no going back far enough, as we’ll always miss out on whatever childhood epochs that lead to Alan’s on again/off again best friend Garrett to have groupsex with his wife Marie.

The setup was perfect, her birthday weekend, MDMA at an EDM concert tying off a getaway a few towns over with a bed large enough to sleep three.

Both Garrett and Alan had known Marie had her heart set on a three-some as a lifelong dream through her own adolescent sexual awakening. But for most the their relationship, Alan wrestled with the closed and disjointed approach so common to men’s sexuality. Wherein sharing his wife with another was an attack on the value and self-worth of himself as a man.

Garrett was less hung up on social mores as a matter of principle, and he had to be as Marie’s lover. He actively participated in a romantic relationship that would be actively shunned by most. They all did. Garrett just saw this as the next step as Marie’s paramour. Read more »

My husband asked me to hate fuck my ex BF on our honeymoon [MF]

Some context: My husband and I are happily married and lead a ‘hotwife’ lifestyle.

During our honeymoon, there was a night that I will never forget. My husband had planned and prepared this special night for me. A surprise, I knew nothing about it, and trusted him completely as my husband and as my Dom. As we were riding the hotel elevator up, I was nervous with anticipation. Earlier that day, my husband had me go to the spa, to get pampered and ready. Then off to the salon to get my hair and makeup done. Finally back to our room, where he dressed me in a black, tight bimbo dress. Paired with a set of designer high heels, I screamed my new role, his trophy slut.

When we arrived at the hotel room, knocked on the door. I could hear a man inside, answer allowing us to enter the room. As we walked in, I could see a familiar figure and face. As he turned around and revealed himself, I realized that this man was actually one of my ex boyfriends. Needless to say that I was shocked and surprised as I practically gasped. Read more »

The Hottest Night of My Life [FFM]

The following events took place summer, 2011 in a place known to the locals as “Iowa Fuckin’ City.” I feel the need to write this story down, as I’m getting older and even though I probably never could forget that night, I don’t want to forget the slightest detail.

It was as normal a night as you get in Iowa City—house parties in every residence, drunk kids in every direction, bad decisions at every turn.

I hadn’t lived there more than a couple months, and though I’d always *heard* how easy it was to get laid in IC, I hadn’t had much luck yet.

This night my roommates and I went to a buddies’ party at the apartments on Gilbert. We’d been there multiple times, but this time the whole place was shoulder-to-shoulder with people. Beer pong in one bedroom, pot smoking in another, probably miscellaneous drugs in the third.

My buddies and I escaped to the pong room where there was slightly more space and less noise, but a long wait for the table. No pong for us. I BS’d with my long-time friend and roommate at the time, and eventually made our way back into the hallway to the living room. Read more »

the Librarian and Mary: Part 2[MFF]

The Librarian and Mary part 2 with pics: [MFF] [LONG]

This is the third part of my story about the Librarian. This story is longs so I have broken it into sections but I couldn’t leave any out as they all played a part in how the night unfolded {background, drugs, fighting, massaging and of course the sex). Jump to whatever section you want. Sorry for the grammar mistakes but its so fecking late.

The other stories are here:
https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8k8lk1/mf_the_librarian_and_the_egg_public/ [part 1]
https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8l2198/the_library_mary_we_fuck_while_my_classmate/ [part 2]

Mary was in my class at college, repeating the term and was scheduled to leave for good on monday . She and I always flirted but I was with Emily. Emily was a librarian in our college university and was close to 10 years older than me. She was engaged to a guy in the states where she was returning at the end of the year. She thought I didn’t know this but I had found out and didn’t let on I knew. When we met she was very shy sexually but with me she started to explore as I would be gone at the end of the year and we never mixed friends so no one would find out. Her thing, we soon found out was risky public sex. Read more »

Agrabah – [Mf] slight help from [F] and multiple[M]. [Slave][Bondage][Mdom][fsub][Master][Bukkake]. Fantasy [drugs]? [BDSM]

Hi everyone! I am getting back into writing (and super excited about the new content that’s coming :D) so in honor of that, I decided to post a previous, favorite fantasy of mine here! It was inspired by that lovely 15 second clip of slave Jasmine from Aladdin. The figure in power here is based on Jafar as a character NOT on his physical appearance. Also, as I wrote, I started to see myself in Jasmine’s place. She reflects a lot of who I am. So if you want to put myself in the Jasmine figure as well, you can go to my personal subreddit r/DreamingFarAway to see what I look like :)

**Lastly, WARNING this piece is a little bit more than what most people like to read. If my work offends you… I’m not really sorry, but some people still think I need to warn them first.**

Enjoy!!

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He walks into the grand treasure room, happy to see his slave already waiting for him besides his throne. Power was a beautiful thing.

“Good evening Darling” He says while sending her a charming smile. Read more »

[FM] How I sold myself at a club to an asshole

Long time lurker first time poster, be gentle with your comments:)

I will use this throw-a-way to keep my anonymity, but if you like this story I may post more, still have a couple of juicy ones of my wild youth;).

I wanted to write down this story for a long time, I think it’s one of my most exciting adventures and it still makes me hot. It‘s written down from memory as far as I can remember some details might been changed, as I have replayed this story in my head for some inspirational me time for a couple of years now;)

Warning: contains drug elements and prostitution. If you can’t deal with that, stop reading. It’s also kind of long now:)

This happened in my early twenties.

If want to know how I looked back then, I was often compared to [Marion Cotillard in Taxi ](https://www.newdvdreleasedates.com/images/profiles/marion-cotillard-04.jpg)although I have brown eyes.

It was the summer of my second year in college and most of my friends were on vacation. Together with the guy i had started seeing, which pissed me off a little bit. Read more »

“It’s late. If we’re gonna fuck I suppose we should do it now.” [MF]

First story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/875jrg/or_we_could_just_yknow_fuckmf)
Second story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8db765/im_tired_are_we_going_to_fuck_or_should_i_sort)

A few days later.

It was late. I was walking home in the cold with a bag a goodies from my dealer after a shitty week. Naturally, I’d stopped off for a couple on my way there, a couple on my way back and a couple for good luck. I was tipsy. It was an achievement, considering he only lived a ten minute walk away.

The plan was simple. Order Chinese, get stoned as fuck and do my very best not to tug one out. Conscious conservation. I’d been saving myself, just in case. As I approached my building I saw her, standing in the stoop, waiting. A broad, involuntary smile spread across my face.

The usual story. It was late, she’d missed her bus, her phone was dead. She was shivering. I was her savior, yet again. I swear I was practically hard with anticipation as we climbed the stairs. I had expectations, whether I wanted them or not. Once inside I told her to make herself at home and excused myself. Fucking beer. I had to sit down to piss because of my anticipatory semi.
I found her in the living room, her coat draped over a chair, dressed, for want of a better analogy, like a hooker. A tight top through which her nipples poked, a short skirt that hugged her hips and best of all, knee length fuck-me boots. I’m pretty sure I did that thing that Homer Simpson does when he sees pork chops. James fucking Bond. Read more »

SHOPLIFTER (FMM+drugs)

Norie had been told by Cindy that the boutique had bad security, and Norie and me had cased it a couple of days before. There was only one girl working there and the cubicles were at the back of the shop.

It was a sunny April afternoon on the King’s Road when I went in.

The girl was sat at the table. She greeted me with a radiant smile.

Not saying much I selected a couple of jackets off the racks and went into the back to try them.

Neither fitted well.

She called out, “How do they look?”

So I went back out with one on, saying, “It’s too small for me, I might try another”.

So I kept up the game and worked through the coats and tried them all on.

Only one was anything like a decent fit and although I thought it rather dated I secreted it under my mac and left both hanging on the peg while I took the others back to the girl.

“None of them any good”, she asked brightly; slightly crestfallen, I thought.

“No, all too tight on me. Shame though”, trying to make it up. Read more »