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Lighting Her Fire – The real life experience of a guy trying to coax a faithful, loving, wife into “[consensual]” cuckoldry.…(Chapter One)

**The Christmas Party – 20/12/19**

Sarah wore her anklet to the party. I told her that I love it when she wears it. She doesn’t know what it means. She’s aware of a connotation to swinging but she dismisses it. My heart was racing, back in the summer, when she asked me to buy it for her. I had half an erection taking it to the till. I’d already spent a year trying to slowly coax her into becoming a hotwife. Our sex life had improved, we were more loved up than ever. She was dressing sluttier. But aside from that I’d come to think this was just a game in my head. A game that wasn’t going anywhere. So to me the anklet felt like a really big thing. To her probably meant nothing. When winter came she stopped wearing it.

But it came back out for the Christmas party. Especially for me (she said). I told her that I love it when she wears it. She came to the party wearing it. All my friends were there. We had a great time. Read more »

Alternative Currency (part two-The end) [Rough] [boyfriend’s father] [painful] [forced] [degradation]

B looked to the men of the Culper ring, horror on his face and he started to pull at the restraints, he tried to verbally protest but his jaw still ached too much to speak. Mr. Tallmadge walked over to him and leaned down, whispering something in his ear that made him stop resisting and look away from his dad.

Mr. Wilkins climbed over me, and though I didn’t think myself capable of crying anymore at this point, I did. I had never wished anyone dead in my life before, but now, as he lowered his lips to my breast and bit and sucked on me, I wished this coward of a man, this monster that had the audacity to touch me, knowing I was only in this situation because I loved his son and wanted his son safe, something he’d never once in his life even attempted to do for B, I wished him dead, painfully dead. Read more »

Alternative Currency (Part one) [Group sex] [multiple men] [paying off a debt] [questionable/coerced consent] [rough] [bondage] [slight sadism] [boyfriend forced to watch]

He was behind me and his hand gripped my throat, just beneath my chin, firmly. His goal was to hold my head still as he pressed his middle finger into my mouth and his other fingers pressed against my cheeks and lips. He was testing me, seeing if I would resist or obey as instructed. I lifted my tongue and sucked on his finger, mimicking the same pointed tip, curls and swirls I would employ while sucking cock.

He leaned down close to me, “I was hoping you would resist,” the old man growled.

I stared straight ahead and into the mirror standing in front of me. My wrists were bound behind my back, I was slightly suspended as the rope from my wrists was secured to the canopy above me and I was made to lean forward until all of my upper body weight caused the rope to dig into the soft flesh at the base of my palms. My ankles were tied wide apart, my knees offered very little support as a result. At the head of the bed lay a mountain of pillows and on top of the pillows, angled towards me, was a large ornate mirror. Read more »

Reopening Old Wounds (part four-the end) [DP] {other stuff}

When I opened my eyes the bright white of light glared down on me. I lifted my hand to block the light and someone grabbed my hand.

“What do you remember?” A familiar male voice asked.

“Pain and darkness,” I said.

“Am I alright?” I asked, “Why is everything so bright?”

“You’re okay,” he said.

“Why didn’t that sound very convincing?”

“You aren’t going to be able to travel for a while. Do you recognize my voice?”

“I think you’re a friend of mine,” I said.

He leaned over the bed and looked at me, “Do you recognize me?”

“Grady?” I asked.

He smiled and nodded, “Yeah. I’m guessing you remember your name?”

“Raven,” I said.

“Good, no long term memory loss is a good thing. You have a pretty severe concussion.”

“Are we at your house or your job?” I asked.

“My job, needless to say, I didn’t expect to see you come through my ER, especially not with my sister-in-law,” he said.

“Ceri…did we get into a fight?” I asked. Read more »

Lisa and Marcie: Eyes Wide Shut

WE WERE SITTING on the couch watching Deadwood. Timothy Oliphant is Lisa’s hall pass. If I were into guys, he’d probably be mine too.

Lisa had one arm around my neck, with her other hand on my ribs and the side of her face pressed against my chest. She squirmed and touched me with her hands and face in a certain way that got my attention. “Marcie’s having a party this weekend.”

Lisa keeps me on my toes, on occasion literally. I’ve become more feminine lately, though not in the sense that you might expect because of frequent pegging. I think I’ve become better at reading and interpreting other people’s emotions, which is, fairly or not, a skill associated with women. Even in my suddenly aroused state, I knew we were going to Marcie’s party.

The idea of going to a party during the pandemic seemed unlikely to me though. How could it be safe? “That doesn’t seem very smart.”

“All the guests will be tested when they arrive. She’s got an Abbott box.”

I thought a minute. “Ok, I know what that is, but do you?” Read more »

I sucked off four guys in a tiny tent [FMM]

Recently I was invited on a camping trip with a guy I’d just met and his friends. The weather was beautiful and warm so I spent the day hanging out [in my bra](https://imgur.com/a/dSvrJ0H). It’s almost like a top so it’s a little slutty but I can get away with it.

This was the kind of trip that involved a fair amount of recreational drugs, nothing heavy, just things that put people in a good mood encouraged play and made everyone a bit cuddly. Things were a little bit more sexual than they normally would be. For example, imagine me in that outfit straddling you and taking much longer than I needed to rub sunscreen into your chest and back.

After a little walk five us got back and hung out in of of the guy’s tents, it was really chill and that point and we were just lying on top of each other listening to music. I’d kind of twisted myself around a bit and one of my nipples slipped out. One of the guys pointed it out and because it was pretty near his face gave it a little lick. I laughed a little and asked him if it tasted like sunscreen. He said I did and asked if he tasted like sunscreen too. I licked his shoulder and confirmed that he did. Read more »

Reopening Old Wounds (part two) [Betrayal] [Cheating] [Drug Use] [vaginal] [anal] [multiple separate men]

Grady sat beside me and rubbed my back as I cried. I wasn’t a bold person, so why I decided to be bold right then, I didn’t know. He sighed and I looked over at him, my eyes red and cheeks wet with tears, “You were wrong,” I said.

“No, I wasn’t. He just can’t bring himself to admit it yet,” he said quietly to me.

He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my shoulder, “I’m sorry I kissed you,” he said, “I thought it would push him to react.”

“I think I want to go for a walk,” I said softly.

“Alright, let’s get dressed and I’ll go with you,” he offered.

I shook my head, “I want to be by myself.”

He grabbed my wrist and turned it over to show the underside of my forearm, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea right now,” he’d noticed the scar that Brendan hadn’t yet.

I pulled my arm back from him and crossed it over my stomach, “That was a long time ago,” I said.

“When he broke things off with you?” He asked. Read more »

Making her [F] husband wait as I [M] fucked her throat [MF]

This is another long post. When I start these, I think they’re going to be short but inevitably I recall so much detail and get lost in it and so they become longer. So, fair warning, this will be lengthy. Strap in tight…

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So after weeks of flirting and then multiple encounters ([part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hxumzl/why_my_2019_was_much_crazier_than_2020_mf/), [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i9ohk6/fucking_on_every_desk_in_the_office_continuing/) and [part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ier1c5/making_an_office_fantasy_into_reality_continuing/)) of varying degrees, it was safe to say I was in a full blown affair with Ella. Looking back, and even at the time, I’m just not sure how it happened. I was engaged to a girl I thought I loved, due to be married later that year, and she was ~~happily~~ married.

For those interested in more context and backstory… I’d been with my fiancée for a lot of years before this and engaged since 2016 – one of those long engagements where not a lot of planning took place until the year before (2018). Ella had been married almost a decade, having been with her partner for over a year before getting engaged and married within months of each other. Neither of us were particularly unhappy in our relationships but each acknowledged we had felt something missing. But through each other… Boy did we find the thing that was missing and then some. Read more »

[Buildup] Tamed Part 2: A Change In Persona

Be sure to leave a comment, I love reading them! This one is more of a build-up for things to come ;)

Disclaimer: This is all a publication of fiction and in no way happened. This also may get a little unrealistic. You’ve been warned.
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The days that followed were those of study. I had been spending more and more time in one of the campus libraries, from sun rise to sunset. It was gruelling to say the least. Not only was I working on my own, almost flawless reports, I was also working on Hana’s; that woman whom I am embarrassed to say I had spent the better part of 2 years trying to be anything more than her errand boy. It was hard for me to see her with other guys, clearly more interested in them than I… Alanah was right, while I worked on her education she was out with ‘Real Men’ who gave her everything… Read more »

The Traffic Stop

It was late at night on a Monday in South Louisiana. The moon was full and air hot and sticky. You had just worked the last five nights and it did not look like you were getting a break anytime soon. You sat in your patrol unit, which was parked outside a large warehouse, and browsed social media hoping for something to pique your interest and help get through this long night. You sigh loudly and close the laptop hoping that maybe someone will blatantly run the stop sign positioned adjacent the warehouse.

Several vehicles pass but they all dutifully stop at the intersection and use all proper turn signals and all other traffic laws which does not help the boredom. You decide to step out of your patrol unit and smoke a cigarette. While getting out, your belt snags on the steering wheel of your Ford Explorer and almost comes off. This was a common issue with this vehicle particularly for women with assets. You stand up and fix the belt, noticing your pants need adjusting around your boots. You shake your head wondering if men have any of these issues with uniforms. You grab your waistband and shake your hips to fix the pants causing your ample backside to jiggle and bounce. You instinctively look around to see if anyone noticed, but just like your husband at home all is silent. Read more »