A True Hotwifing Story: Vixey and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Birthday [FM]

*Disclaimer: All names and identifying factors have been changed to protect my stallions.

Don’t let the title fool you. There were some definite ups to my night (wink wink). But I also feel it’s prudent not to sugarcoat things. Fantasy is not reality and as hopefully seen, I’m here to write reality.

The day had already started out bad. It was one bad news and situation after another but I was determined to make the best of my night. Looking forward to my time with Armando.

So let’s start with the hotel. My husband and I had gambled on a new place we had not yet scoped out because the holiday season had swallowed up our preferred sleeping sites. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in the best shape. No problem. I could adapt and if Armando wanted something else, he was free to arrange something else.

I think it’s important to note that I had built up a lot of expectation. This may not have been fair but I couldn’t really help it after our time in the truck and his hints at a birthday surprise. I texted him that I arrived early, hoping for a repeat of our prior hotel rendevouz. He couldn’t. He was getting ready for the holiday event.

What’s going through my mind, when I’m on display… [F]

There’s something about this [bar scene](https://www.reddit.com/r/vsmpx/comments/a2zw39/my_stranger_fantasy/) that is really appealing to me. With the high heels, lingerie, skimpy dress, I feel that I’m put on display for everybody to look and even gawk at. To be on this stage, in this ultra feminine gender role, pandering towards all these men is really erotic and sensual. To put it bluntly, I’m objectified and I love it.

This perception, objectification and judging gives me such energy. I feed off the attention and ultimately my sex drive and desires are only exacerbated. An analogy is when a superior athlete is ‘in the zone’ and has an opportunity for a game winning play. His natural talent, experience, training and skills are only enhanced in that moment. For me, when I’m at the bar and fulfilling my natural slut role in society, I’m ‘in the zone’. This role and sexuality then carries over in my ‘regular’ life.

Being judged as this bimbo slut and as an object is so rewarding for me. The type of attention and degradation feeds into my need to please. You know how many women say that being a mother or community volunteer is so rewarding in their life? For me, and this may sound perverse, being judged, compared, shown off, displayed, and objectified is equally as rewarding.

Our first FFM

Skye had graduated from university, she was finally qualified. Finally she was finished and could take a break from studying.
I had been introduced to her family as her boyfriend 6 months prior. She had gotten sick of them telling her to settle down. Our arrangement suits both of us. She is my fuck toy and my mistress. I satisfy her needs. We push each other to try new things.
We do love each other, so in a way I am her boyfriend. She introduces me as such.

Before her graduation, we agreed that she should be rewarded. I already knew a few of her fantasies, having known her for four years. She had always been interested in being with another girl, but had never had the courage and the opportunity at the same time. I recruited a friend of mine, who knew of Skye and our arrangement, but had never met her.
We hatched a plan.

Skye had an elaborate fantasy. How I discovered this is a story all of its own. tl;dr version – I tied her down and teased her with a vibrator, asking her what she imagines when she masturbates.

[mff] I had her panties in my hand before we even left the bar

A while ago, a partner and I used to have a bevy of posts on r/gonewildstories about our exploits and r/baltimoreanddcr4r looking for more of them. Sonya messaged me and my partner on reddit after seeing a few of those success stories. Some of the messages we would get were a little underwhelming and essentially amount to “hey let’s fuck” but hers really stood out to us. She talked about her marriage and how (with her husband’s blessing) she’s been able to explore her sexuality outside of it, she listed her kinks, and not only described the fantasy she had in mind with us, but described her (amazing) looks: “Latina, petite, 5’2″, 117 lbs, slim and fit but curvy, brown curly hair, big brown eyes”

Diana and I were on board immediately. We moved over to kik after a few reddit messages, traded pictures, and really started flirting and describing some of the things we’d like to do to one another. She told us that she was very submissive and that what she enjoyed most was being manhandled in bed and not having to think too much. She said she wanted to be spanked, choked, and have her hair pulled, and said that she had never had a strapon used on her, which was a fantasy that we were more than happy to fulfill.

CONVERTIBLES – PART 2 [MDom][Fsub][no sex – yet][fantasy]

I can’t hide the smile spreading across my face hearing those two words. And not just the words themselves, but the warmth and praise behind them. They make both my heart and cheeks pink up. My soul is beaming with glee as you take my hand and have us walking toward the display of carrots. Some are staked in bags, some gathered in bunches and then some laid out in a big jumble of individual carrots. It’s the last part of the display we’re on our way to. My pink cheeks becoming redder again with each step closer. The more I see the carrots coming into view the more the rush surges to my head and makes tingles go all through my core. The embarrassment of my excitement making my lust stronger.

Finding out my roommate was bi [FF]

We were both 19 at the time and we were both sophomores in college. She was a PT student and I was in nursing school. We went to the same High School and decided to room together. She was a petite 4’11” Filipino girl and I am 5’3″ and white. The summer before college I met up with a girl on Tumblr and decided to explore my bi-curiosity and I let her eat me out. I identified as bi from there on out.

I started dating this guy Freshman Year of college and my roommate was in a three year relationship with her boyfriend. Then one day in like September of our Sophomore years she came into the room crying. She was in tears because she said she had a crush on this girl in her bio lab and she always thought she was straight. She said her parents (strict Catholics) would throw her out if they knew she had a crush on a girl as they hated gay people. She said she’s never been this confused before. That’s when I came out to her and told her it’s completely okay to question your sexuality and even to be bi like me. I wiped her tears away and we hugged. She said thank you and left the room before giving me a peck on the cheek.

[MF] I’ve been sleeping with my wife’s sister. (Continued)

Original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ag7weg/mf_ive_been_sleeping_with_my_wifes_sister_for_a/

I want to thank everyone for the support on my previous post. I want to cover a few things before I continue with what happened. There will be no pics for now. The wife would never go for it and I haven’t even brought it up with the sister yet. Although, she has sent me videos but those will be off limits. I’ve gotten several messages about my wife getting involved. That will most likely never happen. Reality is far more awkward than fantasy. I can’t even imagine how that would go. I just see a bunch of awkwardness that would kill any kind of excitement around it. This mainly started because of one ingredient: alcohol. Im more than happy with what’s going on now and don’t want to ruin it by getting greedy. Sorry if that’s disappointing!

The next morning I woke up with a huge hangover which for the most part kept my mind off the dread of facing my wife. It hit me tho soon after I finished taking a shower. I didn’t want to go to the kitchen as I had no clue on what I was going to say. How was I going to justify it?

CONVERTIBLES – PART 1 [MDom][Fsub][no sex – yet]

We step into the store, a puff of warm air hitting us briefly in the face as we walk through the sliding doors and are met by the bright light and the toasty atmosphere, a contrast to the winter cold we’ve just stepped out off.

I unzip my coat as your slow pace start to guide us into the store. I’m warm enough as it is, my cheeks have gotten redder with every new step towards the store and now I feel like I’m burning up. You turn your head back towards me while you walk past the front store decorations not picking up a basket like usual, well we’re only here for one thing after all. “Maybe we’ll get two,” your nonchalant and teasing words from earlier play in my ears. Images form in my mind making me blush even more and sending tingles through my core. I see that playful smirk spreading across your face undoubtedly knowing the thoughts running through my head.

[MF] A trip to the woods

This is my first story… I hope you enjoy!

He’s been installing a light bar on his truck all day. Watching him work like that made my pussy dripping wet. He’s finally finished and insisting we go for a drive to test them out. This is my chance to take charge. After some persuasion I convinced him to drive out to one of our favourite rec sites; which is a 45 minute drive from town.

It’s dark and a bit foggy out, around 8pm. For being mid December there really isn’t much snow.. I’ve been so horny all day, all I can think about is his big hard cock being inside me. Anywhere, as long as he filled me up it didn’t matter. I was bound & determined to get my fair share of cock tonight. Before leaving I made sure to change into something “comfy”. Which included no panties or bra and easy to remove clothes.

My year as an escort, and the time my best friend was a customer [FM] Part 3

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adhjyt/my_year_as_an_escort_and_the_time_my_best_friend/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adssx3/my_year_as_an_escort_and_the_time_my_best_friend/)

The sweat trickled down my temple, gathering at the nape of my neck and slowly trickling into my braless crop top. There it seeped onto my breasts, covering them in condensation and creating small wet spots where my nipples flirted with my shirt. “So what we get drunk. So what we smoke weed. We’re just having fun.” Bruno Mars’ heavenly voice cooed from the speakers over a soft beat as I pressed my body against Ben’s, my crotch pressing against him and my boobs rubbing against his hard chest.

“So what we go out. That’s how it’s supposed to be. Living young and wild and free.” Green neon lights flickered in sync with the beat, illuminating countless hot and sweaty bodies dancing around us. I couldn’t see them, as my vision was filled with the boy in front of me, his eyes blue as the sky on a cloudless day. His hands were shakily exploring the small of my back, soft palms feeling up my bare skin. On occasion, his fingers would venture towards the inside of my shirt, and I would hold my breath, hoping that he would continue upwards. But then he would lose his confidence, and his hands retraced to the safety of my back.