My First Sex Party: Had sex with two girls and watched a couple fuck [ff] [fm] [voyeurism]

For a while, I thought that sex parties were just a fantasy. Something that you’d only see in the movies.

But about a month ago I overheard two girls talking on the bus. Apparently, there was an exclusive community that organised sex parties, and they called themselves “Lace”.

Every month, Lace would pick a secret location, and their members would get a night full of sex and pleasure. Entirely free of judgement.

To me, that sounded like a page from an erotica book. The thought of having someone caress my breasts, while someone else kissed down my neck gave me thrills. I pictured the scene with dim lights, soft music, and flowing drinks. All while people from different walks of life mingled around with each other.

And I have to admit that my imagination was not very far off from what I was experiencing.

This is a long one [MFM]

Hi guys, just found this sub yesterday and I love it!

This all happened last year – my girlfriend and I were 24 at the time and this is 100% true. Apologies if it is a little too long!

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Since pretty early on in our relationship, my girlfriend (I will call her S) and I had discussed the idea of group play and threesomes. She had only ever been with 1 guy before me and was very inexperienced, but admitted she was curious and turned on by the idea – particularly the idea of 2 guys. S had always said that she thought she would be too jealous and uncomfortable to ever consider sharing me with another girl, which I told her was fine. I found the idea of 2 guys with 1 girl much hotter anyway – whether it took the form of 2 guys both pleasing and worshipping the 1 lucky girl, or 2 guys both dominating and using the 1 helpless submissive girl.

Revenge of a Salesman [MF]

Disclaimer: I know the details of this story aren’t realistic in a COVID-19 world, but apparently my fantasy life hasn’t caught up to 2020. Hope you can still enjoy it, and stay safe out there!

Our car rolls to a stop in a small parking lot. I look around, and notice this isn’t the restaurant we were headed to for dinner. I raise my eyebrows at my husband.

“Sorry honey, this won’t take long. I got a last minute appointment. I promise, we’ll still have our date night.”

I roll my eyes. My husband always has to have the fancy, new toys. I don’t even know what we’re here to look at. Cars, maybe? I start loading the book on my phone as we walk into the small showroom. Maybe erotica isn’t the best thing to be reading in public, but it is date night, afterall.

We’re greeted by a salesman, I hardly look up as he greets my husband. Then his hand comes into my field of view.
“Ma’am?” says a deep voice.

I look up into beautifully rich dark eyes with amusement dancing in them.

Fucking [M]y Wife’s Co-Worker[F] in Quarantine Part 2

Link to [part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k3hwha/fucking_my_wifes_coworkerf_in_quarantine/)

*Again, too many details, but go down to the asterisks to get to the good stuff.*

Sarah had gone to bed after we fooled around and I was left with a racing heart and general confusion. It didn’t seem like she planned on telling my wife anything and if I played my cards right I’d probably get to fuck her again. I slipped into an uneasy sleep and was woken up a few hours later by Beth. She was standing over me wearing a tight, white tank top over a high-neck, black sports bra and yoga pants.

“C’mon sleepyhead,” she said “you’re still good to work out with me, right?”
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and nodded while yawning. “Um… I don’t want to be awkward,” she said “But, you may want to take care of that.” my eyes followed her finger pointing down to my waist, where I was sporting some morning wood, apparently visible through my gray sweatpants. “Oh, wow,” my face went hot as I pulled a blanket over myself, “Sorry about that.”

Beth was cracking up laughing, “What would your wife say?”

The Day Innocence Died

**I grew up in a judgmental/sexually repressive household, and I’m sharing this post to inspire sex positivity and to see what I can learn from others in the process. I hope this post resonates with someone out there:**

Do you ever feel like you lost the innocence of your childhood as you bloomed into your sexuality? Part of me longs for the day when I could recapture the innocence of boyhood again – the days before sexuality was such a driving force in my life. I mean, even as a young boy I was attracted to girls. But ever since I’ve been about 12 years old – I’ve been insatiable. I remember I used to play with the girls in my neighborhood. Riding bikes, on the playgrounds, in the sandbox, all the different imaginary games we’d come up with and play together. Just holding hands with a girl or getting a hug made you feel like such a badass. Now we play imaginary games in the bedroom. Now I’d rather play “Let me suck on your clit and finger you to orgasm.” Or “Suck on my dick until I shoot cum down your throat.”

**THE DAY INNOCENCE DIED**

(fantasy) (ff) (mf) based on a true story, part 1: Introducing Anna

Her silk kimono style dressing gown hung loosely off her shoulders, the collar just held over her nipples, fastened with a belt at her petite waist, her long wavy brown hair tousled back and forth as she moved.
Anna enjoyed looking at herself in the mirror with her big green eyes, glancing at her rounded but perky tits jiggling gently as she brushed her teeth.

The feeling of the frothing toothpaste in her mouth and the repetitive action reminded her of giving pleasure to her boyfriend, and the combination of that and the silky fabric caressing her breasts was making her horny tonight, just as it always did.

She relished this part of the evening, getting ready for bed for her was like a kind of foreplay, even though it didn’t involve anyone else. It was a time of reflection and anticipation and it always helped her to get into that special mood, even if she had nobody to get into bed with that night.

Across the Courtyard – Part 9 (MF)

*Found some time to crank another chapter out!*

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‘Last night had to have been a dream’

That’s what I thought as I began to wake up. Last night was too ridiculous of a fantasy or a porn video that I had seen. It was not my life, no way. As my eyes opened and my surroundings became clear I found that I wasn’t just dreaming. I turned over onto my side and felt the presence of a body next to mine.

‘Holy shit…Please tell me that is a woman’

My hand reached out and came across the jersey fabric of a shirt and the soft and warm skin of a stomach. The warm morning light was filtering in through the window, allowing me to see Danielle’s freckled face next to me and Alice’s curves sprawled out on the covers next to Danielle. I bit my lip, trying to hold back my astonishment that I had really lived through a fantasy last night.

While the Wife is Away, Both Will Play!

Zachary Williams wasted no time in texting his best friend the moment his wife walked out the door. Brittany, his wife of seven years, had a software conference in Miami for the week. While she never traveled for work, her company sent a representative each year to a conference that was designed to update the companies on changes to their software systems. In reality, it was just a big party that VioTech threw each year to appreciate the thousands of dollars that their clients, Brittany’s company included, overspent for services each year. She was more than happy to get to the beaches of South Florida and out of the cold, extended winter of Minneapolis. Although it was the middle of May, the temperatures in Minnesota were still hovering just above freezing at night and still cool enough for a heavy jacket during the day. She ached to let the sun kiss her skin while sipping a cocktail with her toes in the sand. Brittany was more than happy the day her boss told her that she was the one going to Miami, and she certainly didn’t object.

*Jessica replied almost immediately to her friend’s text: What’s wrong?*

The Rabbit Hole Part 7 [FF] [Mind Control] [Blank] [Doll] [Free Use] [BDSM]

**Chapter 7: Dolly**

**Nadia**

Nadia stood in front of the door, waiting for Bucky the Butler to let her in. She bounced on the balls of her feet, trying to shake out all the nervous energy.

She couldn’t believe it when Penny finally called and asked to see her immediately. She didn’t waste any time calling out of work and claiming to be sick. She was ready to do it for as many days as was necessary if things went the right way.

“What way?” mumbled Nadia to herself. “There was no way for things to go.”

For the past two hours, Nadia had flipped back and forth from wild and inappropriate hope to crushing despair and cynicism. She told herself this was probably a business call, a checkup, nothing more. She told herself that Penny missed her and wanted to see her desperately. She told herself this would be another awkward failed hypnosis session. She wore some skimpy lingerie underneath her royal blue jumper just in case.

Breeding the American [Fantasy][Breeding][Gangbang]

Breeding the American

“Maybe some random Aussie will knock you up. Win/win!”

“Gotta find one that’ll want to knock me up first! Not everyone loves the fat American chick, you know!!”

“If it’s random, the guy won’t have to know about it.”

“He’s gonna know he fucked a fat chick! We just won’t tell him about the baby.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t need to know. He’ll just know he fucked a horny American.”

“Will you record it for me, my love? Will you record this random Aussie breeding me and me moaning like a slut, enjoying every minute of it? Please??”

“If you want. How badly do you really want this?”

“I really want it. I really, really want it… As long as you’re with me.”

“To keep you safe, of course.”

“When?”

“Tonight?”

“It’s a date!”

We walk into the local bar and you introduce me to a selection of drunk and horny Aussies. I’m a little self-conscious, going commando under my short denim skirt. But you recommended I “dress for the occasion”, so no panties to get in the way. You walk me over to the bar, tell me to stay standing there, then you wander off to a random stranger who seems a likely candidate.