Minister for Youth and Sport [MF] [Fantasy]

Kyle McQuary, newest research fellow at the John Burfitt Institute, and the Very Honorable May H. Van, MLA, CSS, Minister for Youth and Sport for the Province of Deltaland, drink tea in a café across from the provincial capitol.

“So, Mr. McQuary, now you’ve seen the centers in person. What did you think?

“Minister, I was very impressed. Back in the capital, we weren’t able to find funding to open youth centers more than three days a week. But here, you have care five days, plus classes and activities, even on weekends. The centers themselves are very nice, but it’s the level of funding that I can hardly believe.”

“Well, much as I’d like to, I can’t take credit for that. The last government worked out a grand bargain between all the cities and the provincial youth and senior citizens ministries to share staff and resources: all the ancillary support staff like cleaning, procurement, and personnel, and even things like using the same music instructors for youth and senior programs. Reducing redundant functions allowed us to redirect what funding we had toward front-line staff. We disagreed in a lot of other ways, but the last senior and youth ministers made a great accomplishment here.”

[MF] Fulfilling my wife’s juvenile fantasies

My wife and I visited her parents over the holidays. We’ve stayed there at the house where she grew up more times than I could count, but this time was different; this was the first year we’d be staying as a married couple. You see, her parents are very religious/conservative, so even though we had been dating for 10 years from our 1st year of college and had bought a house together, whenever we’d stay previously it was implied that we’d sleep separately while there.

This year, instead of camping out in the living room, there was an extra room now available that was in use throughout all our previous visits. The room where we’d be staying was my wife’s bedroom growing up. It hadn’t been her bedroom since she left for college, so this would be her first time back in that upstairs attic room for a decade.

I knew this room used to be hers, but I didn’t think much of it until my wife mentioned the following: she had spent a lot of time in that room masturbating, thinking about what it’d be like to have a boy in the room with her. She mentioned how it would be really hot for me to fuck her in that room given the amount of time in there she spent fantasizing.

The bathtub [Mf] [Str8] [Mast] [One look is enough]

It’s been a long day. First I had to come in to work an extra shift at the bookstore, only to find that my other colleague didn’t finish restocking the shelves. My muscles ache as I bend forward to turn on the taps for the bathtub. After almost 9 hours of hard work I feel like I could spoil myself tonight, and by spoiling I mean a superhot soapy and foamy bath that hopefully would make my muscles ache less.

I pour some tangerine bath oil into the hot water before I step out into the small combined living room/kitchen. I open the fridge and take a bottle of ice cold beer. Just what I need, something to make me relax. I open it against the edge of the sink and take a mouthful. My eyes close for a second, letting the cold beer soothe me. I take of my glasses off and throw them on the counter. I put the bottle down and pull the sweatshirt over my head letting my t-shirt and my training bra follow. I carelessly drop them to the floor unbuttoning my jeans.

How I Lost My Name: Part One [Cuckold][Humiliation][Voyeur]

I still remember the day when everything changed.

It was a Saturday in early November. The weather was shit – cold and rainy – but our fridge was empty. I knew Jackie wouldn’t want to go out in the rain and she was still sleeping in anyway. It was the weekend after all; her policy was to sleep in. Sometimes we’d go grocery shopping together, but I liked surprising her. I loved spoiling her.

It was nearly noon by the time I got back. I could hear music playing from the bedroom; I assumed she was probably taking a shower. As I headed into the kitchen, grocery bags rustling about my legs, I paused as I set them down on our kitchen counter as two things slowly occurred to me. I didn’t hear the telltale sound of the shower in use, but I did hear her soft moans coming from our bedroom. 

My cock twitched as my imagination barrelled ahead on its own. There have been a few occasions when I came home and found her playing with herself. I loved secretly watching, I found it so sensual to see the way she enjoyed herself…and then I’d join in the fun when I couldn’t stand it anymore. 

Cougar from my gym follow up story with role play fantasy [MF]

Hi, all. This story is a follow up from a post I made a couple days ago. See my post history to find it. For those who didn’t, or don’t want to read it, I met a cougar over a couple weeks ago in my gym in SoCal and eventually summoned the balls to talk to her and asked her out. She invited me around for a drink rather than go out for one. I had the best night of sex with her but if you want to know more, check the post.

I had no idea that people would enjoy the story as much as they did as I had a lot of people message me directly about it. We had met a week after our first encounter and this one is possibly even better than the first one, though our first night will always be my favourite personally.

Classroom Threesome [MMF]

At the time, I was recently hired as a teacher in a local high school. I was without a doubt younger than the majority of teachers in the building, but still had around a 7 year age gap between myself and the oldest senior in any of my classes. I thought the age difference would prevent students from flirting with me, but little did I know that the student/teacher fantasy was one desired by both students and teachers.

Walking into a classroom with little experience is a difficult task. Any teacher will tell you that classroom management is the key to prevent you from losing your sanity. Most of my students at the time were wild and showed little respect towards me. Maybe it was my age, but it was probably the fact that I had no idea how to control a large group of teenagers. My skills improved over time as I learned each of their personality types and how to deal with them accordingly.

[MF] (Long Story!) Once in a Lifetime

In a sentimental mood, I guess. Decided to write down my favourite memory. Then decided to share it, just on the off chance someone might enjoy.

So, my family moved to the USA from Australia when I was a teenager. I stuck around for university, where I met a brilliant, sweet, adventuous, and generally straight-up interesting girl, a couple years older than myself. I’m going to call her ***. She was my first ever partner, and I was her first serious commitment (not counting a short and poorly-chosen ^(her words, not mine) high school romance).

We hadn’t really meant to start anything, at first. We simply got along a little too well, started finding more excuses to meet up, kept talking later and later into the night. This led to us staying overnight at one anothers’ dormitories on a regular basis, before we finally formally embraced what everybody else had figured out almost half a year earlier. As though making up for this slow start, we then moved recklessly fast ^(the ‘immediately moving into a flat together’ kind of recklessness).

[MF] Living out a cheating fantasy at a trade show

I love my wife and we have an amazing sex life, but my go-to fantasy is always being on a work trip and having a one-night stand. This past year it came true.

My company had a massive booth presence at a trade show (50 ft x 50 ft) with a small stage. I was giving a presentation on an industry report we had authored and she was sitting in the front row.

We spoke briefly after my presentation, I scanned her badge, and said I would follow-up. That conversation was difficult because she was checking every box: tight jeans on amazing legs and an onion ass, strappy high heels that were almost inappropriate for the event, a white shirt with a button undone and a big necklace that drew the eye into the cleavage that wasn’t shy about the size of her breasts. But that smile was what got me.

It was an imperfect smile, kind of like the singer Jewel. She had a tiny little gap between in her teeth. When she smiled her mouth would be a little crooked as she tried to hide it, but that was so much hotter.

[M]y Once-in-a-Lifetime Night

In a sentimental mood, I guess. Here’s the story of my favourite memory, just somebody would like to hear it.

So, my family moved to the USA from Australia when I was a teenager. I stuck around for university, where I met a brilliant, sweet, adventuous, and generally straight-up interesting girl, a couple years older than myself. I’m going to call her ***. She was my first ever partner, and I was her first serious commitment (not counting a short and poorly-chosen ^((her words, not mine)) high school romance).

We hadn’t really meant to start anything, at first. We simply got along a little too well, started finding more excuses to meet up, kept talking later and later into the night. This led to us staying overnight at one anothers’ dormitories on a regular basis, before we finally formally embraced what everybody else had figured out almost half a year earlier. As though making up for this slow start, we then moved recklessly fast ^((the ‘immediately moving into a flat together’ kind of recklessness)).

[M]y Wi[F]e Lucy Gives Me A Hall Pass (Part II)

[Part 1 Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/egr6r9/my_wife_lucy_gives_me_a_hall_pass/)

I gave her a quick rundown of how the roleplay went, during some steamy phone sex I pretended I forgot to hang up and that another woman was sucking me off while I described every little detail to Lucy down the phone. ‘So basically you want me to suck you off while you pretend to cheat on your wife?’ She quizzed with a confused look on her face, ‘yeah and maybe send a few snapchats to her as well’ I continued. She paused for a moment thinking over the situation, ‘Not what I was expecting and definitely no snapchats’ she eventually said breaking the silence, ‘so is that a yes?’ I asked not knowing what she was going to say. She paused even longer this time and I was beginning to panic a little bit, had I just ruined everything. She then moved closer to me and asked ‘so how would this play out exactly?’, as she moved her hand onto my leg. ‘I guess I call Lucy and you not so discretely suck me off as I try my best to convince her everything is normal, then “hang up” and we go to town’. She smiled “I dunno why but this is making me so fucking wet” as she grabbed my hand and guided it towards her already bare pussy, I teased her with my fingers as we made out for a minute or two and she lightly stroked my cock to full attention.