[MF] The one and only time I (47F) was ever throat fucked

I have never been fond of anything besides food in my mouth. I also have a really strong gag reflex. My husband gets my ass, my pussy, and most anything else he wants all the time, but he rarely gets my mouth, and had never cum in it. I always felt kind of bad, because I know how much he wants it, but I can’t help how I feel.

Well, as I related in [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ghhjpr/mf_that_time_my_husband_paid_me_16_in_change_to/) story, I occasionally make him pay me for sex and he sometimes offers me money for favors. It turns us both on, kind of a role-play thing.

About three years ago we were hanging out at the house. Our oldest kid was out, our next two were upstairs in their rooms, and our youngest was in bed. I was having a drink and we were watching TV when out of the blue he says, “I’ll give you $500 to swallow tonight.”

I was surprised by the amount he offered. We share our finances, so the amount doesn’t really matter, it’s more about the kink. It turns out he’s been stashing that money for months. Instead of getting lunch, stopping for a drink after work, buying a 6 pack on Friday night, or whatever else he might spend a ten or twenty on here and there, he’d been saving it for this offer.

When We meet…

**When we Meet…**

We’ve been aching to meet for what feels like eternity.

Meeting you online was the best thing that happened at hard time in my life, and our conversations have been deep and meaningful to full blown erotic.

I have never wanted someone as bad as I’ve wanted you.

You eyes entrap me and your smile draws me in.

When we finally get to meet. I hope it goes like this…

I come to you, I’ve waited forever for this.

I wonder what you’ll smell like…

My heart races as I prepare for our meeting and stress what to wear.

*I get to hold your hand…*

I wonder if you’re doing the same clothing dance I am of hangers to chest looking in the mirror. I feel like a teenager, but i’m too excited.

*I get to kiss your lips…*

My thoughts are all about you and our date, I don’t care what I wear. I get to see, meet, you in person. Plus my suitcase only has so many choices and I thought about this night forever.

I was a slutty wife for a man who got me dick high [FM]

This happened about 4 years ago. My husband and I were about a year into a sexually non-monogamous marriage. I had met this guy named Anthony. He had a lumberjack look to him. We got along well when we chatted, so we decided to meet up after a few weeks. We went out for dinner and had a hotel reservation for the night. We got along even better in person. He was very charismatic and had me smiling and laughing all during dinner. We both really enjoyed ourselves. I wore a blood red dress with black stockings and heels. After dinner, we met up at the hotel. We got our key and went into our room. It was nice and had a pretty cool view of the city. We opened a bottle of wine and continued chatting. We were sitting on the couch. After a bit, he started scooting closer toward me. Then he placed his hand right under my dress and left it resting on my thigh.

“You look gorgeous in red.” He said.

TINDER HIKE [mf] [piss] [mast] [throat fuck] [oral] [squirt] [facial] [swallow]

Do you ever meet someone on a dating app and immediately wonder what she looks like with a face full of cum?

Amy and I met on Tinder a few weeks ago. She’s a cute and curvy dirty blonde. She’s maybe 5’6, has a juicy booty (from the bikini pic she posted on her Tinder account), and nice tits. She’s got dimples, a flat stomach, piercing green eyes, and a devilish smirk.

All I could think about was how cute she’d look with a big facial. Cum everywhere. Dripping down her cheeks. Splattered across her forehead. Dangling from her nose, over her expectant tongue.

I had to ask her out. And she said yes!

Since Starbucks, bars, and restaurants were closed, our only dating option was to go on a walk or on a hike. So, we agreed to meet by a great hiking path. I made some sandwiches. She made some pasta salad. And we both agreed to wear masks. And since we’re both currently furloughed, we agreed to go on a Tuesday afternoon when nobody else would be on the trail.

The day that changed her life [Masturbation] [MFF][Step-siblings] [Rimming] [First Anal]

[6:05am] Amber woke up early, stretching her tall, lean, 19 year old body. She had always been the tallest, skinniest girl she knew and while she loved her height, she regularly found herself jealous of the girls who had bigger tits than she had. She continued to stretch and ran her hand up her well tanned, dark bronze midriff and without evening realizing it, her stretching hand continued to run higher and across her small A cup breast and barely brushed past her nipple as she moved her hand to stretch above her head. She didn’t realize it as she did but this was going to be the catalyst to the day that changed her views on sex and sexuality forever. That light caress of her breast started to turn her on, even though she was yet to realize it as it was early and she was still super groggy. Finally finished stretching, she finally looks at the clock and sees the time, and sighs loudly. “Fuck why am I awake this damn early”, is the only thought that goes through her head.

(M)y (F)iance’s Daughter (Fiction)

My fiance’s youngest daughter asked her mom if she would be okay with me driving her around town to run errands since her car was in the shop. She said it was okay. So I went to pick her up at her place the next morning and before she even got in the truck, I knew today was going to be a very interesting day! Before the first stop, she had already shown me that she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. By lunchtime, I was hard as a rock and there was nothing I could do about it! Around 2, she asked if I could take her back by her house to grab something before our next stop. She jumped out of the truck and went inside. A few minutes later,  she calls and asks me if I can come up to her apartment because she needs my help with something. I get to her apartment and she yells for me to come to her room. As I walked into the room, there she was, standing there completely naked. I was stunned and speechless. She looked at me and with a little laugh said,

My mansluttiest day ever – [MF] , [MT]

Summer 2011

I moved to Austin Texas on a whim after how much I hated the last Minnesota winter. I didn’t know too many people at first, so I was very active on dating apps, leading to my mansluttiest day ever. This is the day that I hiked, had dinner with a lesbian couple, then got one of pair pregnant, drove back to Austin, hooked up with a beautiful Transwoman, and then ended the night with my fuckbuddy. Names edited for anonymity.

Brief preamble:

Beautiful day in early summer. Driving out past Bastrop, hiking through the woods, seeing little lizards, and enjoying my own company, but all to get me close to one little town. My solo fun done, I navigate into town, arriving at a nice little house. There, I hung out with a lesbian couple, and their two kids. We have chicken fried steak and watch part of Despicable Me. The conversation feels a bit awkward because it’s all leading to the bedroom (as we arranged previously on line), and my foolhardy choice to knock up a stranger so that she and her partner can raise another child.

Sexiness Starts here:

Home from Work

Hello! This is a story my Dom and I worked on. There are two authors, hence two points of view. He’s in bold, and I’m italics. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it!

*I had just about had it. It’s been so long, and you haven’t come back, and I just can’t wait anymore. I go to the room, close the door, and with a vague feeling of guilt on my mind, strip and start playing with myself.*

**I get home from a long day of work. I’m tired and frustrated with the repeated failures in the lab. I look forward to seeing my baby girl, knowing you’ll brighten my day…and yet you’re nowhere to be seen. I start walking up the stairs to our bedroom seeing the light from underneath. I hear you moaning from within. There’s a pang of disappointment in my chest. Your misbehaviour days before lost you the privilege of orgasm. I throw open the door to see you completely naked, toying you nipples with one hand and knuckle deep in your hole with the other. I stare down at you disapprovingly.**

Megan’s Slutty Adventures: Naughty Bridesmaid [toys] [anal] [cumshot] [cheating] [voyeur] [dildo]

Part 1
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are now beginning our approach on Los Angeles International Airport, where our time on deck should be 3:37 PM, Pacific Time. If everyone would please raise your seats, buckle your seatbelts, and put your tray tables into their upright position, I know myself and my crew would most appreciate it. If you look out the left side of the plane, most of you will be able to see the Pacific Ocean, and its beautiful out there today folks. Temperature on the ground is a balmy 87 degrees Fahrenheit with a northeasterly wind at about ten knots. Now I’m going to shut up and get you on the ground so you can enjoy beautiful California.”

Megan took a deep breath and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of the corner of her eyes as the captain’s message played overhead. The flight had not been too crowded, with only one other passenger in her row, a young, clean cut guy in his twenties, about her age she judged. Megan snuck another glance at the veiny, muscular forearms that peeked out from under the sleeves of his hoodie and felt the heat rise a little. Turning toward the window, she sighed, maybe a little too loud. It was going to be a long few days without her husband around to help her release some tension. God, she had only left him a few hours ago and now she was already craving something… naughty. If I don’t calm down, she thought to herself, I might end up doing something very irresponsible.

Windows (Exhibitionist, masturbation, older woman, younger man, cock, pussy, cum)

He was standing in front of the window again in his boxer briefs, same as every evening, a glass of amber colored liquid in hand. Was it whiskey? Rum? Scotch? Bourbon? Maybe Cognac? He looked like a Cognac man, she decided. She was unaware of when this ‘standing in the window in his boxer shorts’ had become a thing. Or, more accurately, she could not remember the exact timing, she had merely looked out the window one night and saw him there, in all his half-naked glory. He was an Adonis. He was every adjective to describe male sexuality, ever. She found him hot. He made her *feel* hot.

From across her way she studied his form. The toned thighs and legs, the shadows of dark hair all over the parts of his body she could see. How the dark hairs clouded over and became thicker from underneath his belly button, a delicious trail to where the fun began below the waistband of his boxer briefs.