My girlfriend’s roommate [MF] [Cheating]

[Prologue]

Last year I thought I was kicking goals. I finished university and landed a graduate position at my dream law firm. I was losing weight, exercising regularly and I had a girlfriend that was fairly good to me. However, not all good things are built to last. Fast forward 12 months and well, not everything was coming up milhouse.

After 12 months in hell at my ‘dream firm’ I quit my job, with the promise of a new position to fall through at the last moment and I was unemployed for a good couple of months. It was during this time that I started getting bored with my life. I realised that I was one of ‘those people’ – the ones whose career was literally their identity. I was spiralling. My applications to new positions were falling flat and my network was failing me.

My girlfriend’s sexy stockings

I remember the first time I saw you wearing the stockings, the transparent black material with the dark crossing lines covering your feet, you looked so sexy in them, I wanted to trace their outline till the end, I wanted to lay you down on your desk at work, hold your feet in my hands and take your shoes off, I wanted to admire how pretty your feet were, I wanted to caress your feet upwards, I wanted to touch your calf with the thin silky material under my hand, I wanted to squeeze your calf and hear you moan. 

 

I trace upwards and I find the end of it just below your knee, oh sweet journey, I didn’t want you to end but it did, I caress the back of your knees with my fingers under your skirt, you are so modest with your kneea together, I pull your skirt upwards to reveal the beauty of your legs, they look gorgeous in the stockings, I stop just as I reach your knee, I bend closely and I kiss the border of the stockings, one side at a time.

Watched at a seedy motel. [MF]

After a long day of traveling, my girlfriend and I were exhausted. Our last flight landed at 1am. We decided to rent a hotel room is a by that was cheap to save on some money. Once we claimed our baggage and got to our car, we drove to the location of our hotel. We had difficulty finding it at first but soon found the tiny access road that led to the entrance of a shady motel. As we pulled up I immediately noticed that we were in a rough part of town. The parking lot was gated and the hotel looked like it was in need of an update. As we checked in, we saw an armed security guard behind the desk. This did not make us feel any better about our choice to stay there. After checking in and buzzing through the gated area, we drove down the lot to our room. As we drove through, there were guys sitting in the lot drinking and a handful of teens boys running around between the motel rooms.

[FFm] [inc] Son Brings a Cougar Home to Mommy

The heat of the July day was fading into a cool evening. A soft breeze carried the scent of lilac bushes through the open window next to me as I sat on the large leather couch in my front room greedily reading my newest trashy romance. Ever since my divorce 5 years ago, the pressures of being a mother and bread-winner have reduced my sex life to this tacky erotica and, of course, my son Eric.

Eric is 22 years old and just graduated with a degree in Communications. He’s staying with me this summer before he enters the “real” world. I know most people would think it was monstrous or abusive, but ever since his father and I split, our relationship has been more than an average mother and son. At first, I wanted to make sure that he would know how to treat a woman properly, something the other men in my life have consistently failed to do, but it grew to be so much more.

I’m only forty-three myself, and I take very good care of myself. I love the feeling of turning heads of men half my age, and teasing Eric’s friends has always been a favorite pastime of mine. No harm in letting a little nip slip just to make a teenager squirm a bit, I always feel.

[M] Overhearing my friend [MF]

The following is a story inspired by events from a recent trip to a friend’s place. Do note that the brazen nature of my friend and his girlfriend and the fact that they left the door open make it clear that they were cool with me overhearing this.

We had been drinking all night, my friend’s girl is petite so she’s easy to make drunk. They went to his room, I went to the couch, to go to sleep. A few minutes later, I heard some giggling from her. She asked “are you sure?” And then I heard wet/kissing noises for a few more minutes. Then a slapping/thud sound followed immediately by a high pitched gasp, clearly from her. The gasps became quicker and turned into cute/hot moans.

She’s clearly enjoying herself, her moans beginning to mix with heavy breathing. At this point, I can’t help myself, her sounds have me going. I quietly move nearer to the wall to his room. I hear him a little, mostly grunting but she’s so much louder and clearer. I hear her say “harder, fuck me harder” and “don’t stop!” After a little while with more moaning and “slapping” she says “my turn to ride” and I hear some rustling and the moaning returns.

The Don: Chapter 1 [MFf] [nc]

The Don

Present Day:

I out the window to see a black BMW pull up outside. A man dressed in a sharp suit climbed out and started making his way toward the front door, briefcase in hand with his Blackberry pressed to his ear. He had a look on his face that told me he was not having a good night. It was about to get worse.

My attention was drawn away from the screen as the blonde head begging up and down in my lap started gagging. I yanked it up by the ponytail attached to the back of it. Her face was a mess. The red lipstick she had worn to dinner was smeared across her lips and I imagined it was smeared across my cock as well. Black tears of eye makeup ran down her cheeks as they puffed in and out quickly while she fought to regain her breath. I couldn’t tell whether the tears were caused by my 9 inch cock that she was struggling to engulf or the fear f what was about to happen to her. I looked into her bright, blue eyes.

The Don: Chapter 1 [MFf] [nc]

The Don

Present Day:

I out the window to see a black BMW pull up outside. A man dressed in a sharp suit climbed out and started making his way toward the front door, briefcase in hand with his Blackberry pressed to his ear. He had a look on his face that told me he was not having a good night. It was about to get worse.

My attention was drawn away from the screen as the blonde head begging up and down in my lap started gagging. I yanked it up by the ponytail attached to the back of it. Her face was a mess. The red lipstick she had worn to dinner was smeared across her lips and I imagined it was smeared across my cock as well. Black tears of eye makeup ran down her cheeks as they puffed in and out quickly while she fought to regain her breath. I couldn’t tell whether the tears were caused by my 9 inch cock that she was struggling to engulf or the fear f what was about to happen to her. I looked into her bright, blue eyes.

Spicing things up [MF]

My first post got deleted as this account wasn’t a day old. Let’s try again. Be nice, this is our first post ever =)

This story is abount me and my girlfriend of three years. To give you an idea, my girlfriend (we‘ll call her Lea) is brunette, about 5‘7“ tall, has small but wonderfully perky tits (I love how they are exactly one handful) and a nice figure. I myself am a little less than 6 feet, blonde long hair that I usually wear as a bun, beard and a pretty average body, although I have started to work out a few months ago and the effects are just starting to show. We are living together and both have pretty stressful lives, so our sex life wasn‘t the greatest for the last 3 years. However, Lea just ended her apprenticeship and we have been talking about spicing up our sex life again recently.

“Again?” [MF]

A tale of a thing that happened last weekend.

My girlfriend and I (check the second and third paragraphs [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5pksk3/mf_oral_the_shave/) if you want physical descriptions – and be happy for me that the frequency of head has increased since I wrote that! :D) hadn’t had sex for a little longer than usual owing to various work and child stresses. Finally, a clear weekend. I had no work, and the kids were babysat. Just us. There was only one way this Saturday night was going to go….

She showered first, and sat watching TV in her towel as I went for mine. When I emerged, her towel was already hung up, and whatever garbage had previously been on the screen was replaced by porn. Sometimes, she was as subtle as a brick through a window.

As I passed she pulled at my towel – it fell to the floor and I landed on the bed, and she was on me. There was no gentle passion in the kisses as our lips met over and over before she insistently shoved her tongue into my mouth, looking for mine – it was quickly found. Hands roamed up and down both bodies as we explored what, after all this time, was familiar but still exciting territory. She squeezed my fast hardening cock, I pawed at her tits and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Moans escaped into each other’s mouths.

[M]y [F]irst Fuck

Second post. Thanks for the feedback and messages regarding the first one, it’s been fun. This time it is the story of how I lost my virginity.

I was 18 and still a virgin in my final year of high school. At the time, it felt like I was really old to have not had sex but, in hindsight, it isn’t really that old at all. There’s a lot of bravado and bullshitting at school but when you look back, at least half of it was made-up. But at that point in my life I had come to conclusion that I was ready to get fucked and just wanted to get the first time over and done with.

It happened at the house party of one of my best friends, Jessica. I always found that high school parties were nothing like the stereotypical ones you see in American coming of age movies. They were much more like the portrayal in The Inbetweeners (UK version not US, obviously). I always assume everyone in the online world is American so for those who won’t have seen it, the general hypothesis is that high school parties consist of teenagers standing around awkwardly not really doing anything, just talking to the people they came with and then going home.