My gf’s (f)riend made my gf cum, fucked my brains out, then left us to it [FF] [MF]

This follows on directly from [Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jecihg/watching_my_gf_fuck_her_friend_after_they_sucked/)

Previous installments can be read as standalone (or not).

Part 1 is [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j7vrh1/mf_the_time_sally_used_me_for_her_fantasy_after_i/)

Part 2 is [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j9s2p3/mf_that_time_my_gf_sally_fed_my_fantasy_about/)

Part 3 is [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ja9gn3/ffm_my_girlfriend_24_shared_me_m25_with_her/)

Part 4 is [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jctozd/when_i_m_was_fucked_for_the_first_time_by_my_gf/)

As I sat there, naked, a light smile on my lips to see the entwined pair before me lying freshly fucked in the candlelight, I saw Gill’s eyes flicker open. She glanced sideways at me, and her eyes widened slightly and she licked her lips. A sly grin flashed across her face and I could see an idea dawn on her. She began to caress Sally, bringing her hands underneath her to cup her breasts and stroking her behind lightly, moving from post-coital cuddling to seduction. I could see Sally begin to squirm in response. Gill’s hands drifted still lower and I can could see her begin to work her fingers between Sally’s legs. Sally began to shift and moan. I could see where this was going: Gill was going to fuck my girlfriend in front of me. The prospect brought more blood into my groin and my cock began to rise.

[MF] All my hookups #2 – Meeting a Colombian jazz singer at a show and taking her home

This was almost 20 years ago, when I was a sophomore in college. It had been about a year and a half since I had last had sex, or a hookup of any kind, which was with my high school girlfriend (previous story #1). I was playing jazz all day and all night, with no time and no opportunity for messing about with ladies.

**Meeting**

One night I went by myself to see Brad Mehldau at the Village Vanguard in Manhattan. I didn’t have a reservation, so I just waited in line for like an hour. In front of me was an attractive young woman about my age; we’ll call her M. She struck up a conversation with me, and I learned that she was a jazz singer from Colombia who had recently come to New York just like me. She was a little shorter than me, two years older (22), and really cute. I didn’t think anything of it of course, since jazz musicians love to talk to each other, and hookups were not even on my radar.

[FM] My gf [25F] is finally making fun of my cock [24M] after fucking my friend [22M]

As long as I remember, being humiliated for the size of my cock has been one of my kinks. Being humiliated has always been hot, and being told I have a small cock is the best kind of humiliation.

There’s always been two problems with this scenario. First, I don’t have a small cock. Second, my girlfriend doesn’t like to lie when it comes to kinks. Yet against all odds, my fantasy finally came true.

 

The size of my cock has always made me feel weird about my kink. It’s always felt wrong to talk about it, or even really acknowledge it, because society tells us bigger is better. It’s always felt like this fantasy of mine is a slap in the face of most guys out there, and that’s not okay with me. I get off on being humiliated, not on making others feel bad.

Loving Couple tries out an open relationship.

My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest. It’s a feeling that really can’t be matched by anything else. I was being led by the hand to her bedroom.

For sex. Why beat around the bush? It’s that gut feeling when you know it’s about to be that time. You feel the blood rushing down. You feel your mind going carnal, and thinking about whatever you can do to ensure your dick ends up balls deep in some pussy soon. I ate up her silhouette with my eyes while she opened the door to her bedroom. She was slim.

Slimmer than my girlfriend. She had a little bit of curve to her body, but I was so used to my girlfriend’s hourglass physique that this seemed like a drastic change for me. The carnal feeling felt even more enhanced due to the fact that this wasn’t my partner. It was like that pit of guilt in your stomach sat and bubbled up until it mixed with the excitement and lust, and turned into a cocktail of intoxicating emotions.

Drunken Shenanigans [MF]

My wife went out for a friend’s bachelorette party last night, and, as I suspected, things got pretty rowdy. She’d been excitedly telling me about the plans the girls had concocted: bar crawl through their old college neighborhood with the final destination being a somewhat upscale strip club.

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” she promised with a smile and a bat of her eyes.

“Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I joked.

She was all dressed up in her going out attire: a tight dress and short skirt, full makeup with sexy dark red lips, stilettos—the whole works that would tantalize any man. She’s honestly out of my league in the looks department, and she knows it.

“Don’t worry, baby,” she said. “It’s just a few drinks with the girls. You already know them all.”

To be honest, I secretly hoped she would indulge in a few too many drinks, as it actually turns me on when she gets a bit too boozy for her own good and acts a bit slutty. Fortunately, she did not disappoint.

My Best Friend Part 3 (plot, love, cons, friends)

“Come on you lazy bums. I want to see some hustle.”

I ran in full gear running laps listening to my coach yell at us. Thanks to one of my teammates pissing off the coach we have been awarded to running ‘Geronimo’s’ for the remainder of practice.

I ran quietly dreading hearing coach blow his whistle. If he did blow his whistle whoever was last in the line would yell ‘Geronimo’ and sprint his way to the front of the line. Once that said person made it to the front then the rest of us would have to keep up the pace until we heard the coach blow his whistle twice. This always kept up until the coach blew his whistle long enough and then tell us that practice was over. Usually when we ran ‘Geronimo’s’ a lot of the team would end up puking.

I hated when someone on the squad pissed off the coach. Usually I refrained from pissing off the coach because after practice was done whoever pissed off coach got a soap beating afterwards. And those are never fun.

Watching slut gf’s bar hookup

Following on from our hotel experience (see profile for story) Kelly and I were keen to continue our new found love of cuckolding. So one night, Kelly put on her shortest, tightest dress and we went out to a local bar, had a few drinks and then Kelly hit the dance floor.

Kelly was on the hunt for another big dick that could satisfy her in ways that I couldn’t. She must’ve danced with 3 or 4 guys that night, flirting with them and grinding on them, each one of them groping her ass and tits as I watched on from across the bar. Then eventually, she found the one, Kevin. Kevin was a black man in his late 20s, about 6’2”, muscular body. Kelly saw him on the dance floor and began chatting to him, flirting and pressing her body against him. They began making out as he grabbed her ass and she ran her hand up his thigh to see if she could feel how big he was through his jeans. She gave me a thumbs up from across the bar, this was the one she wanted to fuck.

Dark Damsel In Distress

I felt so alive, walking alongside you, Sir. As I walked slightly behind you, I couldn’t help but stare and smile at where I was and who I was with. You looked so good in the sunlight and so manly without even trying. You were so attractive with your assertiveness and firmness. You are the quiet type that only spoke when needed to. The kind of guy that doesn’t really smile but has all his sexy attributes on display. I found it so cute that even though you put on this mean, alpha male type of front, I still saw your soft plushy side and I loved it.

I stopped staring and smiling like a crazy girl before someone noticed how creepy I must have looked. I continued to face forward at the path ahead of us.

We were going camping in the woods!

We were with his friends, Sam and his girlfriend, Sarah. I know camping is scary sometimes but it looks like a lot of fun when your with other people, plus I felt pretty safe around him…

I [M] had ever fantasized about my dad and my girlfriends

I don’t know why , but I have ever had this kind of dirty thoughts about my dad and my girlfriends ! When I was younger we used to play soccer together so I’ve seen him lot of time under the shower… and he’s really big ( I’ve never seen hard but I think it’s around 9/10 inch).
One of my first girlfriend was too much flirty with him , always wear short and revealing dresses in front of him , make jokes and staring a lot , once she sat on his lap “for joke”
Since I was 16 year old I’ve ever fantasized about him fucking all of my girlfriend, using them like his personal sluts, letting them blowing him every time they can. Nobody in real life know nothing about it

[m]y neighbors g[f] was tired of being ignored

This was back in 2008 ish. I moved to a new city for university with a few buddies. We rented out a townhouse halfway between the school and the bars. Very strategic on our behalf.

We liked to party and were happy to find out that our neighbors did as well. Shortly after we moved in they invited us over for some drinks and a meet and greet.

Our neighbor was a great guy. He was into skateboarding and photography. His girlfriend was a sexy little blonde, 10/10 bombshell, country girl with the prettiest face I ever saw and a perfect phat ass. He had a website showing off his pics and she was the focal point of most of his photo shoots.

Us and them really hit it off. We partied together lots. He also sold some mild party favors on the side and always had a crowd coming and going.

During this time i should also mention that I was in a long distance relationship with a girl back home. I was playing rugby at the time but my partying and studying led to giving that up and packing on a few pounds.