My first threesome [Group]

*True story, to the best of my recollection anyway. It starts slowly but I thought it necessary to set the stage. Names changed a little but that’s about it. I’d love feedback if you’d be willing to take a moment and comment or send me a message.*

I was re-introduced to Laura when I was a senior in college. Our parents went to the same church and apparently got it in their heads that we would be a nice couple. Laura is three years older than me and was working at her first real job after college but while she was in high school she used to babysit my younger sister for some extra cash. Of course I fantasized about her at the time: what teenage boy wouldn’t? Laura’s body is all delicious curves: her breasts are full DD cups and her ass stretched the seat of her pants nearly to the breaking point.

Nothing came of our time together back then though. I forgot about her as I drunkenly stumbled through college and the associated parties, thoroughly enjoying myself along the way. Our parents contrived to have us join them for a big Sunday lunch (dinner down here in the South) and I was a bit surprised how well we hit it off.

Interested in sharing your GoneWildStory on stage in Portland, OR? [F][M][Group][TF][TM]

Hello /r/gonewildstories!

I am one of the producers of [The Mystery Box Show](http://www.mysteryboxshow.com), a live sex-themed storytelling series based in Portland, Oregon. (think “The Moth” but with more adult themes)

We have read so many wonderful stories from folks here on this subreddit, and we’d love to reach out to anyone in the Portland area with a story to share, who many be interested in pitching their stories to appear on our stage.

We’re always looking for new storytellers to showcase, and if you or anyone you know sound like a good candidate for what we do, we would love to hear from you.

Our goal is to cover as many sexual experiences as possible: from vanilla to kinky, straight, queer, and everything in between. As long as the story has good emotional stakes, or a surprising turn, or is simply unique in an unexpected way, it is likely a great fit for our show.

Please feel free to ask any questions you have in this thread or in a private message. I would be happy to provide any information I can. Thank you for your time, and I look forward to hearing from all of you!

Fantasy Island Day 5 [Bi] [MF] [MM] [MMF] [Fdom] [Msub]

As I woke, there was relatively silence bar the tick-tock of a clock in the room. Friday. Really?

I was beginning to panic about having to leave the island and go back to real life. My job was stressing me out. I was lonely. I was sick of family expectations. Here, I could be myself and I found myself deeply bound to the woman next to me. She had my balls tied up in ropes and inserted a metal rod into my dick. Did it hurt? Just a pinch. I remember going for a pee on her in the shower and there was only a slight sting. When I woke up in the morning, I did before she roused and stood before the toilet. Morning wood meant aiming was a little difficult. Without any pain, I pissed into the bowl and smiled.

Uber Driving Slut on a Ferry to Vashon [FM],[exhibition], [public]

Hi Y’all,

My Uber adventures continue and I had one that just happened today I had to write about. A guy I’d had fun with in the past contacted me, telling me he’d be flying into SeaTac today and if I could pick him up. He offered to pay me double what Uber would pay so I figured sure. We’d had a great time and I’d blow his lovely cock in the back of my Honda Odyssey in a Fry’s parking lot when I owned it.

He told me he’d be landing at 10:20AM this morning and sure enough right on the minute I got a text saying he’d landed and to pick him outside the Alaskan Airlines baggage area. He was really excited to see me and gave me a hug and a kiss as he jumped in the front seat of the Hybrid Accord I’m now driving. He told me I looked terrific and was so happy I accepted to pick him up.

He then said, “I have a special offer for you. If you can give me a ride to my friend’s home on Vashon Island I’ll give you a great tip and pay for your time/mileage back home.”

[M]y [F]irst time (Cheating) with a Former Employee

As the title says, I cheated on my wife with a former work mate. I could say that I’m not proud of that fact, but here I am telling the story, without any guilt. If you want to judge, feel free to skip over this and move on to the next one. To tell the story, Ill give you some background information.

I’m fifty two years old and have been married for twenty three years. I’ve been fortunate to have been retired for over four years. The company that I worked for (I started working there right after high school) was acquired by a much larger competitor. Since the ownership group liked me and my work, I was able to purchase a minority stake in the business years earlier. When the sale was completed, I found myself suddenly retired at forty eight and wondering what to do with the rest of my life. I’d made enough on the sale that I never have to work again.I decided to spend the time on self improvement;quit drinking except for social occasions, improved my diet, and became obsessed with exercise. I can honestly say that I’m in the best shape of my life. I’ve lost over 80 pounds. It was more but I had a great winter (too much food and drink) and gained back 10 pounds.

My [F]irst Threesome [MFM]

*Hey all. This is my first post here, so I did want to say that (a) it’s kinda long, (b) it contains some drug use, and (c) I hope you enjoy it.*

My first threesome took place almost by accident. I was a couple of months into my freshman year at Cal State when a couple of sophomore boys stopped me on campus one morning and gave me an invite to a Halloween house party. Since it was walking distance from where I was living, I knew it wasn’t a frat thing, and I had a pretty badass costume I’d been working on, I hit up a couple of my housemates and we decided to go together.

We weren’t naive to the reasons sophomore boys randomly invite freshmen girls to house parties, but it was being talked about enough that we knew a lot of other people would be there, and we agreed beforehand that we’d have each other’s backs and not get separated. We were curious and available, sure, but we also thought we were smart enough to keep things under control and not do anything we’d regret later.

In theory, anyway.

[M]y Passionate Drunken [F]uck Up with a Girl from the Bar [Cheating]

I posted my first story yesterday. I thought it would be my only one, but I had a lot of fun writing it, so I figured I’d get another one out. Sorry, this is the one where you find out I can be a shitty person. I’m not proud of this one but it makes for a decent story.

A handful of years ago I was at a weird place in my life. I had managed to peal myself out of a short bout of depression by majorly changing my daily habits and lifestyle. Gym, nofap, forcing myself out of my comfort zone, etc. Over a period of 6 months they had a profound impact on my life. I landed a new, much more fulfilling job, and I was connecting with people as I never had before. Everything was going well for me and I had endless energy. Working a 60+ hr week was easy and I still had energy to party on the weekends. I was in my mid-twenties.

I enjoyed this time but looking back I see how the success went to my head a bit. I was neglecting my relationship in favor of the new career and the lifestyle that came with it. We had a work hard, party hard culture at the office.

Fantasy Island Day 4 [Fdom] [Msub] [MF] [oral] [mast]

The shackles were off. Mistress immediately drew me towards the bed. I felt the vortex of insanity as I sat on the edge of the bed when she wrapped her lips around my cock.

This wet tongue and the seriously wicked lashings as she took my entire length into her throat. She did cough just a little before releasing me and focussing on the tip of my penis whilst her hand manipulated my shaft. Yes, it was what I wanted but how was one to act in this scenario? She expertly sucked me off, and I felt my balls retract. At that moment, I pulled out of her mouth and promptly shot a pissing stream of cum all over her tits. She giggled.

*“Paul, I could sense some uncertainty about what was to happen there. But I am a bit iffy about blow jobs. I prefer not to have cum in my mouth, bad prior experiences and all. So I am glad you sensed my discomfort. I do not normally deep throat either.”*

*“I know. I don’t know what I did to deserve a blow job though.”*

New Jack (3 – 4)

3.

Monday morning dawned to find Jack already on the road, his sneakers beating a steady staccato onto the wet pavement. He had pushed on this run, still keeping the distance at a respectable three miles but working to drive his mile time down. He idly wondered why no one else around here was out jogging. There were plenty of lights appearing in windows but not a lot of movement at 6 am.

He saw the women as he rounded the next bend. Both relatively tall, ponytails swinging as they jogged along. As the pair passed under a streetlamp he recognized Debbie from the previous night’s adventure. She and her husband had snuck back to their house like teenagers under the cover of darkness after she had given him a deep kiss in parting. Bill had been grinning from ear to ear as he stuck out his hand to take his leave.

It had taken him a moment or two upon awakening to remember and reconstruct yesterday. His morning erection demanded attention, but Jack figured he could find a better use for the load and so opted instead to go for a run.

New Jack (1 – 2)

This is my first attempt at erotica. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Jack dropped the box with a finality that he felt adequately expressed how sick of moving he was. It was the last box, one of the heavy ones containing books he couldn’t bear to part with. Most of his other possessions and accoutrement of the past 13 years of his life had either had been offloaded through a garage sales and outright donations to homeless shelters. He had split from his wife, Amanda, amicably enough: she had abruptly decided to start fucking her coach at the gym and, hey, who was he to stop her. Their sex life had gotten stale over the years and, if he were honest with himself, he would miss her body but wasn’t too fussed about losing her as a person. They had simply grown apart and maybe it was just inertia that had kept them together anyway.