The FB Message[MF][Cheating]

It started with that all too familiar ding of a new FB message. I was close to calling it a night. My wife and children were out of town for the next couple days on a camping trip with my in laws, that work wouldn’t allow me to join. 10pm on a Friday night might seem early to knock out for the night, but until that ding went off, I didn’t have much to stay up for. I grabbed my phone expecting a good night note from my wife, but was met with something else entirely.

“I know it’s been almost 10 years…” the message started. It was from Jessica. We had met in high school nearly 20 years ago now. She was first introduced to me as the latest big breasted blonde that my friend had on his arm. Though we were all 17 at the time, Jessica had a reputation as a party girl and an easy lay. That’s all my friend needed to hear to ask her out. We all expected that they would last a few weeks or a couple months, then he would be over her and move on, as he did. Our friend group was surprised when she was still around after graduation, and even more shocked when we found out they were expecting a little girl. The baby was born and then the wedding happened soon after.

[M4A] How Could I Resist this Hot Girl? [Age Difference.]

Walking alone across the field behind the school on my way home I heard the sound of light feet on the grass catching me up. I glanced back to see Della Harding, one of my tutor group girls, clearly wanting to speak to me.
“Hi Mr. Blackburn. (puff). Can I walk home with you. I live at the other end of your street, you know.”
“Hello Della. Yes I know and of course it’s all right.”
“Mr Blackburn. I know you want to fuck me and it would be cool if you did. I have wanted to be fucked by you since years ago.”
“Della! You mustn’t talk to me like that. And you could get me into trouble for just not reporting you.”
“Oh! Mr Blackburn – you wouldn’t do that especially when you are dying to fuck me right now. I understand the way you look at me and I know that my appearance sends the boys in my class mad so it’s no different for you. You lost your girlfriend a year ago and a young hot girl who is sexually active and wants you like fuck – it would be crazy not to take me when I offer myself to you – no strings.”
“Jeez, Della! This isn’t’ fair. I may be your tutor but I’m a normal man too.”
“That’s the thing – you’re far better than a normal man and I am going to fuck you – one way or another, if it takes me ten years. When we get to your house, ask me in for a cup of tea and we can chat.”
I knew I was risking suicide but I admit that I couldn’t resist her naughty smile and luscious slim body and I told myself that it was just going to be a up of tea and ten minutes before she would be gone. We went indoors. I went to the kitchen while Della wandered over the house – even going upstairs whilst keeping up a conversation in a chatty voice.
“I’m just looking at the bed that you’re going to fuck me i first.”
“Come down for this tea.” I said hardly daring to speak for the sound of my heart beat and I had to take small steps because of the obvious woody that had sprung up.
“Look! You are stiff! Mr Blackburn. You need me now. (I know your name is Simon but I shall continue to call you Mr Blackburn. It sounds nice and naughty. I’m very much younger than you but I’m going to pretend to be younger still.” She giggled and sucked her thumb. “I’ll suck your cock if you like.”
Della, Dear. I said that I’m just a normal man so of course you are affecting me but in my position, I can’t allow that to change my mind. You are my student in my school and I mustn’t lay a finger on you.”
Why didn’t I throw her out? Because there were two of me, at least, in my head and the stronger one was, as Della said, gaging to have her.
“Couldn’t we just agree that eventually we are going to fuck.” There was a long pause. I stood up, turned three hundred and sixty degrees and sat down.
“Della.”
“Yes”
“Della! Are you sure about this? I’m going to lose my job.”
“No you won’t silly. I’m not going to tell anybody and so why would they find out?”
“God. I wasn’t expecting to be taking this giant leap today or any day.”
“Are you saying yes? Oh Jeez! I didn’t think it was going to be so easy. There you are! I said that you were gagging to have me. You’ve been sensible and allow your hormones and that bad boy in your pants overrule the stuffy school master and taken the opportunity of having some crazy sex with a sex kitten who wants to eat you. an we settle this and do it straight away. I’ll be ill in a minute if I don’t get a bit of cock action and an orgasm or two.”
“You have planned this?”
“Yup, for a year. Letts just have a bed cuddle and see where it goes. One of us might get cold feet Hahaha.”
We moved few feet at a time, me cupping her breasts, her touching my trouser bulge and tickling my neck. Arriving in the bedroom, Della said “Hold me loosely while I slip my uniform off”
“You’re not wearing uniform.”
“Shut up, Daddy, you’re trying to ruin it.”
In a few seconds Della was naked – me still fully dressed.
“Leave it! The first time your cock comes in me you must be in your full teaching day time clothes.”
I wrapped my arms round the World of agonisingly beautiful womanhood, fell with them onto my bed, rolled onto my back and impaled Della on my cock as The World wanted me to.

[FM] Used like a whore by an older black businessman

This happened last week at work.

So, I live in a big city in Germany. I work as a waitress at a restaurant on the first floor of a hotel. The hotel is a common place for attendees of local business conventions (the convention center is just a block away from the hotel) to stay. Usually most of the guests are from Europe, but I’d say about 20% of the time you get a more “international” crowd in the house. This was one of those nights.

Anyway, here we go.

A group of guys comes in around 10 PM, and they’re speaking English. They’re ordering a few apps and drinks like crazy and tossing them back. Their table had most of my attention. Well, one of them did, anyway. They were all in their 40s to 50s, probably married, average looking, except for one of them who was a huge, imposing black guy in his late 50s. He was at least 195cm tall and weighed around 150kg and had this deep-dark resonating voice. Like you know from my first story, I find black men to be one of the sexiest men out there, and this older black guy made me very nervous and excited at the same time.

The Student Becomes the Teacher [MF]

This is a love story that took place many moons ago when we were in our late twenties. It is all true with some details changed. I met “Maria” at a party and we immediately hit it off. She was a very fit brunette with large boobs, a skinny waist, and an ass to die for, sitting atop a pair of shapely legs. To top it off she had sexy eyes and a great smile. As for me, I had a muscular build from years of playing sports and sported a 6.5-inch tallywacker which did most of my thinking at the time. 

Maria was recently out of a dead-end relationship. From the get-go, she was open to regular sex, which suited me fine. As I learned a bit about her sexual history, I realized that her sex life up to that point had been pretty vanilla. She was raised a good Catholic girl. She did not have a lot of sexual partners. Sex for her was something done in the bedroom, in the dark, in missionary, and (apparently) was over pretty quickly. But seeing how horny she was, I decided to push the envelope a bit. 

When Philip Owned Me (MM/MF) part 1

Philip grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
At the time he had done this, I was face down on his floor, my head turned to one side and my arms pinned behind my back. I was propped up on my knees with my legs spread apart. I had been this way for nearly an hour. My legs, taint, and balls were wet from the combination of lube, spit and cum that had been firstly deposited into my asshole by a sizeable group of philips close friends and secondly leaked out to run down my taint, on to my throbbing, almost painfully erect cock, down my legs, past the garter on my thigh, and had made its way into a small damp spot on the deeply shagged rug in philips den.
“You ruined my rug” philip said gruffly into my ear.
I meant to apologize to him, as any good bitch would, but I was moaning from the pain of philips hand pulling my hair. My mouth was open, my wrists hurt from the belt wrapped around them, I was tired, sweaty, and my asshole felt as sore as one might expect it.

An Amethyst in Las Vegas [M/F]

The weekend had been a blur.

Every couple years, he met up with his buddies in Las Vegas. They all left their significant others at home to enjoy a weekend of sun, gambling, and debauchery.

It was Sunday morning and he turned over in his bed to see the most beautiful woman sleeping next to him. She had curly brown hair, tattoos, and the hottest body he had seen in person in a long time. As he stumbled to the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror, and tried to recall what had happened that weekend.

On Friday evening, as his plane began it’s descent into Las Vegas, with the lights of the casinos and strip catching his eye, he knew that this weekend would be unlike any that had been before. It had been a while since he had met up with his buddies and one of them had just gone through a divorce, so they would be on the lookout for meeting as many potential partners for his buddy as possible. He knew that he would have to be his wingman and help his buddy to at least get laid and get him over his misery.

Fucking [M]y [F]latmate and her Best[F]riend on the same day

Let me paint you the full picture…(for those looking to jump straight to the more lurid details feel free, It will be marked **** Clara is softer and Laura is rougher. Enjoy with my blessing.)

**PRELUDE**

First and foremost, a little context. I’m Matt.
At the time I’m a 21 year old, second year university student who has recently ended up moving into a new flat with three people I barely knew in a rush, due to last minute organising essentially. I was also about a year out of a fairly problematic relationship that had lasted throughout my late teens to my early twenties which meant I’d spent the first year of university really exploring the benefits of single life. In short. I was an absolute man slut. Being 6’0, slim and toned with angular features blue eyes and wavy brown hair probably helped my cause. I won’t pretend I’m the most attractive person in a bar but I did quickly gather a wealth of experience that proved I didn’t necessarily have to ‘struggle’ in that department. Now, this has not only provided me with a fair few stories in my time, it also gave me quite the reputation. Naturally being known as the ‘easy fuck’ tends to have mixed responses amongst the women you get chatting to, some take issue with the narrative that is weaved around you, others it intrigues. Laura, one of my new housemates, appeared to fall into the latter category.

The ti[m]e I had sex in the middle of a busy downtown street in broad daylight [fm]

I was a late bloomer. Took me until 19 to lose my virginity, but then I took off. For a few years, I was a major slut and slept with around 100 women. I worked out (still do, check my profile) and am generally quite good-looking, so it came easy to me. I have a pretty good cock too so ladies would come back for more most of the time. For a few years, I’d typically have three or more women on rotation (more than that, scheduling gets complicated…). There was a full year where I never masturbated because I just had that much sex.

Anyway, I’m sharing some of these stories because I like reminiscing and it turns me on to talk about my sex life openly. I’d shared these online back in the day too, which is why I have the detailed write-ups. Everything here is true.

OK let’s go. Wind back the time.

Married with little sex (Lagos,Nigeria) [MF]

Met this woman once at a lounge in Lagos, apparently on a ladies night out with her friends; most already looked wasted as fuck, so my friend and I noticed the group of them. At a point they started laughing loud and I guess they noticed us staring so invited both of us over, all looked above 30 but a lady appeared put of the mix, very young compared to the rest. Started talking to a woman said she was 32, married for 6 years but had a better sex life outside marriage which was the case for most of them. Found out she’s slept with 2 men and 4 women since getting married and in the drunken state she showed me her vibrator telling me she allows people use it on her but not sleep with her, she loves being watched.

At this point I’m 1 bottle of Jameson and 1 can of smirnoff in, getting hard already, so placed my hand on her thigh, she’s wearing what we call an ‘asewo dress’ and repositioned her body lower. Now her left hand is on my chest, and she’s begging to be fingered, telling me her friends won’t mind, I look over and the friend I came with and 2 of her friends are nowhere to be seen; I’m already convinced.

Fucking my virgin girlfriend’s friend with her permission [MFF]

This is the next eventful story with my girlfriend at the time that wanted to stay a virgin but let me fuck her ass. The original story is linked below.

Virgin says anal sex is ok [MF] from gonewildstories

Even though sex and anal were off the table with Rose we continued to date and I made due with blowjobs and eating her out. It sucked, no pun intended but I still enjoyed our time together. She must have sensed that I wasn’t completely happy with that aspect but I tried to assure her that it didn’t really bother me. I could handle the fact we weren’t having sex even though she knew my history, that’s when she came to me with an idea to make up for things.

“What if we invited a girl to join us and we have a threesome”

That definitely got my attention, it’s always been a fantasy of mine at that point but “you’re kidding right, this is a test right”

“I’ve thought about this, and I’m ok with it this one time. It’s my way to make things up to you”