[MF] Finding a FWB for my Wife [mild NC]

My sex life with my wife had become almost non-existent and over time my fantasies had drifted to her being with another man to the point where that’s all I could think of. Our relationship was otherwise great but the few times I’d hinted about her being with someone else she’d dismissed it. I decided I was going to make it happen on my own.

I reached out to one of her male friends in her running group and he and I met for lunch. I asked him not to mention it to her and he was obviously confused but agreed. I had intended to ease in to the conversation, but once he and I were seated at the restaurant I just spilled my guts. He was a bit taken aback and hesitant. He reminded me that he was married and faithful to his wife but I pushed and asked him to flirt with her a little and see what happened. He finally agreed and promised to text me after their next run.

Ship Control 6 – Mf, Mind Control, Humiliation, Light BDSM, Dubcon

This is part 6 in a series. I don’t think I can link to the others here, but the readeranonerotica subreddit has an index stickied at the top with the rest of the series. I hope you enjoy.

“Yuna”, if you are out there, I know this is beyond what you paid for, with your dignity, and I hope you don’t mind if I take the story in a new direction.

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Yuna drifted in the most delightful dream. Totally helpless and at Henry’s mercy. At the mercy of his power. Henry tracing his hands along her skin, leaving no milometer untouched. Henry’s fingers finding their way into her every sacred space. His cock sliding into her. His words, his power, reverberating through her. Fucking.

As she drifted up, towards consciousness, the ache in her body, the ache from hours of hard sex. Sex like she had never had in her life. Except, no, they had only had sex the one time, in the shower. Not hours? Not enough to make her ache like this. Not enough for her to feel bruises.

Sia’s city exhibitionism Part 3 [solo, public , FF]

Sia felt so fulfilled and comfortable in her own skin she could’ve gone straight home, but she suddenly remembered the reason why she came here today: “The party!” she exclaimed and hurried out of the shopping center. It was almost nine now and the bar had surely opened already and it was being filled with the usual people. She took a few turns down some alley ways, where just a block off, she could already see some lights and music playing. The bar was called ‘The Black Rose’. She wasn’t aware of the naming process, but it was a bit cheesy for her taste. The folks who frequented the place were all mostly women who had a particular interest and the owners replied with equipping the place with lighting to fit the mood, some stalls for privacy and some round tables encircled by sofas which were unusually low. While the bar hadn’t explicitly allowed, nor advertised ‘that’ sort of behavior, it was usually tolerated, as long as nobody caused any trouble and stayed within reason and good taste and fun.

Birthday gift from the wife [MF] – Part 2

Thanks everyone for all the up votes for Pt 1.

If you haven’t read it, you can find it [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pfui4b/birthday_gift_from_the_wife_mf/).

I will also note that there is a lot of story at the top here so if your looking for the sexy part I will put them below a break line.

I raced toward the front door as my wife stomped toward me and we met in the living room. Her face was a shade of angry red that I had not seen in sometime and she had the balled up panties squeezed tight in her right fist. It was at this point, when my marriage/life was flashing before my eyes that all the red flags I missed from earlier were suddenly clear to me. I don’t remember the whole argument/shouting match, but I will do my best to fill in the important bits and paraphrase the rest.

John’s Day Out, Part One [MM] [Oral] [Anal] [Fiction]

He missed his bed.

John knew his own bed, traveled every contour of its surface in nights of restless sleep. His head remembered the pillows, their softness worn away from years of use. His body felt for the mattress, the divots it had created as he often fell in after a tough day of work. Not even the sheets, with holes from which stuffing creeped which he’d been too lazy to fix, were missing. Replaced by a bed that had never been slept in. The warmth of these sheets, and the mattress’ soft surface beneath his back, were nice amenities to be sure. For a moment, he even considered going back to sleep. But, a promise WAS a promise. And when Marcia had already been so kind, doing this little thing wouldn’t hurt.

Forcing himself to wake up, John shoved the covers aside. Even in just the single night, staying with his neighbor was the most sleep he’d gotten in weeks. He’d even done so in pajamas, mostly to avoid uncomfortable situations in the middle of the night. Thankfully his wardrobe was 90% sweatpants, so finding something to put on had been no trouble at least. He’d put on a shirt as well, though something told him that would be less of an issue. Odds were, she wouldn’t be interested in his chubby stomach and hairy chest.

Wife’s friend helps with their marriage part 8 [MF+FF] [Sharing]

Susan: Hey baby! How’s your evening going?

Rob: Good thanks, Mark has drunk way too much as usual! He’s making a tit of himself with a group of girls far too sober for him.

Rob: I think they are stringing him along for kicks.

Susan: Ha ha. A group you say, you should go be his wingman!

Rob: lol

Susan: I’m serious, go and have a flirt. Enjoy yourself.

Rob: It wouldn’t feel right without you here. Besides he is totally hammered.

Susan: You’re only flirting! No harm, and it isn’t like you’re doing it behind my back.

Rob: I’ll see. How is Jane… you guys “having fun” ;)

Susan: She’s good. And not yet, but I hope so later xx

Rob: Me too, you can tell me about it when I get home.

Susan: Get this though, remember the lonely friend? The one she sent pics and a video of me to, in the hotel room?

Rob: Yeah, still not sure that was wise to let her, you don’t even know who he is.

Susan: It’s cool, I trust her, don’t you?

Do you really want to go to the party? – Cindy & I Part 1 [MF]

Alternative title: “How I (finally) ate my first pussy”

Sexy stuff starts at ~~~~~~~~~

Sometimes you see something and instinctively know you will like it. For me that was the first time I saw someone eat a pussy in porn. I was instantly mesmerized by the picture and my imagination ran wild. How does it feel? Taste? Smell? And more importantly how do you do it?

Sadly it took quite some time for me to finally get to perform. Being a late bloomer and not able to flirt or pick up anyone, my tongue was left unproductive. In addition my ex (two year relationship) really didn’t like the idea of anything put but a dick touching her vagina and no begging could change her mind. Funnily enough going down on me was no issue. I really hope she is doing fine now and managed to adjust to her body (and if not that would also be okay). Nevertheless this is just a preface to show my eagerness to perform and I quite like the story as a whole.

Fucking my Step-Aunt [M/F][Fiction]

My parents split shortly after I was born. They were both 18, and my biological mother didn’t want to be shackled by a baby so young. She didn’t want anything to do with me so my father took me in.

A month later my father met my now mother, Amanda, and a year later they married. Her father and mother are still young, both of them are 35 because they had her when they were younger but they are good people and raised Amanda together, which is more than I can say for my egg-donor. My now grandparents also had their own child, Beatrice or Bea for short, around the same time I was born. I call her B.

Yes, I am a few weeks older than my step-aunt.

The dynamic between the two in-laws, whenever they would meet has been somewhat strange as my father’s parents were in their late 60’s (they had him later in life, a miracle baby as some would say) and my step-mother’s parents are old enough to be their kids. It was weird to say the least but they were amicable. While my step-mom’s parents didn’t want the title of “grandparents” they acted the part well enough and saw me as their first grandchild.

[F]riends with [M]any Benefits – Part 2: Game Night

There had been no new encounters and we told no one to avoid all the questions and drama. We were playing Mad Wish (a spinner/card game version of Dirty Truth or Dare) with a group of friends. I was sitting across from him. A few rounds went by and the alcohol began to sink in. Truths were spilt, dares were completed, and shots were taken. Everyone really started to loosen up.

He flicked the spinner, drew a “Dare” card and read it out loud, “Suck a finger of the person in front of you for 30 seconds.”

He chuckled and looked at me as I held up my hand. He took my hand and wrapped his lips around my pinky. With his lips sealed, no one was able to see his tongue dancing around my finger. Everyone was laughing as it was a bit awkward. Meanwhile, I was shifting in my seat as I imagined his tongue dancing on my clit.

After 30 seconds, the game continued. A few more people took their turns and it got to me. I flicked the spinner, drew a “Dare” card and read it out loud, “Touch the bum of the player across from you for 30 seconds.”

Had a train ran on me while I was blindfolded and I still don’t know who used me [FM]

This has been an unfulfilled fantasy of mine for quite awhile, in fact I’ve talked about it before on reddit, and about a week ago, I finally had it happen and my mind hasn’t stopped racing since!

For those that have followed my stories and posts in the past, my husband and I for a time being were swingers and regularly swapped with a group of couples, but since the pandemic, the group kind of fell apart and I have been craving my slutty gangbang ways dearly the last few months. We’ve tried to be relatively safe and limit our contact with friends and family, so getting gangbanged was completely out of the question. However, I got quite a surprise a few days after Christmas.

Christmas itself was pretty low key. A few normal gift exchanges and I was already a happy wife. A few days later, my husband lets me know that he’s gonna fuck my brains out when he gets back from running his errands, sending me dirty messages all day, getting me hot and turned on. He tells me to get ready when he gets back because he’s been particularly horny and has a few kinky ideas he wants to try with me.