Tag: Group

Our fourth time fucking on a hike: almost got caught this time! [FM]

My wife and I have had sex outdoors three times before. All of them were exciting, but the fourth time was even more so!

A little bit of description to help you picture things better. My wife is about 163 cm, tanned, in good shape, and has dark hair. Her tits are small and a little floppy with pink gumdrop nipples; they’re sort of like Natalie Dormer’s in The Tudors. She has a big, amazing ass and strong, thick thighs, as well as a hairy pussy.

I’m about 177 centimeters with a somewhat skinny frame, though I’ve definitely become chubbier over the pandemic and have developed something of a dad bod. I have pale skin, long strawberry-blond hair, and a circumcised cock that’s a little over 15cm when erect.

It had been a few years since we had last fucked outside, since we don’t often get to go on hikes away from the kids. But just a few weeks ago, we had pulled up to a relatively secluded hiking spot on a vacation and decided to try for it. As we walked along the shaded path that followed a creek, I pulled out my phone and asked her to flash me. She pulled up her top, and then said that we should find a place to have sex before more people came along. Read more »

Part 2: Maybe it was the drugs, but I sure enjoyed the attention. [Group]

So, I decided to tell the rest of some of these stories starting w this one:

Cocaine slut? Nah, plain old slut. from SluttyConfessions

Waking up between Todd and Joe was…interesting? I was…well, on Cloud 9. Not at first. I was worried about what people would say. And then I realized, I didn’t REALLY know anyone here. I was in a different county. I felt safe. Dana knew me but…we didn’t share other friends. So, I nuzzled down between my two lovers. I was making peace with my situation. Todd told me, as if he knew, he would keep me as safe as I wanted to be. I smiled at him, knowing what he meant, and I surrendered a little more right then. He kissed me, softly. Joe hugged me, and I turned to him, and kissed him too. About then, I heard the door softly open. Footsteps. And someone on the bed. Read more »

My first time with consensual non-consent

I couldn’t believe I could have this power over another human being. The thrill of their body tensing up, resisting me, and me shoving a hand into their back forcing them onto the mattress. A soft plea escapes. “No, please… .stop. I’ve never done this before.” I pause for just a moment, my mind snapping at me that this wasn’t right. But it only takes just a moment for me to realize. That wasn’t the safe word. A devilish grin spreads across my face as I force my hand harder into their shoulder blades and force my dick in even further.

Let me back up, because this may not be what it seems.

My name is Cara. I’m 28, and like most late millennials, I’m in therapy. I’ll spare you the details, but I think we’re close to finally getting past some things in my past. Recently we’ve been talking about reclaiming my power, and retelling my story. Part of that has been reclaiming my sexual identity in a light that puts me in power. With no men in sight and the post-covid world being quite stifling for meeting new people I was a little stuck. Not exactly fertile ground to practice my newfound mindset. Read more »

[Group] [30F] A day at the beach and how I helped to make someone so much luckier than they could ever have imagined

This is something that happened very recently, and I’ll try to be as concise with the details as possible in hopes that I can maybe talk about it more specifically with you people! That said, there’s a lot to say in order to really communicate what happened, so forgive me if it’s a bit longer than I intended.

I’m in my late 20s and I have a best friend who has been my best friend for pretty much both our entire lives. I have never really had a fixed friend group, as I prefer to have individual friendships, but she does have a close friend group and so I’ve got to know the people in it over the years.

They are a very close group of friends who have stuck together ever since early high school. So a very long time ago. They were the nerdy group in high school, and are still very much like that in a lot of ways. Most of them very successful, living incredibly normal lives. Nothing truly exciting to note. Read more »

Summer Nights (Part 2) [MF] [MM]

If you haven’t read Part One, you can [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oy7d4l/summer_nights_part_1/).

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We didn’t talk about what happened that night for several days. But maybe after a week, I got a text from Dylan in the middle of a hot afternoon.

DYLAN: Hey man, my parents are gone again. Want to come over?

There was no doubt to his meaning. Saying his parents were gone “again” showed what was on his mind. I don’t remember what I was doing at the time–probably watching TV or playing a video game–but I was now both half-hard and nervous. Was I, were we, going to do it again? What did that mean? I had thought it over since it happened, but I had decided to pretend that it was nothing more than harmless fun. We were tipsy, horny, hormonal teenagers: this stuff just happens, right? I didn’t consider myself gay. Eighty percent of my day was probably spent thinking about hooking up with girls. It’s hard to really put myself back into the state of my mind at the time, but there was no denying the physiological reaction: my body wanted to go to his house, even if I felt some hesitation over the implications of what it meant for me and my identity. Read more »

A corridor fuck when you can’t find the key [MF] (29f)

Hen parties and hotels (or bachelorette parties and motels if you’re across the pond and/or aren’t a fan of alliteration) tend to be something of a dangerous combination. Home-spun hen parties can obviously still be wild and lurid affairs, but the locality and fact there’s always the prospect of ending up back in your own bed at the end of the evening does tend to gravitate proceedings toward the marginally less raucous outing. As a great philosopher once said ‘One does not shit in one’s own back yard’, after all.

When a hen party is combined with a night or indeed, god forbid, an entire weekend away however, the world becomes your oyster. Distance represents not only both literal and metaphorical freedom, but also distance from *consequences.*

Aka. What happens on a hen party, stays on a hen party.

All of which is why, when my dear friend Kaytee (Yes, that really is how it’s spelt. Yes, it’s utterly ridiculous as I tell her every time I’ve ever found myself writing it down. Yes, I even messaged her as I was writing this to comment on its ludicrousness. And yes, I’ve had *stern* words with her parents on multiple occasions) decided to tie the knot, myself and six other friends immediately made the decision to spend far more money than was sensible to indulge in just about the most cliched hen party you can imagine. Read more »

[M]y first time [MF]

Back when I was still a teen, freshly 18 and starting my second semester of Senior year, I had barely even kissed a girl.

I wasn’t really shy, per se, just wildly inexperienced and battling a lot of insecurities about myself. Not the point. A little about me: I’m about 6’1, 200 lbs, average in just about everything else. I’d describe my body type as “not terrible, but definitely enjoys pasta”.

Anyway, back to the story (that’s what y’all are here for, right? ;))

Over my high school career, I only really went on like five or six dates, and never made it past second base. Girls didn’t really want me, and I think I probably wanted them too much. I kept bouncing around, only ever finding myself in sexual situations at parties and the like, never able to go through with anything. That all changed Christmas break of senior year.

I had moved to New Orleans from a small town in Arizona about 6 years before, and never really stayed in touch with any of my old friend group. Well, my family and I road tripped out to celebrate with my grandparents, and I rekindled a relationship with Abby. Read more »

I fucked my boss in the bathroom at a work Penthouse party! [FM]

So, this story happened just over a year ago when I was relatively new and junior at my company. A team of 40 of us had been working on a massive project for the last few months and we had an upcoming Penthouse party to celebrate the halfway point.

Anyways, there had always been plenty of natural banter between my manager and I. He was intelligent, dominant and known as the well-like funny Boss. Oh, what a deadly combo. What started as brief chats in the kitchen between us quickly became one on one “mentoring meetings” between the most senior and the most junior. Still, it was somewhat professional, but occasionally subtly deliciously flirtatious. Read more »

[M]y g[F] got drunk and blew some of my friends while on vacation

So a quick backstory, me(28) and my gf(26) breanna went on a vacation with a group of our friends. A few couples and a few singles. We had rented a cabin on this lake a few hours from our hometown. Now me and my gf have had a great relationship and good sexlife. Shes a bit vanilla which im not but its whatever.

So we go shopping for clothes, bathing suits, food and stuff and im trying to convince her to be more open with revealing more of her body off since she has a great body but very shy and conservative. So we agreed on a few outfits and a very revealing bikini.

So once there we soend the first day and night just chilling and drinking, catching up with everyone. The next morning, Saturday, we all plan to hit the lake and swim, drink just let loose. So of course breanna chooses her conservative bikini and coverups. So everything was normal until that evening after dinner. Read more »

Su[m][m]er Nights (Part 1)

We were young, just out of high school. I wouldn’t say I was particularly good friends with Dylan, in that I never called him my best friend or, for that matter, even a close friend. He could be awkward, socially, and never quite fit in with my main group of friends. But we lived near to each other, saw each other frequently, and did plenty of activities together over the years growing up. To give a visual, at the time, I was about 160 or so pounds, dark brown hair and green eyes, tall and slim. He was thinner and shorter than me, blondish-brown hair and blue eyes. I played soccer and ran cross country. We had, at first, played soccer together, but he’d stopped playing sometime around sophomore or junior year. Read more »