Objectified and Ass Worshiped by a Group of Frat Bros [MF]

Background: I dated my ex from my junior of high school to my junior year of college. We were destined to be together according to our parents. We both were Chinese-American, both strict academics. He was studying to become a doctor, me a civil litigator. But it all came crashing down when I cheated on him in a pretty horrific way. ?I posted my non-glorifying cheating story on another thread and got some horrible, misogynistic hate messages, even taking into account that I enjoy being degraded as a stupid dirty skank. So I decided to delete it. If you have an question about my cheating story, feel free to read the story in my profile. I am 27 now, but this following tale took place when I was 22.

After my breakup from my boyfriend, as awful and insane as it was, I felt like a new person. While my grades slipped, I was running every day. Going to the campus gym frequently. Eating well, drinking less. I got a large tattoo on my right shoulder blade and a really painful one on the top of my foot. I felt a little more dangerous.?

I (21[M]) fucked my married neighbor (34[F]) after caught her cheating her husband

Okay, this story happened 3 years ago, back when I was only 21 years old boy.

I was a virgin kid until I was 19 years old. Everybody will remember how was being a virgin and horny boy. We had a neighbor in which she was a teacher at my school but I never toke her classes though. But still, she was teaching some of my friends.

When I was 16-17 years old, I was always fantasizing about her. She was a 30-year-old hot woman, blonde and curly hairs, really fit body, average to big boobs, quite pretty face. She was the mother of a 3-year-old kid already. Even though she was our neighbor, I was never communicating her if I don’t have to. But having a MILF around the area was excitement.

Anyways, I was always dreaming about us having sex and masturbating it. I was morally doing that because her husband was a piece of shit and we heard that he was beating his wife. But of course, they were a private family so we didn’t have too many ideas about their relationship. But I was a horny teenager, I didn’t even know what the fuck is right or wrong.

Lisa and Marcie: Eyes Wide Shut

WE WERE SITTING on the couch watching Deadwood. Timothy Oliphant is Lisa’s hall pass. If I were into guys, he’d probably be mine too.

Lisa had one arm around my neck, with her other hand on my ribs and the side of her face pressed against my chest. She squirmed and touched me with her hands and face in a certain way that got my attention. “Marcie’s having a party this weekend.”

Lisa keeps me on my toes, on occasion literally. I’ve become more feminine lately, though not in the sense that you might expect because of frequent pegging. I think I’ve become better at reading and interpreting other people’s emotions, which is, fairly or not, a skill associated with women. Even in my suddenly aroused state, I knew we were going to Marcie’s party.

The idea of going to a party during the pandemic seemed unlikely to me though. How could it be safe? “That doesn’t seem very smart.”

“All the guests will be tested when they arrive. She’s got an Abbott box.”

I thought a minute. “Ok, I know what that is, but do you?”

Texas Flight Attendant Strips From Her Uniform and Masturbates for Her Husband and His Poker Buddies [FM]

I am a proud Texas Latina, a native of San Antonio, and a flight attendant for a major US airline, but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am also an addicted exhibitionist. I love to strip, dance nude, and then masturbate to orgasm while being watched. It is my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself.

My husband knows this and has, for the most part, supported me in acting out my exhibitionist fantasy on my airline layovers. I told him early on in our relationship that I had an exhibitionist compulsion that, instead of looking for a cure, I had learned to embrace. In other words, I wasn’t willing to give it up in a marriage. He claimed he understood and continues to try but he does have his jealous moments which I completely understand.

So maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when he said he had been talking to his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San Antonio airport about having an after-work Friday night party and wanted me to go.

I said, “It sounds to me like an all guys type of party. Why do you want me there?”

Texas Flight Attendant Strips From Her Uniform and Masturbates for Her Husband and His Poker Buddies [FMM]

[ORIGINAL STORY WITH NSFW PIC IS HERE ON IMGUR](https://imgur.com/1lAxxvc)

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I am a real flight attendant for a major US airline but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am also an addicted exhibitionist. Specifically, I love to be watched masturbating. It is my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself.

My husband knows this and has, for the most part, supported me in acting out my exhibitionist fantasy on my airline layovers. I told him early on in our relationship that I had an exhibitionist compulsion that, instead of looking for a cure, I had learned to embrace. In other words, I wasn’t willing to give it up in a marriage. He claimed he understood and continues to try but he does have his jealous moments which I completely understand.

So maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when he said he had been talking to his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San Antonio airport about having an after-work Friday night party and wanted me to go.

I said, “It sounds to me like an all guys type of party. Why do you want me there?”

The [F]irst encounter with [M]y long term fuck buddy

Many years ago, I established an incredibly convenient fuck buddy relationship with a truly pretty, and sufficiently freaky girl named Kayley. I will build off of this in the future, sharing more of our exploits as they are varied. However, this story is the one that kick-started it all.

Back in the days of instant messaging, I like many others of my generation, spent hours on end chatting, talking shit, crafting elaborate away messages, and sharing filth. Also, as is expected, and simultaneously unbeknownst to us, my online friends and I were paving the way for sexting.

In the midst of a conversation with a friend of mine, I caught the distinct audible indication of a new message.

Kayby018: *Hey*

That was the entire content of the message. My heart swelled, my stomach knotted, I had to respond with something quippy, witty, cool.

illetist90: *Hey*

Satisfied with my response, I awaited Kayleys advances.

Kayby018: *I saw you at the party last Friday, you looked really hot*

Oh man. She really ratcheted this up quickly. Her blunt, unapologetic observation would serve as an example of how most of our conversations would unfold. Kayley said what she wanted, when she wanted, however she wanted.

Campus Facial [MF]

Another story from my time at university and yet another display of my naiivity. Late shifts are generally easy Monday to Thursday and only the Friday and Saturdays get a bit busier. This was a Friday night close to the end of the first term, I’ve been given the delight of what is known as the “Uni booze bus” bringing back students after their night out. The usual nonsense when I’m loading them, taking their open cans and bottles and emptying them out of the cab window before chastising them for trying, then a 20 minute drive to the campus where they all stumble out and back into their halls of residence.

As the last few are getting off the final group are giggling away “she’s waiting for you” before running away. I close the doors and think about driving back to the depot but a speck of dark showing on the cctv screen says I should take a quick look upstairs anyway. Making my way up the stairs I find a girl still at the back, smirking away and clearly having had a good night and still not finished yet “Did my friends tell you? What are you waiting for?” Confused I walk slowly towards her as she slides from the seat and to her knees, eyes locked onto my crotch I begin to understand what she means as my cock rapidly hardens.

My sluttliest experience [FMM]

Real story from a real married couple. This ones from her :)

When I was a sophomore in college, I did the sluttiest thing I ever did. I regretted it the morning after, but I view the memory more fondly now. I lived in dorms still and had a roommate who was very open sexually and was sleeping with a lot of people. I never was that type, but much of the year was a first row seat to a variety of her sexual endeavors. From sleeping with men in the dorm while I was sleeping, to drunk calling me for rides home from parties (one of which she came home with no underwear on), to seeing her engage in over-the-top dirty dancing at a few clubs, she always seemed to be throwing herself out to men. While that was never my style, it did slightly rub off on me to a small degree. At the very least, it showed me that sometimes it was maybe ok, provided you felt safe, to just let your hair down and have fun.

Boating holiday with my boys [MMF] (Part 1)

A few years ago a group of three of us decided to do a boat holiday, spending a couple of weeks on the canals of Britain on a canal boat. It was just me and two friends, Jack and Raphael – we’re all close and know each other super well. This is a story of some of the stuff that happened on that holiday, and I’ll include a follow-up in another post (linked at the end) to keep this one from getting too long.

DISCLAIMER: Now that I’ve written this story I’ve realised it’s not actually that hot, but the follow up is a lot hotter, still read the descriptions here and some of the backstory, but don’t expect a mega hot story unless you follow the link at the end!

This on time, at Church Camp: Pt. 3 (Final) [FM]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ilfo0p/this_one_time_at_church_camp_pt_1_fm/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/imnmno/this_one_time_at_church_camp_pt_2_fmm/)

The rest of the trip was fucking wild. Like bananas. I have never, nor will ever jack off so often during a large religious group event. Well, maybe not never. IDK, 2020 has been fucking weird. I’m not ruling anything out.

Meg and I were pretty much inseparable for the rest of the trip. We kept is cool and hardly touched each other which was insanely hard. Literally. But we were both relatively DGAF when it came to public flirtation. This led to some very unpleasant interactions. With “staff” members. With FC1 (the baby crazy one), with Hot-boy, even with some of the other MC2’s. But we did not fucking care. It was just me and Meg having fun as far as I was concerned. We got in one or two more make-out sessions over the next day and night. Neither quite as exciting as the first. But It was much easier to be patient, knowing we were on the same page.