[M]y Chats with Wife’s Best [F]riend

Not sure how truly wild this is, and maybe it was a bit fucked up, but it was extremely hot in the moment and I still think about it to this day, getting instantly turned on.

It all started messaging a group of friends on Facebook about getting a party planned, reaching out to set some details, who brings what, etc. As I was connecting with people I ended up needing to coordinate with my wife’s best friend (Sidney) and we started messaging directly. After we got the party details set aside, we ended up chatting about random stuff, kids, etc. Eventually we started just talking about life, she mentioned some things about being bored at home, her husband always working, and she opened up a bit. I didn’t think much of it at first, but just for fun I mentioned that I had been shopping for lingerie (for wife) and didn’t know what I was doing. She responded politely at first, but then said something along the lines of “(my hubby) never buys me anything like that anymore…”. So I thought, what the hell, and asked her if she wanted to help me and just give me some general advice.

First time [M] at Pool Party with Friend [F]. A bit long…

This happened a while ago, so some details are fuzzy, but the jist of the story is still clear in my memory.

After my first year of college I moved back home for the summer to work and save money. In high school I was an average guy, decent looking, a little over 6’ tall, 180 pounds, but a little soft. I played baseball but wasn’t particularly outgoing or smooth with the ladies. However, during my freshman year of college I spent a lot of time in the weight room, attracted the attention of the coeds, and came back home with some swagger.

Back at home, a friend of mine (let’s call her Amy) invited me to a pool party at her house because her parents were out of town. In high school, Amy and I were in the same friend group and I got hints that she had a crush on me, but due to my shyness around girls I never pursued it. I hadn’t seen Amy since arriving back home, and when she first saw me I could tell she was impressed with how I had changed while at school. The feeling was mutual, as she was looking better than ever – about 5’6”, toned soccer player body, bigger boobs than I remembered, straight dark hair she usually wore in a ponytail, and a beaming smile.

Truth or Dare Work Party [MF]

Three years ago, when I was 22 and fresh out of college and looking for a job I worked as a bartender at a local restaurant. I had worked there since I was 16 and became good friends with a lot of the staff members there.

One of the girls I had become good friends with was Ellie. She was very cute. Ellie was probably about 5’1” with skin just tan enough you know she fake tanned breasts that were too big for her tiny frame and a tiny round ass. She was one of the hostesses so she would always come to work looking really cute.

One of our friends decided to have a party since his parents (he was 19) were gone for the weekend. I went that morning before my shift to buy the alcohol that people wanted. I had the evening shift at the restaurant so it was no problem. I dropped it off to his house and then went back home to get ready for my shift.

I [M] hooked up with another [M] in a [MMF] threesome

So to give context here, my wife and I are swingers. We’re both in our 30s and fit and we’ve been active in the lifestyle for about 2 years. Now I’ve never felt any attraction to guys. The most I ever got off to was in porn watching the money shot and in my 30ish years of life, I’ve only ever been intimate with women. So a few weeks ago my wife and I start planning our first real dedicated MMF threesome. We’ve had threesomes with women which are my favorite and we’ve done group sex. As it turns out, the guy we met for this threesome was a bi guy- cool, no problem.

Game night [MF]

Every Thursday of the year (and Wednesdays during football season, a group of friends of mine get together and we play games. We have been doing it the last few years and have always enjoyed it. This week our friend Kristina brought her friend Molly. She was a cute girl. Definitely the girl next door type. She was 5’3” had longer brown hair and tan skin with large breasts a tiny waist and not much of a butt.

We started off playing this game Monikers, where at first you have the describe and then later rounds act out. I’m very competitive and tend to be louder when I’m guessing due to this. My team doesn’t end up winning this game and I get frustrated.

We take a break always in between games so that we can recover. Molly comes up to me and asks me how I’m doing. Being my competitive nature I say “I wish we had won but whatever”. She then tells me “to relax and that our team would make up for it.” We continued talking and then turned into flirting. Nothing happened but constant flirting that night. My friend Kristina even tells me to make a move on Molly sometime soon because Molly was interested.

[M]y [F]reaky Asian Friend

This happened during my college years way back when. I changed the names to keep everyone anonymous. I had a group of 4 friends all of whom we would tackle the homework that was due for one brutal professor. One of the four was this Asian girl named Shelby. Now Shelby has a absolute rockstar body; Double D breast’s, tiny love handles, flat stomach and a reasonably sized ass. I always thought of myself as pretty average but I did make sure to keep myself in decent enough shape so that I didn’t develop a chub, but nothing noteworthy. I’m also white if that makes a difference. She was really quiet and given how she looked, a lot of guys were hesitant to approach since she was so out of everyone’s league. There were rumors about her secretly being a freak but I just couldn’t see it. I found myself constantly jacking off to her photos on social media.

Part 2 of the [group] [couples] [FMF] [MFMF] [FFM] [etc] [whatever] story from college

Part 1 is here: https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cz9ihd/my_girlfriend_and_i_had_fun_with_my_coworker_and/

The belt wouldn’t have lasted two minutes. Amy and Michelle were back on each other right inside the door of the house. It wasn’t their continued make out session that would have made the belt come off though. It was the realization by both women that they had to piss really badly. They went to the bathroom. After two flushes of the toilet, Brandon suspected that some things were happening without us. Since no one had locked the bathroom door, he was able to prove his theory correct by throwing it open and revealing Amy and Michelle in a lip lock. Amy’s jeans were down around her ankles. Michelle’s skirt had been pulled up to her hips. The angle I was looking through the door, and Brandon being partially in the way, kept me from seeing much at first. He stepped aside and jokingly said, “I think they’re trying to do this without us.”

Both women simultaneously protested that. One said, “Uh uh.” The other said, “No we’re not. Get in here.”

[MF] The Bar Hook-Up

I’ve been bitten by the writing bug and thought I’d share a story of mine.

I have a bit of a sordid past so I think I’ll start off slow with just a run of the mill hook-up from a bar a block from my apartment.

It was a Friday night and I had nothing to do but get drunk. I was in my mid 20’s and pretty new to the town I was living in so I was solo on this trip. I liked this bar, it was a dive and I love a good dive bar and it was walking distance to my place so there was no cabs or DUI’s on the horizon. When I arrived the place was pretty full already but I was able to find a seat at the bar where I ordered a beer and bought myself and the bartender a shot. After our shot I looked around the bar to see what was what when I caught the eyes of a lovely young redhead.

My night of cheating and bad decisions [FM]

One thing I don’t spend much time talking about on here is being bipolar. If you look at my history you’ll see a lot of drug-fueled stories filled with bad decisions, most of these happened when I’m in one of my manic phases. About once a year or so I get really manic, like over the top bad manic and pretty much spend a week trying to burn my life to the ground. I’m a lot better since I started therapy last year, but this went down a few years ago.

My sophomore year of college I moved out of the dorms and into the student apartments across the street. Each of the apartments had four rooms gathered around a kitchen and bathroom. The apartments were split by gender but the floors were all co-ed. So, I lived with three girls I wasn’t too fond of and had guys on each side of us. We didn’t really have a choice about neighbors and roommates which sucked, but we had our own kitchens and could come and go as we pleased, plus there were a ton of parties because security wasn’t always wandering around.