[M]y second af[f]air part 1: the lead up

Note: no sex in this story, but felt it was important to add all the build up

I started working for a local grocery store when I was 18 in 2006 as a bagger. One of my managers was a woman named Brandi. A few years older then me, but, to my horny 18 year old self, she was one of the better girls to look at at the store. She was in a relationship with somebody in another department and ended up transferring to another store when they got married. As I moved up in my store over the years, I would see Brandi thanks to various training classes we were required to take.

In early 2013, I transfered to the same store that Brandi was working at. Being one of the few people there that knew who I was, she was friendly to me, which I was grateful for. Over the next few years, we became friends.

My first time [MF]

So I [M27] recently discovered I love sharing previous sexual experiences so I might as well start off with my first one. I was 18 at the time of the story

I worked with a girl a restaurant in my hometown. We were both hosts which meant we spend a lot of work hours together. Keep in mind, she is the boss’ daughter. Now this girl was very open about her extracurricular activities and as a naive high school boy I was shocked to hear what she had done. She was telling me about her blowjobs in the back seat or hooking up with guys casually at parties. I was kinda sheltered in that sense so it took me by surprise.

I recently turned 18 and had a newfound confidence. So one day at work she is telling me about her experiences and I blurt out to her “How about we do something so I can be one of your stories?” Trust me, I was shocked that I said something like that too. But it ended up working and we flirt the rest of the work shift away and she’s grabbing my ass and my dick while behind the host stand (it was against a corner to no one could see).

My Fiancée Gave my Groomsman a Striptease, then Took His Virginity [MFM]

This started a long time past, at a friend’s house in High School. It was late at night, we were young, David’s parents were gone and we were very drunk. Everything began with a pin toy. A bunch of pins held in a frame that retained the impression of anything pressed against them. The kind of thing that executives have on their desk to show that they are whimsical, but not too whimsical. They’re trademarked under the name “Pinscreen.”

The toy was on the desk of his father’s office when Anne found it. She became obsessed with it. Hands, Face, ears. She loved making impressions in the cold steel pins. I think they felt new and exciting against her skin. Anne escalated from her own skin to mine and eventually to David. She started with his hands, but moves up to his ears, then his face. He was obviously uncomfortable, not with the attention, but with how to handle the attention. David didn’t have a girlfriend. He’d never had a girlfriend. Having Anne this close, focusing on him, touching him, was leaving him flustered. He kept looking over at me for guidance. I was happy to just watch things unfold.

[F] Portraits of my (F46) past lovers [Part XI: Professor P]

This is a new chapter in the saga I started here: https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u33z2w/f_i_f45_had_a_secret_affair_for_8_months_it/, but it’s pretty different now, less a story than a dive into various memories.

So, my plan for the next few instalments is to do a series of snapshots from my sexual education, if that makes sense. It’ll be like a bunch of portraits of my most important experiences with key lovers. This is all part of the same project as the story of my affair with Keith, about exploring my own self, my desires and thoughts and so on. But it’ll be less of a story and more of a series of portraits, in nor particular order. Most of this stuff has already been written in one form or another, but I’m re-writing them one by one for this ongoing saga.

I said it’s an account of my sexual education, so what better place to start than Professor P? He wasn’t my first lover and he wasn’t even the most important or memorable (before I met my husband Scott, that would have been my most serious high school boyfriend Graham, but more on him later). But he was still a very important step in my growth as a sexual being.

Fro[M] [F]riends to using each other’s bodies when we need it.

Recently moved overseas and can’t help reminiscing a bit…

Let’s call her Jess. Been friends since high school and I’ve always found her physically attractive but we never really acted on it and both ended up with various other partners over the years but have stayed good friends.

Fast forward a decade and we’ve both come out of long term relationships fairly recently. We’ve gone out for a casual drink and Jess is lamenting her bad luck with the string of rebounds she’s been hooking up with and we’re both just generally having a bit of a pity party but laughing about it too. She is going out that night with some friends and I offer to drive her there. As she gets out of the car I say “good hunting out there” with a grin and she hesitates before saying, with a grin of her own, “maybe I’ll call you if I don’t catch anything.” Closing the door before I can respond. I’m shocked for a second but I think she’s just joking, right? Yeah, definitely just joking. Probably.

Sometimes, it’s just worth the wait

You have heard of the girl next door? Imagine that and then some more. She was really smart, well read, funny, articulate and God was she pretty. Legs that went on for days, flawless dark black hair that fell a tad over her shoulders, perky li’l nose, a sexy mole on her right cheek near the eyes, a smile so beautiful that it would light up any room she walked into and those big doe eyes…those always spelt trouble for me. She had a figure that was right out of my wet dreams.

Needless to say I had a massive crush on her growing up but never really acted on it cause a. she was my senior in high school, b. I was too much in awe of her and most importantly c. she was my best friend’s cousin so obviously she was off limits. So, even though we grew up pretty close to each other, went to the same parties, and moved in the same social circles, we hardly spoke. I mean ofcourse she knew I existed but nothing more than that. I, on the other hand was absolutely smitten by her. So ofcourse I spent quite a few nights having the kind of ‘A’ rated thoughts that every hormonal teen has. But that was about it.

I invited an old friend to my housewarming party and he fucked my wife [MF]/[MMF]

A while back, Chloe and I moved into a new place. It was much nicer than anywhere we had lived before, a large house with plenty of room that was perfect for entertaining. My wife loved to host, and she loved parties, so of course she started planning a housewarming party the moment we moved in. Her plan was to invite basically everyone we knew with the assumption that a lot of people wouldn’t be able to make it and we’d end up with a medium-sized group.

So we planned the party and sent out invitations. Among those invited was an old friend of mine named Taylor. Taylor was one of those guys who got along with everyone. He and I met in high school, and while his “tribe” was definitely the jocks, he was friendly enough with everyone that people were just drawn to him. I remember him as being one of the only jock-types that I actually liked and we became friends. Of course, that was years ago, and he and I sort of lost touch when he went off to play football for a university team. But now he was back in our home state, so we invited him. Taylor was definitely one of the invites we expected to get a “no” from, but to both my surprise and Chloe’s he RSVP’d “Yes” almost immediately after invites went out.

Used at the 15 year reunion [MF]

So, are you going to the reunion?

The messaged bubble popped up on Diana’s facebook. It had been 15 years since she’d dated Steven, but seeing a message from him still made her heart jump a bit. An entire life had happened between senior year of high school and now: college, careers, families. She was married. Had kids. A life. So why did he still have such that effect on her?

I mean, she didn’t have to think _that_ hard about it. He had that effect because he was handsome as fuck. And intelligent, and generally nice. And life had been good to him, and unlike most of her friends he’d gotten hotter with age. And he was witty. And charming. And that intoxicating mixture of sweet guy and bad boy. Yeah.

But beyond the physical aspects, Steven had been Diana’s first love. And Diana was a romantic. She couldn’t forget him.

Yeah. it will be nice 2 see everyone

[MF] Affair With Maid Update

Based on the amount of interest I received from my last post I have a more detailed account of my affair with my family’s live-in domestic worker.

A little about me, I am 18, an only child, originally from New York City and have been living in Singapore the last five years. I graduated from an international high school last year and started my undergraduate studies in finance last fall. My parents are both originally from Ireland and moved to the US 20 years ago. They work in the banking and finance sector and their employer transferred them to Singapore five years ago. My parents had maid and childcare services in New York, but in Singapore they wanted to try having a live in to take care of the cooking, cleaning, errands, and other housework. Our first live in domestic worker was an Indonesian woman who worked for us for about three years before returning for her home country. They then hired our current live-in domestic worker.

The Eagle, The Priestess, and the Epitaph Pt. 1 [Fantasy] [Mind Control] [fdom]

(Authors Note: This is my first erotic story posting to reddit. Please feel free to give any advice/feedback/critiscm. Thanks! Pt. 2 coming soon)

I watched from behind my bedroom curtains, sneakily observing, as I awaited my parents to leave the driveway. My emerald eyes watching, my breath heavily panting as I stood motionless, hearing the ticks and tocks of a clock, silence deafening in the house.

As the car pulled out and drove off, I gave a sigh of relief. It was my 18th birthday. And there was something I always wanted to do. Not something any other 18-year-old wants to do on their 18th.

When I was 10, my family had moved to this old-style farmhouse in the middle of nowhere Kansas. Farmland surrounding us for miles. It took 20 minutes just to get to school each morning. Shortly after moving in, I discovered an old door hidden behind a bookshelf in my fathers’ library. It led to the attic.

I remember fondly of my father catching me before even making it upstairs and making me promise never to go up there. Never to go behind that door. The door that had an eagle painted on it. Not like the American eagle but more like one from old medieval books.